Okay, this is going to be a short, funny little fic. No sex, obviously Justin is 8 *shudders*. The title is from Judy on the forums... the idea is partially hers too.

Brian sighed. He wanted to throw something... though he guessed that that would be the reason why he was being fired in the first place, and thought better of it. He listened to his balding boss go on and on, tip towing around the actual issue.

"Are you firing me?" Brian deadpanned, stopping the man, who was now pinching the bride of his nose.

"Look Brian... I know you're trying to put yourself through school, and I feel for you, I really do. But that man..."

"Is over reacting!" Brian yelled loudly.

"You poured soup on his head!" The man yelled back, frustrated.

"He called me a fag..." Brian seethed, staring at the slightly shorter man.

"I know..." The man whispered, pity in his eyes, "But he threatened to sue the restaurant if I didn't get rid of you... you know I don't give a two shits whom you bring to bed, Brian, but I cant have a lawsuit on my hands, I just can't" He finished, leaving no room for argument. "You can pick up your last paycheck friday..." He tuned, and walked out of the small room, away from Brian...

"Fuck 'em" He whispered to himself as he pulled his apron off and tossed in on the desk, in the now empty office. He turned, and walked out of the office as well, loosening his black bow tie, which was apart of his now old uniform. He walked though the dining room, looking at the man who got him fired, still standing there talking to his now old boss. His perfect little "hetero" family standing behind him, watching Brian walk out with a satisfied smirks on their faces.

He pushed the doors to the five star restaurant open, "Fuck 'em all!"

~~~~~

Jennifer was tired, very, very tired. She listened to her husband rant on about their predicament.

"Look," She said, cutting him off, "we just wont go to this one... we go to a party almost every night, Craig, what's missing one going to do?"

"People will talk!" Craig shouted, and Jennifer had to roll her eyes at how dramatic her husband could be at times. "They'll say "Where's Craig and Jennifer? Oh I know, They're at home, with their MONSTER of a son who keeps running off the help!"

"Craig!" Jennifer scolded, "He'll hear you, don't be so mean!" She hissed, keeping her voice down.

"Me be mean?! He's the one who keeps..."

"He's a little boy!" She yelled, unable to keep her tamper in check, "He doesn't know any better..." She finished, telling the last part more to herself than her husband. Craig sighed, and sat down in a leather recliner.

"How about you go... I'll stay here with Justin." Jennifer offered.

"Oh yeah? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask where you are?" He asked snidely.

"Just tell them... that you caught the last babysitter stealing a necklace of mine... or something, and we couldn't find a replacement yet..." She suggested, placing a hand on her husbands shoulder.

Craig seemed to be thinking it over, before nodding, "That could work." He stated simply.

She smiled, sorta liking the idea of staying home instead of going to one of the many country clubs "no kids aloud" get togethers. "If I'm staying here, I might as well make dinner. I'll run by the store real quick while you get ready." Craig nodded, before standing up and disappearing out of the room.

~~~~~

Brian was speeding back to his apartment in his to-small-for-his-size Gremlin. He swore one day he would have a Jeep. He tired getting home as fast as he could, before remembering he and his roommate Lindsey needed toilet paper. He groaned and turned around heading towards the grocery store. He parked his car in the vast parking lot, and headed towards the entrance. He was walking with his head bowed, still pissed about the days events. He didn't notice the woman walking his direction, with two big brown bags of food, looking down fumbling with her keys.

Brian felt himself bump into much smaller body. He reacted quickly, catching the woman before she hit the ground. Her bag of food, however, wasn't so lucky. It clattered to the ground, spilling oranges, bread, and what looked like a ball of cheese on the ground. Brian gaped, how could this day get any worse?

"I'm sorry!" He apologized quickly. The woman shook her head, "You caught me, why are you apologizing?" she asked, in a slightly worn voice.

Brian was about to tell her the that he was the one who knocked her down in the first place, but instead he kneeled down and began picking up what was left of her groceries. He stood up with the brown bag in his hand, and looked the woman over, to make sure she didn't get hurt. "I'll walk you to your car." He offered, and she smiled.

"Thank you, I could use some help," She stated and began to walk in the direction of her car. Brian followed, the days events temporarily forgotten. She popped the trunk of a 1990 BMW, placing the bag inside, and motioning Brian to do the same.

"You seem to be in a hurry..." Brian pointed out as she quickly rearranged the items in her trunk to fit the bag. "Well, I need to get home before my husband leaves so my son isn't alone... you see we had to... uh, fire our babysitter," Jennifer lied, "You wouldn't happened to know any?" she asked Brian, who laughed, then realized she was serious.

"Oh, uh no..." He began, but stopped. This woman, this WASPy, Armani wearing, BMW driving woman is looking to HIRE someone to watch her son. "But I'm really good with kids!" he blurted out, then winced.

"You?" The woman asked, now intrigued, "Any experience?" she asked Brian who was now wearing a nice, shit eating grin. "Tons!" He said enthusiastically, "I used to babysit all the time!" He lied.

"Well..." She paused, "I've never heard of a male babysitter before, but I guess that's a little sexist of me." She dug in her purse and pulled out a pad and pen. "Write down your phone number, and ill have my husband give you a call, 'kay?"

Brian hesitated before taking the pad and quickly scribbling down his and Lindsey's phone number. She smiled, and place the pad back in her purse and slammed the trunk shut. "Oh!" She gasped, "Where are my manners?" She asked, "I'm Jennifer Taylor." She put her hand out for him to shake.

"Brian Kinney." He replied, taking her hand and shaking it.

"Okay, I got to go, I'll talk to you later!" She called, before slipping into her car, starting it, and driving out of the parking lot.

"What the hell did I just do?" Brian asked himself before shaking his head, and heading to his car.

~~~~~

The next morning Brian felt like shit. The other days events flooded his head and he just wanted to go back to sleep. Instead he got up and headed towards the shower. He heard the phone ring, and ignored it. It rang again and he groaned "Linds! Get the phone!" He yelled, grabbing some dirty towels and smelling them, decided he could use them again today to save laundry soap (he swore one day he wouldn't have to do THAT either.) He heard a tired Lindsey mumble something, no doubt about him, before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" He heard her groan out, and sigh. "I don't know any Taylor's, you probably got the wrong number..." Brian paused, The woman... the job! Shit! Brian ran and jumped over the couch. He grabbed the phone from Lindsey, "Hey!" she stumbled back, but caught herself. "Asshole!" She yelled at Brian who was shushing her.

"Hello?" He asked, hoping they didn't hang up, he sighed in relief when a man answered, "Yes, this is Brian." He told the man he assumed was the woman's husband.

"Listen, Brian, Im going to get straight to the point..." The man on the other end sounded as if he was a little preoccupied, "We need a sitter tonight.... can you do it?" Mr. Taylor asked bluntly. "Tonight?" Brian asked, unsure.

"Yes," He continued, "$25 an hour, for about 6 hours... and if you do a good job I'll hire you full time. Thats $25 dollars an hour, 6 hours a night, 5 nights a week. What do you say?"

"Thats... a lot of money..." Brian stated, confused.

"I know, and I can make it more if you need me to... but I need an answer now. Do we have a deal?" Mr. Taylor asked, eager to get an answer.

"Yes. I'll do it." Brian said, looking at a very confused Lindsey. "What time?"

"Six, to eleven... is that alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, no problem." Brian replied, grabbing a take out menu off of the counter and wrote down the address the man read off to him.

"Yeah, thank you." Brian hung up. He grabbed Lindsey around the waist and swung her around. "I got a job!" He yelled, happily.

"So quickly? Doing what?" She asked, amazed.

"Baby-sitting this country club brat, 25 bucks an hour!"

"Baby-sitting?" She asked, warily, "Have you ever baby-sat before?"

"Sure..." Brian said, walking over to the towels he left on the ground.

"When?" She asked, disbelievingly.

"All the time... you remember Mikey." Brian laughed.

Lindsey rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Brian, I don't know if you know what you're getting into!"

"Come on..." Brian began, casually, "Its just a kid... Give him some ice cream, put him to bed, get $125. How hard could it be?" He asked, walking into the bathroom, obviously not expecting her to answer.

Lindsey sighed. Although she knew Brian was Brilliant, and could handle any situation... she couldn't help the bad feeling she got...

~~~~~

Justin saw his Dad hang up and looked at his Mom... "He said he'll do it." he said simply. Justin smirked as his parents looked his way.

"Well Justin, you've got yourself a new baby sitter, he'll be here tonight." His mother told him, and his smirk turned into a full blown smile.... not his nice smile he saved for special occasions, but the smile he used to scare the other kids on the playground into giving up their swings...

Jennifer looked at Craig and sighed, "I wonder how long this one will last..." She said aloud.

Justin giggled... so did he...