Brian is called to work with the Music Industry's hottest singer. Only the singer takes off, and leaves Brian trying to figure out who the client really is and what he is doing when he disappears.

After Brian and Justin cancel the wedding, Lindsay and Michael try to persuade, or some would say bully, Justin into going and taking his chance in New York. Unfortunately for them, Brian has his own Cyrano to help him and Justin get to where they need to be.

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You Are Not Alone, inspired by Michael Jackson's song, shows the way Brian copes with missing Justin while he's away.

This story is a true piss you off, make you cry, all emotion, encompassing tale that will leave you satisfied by the end. -Jazzepoet   

As we know from the show, Brian promises Justin a week-long vacation in Vermont but instead ends up going to Chicago to win the Brown Athletics account and save his job. Feeling hurt and betrayed, Justin goes snowboarding at Sugarbush Resort without his "boyfriend." Fuck him! But then Brian shows up in the middle of the night and their griping eventually leads to seriously hot make-up sex. Unfortunately, Brian's condoms are not designed to accommodate an impressive cock like Justin's. Breakage is all but inevitable. What happens when it actually occurs? (Considering the fact that the tags say "mpreg," I'm willing to guess that Brian gets pregnant.)

Also, can Brian snowboard without lessons?? What about give birth? Read and find out.

Believe it or not, despite being an mpreg fic, this story is not schmoopy (at all), and Brian and Justin are not OoC. Go, me!

Justin leaves Pittsburgh after the Rage Party deciding it was time to find out who Justin Taylor is. 

Lorie thanks for helping me even when I put your stomach in knots by separating the boys.

Justin has only one allergy

Brian and Justin had a drunken weekend of debauchery and both ended up pregnant with daughters, but only found out too late to do anything about it. Fourteen years later fate and the Avenue conspire to bring them back together.

Love my wonderful betas...Kathy, Nichelle, Bea and Brandi xxx

Love and kudos for the banner goes to Anja Witt xxx

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When Brian wins big on the lottery he and Michael take off for 2 years. Upon their return, Debs is delighted, not only are her boys back but they are finally a couple...but only according to Michael. What he thought has been a dream adventure has been a litany of moaning, complaining and bitching for Brian, so bad did it get that he cut the trip short! Now he's back and needs something to do...Ted and Emmett find him something to do during the day and his passion for photography finds him something do at night...oh and there's the little matter of Lindsay...she wants a baby and wants Brian to play daddy, or should that be Daddy Warbucks, but does Mel want to play mommy still?

Huge thanks and love as ever to my betas...you babes rock!

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Suzvoy has taken episode 510 and turned it on its head!  Everything is canon except one thing... Take a read and see how Brian is Brian and yet grows and learns how to love - mamaduck

This story is a serious AU, based on episode 510. Knowledge of this would be a distinct advantage, and if you haven't seen it then this fic could be considered a big ol' spoiler for what happens in said ep.

 Brian is missing Justin far too much after sending him away to NYC. He decides to sit down and put his thoughts on paper and then sends the letter to his lover in order to make clear how he is feeling. Justin responds with a letter of his own that makes just as clear how he feels about Brian's letter.

The idea for this story came to me when I was watching the scene where Brian was emphasizing his 'no apologies, no regrets' theory of life. Mind you, I realize it is stretching the imagination a little in this day and age for anyone to write a letter longhand and send it through the postal service when we have the internet and cells, but I hope you will suspend disbelief in this case.