Thanks to Eka for the banner, Lois and Helen for the exceptional job as my beta's, and to our reader. THANKS A MILLION! A Couple of Days Later - The Diner Emmett’s POV The guys and I are hanging out at the diner once again waiting for Brian and Justin to arrive. I have to admit that Brian having a boyfriend is weird but Justin is the greatest. I can totally see why he was the one to tame the great Brian Kinney. As soon as I met him I loved the little princess. And you have to admire him for opening up Brian as much as he has and seeing as Brian’s pregnant, he obviously opened him up more than once. But neither Brian nor Justin have shown their faces much; first there was the custody battle, which pitted them against the girls and I’m pretty sure that they both thought we would all side with them, especially Brian, because he tends to get the raw end of the deal with the gang because he acts like an asshole. The thing is that he also bends over backwards to care for and take care of people he cares about. Then after they started coming around after that, something happened. No one knows what happened but we can all tells it’s bad even though neither one seems willing to share a thing about it. Which of course has the family all defensive because we want to protect them and we are all looking at Mel and Lindsay weird because we are afraid it has to do with them again. The bell jingles over the door and I look up to see Brian and Justin walk in. They both have a slightly more haunted look on their faces than I have ever seen and Justin looks like he would rather be curled up in his bed hiding from the world. Brian and Justin walk towards the table swinging their hands back and forth making Gus, who is hanging between them, swing in the air. Every time Gus gets to a high point he laughs and it makes me smile just to see it. The three of them sit in the booth behind us because there wasn’t enough room for Gus to eat comfortably in our booth and we all peek over every once in a while; once again smiling at the picture perfect family they made. The only problem was that when looking at them, I can see a deep depression about something in Justin’s eyes and Brian’s reflected worry for him. After they are all done eating I listen as Brian says goodbye to Justin and takes Gus so he can take Gus to daycare and then he can go to work. When I see Justin slowly heading out too, I decide that I have to find out what’s wrong with princess and follow him. My first thought is to catch up with him and ask him point blank but something tells me that I shouldn’t, that he won‘t tell me. So I just follow him, trying not to be noticed and hope that I can figure out what’s up this way. I follow Justin at a safe distance until we arrive at PIFA and I wonder if I did the right thing following him, if all he’s doing is going to school. Just as I decide to stop this charade and go talk to him because he’s opening the door and will leave me outside if I don’t call him, I see a man rush up behind him and slam him bodily into the door he just opened. “What the fuck?” I scream out as I run towards them. I can’t believe that this person had the balls to attack Justin in broad daylight in a public place but I intend to make him sorry he did. The man looks at me for a spilt second before trying to force Justin into the building to get away from me but Justin is doing all he can to stop him. Right as I’m about to reach them, Justin’s attacker punches him, hard in the stomach and immediately all the fight leaves Justin. The man shoves him through the door, onto the floor and attempts to pull the door closed but I get a hand on the handle before he can close it all the way. With a mighty yank I not only pull the door open but I also pull Justin’s attacker, who didn’t let go of the door, to me. He seems surprised for a second but then lets go of the door and attempts to make it back inside but there’s no way I’m letting him near Justin again. I grab him by the back of the shirt and swing him backwards, slamming his body into the door much like he had done to Justin moments before. “You better let me go, you fucking nelly queen, cause Justin’s going to be the one to pay for your actions.” He threatens. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but…” I start hissing. Only to be interrupted by the scumbag. “Me, I think I’m the one who owns Justin and the sooner he learns that and gets rid of Kinney, the sooner he’ll be in less pain. Maybe next time I’ll rape Kinney instead of you, what do you think Jus? Or maybe it’s time for Kinney’s little brat to die just like yours did, does that sound good?” Okay, I take it back, he’s not a scumbag; he’s a fucking nut case. “Please, Shane, don’t.” Justin begs from his position on the floor because he hasn’t moved since being thrown there. I’m stunned by what this guy, Shane, has said and I can tell just by looking at Justin that it’s the truth and then before I can react, Shane starts kicking Justin’s crouched figure. He gets three kicks in and I’ve had enough of this little psycho and I drag him back and start aiming blows to the man’s face and mid section. I’m punching him repeatedly and after the first five or six blows he stops fighting back but I throw more; hating what he has done to my princess and wanting him to feel the pain that Justin obviously has felt. I know that nothing I can or would do can compare to the murder of your child or even rape, but I just need him to pay for the pain that’s in Justin’s eyes and the sympathetic pain and the worry in Brian’s. “I called the cops.” A voice close to my ear says and a gentle hand is laid on my shoulder. I look and realized that we have an audience and they are trying to get me to stop hitting Shane. I stop and realized that I must have punched this asshole fifteen times and a couple of the people around us pick him up by his arms, making sure that he can’t get away. “He assaulted me, you saw it.” I hear Shane whine and although I don’t want to go to jail, I don’t regret my actions as I pull Justin up off the floor where he still was sitting. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I saw you attack him and he was defending himself.” One student said and I heard a murmur of agreement. “Yeah, you came here bruised up; how can you try to blame all those on him?” Another person added. For a moment I listen to people I don’t know defend me and I think that maybe the whole world isn’t for shit after all. But as I sit down and hold Justin while waiting for the cops and pull out my cell phone to call Brian and tell him, I know that some of it is extremely shitty.