Title : Till Death Do Us Part Part : 3 Rating : PG Hosted at : http://www.superlative.ca/daydream, www.fanfiction.net Feedback : nina@superlative.ca Note: **=italics
Disclaimer : I don't know *NSYNC or anyone who does. I do not assume to know anything about their lives or sexuality. They are real people, with real lives, I just like to play with them once in a while.
Part 4
When Lance woke up he crept slowly to the door to Justin's bedroom, he was sprawled on his back, one arm hanging off the bed, breathing deeply. After assuring himself that Justin was safe and sound he left for his morning run, happy to have some time to himself outside the house.
When Justin woke up he was cold and covered in sweat, his head pounded like a jack hammer was going off inside of it.
"Lance," he called, his voice sounding shakey enough to scare himself, "Lance!" He didn't like the fear that had crept into his voice at all. Well where the fuck was Lance anyway? Justin heard the front door open and close, "Lance?!" He cried, angry and scared and shit what was he doing?
Lance appeared in the door way, his shirt soaked through with sweat, panting, "Justin, what is it? What's wrong?"
"Where the hell were you damn it?" Justin questioned.
"What's wrong with you? Do you need something?"
Justin sighed, "the pills in the bathroom, the ones in the red bottle and some water." After Justin had sallowed the pills and his breathing had returned to normal, he questioned Lance again, "where were you?" He asked, his voice low and even.
"Running, I run every morning."
"I need you here when I wake up, this happens often. It'll be much better if your here then me having to drag myself across the room."
Lance nodded, "alright Justin, I'll be here when you wake up from now on, I'm sorry."
"I was scared..." Justin sighed.
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that you changed your mind and left because of the way I acted last night." Justin looked down at his lap.
"I won't leave, I promise, but you could at least try to be nice, we're in this together now."
Justin smiled, something Lance could used to seeing, "together...thank you Lance. It's been so long since someone even tried to help me," Justin sighed, "thank you."
"No problem. Are you hungery?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well I'm gonna shower and I'll met you downstairs, okay?"
Justin smiled again, "okay."
Lance ran his hands through his hair as he walked up the stairs to his room. He'd just dropped Justin off a chemo appointment and what he had seen of it hadn't been nice. They laid him down on this hard, sterile bed and stick in IV in him that dripped the drugs into his system. Justin had been alert for the first half-hour or so, but had slowly faded out until he was snoreing softly. The doctors had told Lance to go home and rest, he would sleep for hours and they'd both need their strength when he woke up. They had warned Lance that Justin could be violently ill for the next few days, he'd need constant help and support.
When Lance opened his door, he stopped, shock written plainly across his face. In the middle of the room facing the window was a tredmill with a red bow around it, a card propped up against it. Lance reached the for card and opened it:
Lance,
I'm sorry for the way I've acted towards you. Now you can run in the mornings.
Your friend,
Justin
Well, that was something, wasn't it?