Boi Zone

'Tidbits, Twilight Zones & Mr. Snuffles' Ch. 24

Title: Boi Zone

By : AshleyMistMalichi

Rating: F A O/Adults Only

Category: Fanfiction

Characters: Justin Taylor, Daphne Chanders, Brian Kinney, Debbie Novotny, Michael Novotny, Emmett Honeycutt, Ted Schmidt, Lindsay Peterson, Melanie Marcus, Gus, Vic Grassi, Cynthia, The Taylors, The Chanders, Chris Hobbes; OMC's OFC's and OC's.

Genre: AU, Drama, General/Misc. Romance, Angst, licorice FanFiccy (twisty & bittersweet)

Warnings: AU, OOC, and Het. A What IF? Canon/Fanon FanFic

Summary: Question, What if? Answer, Boi Zone. Because, 'love isn't always easy, and corrections can soon become mistakes.'

*A/N: For the sake of my story, Daphne's middle name is the inital J. =) Also, please remember, this is an AU. But, it's also a Brian and a Justin love story.

It will have a happy ending, this I promise you, but? As far as a happy middle, well, just stay tuned. ;)

*And, last BUT not least, there will be some Het references inside this fic, BUT it is NOT who you might think. ;)

Disclaimer: All Characters and situations from Queer as Folk are the properties of Russell T. Davies, Ron Cowen and Daniel Lipman, (Cowlip) Showtime, and others. No Copyright infringement has been intended by this author or this website. This story has been invented for Entertainment purposes only and has been rated by the author AshleyMistMalichi, and not by any independent body.

Story courtesy of: serindipity *my fragile fairy muse*

Boi Zone

~CHAPTER 24~

But, had he been black, Ben would have been SO proud to have the boy as a future son-in-law.

And, so, he'd let his young teen daughter know with no holds barred, he wouldn't tolerate a mixed baby.

And, when the kids hit their mid-teens, he's not ashamed to admit that he had to restrain himself from doing cartwheels on his front lawn when an embarrassed Daphne and red-faced Justin told him, 

"Daddy," 

"Mr. Chanders sir, I'm," 

"Justin's gay." At the same time, and in stereo no less.

And, earlier this year, he'd even helped to keep the boy's latest secret, the fact that he'd become lover's with a gay man.

A man 12 years older than the boy; and a wealthy Ad executive named Brian Kinney.

Yeah, Ben had helped to keep that bomb from Justin's homophobic father, Craig Taylor.

He'd stumbled on this little tidbit quite by accident when Daphne and Justin had been out after her curfew, sitting in the car, smoking with the windows down and arguing loudly.

Taylor was known throughout their Country Club sect as a violent hot head, and Ben didn't want to see the little boy used as a punching bag, should his father ever find out his son's true sexual orientation.

So, he'd calmed them both down, grounded his daughter, and gleefully had sent Justin home.

Ecstatic in the knowledge that the boy could NOW never take her completely away.

Because in Ben's book, a gay boy didn't have sex with a girl, no matter her color. 

Just as a straight girl, would never, ever have sex with a gay boy.

Or, so he'd thought.

Because, after what Justin Craig Taylor had just said to him, Ben felt like a guest in the Twilight Zone, and he'd expected to see the tall handsome Actor Rod Serling step out from behind any door, at any second, announcing just that fact!

Damn, even now at his age, the stupid spooky song still gave him the chills!

And the fuckin' thing just would NOT stop looping through his sore brain.

'Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do...'      

Ben closed his eyes tightly against the tears that wanted to fall. Later, in the privacy of his den, they would.

Hoping upon hope that when he opened his eyes, he'd be alone.That this was just a bad dream.

But, when he opened his eyes, his blurry vision saw them still sitting there.

Worried looks on their faces.

Well, he was still the man of his household, and as the man, a few ground rules needed to be laid in light of this oh, so interesting turn of things.

But, first, he really needed some clarification on a few facts.

Did Justin really just say, what he thought he said?

Clearing his throat suddenly, and feeling a bit of get-back when they all jumped, Ben trained his dark eyes on the blond, blue-eyed bane of his existence as he silkily said,

"Now, Justin, son, would you kindly run that by me one more time? 

Because, I may be getting old, but I could of sworn, that you just said to me, that my Daffy-girl here is 5 months pregnant; and that you're the father, and that I'm soon going to be the grandfather of a baby boy? 

Oh, and that you'd already asked her to marry you, and she told you she'd give you an answer on Prom night? 

Did I get all of that, or did I miss something here?"

And, then, the look in Justin Taylor's eyes gave him chills.

Now, he'd seen the boy's eyes alight with mischievousness, when he or Daphne had been up to no good.

And he'd seen them sparkle in glee, when Daphne or Justin had gotten an award, or had made an above average grade in School.

Hell, Ben had even seen those baby ocean blue eyes sad and solemn when he'd caught the two burying Daphne's pet hamster, Mr. Snuffles.

And it had broken his heart, but he'd patiently explained to the then 4 year old, that it had been 'Mr. Snuffles time.'

And, in an understanding way beyond his young years, Justin had been the one to comfort both him and Daphne, with his little blue eyes so sad. 

Damn! Ben had loved that little furr-ball too!

But, in all the different ways Ben had ever seen Justin's sapphire blue eyes, not even when he'd recently been dumped by that asshole Brian Kinney, 

had Ben seen the boy's beautiful eyes so, 

damn serious.