Postcanon, about three years after the end of the show. Romantic moments, ass jokes, fits of reflection, heroic battles, 'Tearful Queens' fountain, trips to Europe and more.

Brian, his fingers and what he enjoys doing with them. This takes place sometime around episode 309-310 but it's life outside of the Stockwell arc.

Justin has moved to New York and he and Brian have decided to call it quits. But a few bottles of wine make Justin want to go back in time.

(This fic is written as if they are speaking into each other's voicemails.)

A minor take on the movie 'Planes, Trains, & Automobiles'. Brian made Justin and Gus a promise to be home for Christmas.

As you might have guessed it's my fractured fairy tale take on Aladdin QAF style. I'm keeping to the original version and not the Disney version although aspects may trickle through.

Sooner or later, all kids ask questions about where they come from, even Brian Kinney's son. But will Brian decide to answer?

Ten years post-513. Justin knows his man, and right now that man is keeping something from him.  

Brian as seen through Justin’s eyes…

Brian is late getting home from the office, but Justin doesn't hold it against him.

The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism. ~George Jean Nathan

It all starts when Brian ‘saves’ Justin, but Justin isn’t down a well and Brian isn’t a hero. In fact, they actually sort of hate one another after this but that doesn’t stop them from playing their own games. Neither one of them want a boyfriend but due to unstoppable forces that’s what they’ll become. Not that they’ll admit it. Brian and Justin will reach a point that they’ll have to decide to move forward together or stop ‘whatever they are doing’ and go back to life without one another. You could say that it’s a bit of a challenge.

Brian is horny and Justin has been too busy to play. Porn ensues. Several years Post-513

Just eight little letters.

One powerful word.

And life can change forever.

A little drabble fic in nine months...erm...parts.

SUMMARY:  That damned Showtime channel and their time limits. Due to circumstances beyond their control (I'm sure), Cowlip et al were exceedingly surprised when the finale of QaF was cut short by a few minutes. It changed everything and, boy, were they pissed. But... what were a couple of rich, influential producers of a successful ground breaking hit show to do? Apparently, nothing. The milk had been spilled, the cart overturned, the bridge burned... But, here is how the ending was ACTUALLY filmed. (I swear, this is true. I heard it from a friend who has a cousin who works with this guy who dated a celluloid vault-keeper's sister...)