Joey glared at the figure of JC heading down the hospital hallway, concern plastered all over that fucking phony face of his, and he wanted to attack him, rip his head off and kill him. "Don't you fucking dare," he growled lowly, when JC was close enough to hear.

JC gazed blanky at Joey, confused. "Joey, Chris called me. Where is he? Where's Lance?" His eyes clouded over with panic, and he gazed through a huge window into a room. "Is he in there?" he gasped, tugging at his Leo necklace. No matter what, he loved Lance, and if anything happened to him, especially when he wasn't with him, when he was fucking someone else, oh christ, he couldn't even begin to imagine.

"Chris shouldn't have done that," Joey hissed, his face still smeared with soot, and his clothes still rumpled from falling asleep on Lance's couch. "You're a no good, selfish, motherfucker, and I want you gone before Lance sees you and is fooled by you, again."

Justin headed down the hallway next, and Joey eyed him carefully, his curls askew and messy, not bedhead messy, but fucking someone messy, and his heart dropped. He glanced at JC, who was biting his nails, pacing about, looking for Lance, and it all made scary sense to him. "You fucker," he grimaced, knowing he wasn't wrong, knowing that JC had been messing around with Justin. His temper flared violently, and when JC turned to look at him, he speared him, right in the gut, knocking him to the hard tile. He landed a solid punch in JC's tight abs, and tears burned his eyes as he looked down. "Did you?" he yelled, not caring that Chris and Jusitn were right there, attempting to shush him, "Did you fuck him?"

JC's eyes widened, and he squirmed out from underneath the burly assaulter, a man he once called friend, a man who was attacking him without provication, or proof. Justin stood back, under the scrutinous glare of Chris, wishing to hell he hadn't come, or at least stopped to wipe the sex off himself. Of course Joey, the groups biggest slut, could smell a sexual escapade a mile away. They should have been smarter, but he'd been defenseless against JC's advances, and he wanted JC to kiss him and rub him, and fuck him hard, even though it hurt, and even though he'd never been with a man before, and now, Lance was hurt, and it was his fault, he just knew it.

Chris yanked Joey up hard, slamming him against the wall, holding him by the neck with his forearm. "Joey!" he demanded. "Calm down."

Joey's brown eyes were full of hate, and disgust, and he glanced at Justin who was cowering against the wall with a guilty look on. "I can't believe you'd do this to him."

Chris let him go and shook his head. "Lance needs us all now, so let's keep this between us, okay?" He eyed Joey first, then JC, who was scrambling to his feet, and then Justin, who was close to tears.

"Fine," Joey agreed, pushing past Chris, and moving toward the fire burn unit's window. "But no way does he get in there to see him. No way."

JC scowled as Justin tore off down the hall, and he shot Joey a hateful look. "I'm his boyfriend," he reminded him coolly, "So I will see him, and you can go fuck yourself, Fatone, because we all know you want him." JC knew he was reaching, trying hard to point the finger at someone else so he didn't have to face the fact he was a scumbag.

Joey thought about it for a moment. No, he didn't want Lance, not in that way. He loved Lance, as a brother, and tried so hard to protect him. He never in a million years thought he'd have to protect him from JC.

Lance sat on the bed, his midsection wrapped in gauze, his arm now set in a cast. He'd been burned on his back, and his stomach, and broken his left arm in two places, but other than that, and a few bruises and bumps, he was faring pretty well. The bandages hurt the worst, rubbing against the burned skin, and occasionally a sharp bolt of pain would cascade through him, but they'd given him medication for that and it was doing it's job. He saw some kind of commotion out in the hallway, but his head hurt, and his vision was blurred a bit by the meds and the fall, and he didn't really know what was happening.

"Mr. Bass?" Lance turned his head slowly and stared at the doctor, the same one who'd treated him since he had arrived. He'd told him several times to call him Lance, but the guy just would not listen.

"Yeah?" Lance itched his nose, carefully, as it was aching from the collision with the hard ground. He hadn't even had time to comprehend the fact his life may have been burned to oblivion. He just wondered where JC was, and if someone called him, because he needed to see him, and be held so he could break down, and he knew JC hated that kind of stuff, but still.

"Are you up for a visitor or two? You're friends are pacing a hole in the floor out there." He motioned toward the hallway, and Lance squinted in that direction, but he couldn't make much out. He was glad someone was here for him, at least, and dared hope JC was one of them.

"Yes, please," he cried relieved. "Send them in." He was anxious and maybe out of this mess, he and JC could put things back together. He loved the guy, so much it stomach flip when he thought about him, or saw him, and no matter what had been happening in the past few weeks, he just knew they were meant for each other.

"Hey buddy," Joey smiled, heading toward the bed.

Lance stared past him as the door opened, and he caught a glimpse of JC, or at least he thought it was JC, but why wasn't he coming in. He struggled to sit up a bit and gazed at Joey, trying not to look disappointed that it wasn't JC. "You look like shit," he frowned.

"Thanks, you know next time you jump out of a burning building and I know I'm coming to see you, I'll be sure to shower first." He ran his fingers through his hair and stared hard at the blonde in the bed, all wrapped up and broken, and he hated JC so fucking much, and wanted to tell Lance right then and there what the shit had done, but he could see the question in his eyes ready to come out, and decided to wait.

"JC? Is he out there?" Lance bit on his lip, the one part of his body that didn't hurt, thank God. He needed to chew on his lower lip, all the time, whenever.

Joey scowled, then eased up a bit. "Yeah. I guess you want to see him, huh?" And he looked at the way Lance's green eyes sparkled at the knowledge that JC was there, and he didn't want to be the one to make things worse right now, so reluctantly, he forced a smile, and touched Lance's shoulder. "I'll go get him."

Lance watched as Joey left the room, and JC entered, and he broke down, lost his composure at the sight of his lover, his life coming into the room.

JC brushed past Joey and hurried to the bed, climbing in and wrapping Lance up in his arms. "It's okay. I'm here."

"I was so scared," Lance sobbed, letting his tears dampen JC's shirt, and he forgot the mean things JC had done on the plane, and the abrupt converstation on the phone, and most of all, the rustling he thought he heard in JC's bed. He just wanted to be held and comforted, and most of all, get to travel on the same bus as JC.

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