Hey remember that fight scene in Mikey's house in 507? Yeah this is it with a different ending, read and tell me if I should continue.

Ben ran down to the door and answered it.

"Brian!"

"Excellent professor, you have recognized the subject and can identify him by name."

"We've gone to bed." Ben answered the obviously drunk Brian.

"That's right I forgot, the step ford husbands turn in early!" Brian shouted to the street.

"Get in here you'll wake the whole neighborhood." Ben said as he ushered Brian in the door.

Brian took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out before stepping inside.

"I want to see your wife." Brian said.

"Where is the little woman, I mean little husband."

"If your referring to Michael.."

"Who the fuck else would I be referring to?" Brian snapped at Ben.

"He's ASLEEP!" Ben shouted.

"Rouse him. Wake him up!" Brian shot back.

"Michael you get your ass down here!" Brian yelled as he tried to push past big Ben.

"Ok you better go." Ben said as he tried to remove Brain.

"I'm not going anywhere. Michael!" Brian yelled.

"I said get you drunken ass out of my house!" Ben said as he grabbed Brian until he was interrupted.

"Ben. It's ok. Just go to bed I can handle this." Michael said as he ascended the stairs.

"You sure?" Ben checked, eying Brian.

"Yeah." Michael whispered, and Ben disappeared up the stairs.

Once Ben was out of sight, Brian spoke to Michael.

"Well. Mikey. Congratulations."

"For what?" Michael spat as he pushed past Brian on his way to the kitchen.

"You won. To the spoiler goes the victory!"

"I don't know what your talking about." Mikey shouted.

"Well of course not. No one plays the doe eyed innocent like you. Although at 34 your getting a little long in the tooth for short pants."

"Speaking of out growing your act. Nothing's more pathetic, to use one of your favorite words, than an over the hill club boy." Michael countered

"You infected him." Brian said, referring to Justin. "With your petty borguah, medocior, conformist, assimilationist life!"

"Thanks to you he's got visions. Babies, weddings, white picket fences, dancing around in his blond little head!"

"And you think I out them there?"

"Before you and your husband tied the noose around your necks, he was perfectly happy! And now, he's a defector, just like the rest of you!" Brian spat, in a rage over loosing Justin yet again.

"He was never perfectly happy! Waiting for YEARS for you to say 'I love you! You're the only one I want!'"

"That's NOT. Who I am!" Brian yelled back.

"Don't we all know?!"

Brian turned away from his friend and continued his rant.

"And now he's here, in your house."

"It's a home!" Mikey shouted.

"It's a FARSE! It's a freak show!"

"Call it what you want, I honestly don't care. But he didn't leave because I infected him! He left because of you!"

"But why then? Why would he leave now? After everything we have been through? Why would he leave me now?" Brian said, his tone softening, into a sort of pleading sound.

"Maybe he just got tired of waiting for you to say it." Michael replied softly.

"So, what if I just say that, he'll come back?" Brian asked, looking at his shoes.

"You have to mean it, Brian, maybe if you can say it and mean it, he'll come back."

"Okay then." Brian replied softly, and then he looked up to the balcony where he knew Justin was listening.

"Justin, I am so sorry. I fucked up. The way I treated you is absolutely unforgivable. You were right, you told me what you wanted, and I blew you off."

As Brian spoke he started walking up the staircase, closer to Justin.

"But, if you would be willing to give me another chance, I promise I will never treat you that way again."

By this time he had reached Justin. He took the blond boy's hand in one of his, and cupped his face with the other.

"And, how do I know you aren't just going to change your mind tomorrow morning? How do I know you won't break my heart again?" Justin asked softly, leaning into Brian's touch, just a little.

"Because I love you, you little twat." Brian said softly and semi-playfully.

Justin smiled a smile that could light up Tokyo. And lightly smacked Brian upside the head, before cupping his neck and answering, "I love you to, you asshole."

Then they sank into the deepest kiss of their lives, the most fervent, loving, passionate kiss they have ever shared. After about a minute they pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes.

"So, will you come home?" Brian asked, throwing all his eggs into one basket.

"Justin nodded. "Yes, yes Brian I will come home. On one condition….."

DUN DUN DUH!!! So, do I continue, or toss it out the window? Please R&R