Brian walked ahead of the two teens, his hands in his pockets as he puffed on the cigarette balanced between his lips. Behind him walked Justin, his arm slung round the females shoulder as she talked, her hands moving animatedly as she explained her point to a laughing Justin. The brunette couldn’t help but notice how happy his blonde looked to see the girl and wondered what she was to him. A friend? A relative? He’d just have to ask him later. “So B, where you staying?” came the voice as Brian stopped abruptly, ready to hit Justin if he offered up the loft. “With your mom Justin, I called ahead, she said she couldn’t wait to see me again”, the female said, flashing the boy a grin as she giggled, “I swear, she was getting so worked up, I’m surprised she didn’t give herself a cardio” He smiled in return as they walked back to the Jeep. Then he froze, eyes darting about as he reached forward to grab Brian’s arm, tugging him back. The older brunette stumbled as he looked at his charge, “What the fuck Sunshine!?” All Justin did was slap a hand over his mouth, hand reaching for the stake in his pocket. As predicted, the glass of the window behind him smashed as a bear launched itself at them. Justin pushed Brian towards the car, “Lock the doors!” he yelled as Buffy readied herself, fists clenched as a swing was taken for her; which of course she ducked. Justin used her for leverage as he vaulted over her, his foot connecting with the bear’s (who we’ll call John for sake of argument) face, knocking him backwards as his face contorted into the ugly way of the vampire. Then of course, Justin tackled him round the waist and drove the stake home. Getting to his feet, he brushed the dust off his shirt, looking at Buffy who was trying to fix her hair when he heard glass smash; his head snapping around in a way that could have given him whiplash. “BRIAN!” Mustering all the speed he could, he sprinted for the car to where his lover was being dragged out by yet another bear (which we will call George) before he was thrown to the ground. Now, it is common knowledge that if you go for the loved ones of a slayer, you’re burying your own grave. Again. So now there was one very pissed off Justin as he grabbed a handful of George’s hair, yanking his head back so it slammed against the jeeps bonnet; this move allowed Buffy to grab Brian and drag him to his feet as they watched Justin flip the bear over his head after being grabbed from behind. A swing was taken at Justin, which indeed hit home and slammed him into the car, his foot coming up to kick the bear in the nuts. “Not fair…” came the hiss as Justin kicked him in the face before staking him. Ignoring the fact blood was oozing out the gash on his head, he ran over to his friends, a hand on each of Brian’s cheeks, giving him the one over, “Are you okay!?” he asked, his voice thick with concern as he circled Brian, noting a few cuts from the glass but nothing fatal or life threatening. “Lets go home Sunshine…” ~~~~~~~~ As soon as they entered the Taylor household, Buffy was bombarded by love from Mrs Taylor who seemed to have momentarily, forgotten her son and his lover even existed. “Ummm mom?” came the blondes feeble voice as he waved casually, “Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to your head!?” she squeaked, grabbing her sons wrist and dragging through the house to the kitchen, past a perplexed Molly who looked at Brian with a raised eyebrow, receiving a shrug in return. Shaking her head, she followed her family into the kitchen, leaving Buffy and Brian alone. “So how do you know Justin?” A question Brian had wanted to ask all night had finally been voiced. By Buffy. “He’s his boyfriend”, came Molly small voice as she smiled at Brian. She’d always liked Brian, after all, he’d done so much for her brother, especially after their dad had succeeded in fucking their family up and then proceeded to put the blame on Justin. Buffy blinked at the young girl, then at Brian, “Seriously!? He’s gay!?” By now Justin had returned, a band-aid over his now clean gash as he nodded, “Yeah Buff, I’m a fag…” he muttered, taking his normal place by Brian’s side as his mom walked in. “SHIT!” His outburst caused them all to jump, especially Brian who’d been resting against the now wild boy, “What?” “It’s 2AM, I was due home two hours ago Bri!” he mumbled, slapping his forehead as he slipped his jacket back on, “I’ll talk to you later mom, Mollusk, Buff; night!” he managed to get out in one breath as he dragged Brian out the door. Buffy then turned to Jennifer, a look of absolute confusion on her face. “Home!?”