Previously On Queer As Folk: Brian and Justin got back togehter.

Michael came close to finishing his novel.

Ted and Blake bought a home by Michael and Ben's.

Emmett bought Torso and opened his own boutique.

Four Years Later...

"Happy Anniversary," Brian murmured in Justin's ear, nibbling sensuously on the lobe.

"Happy Anniversary." Smiling, Justin leaned back to kiss Brian.

"Five years," Brian continued, sighing contentedly. He moved around to the chair next to Justin.

"I can't believe it," Justin agreed. "We've been married for five years."

"Five happy years." Brian's eyes twinkled.

"Five incredibly happy years." Justin squeezed Brian's hand tightly.

They turned to each other and leaned forward, their lips meeting. Brian put his arms around Justin and pulled him closer. The sound of the French doors behind them opening caused them to break the kiss and turn to see what was happening. Gus stood in the doorway frowning apologetically. "Sorry, Dad," he said to Brian. "I couldn't hold Brianna back any longer."

"It's okay, Gus," Brian assured him.

"Cake!" Brianna exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Cake?" Justin asked, turning to Brian and arching an eyebrow.

"I got us an anniversary cake," Brian explained. "Chocolate Chocolate Chip."

"Mmmm sounds good." Justin licked his lips hungrily.

"Bring it here," Brian said, motioning Gus forward.

"Come on, Bri," Gus urged, following his little sister to the table. She kept trying to snag a taste of the cake that he had balanced in his arms. Rage stared at up him, tail wagging excitedly.

Sitting down at the table, Gus looked down at the cake, licking his lips. "I'll go get a knife," Brian announced, disappearing into the kitchen.

"I'm so glad you could make it this weekend, Gus," Justin said, smiling.

"Me, too. I can't wait for summer. Dad said he was going to let me take Brownie out all by myself."

"He did?" Justin chuckled. "Well, you're big enough now."

"See? This is why I love coming and staying with you and Dad, you let me do stuff that my moms would never let me do."

"That's what dads are for," Justin assured him.

"Where's Daddy?" Brianna asked, bouncing with nervous energy. She was dying for some of the cake.

"He'll be right out, Bri," Justin replied. "He just went to get a knife so he can cut the cake."

"I wonder what's taking him so long," Gus murmured.

"I'll go see." Justin stood up and went into the house.

Looking around, he could see that Brian wasn't in the kitchen. "Brian?" he called, walking out into the foyer.

"Right here," Brian replied, coming down the stairs.

"I thought you were going to get a knife," Justin reminded him.

"And something else."

"Something else?" Justin narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Look, I know you said no gifts," Brian began, "but this isn't just for our anniversary. It's also a congratulatory gift."

"For what?"

"For what?" Brian laughed. "For having an art exhibit in every major museum in the country," Brian replied, beaming proudly.

"Oh." Justin blushed.

"And for finally getting your art degree." He smiled and handed Justin a small envelope. It was obviously a card.

"Thank God you didn't go out and spend more money on me," Justin said, relieved. Grinning at Brian, he opened the envelope and pulled out the card. On the front it read: Happy Anniversary.

Flipping the card open, he started to read.

Dear Sunshine,

I'm not really good at these kinds of things, but I'm just going to say what

I want to say. Over the past nine years, you have made me the happiest

man in the world. You've given me a purpose and something to be

grateful for. I am so proud of you, Sunshine, and I can easily say that

I am the luckiest man alive. Because not only is my husband

gorgeous and smart, he's also talented , determined., and loving.

You have shown me that real love does exist and that

if you are patient enough, it will find you. I am so

grateful that you were brought into my life and

I know that without you, my life would be shit.

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me

and I promise to make you as happy as you have made me.

I look forward to waking up to your shining face every day

for the rest of my life.

I love you with all of my heart,


Teary eyed, Justin met Brian's gaze. "I don't know what to say," he said, the tears spilling down his cheek.

"Neither do I," Brian admitted, taking a step toward Justin.

"You have made me as happy as I've made you. And I promise to love you for the rest of my life."

"That's what I wanted to hear." Fighting back tears of his own, Brian hugged Justin tightly, grateful that he had had the courage five years before to tell Justin how he really felt and to take the dive and marry him. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too." Justin pulled back and kissed him. For a second, nothing else in the world mattered but them.

The French doors opened again and Gus's voice called out, "Dad? Justin? You better hurry, Brianna's going to eat the cake!"

"We're coming," Brian called back. He turned to Justin and they both chuckled.

"So you have no regrets about the last nine years?" Justin asked.

"Not one," Brian assured him. "Do you?"

"Only one."

"And what's that?" Brian looked down into Justin's eyes.

"Not telling you each and every day just how much I love you."

"Yeah, that really hurts," Brian teased. Looping his arm though Justin's he steered him through the kitchen and out the door to the patio. "Now who's ready for some cake?" he asked.

"Me!" Brianna and Gus cried.

Laughing, Brian cut them each a piece of cake before he cut a piece for himself and Justin. "Here you go," he said, holding the piece out.

"We're sharing a piece?" Justin asked.

"We share everything," Brian reminded him.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Resting his head on Brian's shoulder, Justin watched proudly as their children ate their cake and ran off to play in the yard.

Michael came down the stairs and set his suitcase down. He was breathing heavily from the exertion. His second book had been released earlier in the week and he was about to leave town for a month long book tour. He had done the same thing when his first book had come out, but was not looking forward to it. He would miss Ben and his friends.

"How much stuff did you pack?" Ben asked, eying him with amusement.

"As much I could fit in the bag," Michael confessed. "Who knows what I'll need?"

"Michael, you're going on a book tour," Ben reminded him. "Not the Arctic."

"It gets pretty cold in Canada," Michael insisted.

"All right, you win." Ben laughed. "Come here." He pulled Michael into a bear hug and kissed his neck. "What am I going to do without you for a whole month?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep you company," Hunter said, coming down the stairs.

"Hey." Michael turned to face Hunter. "He'd better be in the same condition he is now."

"He will be," Hunter promised.

"And if you keep up your grades, I might consider getting you that Hummer you wanted."

"Get out!" Hunter laughed.

"Well, since my first book was the number one New York Times Bestseller and my second book just came out and is already a hot item, we can definitely afford it."

"Are you serious!?"

"I guess you'll find out, won't you?" He grinned mischievously.

Ben pulled Michael down onto the couch next to him. "So, what are you plans for tonight?" he asked.

"Dinner with my mother and then I'm meeting the guys at Babylon. You can come if you want," Michael replied.

"To dinner or to Babylon?" Ben joked.


"Sorry, I'd love to but I've got a lot of work to do tonight."

"What kind of work?" Michael asked suspiciously.

"Grading mid-term essays."

"Sounds boring." Michael frowned.

"It is, but give my love to your mother and have a blast at Babylon."

"I will." Michael leaned over and brushed his lips against Ben's. "And maybe when I come home you can give me a little something to show me how much you're going to miss me while I'm away?"

"You can count on it."

"Gross," Hunter muttered, disappearing back up the stairs.

Michael laughed. "Well, that sure got rid of him pretty fast."

"Yeah." Ben put an arm around him. "I don't want you to worry about your mother while you're away."

"I won't," Michael said.

"Come on, Michael, I know you better than that."

"Okay, fine, I'll worry." He shrugged. "It's in my blood, what can I say?"

"And I love that about you." Ben smiled. "I promise that Hunter and I will go over and have dinner with her every night that we can. Hopefully that'll help get her mind off things."

"I can't believe that Lance is finally moving out after all these years."

"It's time he went out on his own." Ben shrugged. "At least she's still got Carl to keep her company."

"Yeah." Michael chewed his lip for a second. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Six?" Ben looked down at his watch.

"Shit I have to get going. If I'm late she'll kill me."

"And I wouldn't want that to happen."

As Michael stood up to leave, Ben smacked his ass. "What was that for?" he asked.

"For being adorable," Ben replied, his eyes aglow with mischief.

"Yeah, right!" Laughing, Michael pulled on his coat. "I'll see you when I get home?"

"Sure." Ben crossed the room and kissed Michael passionately.

"Bye." Smiling broadly, Michael gave Ben a quick peck on the cheek before he left.

As Emmett stepped off of the plane, he sighed contentedly. He was glad to be back home in Pittsburgh. After being open for only a short while, his store had become wildly successful. After a couple of years, he had gotten offers from Paris, Milan, and New York to open up boutiques there. He was just getting back from a two week trip to Milan. They had decided to go with his boutique and by the end of the year, it would be open and he would be a millionaire. Okay, not quite.

Hugging his brand new fur coat tighter against the cold chill, he went into the airport and looked around for Calvin. He hadn't seen Calvin in almost a month and was desperate to be in his arms. "Excuse me, sir," a voice said from behind him. "But are you looking for someone?"

"Calvin!?" Squealing excitedly, Emmett jumped up into Calvin's arms and kissed him furiously. "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you, too!" Calvin squeezed him tight. "I have a surprise for you back at the apartment."

"You do?" Emmett grinned. "What is it?"

"It's a surprise!" Calvin exclaimed, laughing jovially. "I can't tell you what it is yet."

"Fine." Emmett sighed with mock disappointment. "Take me home and make love to me for the rest of the day."

"I'll do my best."

When they got back to the apartment, Emmett walked in and gasped. Sitting on the couch was his father. "Daddy?" he gasped, mouth agape.

"Emmett." Smiling, Thomas got to his feet slowly. His health was slowly declining.

"What are you doing here!?" Emmett ran across the room and hugged him fiercely. He hadn't seen his dad in months.

"I finally decided to take you up on your offer."

"What offer?" Emmett asked, knitting his brows.

"To come and live you with you," Thomas said. "If the offer still stands."

"Of course!" Emmett laughed excitedly. "I'm so glad you're here!"

"So am I."

Calvin set Emmett's vast collection of suitcases down. "I say we all go out to eat. To celebrate."

"That's right, my son is a world renowned..." Thomas paused. "What's that word?"

"Couturier?" Emmett supplied.

"That's the one." Thomas clapped him on the back. "I couldn't be prouder of you, son."

"Thanks, Daddy." Emmett blinked past the tears welling in his eyes. "I'm proud of you, too."

"Oh, come here." They embraced again, both barely reigning in their emotions.

"I hate to interrupt, but we have reservations," Calvin said politely.

"Yeah." Emmett sniffled. "Let's go."

"Let me go get changed first." Thomas went off into his new bedroom.

"So, are you going out with the guys tonight?" Calvin asked.

"Yeah, if it's all right with you." Emmett smiled pleadingly.

"Go on."

"It's just that Michael's leaving for his book tour tomorrow and I to catch up with my boys."

"I understand. You go out and have fun with your friends. I'll stay here and make sure that your father gets settled in okay."


"Yeah." Calvin grinned.

"Oh! I love you so much!" Emmett leapt into Calvin's arms again, wrapping his legs around Calvin's waist.

"You'd better." Laughing, they collapsed onto the floor.

After dinner, Debbie cleared the table. She hadn't said much all through the meal. It hurt too much to say anything. Not only was Lance moving out, but Michael was leaving town for a month. She had never spent more than a few weeks away from Michael since the day he was born. She was going to go crazy without him. "Thanks for dinner, Ma," Michael said, carrying his plate to the sink.

"You're welcome, honey." Deb forced herself to smile. "Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

"No, thanks, I'm stuffed."

"I'll wrap it up and you can bring it home to Ben. He's going to need food while you're away."

"He'll appreciate that."

"When are you leaving?" Debbie asked.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Shit," Deb hissed as tears started to blur her vision.

"What?" Michael asked, concerned.

"I promised myself I wouldn't cry," Deb admitted.

"Come here." Michael let himself be smothered by his mother. He knew how hard it was going to be for her to deal without him. She was used to talking to him on a daily basis and seeing him at least four times a week. And though he hated to admit it, he was going to miss her, too.

Debbie pulled away and smiled again. "I'm sorry," she said. "God, I'm such a drama queen."

"It's okay," Michael assured her. "I promise I'll call you every day."

"You'd better!" Debbie exclaimed. "Four times at least. And make sure you eat. I don't want you coming back looking like a fucking skeleton again."

"I'll try." Michael laughed.

"Good boy." Deb playfully smacked his cheek. "I'm so goddamn proud of you, honey!"

"Thanks, Ma." Michael grinned. "Well, listen, I'd better get going, I'm meeting the guys at Woody's for drinks. Sort of a bon voyage party. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye, sweetie." Debbie gave Michael one more bear hug before handing him the wrapped up leftovers and sending him on his way.

After Michael left, she started to feel lonely. Carl had gone up to lie down as soon as he had finished eating. He hadn't been feeling well lately and spent a lot of time resting. Lance had disappeared upstairs. I think it's time to do some laundry, Deb decided. Going up the stairs, she pushed open Lance's door without knocking. He jumped and pulled the blankets up over his naked body. "Deb!" he hissed, flushing red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sweetie, laundry."

"You could have knocked!"

"I thought I did." Debbie smiled sweetly. "It doesn't matter, you won't be dealing with it much longer."

"What do you mean?" Lance frowned. "Are you kicking me out?"

"No. You're moving in with Jeremy." Lance stared at her blankly. "Aren't you?"

"No, why would you think that?"

Debbie sat down on the edge of the bed. "I heard you two talking a few weeks ago about moving in together."

"Oh." Lance laughed. "Deb, we were talking about moving in together, but not until I was done with college."


"Yeah. I love it here and I know how lonely you'd be without me. So as long as you want me, I'm here."

"Oh, honey!" Debbie threw her arms around Jeremy and rained kisses down on his forehead. "Of course you can stay!"


"It's my job." Deb got up from the bed and collected the dirty clothes from Lance's hamper. "Now, I'm going to leave you to finish what you were doing." She laughed. "Just make sure not to cum on my sheets."

"Ugh," Lance groaned.

As Debbie pounded back down the stairs, she saw Carl in the kitchen. He was sitting at the table eating ice cream. "I thought you weren't feeling well, sweetie," Deb said.

"Just the aches and pains of getting old," Carl assured her. He pulled out the chair next to him. "Want some ice cream?"

"Sure." Debbie threw the clothes down on the floor and sat down next to Carl. He got a spoonful of ice cream and held it out to her. Deb leaned forward and took a bite. "Mmm that's good."

"I have something a little better." Carl pressed his lips against Deb's. "How's that?"

"Tasty." Debbie smiled and rested her head on Carl's shoulder. Suddenly, her life wasn't looking so lonely after all. She had a man who loved her, a successful, loving son, and a group of dedicated friends who were like family. What more could she ask for?

Ted stared down at Blake lovingly. "I love being married to you," he whispered, nuzzling Blake's ear.

"I love being married to you, too." Blake giggled. "And I love living with you in this beautiful house."

"It is nice," Ted agreed. "You know, for the first time in my life, I actually feel like I'm home. Where I belong."

"Me, too." Blake kissed the side of his neck. "No one's ever made me feel as safe as you do."

"I've never loved someone like I love you."

"I can't believe we've been married for five years," Blake mused.

"It seems like just yesterday that we met."

"Yeah!" Blake laughed. "You were so adorable that night."

Ted sat up in bed, resting his head in his hand. "Since our anniversary is coming up next month, I think we should do something special."

"I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind?"

"Well, we haven't really gone anywhere since Justin's art show in New York."


"I hear Ibiza is nice this time of year."

"Ibiza!" Blake laughed exuberantly.

"I take it you're excited?"

"Excited, I'm ecstatic!" His smile vanished. "But can we afford a trip like that?"

"Sure. Brian gave me another raise and that combined with the extra income from the club gives us more than enough for a little vacation."

"What about work?" Blake asked.

"Brian can deal without me. Between him and Justin, they could rule the world. They're like a couple of lesbians."

"I always thought they were amazing."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that everything they've been through, they're still together. They love each other very much."

"Yeah, I guess they do."

Blake rolled over and looked at the clock. "It's getting to be that time again," he announced, meeting Ted's gaze.

"Time to go open the club," Ted grumbled. "At least I won't be there alone again."

"Oh that's right, Emmett is back in town now, right?"

"Mmmhmm. We're having a little party for him and Michael tonight."

"That's nice."

"You could come if you want to," Ted offered.

"No, it's for you guys. I don't want to interfere. I think it's great that after all this time, you and your friends are still as close as ever."

"It's all thanks to my loving, understanding husband."

"I have nothing to do with it. You guys just love each other."

"Yeah, we do." Ted sighed. "I'd better get going. I promise I won't be out too late."

"Take your time."

"I love you." Ted planted a kiss on Blake's forehead.

"Love you." Blake watched Ted put his clothes back on. A vacation in Ibiza, he thought. That's certainly one way to spend our anniversary.

Back home in Toronto, Melanie and Lindsay were putting Jenny Rebecca to bed. "There you go, sweetie, nice and toasty," Lindsay murmured, kissing JR on the forehead.

"I love you, baby." Melanie grinned down at their daughter.

"Mommy?" JR asked.

"Yes?" Melanie and Lindsay asked in unison.

"How come Gus got to go see his daddy and I didn't?"

"Uh..." Mel and Linz exchanged looks.

"He gets to go back and see his daddy all the time. I miss my daddy."

"One second, honey." Melanie pulled Lindsay off to the side. "What do you think?" she asked.

"I think she's old enough to go and stay with Michael and Ben every other weekend like Gus does with Brian and Justin," Lindsay replied.

"I suppose." Mel looked back at her beautiful daughter. It would be hard for her to part with JR, she was her baby, but Michael was her parent, too, and he deserved to spend time with his daughter.

"It's either that or we move back to Pittsburgh," Lindsay continued softly so that only Melanie could hear her.

"You're right." Melanie sighed. "You know that I would love to move back to Pittsburgh as much as you would, Linz, but what's changed? If possible, things have gotten worse. Last year they banned gay marriage in California."

Lindsay nodded sympathetically. "I know. But we can't give up hope."

"Why not?" Melanie muttered.

"Because when we do, what do we have to look forward to?" Lindsay stared into Mel's eyes. "Things will get better. We just have to be patient."

"You're such a shiksa."

"I know," Lindsay beamed. "So, what do you say?"

"All right." Mel turned back to JR who was waiting patiently for an answer to her question. "How about this, honey? When your daddy gets back from his book tour, we'll talk to him about you and going and staying with him every other weekend. How does that sound?"

"Yeah!" JR screamed, her face lighting up instantly.

"But you have to be a good girl and go to sleep now. It's late."

"Okay. Goodnight, mommy."

"Good night."

Melanie and Lindsay closed the door behind them and went down the hall to their bedroom. Changing into pajamas, they climbed into bed and pulled the covers up. "Michael's going to be so ecstatic when we tell him," Lindsay said, cuddling up next to Melanie.

"Yeah, he'll shit himself." Melanie chuckled. "Are you ready to go to bed?" she asked, her hand poised over the lamp switch.

"I'm exhausted."

"Good." Melanie turned the lamp off and lay back against the pillows. "I love you, Linz," she muttered.

"I love you, too." Lindsay rested her head on Melanie's shoulder and smiling, fell asleep.

Later that night after having a few drinks at Woody's the guys walked down Liberty Avenue toward the pulsating beat of Babylon that called to them tantalizingly. "I am so glad to be home!" Emmett trilled, practically skipping down the sidewalk.

"We're glad to have you back," Ted assured him. "It wasn't the same without you."

"Hey!" Brian exclaimed with mock offense.

"Sorry, Bri." Ted smiled back at Brian. "No one can replace, Em."

"Aw, thanks, sweetie." Emmett planted a sloppy kiss on Ted's cheek.

"Are you going to miss me?" Michael asked jokingly.

"I will, Mikey." Brian bumped Michael with his hip.

"Well, it's good to know someone will."

"I'll miss you, too," Justin assured him. "I'm especially going to miss reading the new chapters of your book every week."

"Oh, I have a copy for you in the car," Michael said. "One for all of you."

"Did you sign it?" Emmett asked.

"Of course."

"I can't wait to read this one," Ted said encouragingly.

"They're even talking about making it into a TV series," Michael boasted, flushed with excitement.

"They are?"

"Who's going to play me?" Brian asked.

"Some extremely talented but unfortunately unknown actor."

"Is he hot?" Justin chipped in.

"Extremely hot." Michael grinned. "I have never been that attracted to a man before."

"Not even Ben?" Brian teased.

"Not even Ben."

"Wow." Justin's mouth dropped open.

"Is he hotter than me, Mikey?"

"He's a close second." Laughing, Brian put his spare arm around Michael's shoulder.

As they crossed the street, the pull toward Babylon became even stronger. They cut in front of the others in line and went in. Habitually, they made their way to the bar. After ordering drinks, they turned to face the throng of half-naked men gyrating on the dance floor. "I missed this," Emmett sighed, smiling.

"It never gets old," Brian agreed, winking at Justin.

"Doesn't it?" Ted asked, sipping his drink.

"What do you mean?" Brian turned toward Ted.

"I think what Teddy means is, aren't we a little old to still be doing this?"

Drinks frozen halfway to their mouths, they all looked at each other, considering the question. Were they too old to still be going out to Babylon? Except for Justin, they were all pushing forty, except Ted, who was in his mid-forties. Most men their age could barely get it up much less stay up all night partying. "Nah," they decided, laughing.

"We'll never be too old," Brian declared, clinking his beer bottle against Justin's.

"You know," Michael said seriously. "We should renew our pact."

"Which one?" Emmett inquired.

"The one we made that summer. That no matter what, we'd always be friends."

"I guess we could," Emmett mused.

"With all of us going our own separate ways all the time," Justin added.

"It sounds like a good idea," Ted concluded.

As they raised their drinks to toast, Brian said, "Hold on."

"What?" Michael asked.

"It'd like to add something to the toast."

"You?" Emmett guffawed.

"Yes, Honeycutt, me."


"Not only will be always be friends, but we will never abandon Babylon. It's been our hangout for as long as any of us can remember." He turned to Justin. "But more importantly, it's the place where I met Sunshine. That makes it important to me."

"Oh, Brian." Justin laughed.

"That's so sweet," Emmett said, smiling.

"To us," Brian declared, raising his drink higher. "And Babylon."

"To us and Babylon," the others joined in.

"Now, let's go dance!" Emmett exclaimed, yanking Ted away from the bar. "I've been dying for a night out like this for two months!"

"All right," Ted agreed, dutifully following his best friend.

Justin looked over at Michael, who was frowning into his beer. "Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah." Michael sighed. "I just wish Ben was here is all. I'm going to be away for a month. I'll miss him."

"Oh." Justin happened to glance over toward the door. Ben was fighting his way through the throng of dancers. "Well something tells me your luck is about to change."

"That's for sure," Brian mumbled.

"What are you talking about?" Michael felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, brown eyes," Ben said, grinning. Michael spun around and gasped.

"Ben!" Michael hugged him. "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't think that I was going to let you leave without one last dance at Babylon, did you?"

"What about your papers?"

"Hunter's grading them."



"It looks like we'll have to buy him that Hummer now."

"Guess so." Ben grabbed Michael's hand. "Now, let's dance."

"See you guys later," Michael said, craning his neck to see Brian and Justin.

"Later, Mikey." Brian waved.

Justin cleared his throat. "You know, I really loved the old Brian," he said.

"You did?" Brian asked sarcastically.

"Yeah. But I think I love this new one better. A whole lot better."

"I'll let you in on a little secret. So do I." Smiling, he pulled Justin closer. "Let's dance," he said.

"I thought you'd never ask."

"Never fret, Sunshine, I made a promise years ago to save the last dance for you. I always keep my promises."

Maybe they were a little too old to still be hanging out at Babylon, but who cared? Turning their back on Babylon was inconceivable to them. In a world full of hate and ridicule, where gay people were bashed and disrespected, it was the sole safe haven they had. No matter what, they would always have Babylon. As long as it stood, they would go and dance. After all, what more could they do?

Laughing, Brian grabbed Justin's hand and started walking toward the dance floor. Around them, their friends danced happily. As they passed each other, their eyes met and they smiled. No matter what the world threw at them, two things were certain: they were queer and they would always be friends. Brian pressed his lips against Justin's and held him tight as they swayed to the ever present, immortal thumpa thumpa.

Author's Note: I honestly don't know how to begin. This has been a crazy, wild ride. Two years. Who'd have thought what started as a sentence would turn into this? I certainly didn't and I'm amazed to this day. I'd like to thank all of my readers who kept me going and offered their critiques, it certainly helped shape the story and make it better. Without you guys, I might have given up, so thank you all. It's been fun and I'm going to miss updating and getting feedback from you guys, but it's true what they say: everything ends. As sad as I am to see it end, I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to share my love of QAF with you guys. I hope that I did the show justice and that I gave you all the happy ending that I felt these wonderful characters deserved. As for my next endeavors, I have a few thoughts rolling around in my head. I wrote a chapter for a Dante's Cove fanfic that I would like to write, but unfortunately, I haven't had the time to devote to it. I've also got some ideas for a Sarah Jane Adventures fic that would feature the Eleventh Doctor and would servce as a tribute to the late, great Elisabeth Sladen, whom I adore. Thank you all again for everything, I truly appreciate it.

Feel free to check my Secret Diary of a Call Girl fanfic that I wrote under another name last year. it's called Secret Diary of a Call Girl: Money Changes Everything. If you can't find it, search for M rated fics.