Jennifer accompanied a dismayed Brian to the door. When she closed it behind him, he lit up a joint and took a hit. After what he just witnessed, he needed to get stoned. Brian shook his head in disbelief. Jennifer had asked him to come, and now she was cowing down to her poor little disabled son. Yes, his Sunshine had done a good job of laying on the guilt. "Fuck it", Brian decided. He sure as hell didn't need to get involved in this Taylor family drama. It had been three days since he had visited Justin. Cynthia informed Brian when he came into Kinnetik that morning, that Daphne was waiting in his office. "Why Daphne, to what do I owe the pleasure of your alluring company?" "We need to talk...it's about Justin", she said in a serious tone. Brian made a face, and was about to say something when she cut him off. "Before you say a word that he's not your problem anymore, I have to tell you that this is a matter of life and death." "I never took you for a drama princess Daphne", Brian exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. "Brian, Justin is really scaring me." Brian frowned, but sat down to listen, and indicated for Daphne to sit down too. "Yesterday I went to visit him, and he was talking crazy." "What do you mean?" "He said he was of no use to anybody anyway, and he didn't want to be a burden. He might as well be dead." Brian was not an expert on depression, but he knew enough that if someone even talked about suicide, you should take them seriously. "Don't worry, I'll handle this", he assured Daphne. Daphne left, but not until Brian filled her in on his plan. She was hopeful that it would work because she was desperate to help her best friend. The next morning at the Taylor Residence... "Rise and shine, Sunshine!" "What the fuck..." Brian pulled the covers off Justin's prone body as his sleep was rudely interrupted. "Brian, how did you get in here?" "Mother Taylor let me in. She's packing your bags as we speak." "Where do you think you're taking me?", Justin asked, smacking Brian's hands away. "You're coming home, with me." "Oh no I'm not. I'm not going fucking anywhere, and especially not with you." "Now Sunshine, I don't really think you have any choice in the matter. It's not like you can get up and run away." Brian smirked. Justin's features became animated with anger. "Fuck you Brian!" Brian threw some clothes at him, and ordered him to get dressed. It was time he took control of this situation. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I have no intention of getting dressed." "Well Sunshine, if you don't get dressed, I'll just drag you out of bed and carry you to my car in your underwear, although I do think you're getting a tad too big to be carried anymore." That silenced Justin, and he just contorted his face and glared at Brian, while he slipped on his shirt. Brian didn't want to be mean, but he needed to get Justin to go with him. Spending some time with him at the loft should get Justin back on the road to recovery, he hoped. Just then, Jennifer entered the room. Justin questioned her angrily, "Did you and he plan this?" "No, but I think it's a wonderful idea. I regretted asking Brian to leave the other day. You've been so sullen and difficult these past few days, and I'm not willing to put up with you like this anymore." Justin glared at both of them. "Well is someone going to help me get my pants and shoes on, or do I give the neighbors a free show?" Jennifer volunteered, "I'll do it. Brian why don't you wait in the living room. We'll be right out." Brian left, and Jennifer tried to reason with her son as she dressed him. "I just can't stand to see you like this anymore. I want you to realize that your life's not over. You have so much to offer." Justin continued to give her the silent treatment. She continued, "Please don't be mad at me Justin. Whether you believe it or not, Brian truly cares for you, otherwise he wouldn't be doing this. So please try to cooperate. I want my son back." With that said, she assisted Justin into his wheelchair, and pushed it into the living room. "All set?" Brian questioned. "Yes." Jennifer answered for Justin. "Goodbye honey. I love you." She bent down and kissed her son on the cheek. Brian took hold of the wheelchair grips, and wheeled Justin through the open door. He turned to look back once more. His parting words to Jennifer Taylor were, "I'll keep in touch. Don't worry, your baby boy will be just fine." As Brian helped his charge into the 'Vette, he let out a sigh of relief. Somehow he knew that he would be the only one who would be able to get through to his Sunshine. He only hoped Justin would accept his help. Justin turned and grunted at Brian. "I hate you for doing this." "Look Justin", Brian began, "consider this nothing more than a business arrangement. I'm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I'm doing this to get the women in your life, out of my hair. Besides, you've been acting like a brat for far too long. You need a masculine influence, who better than yours truly." Justin was pissed, but he was filled with a weird sense of deja vous. As Brian drove towards the loft, he had a flashback of the first time he went to live with the love of his life. As he was riding in Brian's jeep, Justin had been bursting with happiness, and couldn't contain himself. He remembered an embarrassing "yee haw" escaping his lips. Brian Kinney was his world back then, and could do no wrong. The circumstances were entirely different now. Justin wondered what the real reasons were for Brian doing this. Could it be that he still loved him? Justin wouldn't ponder that possbility at the moment. In any case, he was appreciative for the change of scenery, and the modicum of hope he now felt deep down inside.