Justin was at a total loss when Molly jumped out of his car without even saying goodbye and then slowly trudged up the sidewalk towards the townhouse, looking a lot like Brian whenever he managed to drag the man to one of the PIFA student showings. Feeling that brotherly intuition tugging at his conscience, he turned the car off and hopped out, jogging to get to the front door before she closed it.

"Forget something?" she asked when he bustled in behind her.

He shook his head. "You okay?"

Molly stared at him blankly before sinking down onto the stairs, her arms wrapping around her knees as she curled into herself. Justin sat beside her and rubbed her back in soothing circles. "I'm just tired...ya know? That's all."

Justin rolled his eyes at the back of her head. Oh, he believed that she was tired. It was rare that one could go to school every morning, work in the afternoons, study in the evening, then stay up half the night getting sick for the better part of every week and NOT be tired. He was amazed more and more with every day at her ability to juggle everything. She was so determined to prove that she could do it all on her own.

On one hand he was proud. His little sister was growing into a pretty amazing woman that could stand very firmly on her own two feet. On the other hand, she was being completely pig-headed and ridiculous about the whole thing. She refused to tell Daniel that she was still pregnant. She refused to speak to the boy altogether. Daniel had even called Justin's office once, about a month before, just to make sure that Molly was okay. But Justin couldn't be the one to tell him. It wasn't his place. And he knew that Molly missed Daniel. It was written all over her face. It was the same expression that he had perfected when he and Brian had broken up...the first time, the second, and every time thereafter.

As he was about to delve deeper into the �tired' issue, they heard the metallic clicks and creaks of the mail slot as the postman made the day's delivery. A pile of letters and magazines was pushed through the door and landed at their feet with a thump. Justin scooped it up, automatically separating the stack into three piles. His, her's and crap. The last letter, he noticed, was thick and it immediately caught his attention. "Uh, Mol..."

"Hmm?" She asked, looking up from the new issue of People.

Without saying another word, he held up the envelope for her to see.

Stanford.

Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she studied the envelope in his hand. Justin didn't know what to make of her reaction, but thrust it into her hands in his own excitement. "Well? Go on! Open it!"

Molly nodded and slid a finger between the two sides, creating a tear across the top fold. She hesitated as she went to retrieve the thick layers of paper. Then all at once, she whipped them out and handed them back over to Justin. "You read," she commanded.

As his sister began to chow down on her nails, nervously, her legs jiggling beneath her, Justin unfolded the paper and began scanning the first few lines. His breath caught in his throat and a grin lit his face. "...accepted for the Fall term, 2009..." He laughed excitedly. "Mol - you're in! You made it!"

Molly squealed and threw herself into Justin's arms. "I did it!"

"Never doubted you would," he admitted. "I'm so proud of you!"

When they finally pulled apart, Molly took the papers from him and began flipping through the housing and financial aid brochures with the joy and exhilaration of a child on Christmas morning. "Look! They have on-campus apartments. Think mom would go for that?"

"Mom will probably make you..." Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind. "Um...Molly, have you told mom? Ya know. About..." He nodded at her flat stomach.

She scoffed and let her fingers glide across the admissions papers mindlessly. "Are you kidding?" she asked, making it sound as if he had asked the most ridiculously obvious question in the world.

"Mol," he chided. "You'll have to tell her eventually."

"I know, okay? Just let me enjoy the moment. Before I have to wake up tomorrow and go to work and remember that I'm supposed to be realistic."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"C'mon Jus. You can't honestly think... I'm not gonna get to go to Stanford. Not with a kid. I'm barely making it as it is, but to carry a full course load...and a baby..."

"So you go part time. And you know Mom will help...with everything. Once you've actually told her, that is," he added, grinning when Molly pinched him for the unnecessary reminder. Justin brushed her hand off and pulled her into his arms, squeezing his baby sister tightly. "It's gonna work out Mollusk. You're brilliant, hard working, determined..."

"Keep going," she urged from where her head rested on his shoulder. Justin giggled and began to tickle her side.

When the laughter died down, Justin smiled fondly at the girl. "Feel any better?"

She nodded, brushing her hair away from her face. "Yeah. Thanks." She looked down at her watch and back up at her brother. "Don't you have a plane to catch?"

Justin rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the wall looking almost as tired as Molly had before. "Yeah. I have to pick Michael up too. Dammit, but I hate going to these conventions."

"Yeah well...they pay you a pretty decent chunk of change to mingle with the comic book-ers and write your name on shit all day long. So you have to go. I'm gonna be living here for at least another five or six months, so you're gonna need the extra money to keep me and little fetus here in the manner to which we are accustomed."

"Geez - what a princess!"

"Damn skippy! Now get going!"

Justin hesitated, wondering if it was such a good idea to leave Molly. Something else had been bugging her before and the last thing he wanted was to let her slip into another depressed state. He had seen the result of those and he wasn't sure he could live with it again. And he wasn't sure Molly could live with it either. She almost hadn't.

With the image of finding his sister, her wrists slashed, laying face-down on her favorite poem, he bit his lip and sighed. "Mol...why don't you stay with Deb tonight?"

The blue eyes that were so much like his own, narrowed and he knew what was coming before it even reached the tip of her tongue. "Justin, I am not a freakin child! I think I'll be okay to stay all by my widdle self!"

Sometimes he really had to remind himself that she was seventeen and not seven. Did he take everything to be an insult when he was her age? Probably, he admitted. "Okay. Well...be careful coming and going to work, okay?"

"I will," she replied dutifully. "I'll get Deb to drive me home."

"Good. Have a good week-end. Get some rest," he leaned down and kissed the top of her head before heading out of the door.

As soon as he had picked up Michael and broken a few laws getting to the airport on time, Justin turned his focus onto the trip at hand. Still...in the back of his mind, he knew something was going on with his sister and he knew that it was going to bug him until he found out what it was.

***

Looking left and then right, Brian casually strolled across the unusually quiet avenue and into the diner. The first thing he did was scan the sparse crowd for his lover. Seeing no trace of the blonde man, he moved to the back of the restaurant and slid into the usual booth next to Ivan. After several minutes of waiting and being forced to listen to Emmett and Ted's recount of some sickening couple's night out they'd had the night before, Molly appeared next to their table looking a little green around the gills.

At the last second, Brian stopped himself from asking if she was okay. He knew that she hadn't told anyone besides Justin and himself that she was pregnant and he figured she might not want any undue attention brought upon her until the beans were completely spilled. Instead, he simply gave her a questioning smile. With a nod that she was fine, she set about taking orders.

"What do you guys want?" she asked flatly.

Brian needn't have worried about drawing attention to her. She could do that all by herself.

The boys all ordered hastily, not wanting to feed the girl's bad mood and when it came Brian's turn, he smoothly added, "I'll have a salad and where the hell is your brother?" For this he was gifted with a loud snort from Ivan.

Molly looked at him as if he had just told her that the moon was made of Swiss cheese. "He's at the convention with Michael."

He frowned, feeling a little let down that he wouldn't be seeing Justin that night. Or probably that weekend. He had his mind set that they could hang out, maybe go to Babylon that night. "I didn't think he was going," he said, trying to cover up his disappointment. "He didn't say."

The younger Taylor crossed her arms and arched a fine eyebrow at him. "Why would he? He doesn't have to tell you everything."

"No. He doesn't," Brian replied slowly, unsure of what was happening with the girl. When Lindsay had been pregnant with Gus, she had been bitchy and bouncing off the walls for nine damn months. It had gotten to the point where he could hardly stand to visit her for fear of being beaten up by the hormonal mommy-to-be. He wondered if it was going to be the same with Molly. "But usually he tells me everything whether I want to know or not."

His joke fell flat and the girl sneered at him. "Well maybe he figured you wouldn't care."

"I don't," he lied on first impulse, knowingly digging himself deeper into the hole but unable to stop himself. "It's just -"

"No. You don't care. You just said it all. I'm so fucking sick of guys that only want to care when it's fucking convenient for them!" The diner filled with applause as the queens had heard Molly's outburst. But the girl simply huffed and stomped off, going to put their orders in to the kitchen.

After she had delivered their drinks in frosty silence, Molly had come back with the food and a small smile for Ted, Em and Ivan, ignoring Brian completely.

"So baby...we're going to Babylon to work off everything we just ate. You wanna come out with us?" Emmett asked as they all finished off the last of their meals.

"Thanks, but I'm not feeling all that well," she replied, handing out the checks. Brian could feel her gaze settle on his profile but he kept his eyes averted, refusing to be the recipient of any more glares. It was as if a day wasn't complete if at least one Taylor sibling was angry at him for something.

Speaking of which... As he had struggled to digest the chicken salad, Brian had let the others come up with conversation. All the while he had been brooding over why Justin hadn't told him he was going out of town. Wasn't everything okay with them? He couldn't think of anything he had done recently that would have caused Justin to be angry with him. In fact, they had been on pretty good terms when they had kissed goodbye that morning, before slipping off to work.

Justin hadn't mentioned anything about doing something that weekend, but then it had been a while since he had tried to make any plans with Brian at all. They just always seemed to find one another when they wanted time together. And that day definitely qualified. He wanted Justin there with him.

Vance had ridden his ass all damn day long about not getting a client signed. One client out of fifty-two. That was his average pull rate. He had actually figured it out during the monthly board meeting. And after having one headache after another, he had been looking forward to seeing his lover and getting some much-needed TLC.

He was now at a loss. Justin was always there when he needed him to be.

Without saying another word, Brian jumped up and threw a twenty on the table, leaving the others to follow behind him.

***

As soon as her shift ended at eleven, Molly didn't even think about the fact that she was dead tired and nauseated as hell. Nor did she remember to ask Deb for a ride home. She had one goal in mind and that was fixing things with Brian.

She made her way down the avenue, weaving in and out of couples making out, several drag queens that were admiring one another's ensembles, and about a million twinks that must have hopped on a bus together and decided to take a field trip to Liberty Avenue. The crowd and noise and smell of smoke did nothing to make her feel any better.

The line at Babylon was long and she cursed herself for not wearing anything more substantial than a white tank top and jeans to work since the spring night had turned out to be a chilly one. Once she was at the head of the line, she moved to go past the bouncer when she felt a strong hand on her arm, holding her back.

"And where do you think you're going?" The man asked, obviously new though he looked just like every other bouncer that worked there. "Babylon ain't really a place for sweet little girls." He eyed her warily while waving two guys in from behind her. "Shouldn't you be home in bed or somethin?"

"Where's Tiny?" she asked, hoping to have this guy set straight...so to speak.

The man shrugged his large shoulders and shook his head. "Ran off to elope er some shit. I dunno. I just work here."

Great! Why did everything have to be five times harder than it needed to be? "Look...do you at least know if Brian Kinney is in there?"

"Kinney? Brian Kinney?" A light dawned in his eyes. Of course. The guy was new, but EVERYONE knew Brian. "Hell yeah, he's here. �Course he is."

"Well I have to go in and talk to him."

The guy laughed in her face. "Yeah. Right. Sorry kid, but no dice."

Molly's first instinct was to pull out her claws and tell the big man was a fucker he really was. But years and years of exposure to her family had ingrained in her, a civility and she strived to hold herself in check.

The man allowed two more guys to go past her and into the club and she glared at him as he leered as the two fair-haired young boys.

"Why do men have to be so fucking difficult?" she ranted for the second time that night as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

She could call Brian. He would probably have his phone turned on. But if she really wanted to make a big impression on the new bouncer, she had an even better connection than Brian Kinney.

Hitting the speed dial for �Babylon', she covered her other ear and waiting for an answer.

"Babylon!" a man yelled into the phone, working to be heard over the din of the music and rowdy crowd.

"Main bar?" she yelled back. A second later she was connected and she smiled as she heard the familiar voice shouting at her. "Hi! It's Molly Taylor!" she said loudly.

"Molly darling! What's up? Need me to find one of your wayward boys for you?"

She laughed thinking of just how many nights she had called to play mother for the group of twenty and thirty-somethings. "Not tonight," she told the bartender. "I'm actually outside."

"Oh wonderful! Come on in, sugarplum!"

"That would be why I called," she began, explaining the situation . The exact moment she cut the connection on her phone, a very irate older man came charging through the main entrance, scanning the steps, spotting Molly immediately.

"Lance!" the man called out to the new bouncer.

"Mr. Davies! What can I do for you?" he looked expectantly at his boss.

"This," he pulled Molly up the stairs and put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "is Molly Taylor. Learn her face. She gets in no matter what."

"But..."

"No matter what."

"Yes sir," Lance said, looking resigned as he pulled the rope aside to let Molly pass into the club.

"Thanks Greg," she grinned up at the thin, greying man. He winked at her and walked away, taking his place at the bar once again.

That was definitely an advantage of being the type of person that talked to bartenders. You tended to learn all sorts of things, like the fact that five years ago, Babylon's bartender extraordinaire, Greg Davies, had pulled together the funds necessary to buy out his partner Gary Sapperstein.

When she had finally made her way over the catwalk and down the steps, she was greeted by Emmett who had seen her enter. He took her into his arms in a brief hug and lead her to the bar where he, Ted and Ivan where holding court. "Where's he at?" she asked, trusting them to know who she meant.

All three men pointed towards the dance floor, where she took in a not so unfamiliar site. Brian was happily bumping away. Drugs up his nose and a joint behind his ear for later. He had a beefy little brunette sucking away at his bare chest and his head thrown back in ecstacy.

The first time she had witnessed such a scene, she had gone off on him in the middle of Babylon. Everyone thought it was absolutely hilarious that this little teenage girl was chastising the great Brian Kinney on his own turf. But she had been hurt by it all. Because she knew, deep down, how Justin must feel having to see him do such things. And if her brother was hurt, it hurt her too.

Now, it just seemed like another day in Kinney-land.

Still...she had business with him and she was going to see it settled.

With the boys watching, their eyes sparkling with amusement, Molly stormed across the floor and tapped Biran on the shoulder. A lecherous smile crept onto his face, thinking that he had attracted another playmate, but that smile quickly disappeared after setting eyes upon her and he even seemed to sober at bit. Molly held his stare for a few seconds, but eventually his eyes dropped to the floor, much like Gus' did when he was caught doing something he knew he shouldn't be doing.

His reaction told her all she needed to know. She didn't have to be angry with him. He was already angry enough with himself.

When Brian's hands dropped from the busy trick's head, the younger man looked up at Brian and then to Molly, a look of annoyed confusion on his face. "What's this?"

Molly ignored him and continued to stare at the top of Brian's head.

"Sorry hon...but pussy isn't on the menu tonight," the trick hissed at her, hoping to scare her off.

Upon hearing the scathing remark, Brian's head shot up and he firmly pushed the trick off of him. "Get lost." The trick stared blankly, unable to believe that he was being brushed off. "Scram!" Brian yelled when the guy wasn't taking the hint fast enough. He pulled Molly to his side and turned away, leaving no doubt that he was passing up on any services that he might have been about to enjoy.

When the man had crawled away, his tail between his legs, she and Brain laughed and hugged one another, eventually swaying together in a pathetically uncoordinated slow dance. She started to point out that he was marring his reputation by dancing with a female. But she knew what his response would be, so she simply said �fuck it'.

"Sorry, B," she mumbled against his shoulder. "I didn't mean to snap on you earlier."

"S'okay Mol."

Molly wasn't sure if it was the loud music, but she was almost positive that she had heard Brian slur. Pulling back and looking closely at his eyes, she realized quickly that he was still feeling little to no pain. If she left him there, he would end up in no better a position than he was in before. In fact, without Justin or Michael there to drive his ass home, anything could happen. Perhaps it was the motherly instincts coming out in her, but she refused to go home and toss and turn while she worred about him and he stayed and enjoyed his high as well as some stranger's mouth on his dick.

"C'mon Kinney. Take me home?"

He nodded and put a protective arm around her as she gently guided him towards the exit.

***

Brian awoke to find his mouth full of cotton and his head full of marbles. At least that's how it felt.

Putting his hands over his face to ward off any and all sources of light, he groaned quietly and wondered why the hell he did these things to himself.

He rolled over onto his side and draped his arm over the warm body at his side and for a moment, wondered just who the hell he had picked up the night before.

"Mornin handsome," he heard Molly giggle.

Ah. Now he remembered. A loud-mouthed blonde had picked HIM up. "Ha - fucking - ha," he buried his head in her pillow when she sat up. "Why did you let me get so messed up last night?"

"Oooh no," the girl said, stretching and throwing the duvet off of the bed. Brian cursed her silently for doing such a dastardly thing and he slowly scrambled to grab the covers, so that he could snuggle back into his cocoon. "You aren't pinning that one on me, Brian. You're the one with the nasal fixation."

He grimaced as he heard her bang her way loudly through the bathroom. The least she could have done was make him coffee if she was going to torture him.

Knowing that he wasn't going to feel any better by just lying there listening to the commotion in the next room, he rolled out of bed, limped down the stairs into his kitchen and began preparing yet another morning-after breakfast.

How many of those had he fixed in his lifetime? Too damn many to count, that was for sure.

As the water heated for the coffee, he stared at the empty pot, trying to run through the events of the night before. He remembered being at Babylon and Molly driving him home. He didn't remember the actual trip to the loft. Nor did he remember how he made it into bed. But apparently Molly had gotten the job done, though he felt a little bad that she had to deal with him like that.

"Oh...you evil bitch!" he heard Molly groan from behind him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"What did I do now?"

"You made coffee."

"Yeah. Want a cup?" he reached up to pull a second mug from the cabinet.

"Of course I want a cup. But...junior can't have any." He looked over his shoulder at her, patting her flat tummy in disappointment, and hid his smile behind his hand.

As he stood at the counter, drinking his coffee in silence, Molly sat perched on a bar stool staring him down. "What?" he finally asked, feeling slightly vulnerable under the girl's scrutiny.

She shrugged. "I noticed that you were clueless as to Justin's whereabouts last night. Just wondering. What exactly do you want from my brother, Brian?"

"I-"

"Don't know, do you?"

"I-"

"Well he loves you. He loves you so damn much that he's willing to do anything you want so that he can be with you."

"He-"

"See, he didn't say any of this to me. He would never. But I'm not blind. He's just fine and dandy sucking it up and taking what he can get from you. Because he figures if he doesn't play by your rules, that he will lose you. Is that true? Is it your way or no way?"

"I don't-"

"Well that fucking sucks, Brian. Justin deserves better than that. No one should be made to feel like they have to compromise themselves to be loved."

"I never-"

"You never! Ha! That's a joke, right? Look, you know I'm only getting involved because I think its necessary. I'm not Deb. I'm telling you this because I love you and I love my brother. And I'll be damned if I sit back and watch you both screw each other over because you can't keep your priorities in your pants."

He had stared at her long and hard, waiting to see if she would continue, all the while wondering what was left in his stash that could replace the buzz that she had completely managed to kill.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally smirked at him. "At the risk of sounding like a mom," he had scoffed, thinking it was way too late for THAT. "You know I would do anything for you Brian. You're like my brother. Only...Justin IS my brother and if you hurt him...I will NOT be a happy camper. Clear?"

"Crystal."

When she nodded and it seemed that she had gotten everything she wanted to say off of her chest, he went back to his coffee. "Sure you can't have any?" he asked again, thinking that maybe she needed coffee more than the baby didn't need it.

They had just launched back into a comfortable silence, when Brian had gotten the sudden urge to have his own say. "Mol?"

"Wha?"

"Do you regret breaking things off with Hobbs?"

She remained quiet for a long time and he had decided she wasn't going to answer when he finally heard a soft, "No."

"Bullshit," he replied gently. She turned towards him and gave him a look that told him to back off. But he wouldn't back down. She made it a point to do what was best for him and Justin. It was time that someone set her straight on the whole Daniel thing.

"No. I don't...regret doing it. He's happier now."

"How can you say that?"

"I found out yesterday that he's...taking his ex to the prom."

Maybe he was out of the high school loop, but he couldn't see the connection of having a date to the prom and being happy. Even the simple mention of the �p' word made him cringe involuntarily.

Unsure of what to say, he just remained silent and let her get it off her chest. Soon the words where flowing from her mouth before even she could stop them and she told him about her visit from Mrs. Hobbs and the trip to the clinic. She told him about her decision not to tell Daniel that she was keeping the baby. She even told him about getting into Stanford and her fears that it may never happen. Not that he would allow that. He would hire a full time nanny and pay her tuition himself if it came to that. But it meant a lot that she could tell him all of this and he thought that maybe it helped her too, to vent everything.

After the long talks were over and they had settled in to spend a quiet day watching movies, he realized exactly what she was wearing. His brand new blue Versace sweater.

"Who said you could wear that?"

"You did."

"I did?"

"Yep."

"When?"

"Last night."

"You mean last night...when I was stoned out of my mind?"

"That would be the precise time frame, yes."

"Well obviously I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Obviously."

"So why don't you just...take it off and hand it over."

"No."

"Molly!" he growled in warning.

"No. You said I could wear it!"

"Well I don't remember saying that so it doesn't count!"

"What kind of deal is that?"

"It isn't a deal. That's the point. Now give it!"

She shook her head stubbornly, and crossed her arms. "Not gonna!"

"Yes."

"Brian, you can tear it out of my cold, dead fingers!"

"Don't tempt me."

"Why don't you want me wearing it?"

"Because you...have girl cooties!"

And so the weekend went, the two of them spending equal amounts of time fighting like cats and dogs and talking about anything and everything and just generally bonding.

By the time Justin finally showed up Sunday around noon, it didn't take a genius to see that they were bonded out.

"Molly, you can't just use the pregnancy card on EVERYTHING!"

"I can and I will!" she shouted, neither noticing Justin had entered the loft.

"Being pregnant does not entitle you to get to watch the movie you want to watch!"

"It does so! It's a rule!"

"Where is that a rule?"

"In "What To Expect When Your Boyfriend's Sister Is Expecting"!"

Brian began laughing at that and Molly threw a pillow at him, which landed square on his shoulder. Without a second thought, the pillow was launched back at her, only Justin stepped between them and caught it instead. "Having fun?"

"Jus!" Molly said, standing and hugging her brother warmly.

He hugged her back before pulling away and frowning. "I figured you were at work, when I didn't find you at home."

"I don't go in until five."

He nodded and finally spared Brian a glance where he sat on the floor next to the dvd shelf, unsure of what to say to his lover. But Justin only smiled as if nothing were wrong. This, of course, only served to confuse Brian even further.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving town?" Brian asked later, after Molly had left for work and they had begun their own private homecoming celebration.

Justin rolled over on top of Brian and grinned down at the older man. "Because I didn't figure it would matter. Why? Did you miss me?"

"No!" He rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Are you mad at me?"

"What?" He saw genuine confusion in Justin's eyes and sighed. He hated sounding like some whimpering adolescent.

"I thought...maybe that's why you didn't tell me."

"Brian, I didn't tell you because I found out I was going three days ago. I had three classes, advising appointments all damn day long and then the one time I did try to call you, Cynthia said you were taking a long lunch."

He remembered that long lunch. The new guy in the caf� on the corner had decided to entertain him. After a pretty dull performance, Brian figured he would have rather spent the extra time talking to Justin.

"So...no. I'm not mad. I just didn't have a chance to call." Brian smirked, happy to have the matter settled in his mind, and kissed Justin's upturned mouth. "Thanks for hanging out with Mol this weekend. I was actually worried about her," Justin said between the light pecks.

Brian shrugged and pulled Justin closer. "She kept me out of trouble."

"Good thing," Justin leered. "Now I can have you all fresh and coming off of at least," he leaned in to sniff Brian's bared neck and chest, "forty...two hours without fucking."

"Ha! Shows how much you know! It was forty-three and a half hours!"

As Justin began his descent down Brian's long lean figure, Brian's mind strayed back to Molly. He knew that should be one of the last things on his mind, but he and Justin hadn't long ago had a conversation where Justin had claimed that Molly went to Brian with everything. Though he knew it could be within his best interests to keep his mouth shut about it, he thought that maybe he could give Justin something.

"Justin?"

"Hmm?" he asked, drowsily circling Brian's navel with his tongue.

"Molly...talked to me about Daniel."

Justin glanced up at him and smiled. "Good," was his only reply.

Somehow, Brian expected to get a slightly bigger reaction. "She's torn up, ya know? He's taking his ex to the prom."

"WHAT?!"

Well THAT had certainly gotten Justin's attention. "She said he's taking his ex to the prom. She thinks he's happier now because of it."

"His ex? The ex that cheated on him with his brother. The same girl that has snubbed Molly every chance she's gotten...even though they used to be best friends? That bitch!"

"Wow. I didn't know you would take it so personally."

But Justin wasn't even listening to him now. "Daniel doesn't even LIKE her! He told me as much. And of course Molly is just gonna sit back and let him date the skanky ho. My sister the martyr. Shit. I'm sick of this. We've gotta do something."

With one look into his lover's flashing eyes, Brian knew this would definitely be one of those times where he would either be drafted into things or, if he should stay out of it, given the cold shoulder for the duration of the mission. He might as well jump in feet first. "Well...in the immortal words of Bob the Builder - Can we fix it?"

Justin giggled and nodded his approval. "Yes. We. Can."

To Be Continued...