Author’s Notes: The final chapter- finally! Thanks to everyone who has read this story. I have enjoyed this story and its readers immensely. I’ll probably start something new in the coming weeks, but I’m still trying to get some personal stuff together first. -LadyB “You have to go,” Brian’s tone of voice suggested that the subject was closed as far as he was concerned. Justin knew otherwise. “That isn’t even in question. You will go and conquer Los Angeles. You will become a raving success and the best homosexual you can be.” “No,” Justin emphatically replied, “You aren’t my father, Brian; you are my lover. Stop trying to run my life by telling me what to do. It’s never done us any good in the past and it won’t do us any good this time. I know you, Brian. I know you. You’ll pretend that everything is fine, but it won’t be. You’ll insist that things are fine, but they won’t be. Instead, you’ll be worrying about…” Brian interrupted Justin. “Not true, Sunshine, I do not worry. It gives me wrinkles and would negate the two hundred dollar bottle of French lotion that I use every night.” Brian nodded his agreement with his statement in an annoyingly cocky fashion, and then he waggled his eyebrows in a sexy way that he knew Justin loved. Justin rolled his eyes. He was onto Mr. Brian Kinney. “You aren’t getting me off the subject that easy, Brian. I am not going and that’s final.” “You are going and that is final.” Brian retorted quickly. Brian’s piercing gaze was obviously trying to intimidate Justin into doing as he said. “No.” Justin was not falling for the intimidation factor; he sent a glare right back at Brian. “I am not letting you undermine us anymore. You think you know what’s best for me. Well, Mr. Kinney, you don’t. I do. And what is best for me is to stay here, make sure I’m completely better, finish school, draw the comics with Michael, and be with you.” “Justin,” Brian started again, but Justin interrupted him this time. “Brian,” Justin practically sighed, “No. I am not going, but I will help Brett with the movie. I’ve…We’ve found a way for me to work on the movie and not be in L.A.” Brian raised his eyebrows in a surprised, yet questioning manner, and then motioned for Justin to continue. “Well?” Brian prompted when Justin didn’t immediately continue. “I talked to Brett last night and they’ve decided that I can do as Michael is doing. I can scan the images on my computer and e-mail them to the art director. From the images, they can make artistic decisions using my raw drawings. And, as I pointed out to them last night, it’ll save the movie money and keep their assistant art director happy. Brett thought about it for about two minutes and thought it was a perfect solution. So, see? It’ll work out. I’ll still be fabulous, the best homosexual that I can be, but I’ll also be happy.” Justin smirked at Brian. Brian, with his tongue in his cheek, gave him a half-smile and pulled Justin into his arms. Justin tugged a little on the back of Brian’s head to pull him in for a kiss. Their lips meshed slowly together, Justin enjoying each and every second. When Brian’s tongue licked at his lower lip seeking entry, Justin eagerly let him in. A slight sucking sensation and Justin’s tongue was drawn into Brian’s mouth. Justin relished the warm feeling that overtook him as Brian pulled him closer. A few moments later and Justin pulled back. Brian gave him a quizzical look before he noticed that Justin was hastily toeing his shoes off. With a light chuckle, Brian joined him by removing his own shoes and clothes. As Justin pulled the last of his clothes off, he took a moment to enjoy the man in front of him. Getting an eyeful and enjoying it, he said, “I love you, Brian.” Brian smirked, stood there for Justin to look his fill, and replied, “I know.” After a brief pause, he added, “I love you, too.” Justin’s smile couldn’t have been any brighter. He practically jumped into Brian’s waiting arms. From there, Brian and Justin enjoyed each other fully. It was three weeks later when Brian and Justin finally welcomed everyone into their new home for the first time. Jennifer and Molly arrived first bearing a beautiful vase for their house. Deb and Carl weren’t far behind with the largest platter of rigatoni that Justin had ever seen. Emmett clapped enthusiastically when he saw the house and gave Justin a friendly hug; he especially liked Justin’s studio. Ted was noticeably impressed and said as much. The girls (with an excited Gus) were taken aback, but enthusiastically congratulated them. Michael, Ben, and Hunter arrived last, but were no less excited. Ben even brought them a collection of teas in a beautiful wooden box that perfectly matched the kitchen cabinets. Michael had been a little hesitant, Justin could tell, with Justin’s decision to stay in Pittsburgh, but he never said a word to him about it. So far, to Justin’s delight, things had been going very smoothly. Brett had mentioned a face to face meeting in the coming weeks, but Justin didn’t mind. As long as he could stay with Brian in their new home, a week or two here and there was something that he could live with. Hell, Brian had mentioned joining him and checking out Rodeo Drive and all its glory. They had also learned last week that the doctor was still happy with Justin’s prognosis and current condition. All in all, it looked like things were finally working out. Justin was happy; his family was happy; and Brian was Brian, which was the way that Justin liked it. Justin watched his family enjoy the food and drinks, their new home, and he smiled to himself. Things were certainly better than they had ever been. His smile got wider when he felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around his waist from behind. “What are you smiling at, Sunshine?” “Oh, nothing,” Justin coyly replied. Brian nodded and then pulled Justin in for a brief, but intense kiss. Justin felt dazed. “There,” Brian said before he pulled away, “That’s a much better look for you.” “Asshole,” Justin smiled. “I know,” Brian sarcastically said with a saucy wink as he walked away to play with an overexcited Gus. Yes, Justin thought, things were perfect.