Lance sat curled up in the bed, on JC's bed for hours, endless hours while the sun set and the evening chill invaded the room through the broken window. He didn't care to move, to get up and let himself out, or even try. Justin. JC. The two of them entangled in sordid sexual positions dominated his thought process. He didn't hear Joey's car return, nor did he hear the knock on the door. He could have cared less. His heart was dead. Simple, poetic, but true.

"Lance, it's me. I'll get you out." Joey's voice was calm, and he worried when no noise came from the room. He worried that the blood on JC wasn't all his own, even though he'd claimed it was only his. Even when he'd called Joey hysterical and irrational and told him to come get him, that his car was wrecked, down in a ditch. Joey was panicked, and with Lance not answering, it was making it worse. "Hang on man, I'm coming." He hadn't been able to get JC to tell him much, only that Lance was locked up, with no memory of where the key was. Joey thumped his shoulder against the door, wishing Chris would hurry the fuck up and get there. They'd left JC with Justin, possibly not the smartest person to leave him with, but no other choice available.

Lance rolled over and tried to focus. He shivered as a cool breeze flew in and snuggled down deeper into the blankets. He thought about first dating JC, the first time he'd held his hand and kissed his lips, the first time they'd made love, and the day they declared their relationship to the guys. He also recalled Jusin withdrawing, and at the time, assumed it was simply because the youngest N Syncer couldn't deal with homosexuality. Now it was painfully clear.

"Lance? Can you hear me?" Joey ran into the door again, wishing JC had told him where the goddamned key was because his shoulder was cracking in pain. "God, Lance answer me please."

Lance sighed, picking at a stray string on the comforter. He wondered where JC was, if he was okay with his feet being so hurt and all. He wondered if he'd run to Justin maybe. He wondered if he was coming back for him. Not that he wanted him to. Hell no, he wanted him to be gone forever. Split emotions, right down the center confused him. He wanted JC to want him just so he could refuse him. Maybe that would make him feel whole again. Then again, maybe not.

Joey heard Chris running up the steps. "What took you?" he snapped.

"Traffic," Chris breathed. "Get an ax."

Joey stared at him. "An ax? Where the fuck am I supposed to get an ax?"

"Doesn't everyone have an ax somewhere in the house?" Chris asked, rubbing his head. The insanity was getting out of control, and he hoped to God Justin was okay with JC, considering what had happened with them.

"This is JC we're talking about," Joey reminded him, jiggling the doorknob again. Fucking locks.

Chris scowled. "Yeah, I know that. And JC locked Lance up. JC walked through glass and sliced his fucking feet to shreds. JC is wasted from all the goddamned drugs he took okay? JC is not exactly sane right now."

Joey kicked at the door. "Get a screwdriver. That'll get it open." Minutes later, Chris handed the tool over, and Joey crouched down, unscrewing the doorknob.

Lance heard an unfamiliar sound outside the door. He hoped it was JC, truly, because he wanted to spit in his face and kick him in those balls of his and hurt him. He pulled himself up a bit, waiting.

Joey reached his finger in, pushing the lock over with a click and shoved the door open. "Lance?"

Lance's eyes opened wide when he saw Joey, and tears sprang into his eyes. "Joey?" he called out weakly, overcome with relief. "God Joey?"

Joey ran in and hugged him. "It's okay, Lance. We gotcha. Did he hurt you?" He moved back a bit to check his friend over, glad there was no blood, no more injuries.

Chris walked in after him. "Oh my fucking God," he gasped at the blood on the floor. "JC is crazy."

Joey hardened his face, nodding. "Yes he is. And he's getting no where near Lance. Not ever."

Lance collapsed into Joey, sobbing endlessly, not caring about N Sync or what would happen. It was over. Joey was here to take him away from it all. "I wanna go," he cried. "Joey take me home."

"Okay, it's okay. Come on." He helped Lance up, grabbing his sneakers and a pair of socks. "Chris, grab his shit please."

Chris did as he was asked, sifting through various piles of clothes, wondering which was JC's and which was Lance's. He moved aside as Lance limped out with Joey next to him, and finally just grabbed handfuls of stuff in his arms.

They headed out of JC's home, and Joey placed Lance carefully in the car. Lance winced as his back rubbed against the leather seats. He was numb all over with grief.

Joey didn't even wait for Chris before gunning the car out of the driveway. He planned to deposit Lance at his house, then find JC and get a little revenge of his own. As he headed down the road, his cell rang.

"What?" he yelled.

Justin's shaky voice took him off guard. "Joey, JC is gone. He's gone and I have no idea where and he's so fucked up and he's gonna get killed, I just know it."

Joey sighed at the agony in his younger friend's voice. "Stay put. I'm on my way." He raced down the street, biting his lip. He never saw the car careening though the intersection, right through the red light. The last thing he heard was metal on metal, and a faded scream from Lance, then blackness.

Chris was just minutes behind Joey's SUV. He heard the crash, and his heart fell. Immediately, he knew, he fucking knew it was Joey. As he approached the twisted wreckage, his breath caught in his body somewhere. Barely pausing to put his vehicle in park, he jumped out, tearing to the smoke and metal. "Noooo!" he screamed.

The other car was crunched halfway back, and in the driver's seat, he made out JC's bloodied lifeless face, unnaturally rotated. He fell to his knees in terror.

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