Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 19:02:23 GMT
From: Lukas Johnson <sabiasmith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lance's Life Part 3

Lance's Life Part 3
By Lukas Jonathan Johnson

Hey guys!  Thanks for all the comments.  I really appreciate them!  As long
as you keep commenting, I'll keep writing.  I love this series that I am
writing.  It's kinda growing on me.  If you have any questions or comments
about my work drop me a line:  sabiasmith@hotmail.com

Disclaimer:  As much as I wish it were true... this story is a complete work
of fiction and is not intended to imply anything about Lance Bass or anyone
in Nsync.  We don't know if they are gay or not, and it is not up to us to
determine that, so for now... who really cares. I do not know or
represent this group in any means possible, though if they happen to be
reading... :)

Also, if you shouldn't be reading this...don't.  Then again if you shouldn't
be reading this why did you go through all the links to get to this story
anyway?

Scene 3-  Recovering Time

	"911...Reporting homicide victim, male, age 20, possible danger of female
at the site.  All available officers report ASAP."

	"911...Reporting possible homicide victim not responding, no visible
wounds, blood drenching the place, possible multiple gun or knife wounds.
All available ambulance teams report ASAP."

	"911...Reporting unconscious male, age 20, not responding to any sound or
light stimulants.  Blood from mouth and nose came before hitting ground.
Need an available ambulance to...  Need police escort for crowd controls.
ASAP."

***

	The sounds of someone pounding on the door came later in the night while
three warm bodies stirred.  Everyone was stirring.  It had been an eventful
night and the three stayed up wondering what had been going on.  Some in
their cozy beds unaware of what was going on with their dear friend and band
mate.  Others were in the bathroom needing alone time, wondering what was
going on with the rest of the band members.  Reality of the situation will
soon hit them all like a fist in the gut. Then all hell will break loose.

***

	JC lay on the sofa bed frustrated at the night events. He had gone to bed
quite sexually frustrated and it was his own fault! He should have finished
what he had started with Justin, before he came back to bed.  Now, he just
needed to get off. He wore only a pair of blue silk boxers and was way
uncomfortable because his cock was rock hard and he needed a release.  He
couldn't just do it right there.  He needed someone...Justin, to help him
with his release.  It seemed the night would never end. If only he could
sleep, then the night would go much faster, but sleep would not come.
Speaking of "come," JC lay in the bed softly stroking himself thinking of
what would be going on in the next room. Only thoughts of Justin sleeping
with Lance came to mind.

	 He was jealous and wanted to be with Justin.  JC knew that Justin cuddled
in his sleep; he did it all the time with anyone he slept with.  It had
happened to him once and Justin had just laughed it off saying that it had
happened all the time, but JC had actually liked it, and that was one of the
first times that he and Justin had sex.  It was great sex.  They had lasted
all night taking turns giving and receiving.  JC didn't know how experienced
Justin was, but he played like a pro. Each thrust was a pleasurable moment
that nobody had wanted to end.  After the sex, they lay in each other's
arms, Justin wrapping his arms around JC's body and holding on for what
seemed like hours in the night.  JC's hand stopped stroking.

	His imagination could only think of how Lance was sleeping with Justin:
Justin's big, powerful arms wrapped around Lance while sleeping in a spoon
position, each wearing a minimal amount of clothing like they usually did
when they slept. Lance in loose fitting pajama pants that were easily
accessible and Justin in only a pair of boxers.  Justin would then slowly
move his hands down Lance's chest and stomach and to the waistline of his
pants and then beyond...Then Justin would wake up and realize that he had a
boner.  JC imagined for an instance that he was Lance and thought about how
good it would feel if Justin would slowly start to hump him through clothes
hugging him tightly and then rubbing his cock against JC's ass softly at
first, but then harder and faster.  JC could feel Justin's hands all over
his body.  First at his nipples stroking and rubbing them, and then down his
jest to his blue boxers sticking his hands down the material and taking the
treasure inside and stroking it.

	"Oh yeah..." JC said in his thoughts encouraging Justin to go on.

	"Oh Lance," JC heard Justin say.

	JC sat up; he was not going to be able to sleep. Questions kept entering
his mind like:  Why was he always stuck with the straight guys?  He had
always seemed to be stuck with Joey and Chris all the time, the two
straightest guys possible.  Not that JC didn't like them, but he just knew
that he would have better luck with Justin or Lance to get off with then
those two. He didn't think that they knew about the three of them having
different sexualities or experimenting with guys, but who knew?  What
exactly were Justin and Lance really up to and why are they being so
secretive about it?

	He really wanted to know what had happened in the room tonight.  The
screaming and the crashing of stuff were too suspicious.  Something had
happened in there and he needed or wanted to know right away.  JC was
determined to get up and go to the next room to get the "scoop" when he
heard the sound someone pounding on the door and a voice shouting on the
other side to open it loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.

***

	Officer Darren Black heard the radio call and called dispatch.  "I'm about
two blocks away."

	"We do not know if the scene is clear, Officer Black.  The girl who called
is not responding and all we are getting is the voice message of Lukas
Johnson, the young man who is believed to have been killed."

	"Believed?"  Black questioned.

	"We do not know, Officer Black. We did not get enough information, for all
we know the subject is still at large.   Make sure the scene is clear for
the medical team.  We do not want more than two victims!"

	"Roger, that." Black said.  "I'm on my way."

	Darren hated how the department treated him just because he was the
youngest cop. At 22, he was not only young but also very good-looking.
Light hair and eyes made him irresistible not only to the ladies but to the
guys as well.  He liked having a choice in the matter.  Months of training
as a cop had left Darren hard and solid.  He had an impressive body all
around:  cute face, strong hard body, big muscular arms and powerful legs.
He loved to wear tight clothes to show off the muscles in his chest as well
ass his package.  His package was big and tight and stared right into
people's faces when he pulled them over, it was his intimidation.  His only
downfall was that his face often led people to believe that he was a nice
guy.  It was hard to have such a cute face and have people take you
seriously.  He may have a pretty face, but they were not going to mess with
the body.  It was enough to scare anyone...or let him or her do something
daring...to get out of trouble or whatever.

	To him, Darren thought that being a cop was about compromise, he'd fuck a
chick or a frat guy to get them out of a ticket or MIP.  It was all part of
the game of life. Using that power to him was the greatest thing about being
a cop.  He wasn't a crooked cop he did his job and worked the streets, but
he just liked to do favors and have favors done for him just like any other
person.  When there was a sex offer, he rarely refused...he liked sex, only
if it would be worthwhile, of course.  The person had to be sexworthy.

	He remembered an incident where a lady had run a red light at nighttime.
He was going to give her a ticket, but she had heard about him through
friend and took off her shirt in front of him and asked for a favor.  Of
course he didn't refuse and just fucked her on the roadside by her car.  His
most memorable experience was when he pulled over a drunken frat boy who was
speeding.  He pulled him over and the boy just dropped his pants.  It was
probably the hottest experience Darren had ever had. He never followed up on
people; he just liked to fuck them.

	He wasn't a complete asshole. Darren was usually a sensitive guy.  Most
people look at cops the wrong way and think bad things.  Few cops were
crooked and against the people that he knew of and Darren was definitely for
the people!  Only few people know the kinds of things that Darren does and
they usually come back for more, following the law of course.  Some people
would even send others his way, so he was always doing a good deed.

	Darren's mind snapped back to reality when he came to the house.  Two cars
were parked in the driveway, a Mazda and a Blazer.  He pulled up to the
driveway, go out, and pulled out his gun.  He was the first to arrive at the
scene. His heart was pounding; he should have been concentrating on the case
on the way over rather than thinking about sex and tricks.  Now he was going
to be all hot and bothered and not on his toes, which could prove to be
deadly especially in this situation. He peered into the cars and saw nothing
just crumpled up papers and books.  There was not anything to get too
worried about, not a soul even around.

	He looked up the drive and noticed that the pane in the kitchen door was
broken out.  Darren slowly crept up to the door, gun in hand and looked in.
He gasped.  There was blood everywhere, on the counter on the floor, it was
everywhere just a red mess.  He wondered how many people had been
slaughtered in there.  He quickly threw the door open and froze as he stared
at the bodies on the floor below him covered in blood.

***

	Joey was sound asleep, peacefully dreaming about a recent concert.  The
dream was about a concert that they had just been too.  They were still
warming up to the audience.  Everyone was loving them and wanting for them
to go on.  There were others out in the crowd making it hard for everyone to
have fun.  Suddenly everyone was screaming his or her dislike toward Nsync.
It had not been their best concert or turnout, but it was still fun to go
out there.  It was something that Joey had just loved doing.  During the
dream something caused him to wake up and it was a shout had awakened him
sometime during the night. Joey sat up in bed. Chris was lying next to him
sound asleep wearing a pair of ratty sweats and was all snuggled up and
peacefully asleep.  Apparently he hadn't heard the shout that had just woke
Joey up.  He also noticed that JC was not in his bed or anywhere in the
room.  Was the shout from next door?  What was going on?

	"Interesting," he said softly.

	He got out of his warm bed, adjusted his superman pajamas and smoothed back
his red tipped hair and quietly walked to the door.  He cautiously opened
the door to see if there would be anything around that would surprise him.
He looked left and then right, there was nothing out there. Joey then went
next door and put his ear to the door so he could hear.  All he heard was
JC, Justin and Lance talking very loudly.  He couldn't make out the exact
words they were saying, but he knew that there was some bitterness and
sarcasm about something.  JC was saying something about checking up on them.
  Checking up on them?  What?  Joey didn't understand what was going on.

	Joey never understood those three.  JC, Justin and Lance all talked in
riddles and said stuff that he never understood.  It was their own secret
language that no one else knew or understood.  He didn't mind much expect
that he felt left out sometimes. Those three had seemed to be almost
inseparable the last few days.  Something had to be going down for these
three to have a midnight rendezvous without the others. There was definitely
something going on in there tonight and it was definite because of the tones
of the conversation that was going on in the room.

	He hear the door click and quickly ran back to his room and slipped into
bed without realizing that Chris was no longer there. Just as he slipped
into the bed, he heard the door open and JC entered the room.  He walked
over to the bed and stood over him for a second, just starting.  Joey played
his best at being asleep, he didn't know how long it was, but it was a long
time. JC finally went to his own bed, took off his clothes and got in.  Joey
had no idea what that was all about?  Did he just get caught?  Was there
something that he shouldn't have heard that he did?

	All of the questions were pounding in his head for a while, wondering what
he could do and what was going on.  It was only a few minutes later that the
door was being ripped off the hinges and he would get his answers soon.

***

	Katherine didn't know how long she lay on Lukas's body or even realized
that she was.  She just knew that she was a mess.  There was blood all over
her, thank goodness none of it hers. It almost looked as though she were the
one that was killed instead of her friend.  Her face hurt and was swollen
from the minutes that she was crying since she got off the phone.  She felt
kind of weird not knowing whether or not she was lying on her dead friend.
How could anyone hurt Lukas?  How could Robert do something so horrible?
Katherine thought back to the last few days and weeks.  There were no
episodes of any fighting or arguing between the couple.  Robert and Lukas
got along; they were the best of friends and lovers. They had everything
that any straight or gay couple could ever want.  What had happened?  What
had led to this?

	Question after question racked on Katherine's mind.  She could not think
clearly about what had just happened.  She knew thought that she had to stay
calm and keep her thoughts together or else everyone else would think that
she was the crazy one or even the one that had just killed Lukas.  She
laughed at the thought.  How could anyone think that I could kill Lukas?
Katherine looked down at herself covered in blood.  Nobody would think that
she killed Lukas, would they?  After all, she was the one that had called
the police...

	 Just as she was about to get up she heard a voice behind her say,
"Freeze."  It was the cops.  Oh my god, Katherine thought, they are going to
come after me, and I wasn't even the one who did it!

	Katherine jumped up scared to death.  She hadn't expected anyone else to
show up just yet.  The cops and ambulances in this town were always late and
took their time.  They were just not dependable.  How could they be there
this quickly?  She was about to turn around and greet the officer and thank
him for showing up so quickly when she heard him say in a raspy
authoritative voice, "I said freeze and put your hands where I can see
them."

	Katherine slowly raised her hands to the air.  Great, she thought, just
great timing for all this crap to happen now. Now he probably thinks it's
me.  I'm the one covered in all the blood lying on my dead friend.  He
probably thinks that I was making sure that he was dead.

	"Turn around."

	Katherine turned around and looked at the cop straight in the face.  She
was going to let him have it, let him hear every word that was coming to him
because he deserved it for being such an ass.  She couldn't because he was
too gorgeous.  Nice soft and friendly blue eyes and a cute face looked back
at her.  How could this guy be a cop? He was way too cute.  Katherine then
realized how she looked.  Like death herself, blood was dripping all around
her and her hair was a mess.

	"Are you ok?"  He asked.  She noticed that he had a nametag that said
"Black."

	"Yes, Officer Black."  Katherine said.  "I'm the one that called."

	"Dispatch said that no one was answering any calls."  Black said.

	"Oh..." Katherine stopped and laughed without realizing it.  "I broke the
phone."

	Black looked at the phone that lay on the floor on the other side of the
room. It was a goner.  "Well we know why you didn't answer.  They thought
you became a victim too.  Is there anyone else here?"

	"No, just me."

	After searching the house Darren kneeled down in the puddle of blood next
to Lukas and checked to see if he indeed was dead.  He felt a weak pulse and
was surprised.  This boy still had a chance to live.  "I thought you said he
was dead?"

	"He's not dead?" Katherine said surprised. "I don't know about that stuff.
I would've tried saving him!"

	"How did you know to lay him like this?" Darren asked.

	"We took a first aid class once. That's all I remembered.  That was so long
ago." Katherine said.

	Darren looked at all the blood on the counter and on the floor.  He then
noticed the knife that was all bloody and in a corner and Lukas's wrists,
which were cut and mutilated. They were both sliced up to the forearm
cleanly and quickly. The rest of the body was untouched. No gunshot wounds
and no stab wound at all, whatsoever.  There was no murder here.  Darren was
confused.  Did Katherine not realize what was going on here? He looked up at
her looking down at him.  He couldn't believe it.  She really thought that
he had just been murdered. He shook his head to himself and sighed quietly.
It was a matter of minutes before the young man would die.

	"We need an ambulance to the scene, ASAP!"

***

	Chris woke up to a bad dream.  In his dream Nsync had split up and each of
the members had gone his own way.  In the dream there was an argument
between Lance and JC, which was a surprise.  Lance was an easygoing guy and
rarely argued with anyone, if at all.  They got into a heated debate and
Lance left.  Then JC left and the entire group just split because of that
argument.  It was sad to Chris how the media always made "boy bands" look
like they were stupid and talent less and that was true with lots of them.
He knew in his heart that they were really going to make it huge, better
than any other band.  They just needed an in and some goodness and he knew
that it was going to happen.

	Chris realized that neither Joey nor JC were in the room.  He sighed,
probably on a midnight jerk off session in Justin's room.  He had noticed
lately that Justin and Lance seemed to be having secrets between themselves.
They had a lot to share with each other and not a lot to share with the
group. It was just fine with Chris, but he knew that Lance and Justin were
in the room fucking like little rabbits, whether they thought he knew or
not.  Chris wasn't sure if Joey knew about Justin and Lance, but it was all
good.   Let them do what they want if they want sexually kicks like that.
He had just hoped that it wouldn't affect the group in any way. Chris knew
that there were careful and tried to make sure that no body else knew about
it, but it was bound to be let out of the bag sometime.

	He wasn't sure what kind of a role that JC had in all of that.  He knew
that JC sneaked out of the room a lot to go either spy or join the two, but
Chris wasn't too sure about that.  He mostly guessed upon that.  What
confused him now more than anything was what Joey was doing and why was he
gone?  Joey was as straight as an arrow.  He laughed at the idea of Joey
joining Justin and JC on the session.  At times he wondered about Lance, but
usually just shook it off. Yeah Justin and Lance went at it a lot, but were
they gay?  Justin had his share of women and JC as well, but Lance...was he
gay?

	He got up and went into the bathroom and washed his face.  Then he looked
at himself in the mirror.  He liked his new look with his hair cut short and
his little goatee.  He liked the way he looked like that.  He wondered if
anyone would recognize him at all like that. He smiled.  He looked down at
his tattered sweat pants that we wore to bed. Everyone gave him a lot of
crap about them, but he really liked them. They were really comfortable to
sleep in and it was very hard to find comfort anywhere especially when you
were on tour and always on the road. He heard Joey rush into the room and
fly into the bed and a few minutes later he heard the door open again and JC
entered this time.  Chris looked into the crack of the bathroom door
curious.  JC stood at the foot of where Joey was sleeping.  Why was JC
watching Joey?  Before he could make a smart remark, JC stripped down to his
blue boxers and got back into his own bed.

	A few minutes later, there was someone pounding on the door.  Chris walked
out of the bathroom and to the door.  Just as he opened it Justin popped
into the room.

	"Guys! Guys!! Get up! Something's wrong with Lance!!"

	Four members of Nsync flew out of the room in a flash.

***

	Lukas lay in ER totally unaware of what was going on around him.  He lay
bound to the hospital bed both wrists bandaged with white gauze, the room
around him was white and people were running around frantically.

	It was just a normal night in everyone's life...

***

	Katherine sat in the hospital room sad and confused.  She sat clean and
showered in a bed in one of those awful gowns. How could Lukas do this to
himself?  She just found out after she came out of the shower that it was
not a murder attempt by Robert only Lukas committing suicide.  She had
talked to the nurse about what went on during that day.  The nurse was
confused when Katherine was talking about murder, because she had bandaged
the boy's wrists herself.  She told Katherine about it and she had broke
down and was crying frantically.  She was ordered a shot to calm her down
and so now she sat calm and confused.

	Lukas was gone in Intensive Care getting fluids, bandaged,
recuperating...whatever they did in Intensive care.  Katherine had wanted to
go and see him, but the nurse told her that it would not be a good idea at
that time to go and see Lukas. He just didn't look too good at all and it
would make things more difficult on both of them.  Katherine just sat there
and thought.

	Katherine knew that Lukas had just been through a lot. Everything form Mel
and Tom and now to Robert leaving him after a year of being together. She
had known from Robert that it had been one year since Mel's death.  A guy
that had been obsessed with both Lukas and Mel killed her and left her to
die.  Lukas was the only one that had stayed with her and apparently watched
his own best friend die in front of his eyes while everyone else partied on
inside the club.  It was one of the worst things that Katherine had ever
heard of.  Lukas and Mel both had been outcasts, which were fine, but to
just continue partying...

	Katherine was sad to hear this entire story coming from Robert.  Robert and
her had lots of long, good talks about what had happened in the past; Lukas
never really liked to talk about it.  He knew that Robert had told her most
things and it didn't bother him. He thought it was kind of good, because at
least she had a glimpse into his life and he didn't have to talk about it.

	It was also supposed to be the day that Tom was going to be released from
jail.  Robert told her this as well.  Apparently Lukas and Tom had something
going on for a long time.  Lukas was just too scared and ashamed to admit to
anyone that they had been doing sexually things together.  Lukas just wanted
to fit in so he kept his mouth shut.  When it came to Tom hurting Mel, it
all stopped and that was about the time that Lukas's life became more
miserable.  After Mel was killed Tom was sentenced to a jail term that had
been reduced and then parole for good behavior.  It was not the best day for
anyone.

	"Fuck, I guess anything's possible today!"  Katherine sighed.

	The door to her room opened and a nurse came in.

	"Time for your shot."

	Katherine turned around and let the nurse jab the needle in her ass.

	"Get some sleep."

	Katherine lay back into the pillows and slowly fell into a deep sleep.  The
last things he remembered was the nurse taking her temp and writing some
things in her chart before walking out of the room.

	Katherine slept.

***

	The four flew into the room where Lance was in and went to where he lay.
He was unconscious and blood was coming out of his mouth and nose like
Justin said, but there was not a lot of it and there was nothing wrong with
the eyes like Justin kept going on about.

	JC took charge right away.  "Joey, call an ambulance, tell them where we
are.  Send him to St. Luke's, it's the best hospital around here."  Joey ran
back to his room for the phone.

	"Chris, call Dr. Chen and have him meet us at St. Luke's," JC ordered.  "We
want a second opinion just in case of legal matters."  Chris picked up
Justin's cell phone on the bedside and dialed.

	"Justin," JC looked at Justin's face.  "Watch Lance.  I'm going to call our
lawyer just for legal stuff, just because it's us. Everything will be fine.
He's going to be ok." JC looked into Justin's eyes with a look of fear and
care.  Justin knew that it would be ok as long as JC told him it was.

	Justin looked sadly at the body of Lance that lay on the floor.  He was so
worried about his friend and had no idea what to do.  He didn't know CPR or
First Aid; people at the concerts were paid for that stuff.  His friend lay
helpless and hurt because of his ignorance and he had no what to do.

	Joey flew back in an instance and noticed that everyone was busy except for
Justin.  He looked down at Lance's body as thought it was a foreign object,
something he didn't recognize or know.  He had never seen Lance so struck
down and helpless before, it was a different thing for him to see. For a
quick instance, Joey thought that maybe there was a fight and that Justin
had knocked Lance onto the floor, but that thought quickly left his head
when he saw just how sad Justin was about the entire thing.

	Justin knelt down next to Lance and took his hand in his own and squeezed
it hard.  Joey could see tears coming to Justin's eyes.  It was the hardest
thing that Joey had seen in a long time, to see a guy like Justin upset at
the fact his friend is hurt.  It was very emotional. It was strange to see a
guy cry, but when the group is close things sometimes get difficult. Joey
went over toward Justin.

	"They're on their way," he said quietly.

	Justin looked at Joey with sad eyes.  "Joey, I don't know what would happen
if we lost Lance, I don't even know what's wrong with him."

	Joey knelt down beside Justin and gave him a hug.  "Lance will be ok,
everything will be fine."

	Justin let go of Lance's hand and wrapped his arms around his buddy, Joey,
and the tears fell fast from his eyes and down his face.  His arms tightened
as he cried.  Joey did the best he could to console Justin through this.  He
had never seen Justin so upset during their time together.  It was almost a
scary thing for him to see.

	JC came up to them and said.  "I called the lawyers, they will be on their
way to the hospital as well, for legal stuff."

	Justin broke away from Joey ignoring JC, and sat by Lance's head running
his fingers through the fine hair.  Blood was pooling by the young man's
head and matting the hair that lay in it.  Justin didn't seem to mind, he
sat humming softly and slowly, upset at the situation.

	Joey answered JC.  "Why the lawyers?"

	"Do you really have to ask, Joey?"  JC asked. "We have to make sure that
nothing happens to us.  We are famous enough that people might try to hurt
us to make a story and we want Lance safe from all that crap.  Chris is
supposed to talk to Dr. Chen to make sure that Lance will be alright."

	"Got him," Chris called back to them.  "He said he'd be at St. Luke's as
soon as he possibly could."

	"Great," JC said.  "Now we just wait."

	He looked over at Justin sitting quietly next to Lance wondering if
everything would be the same ever again.

***

	Lukas didn't know if he was dreaming or not.  Everything in his mind seemed
foggy and unreal like a dream, but he didn't know whether or not to trust
his instincts or listen to his mind to know what was really going on.  His
mind was playing tricks, but he didn't know how to prove that it was.  Were
the things that he saw reality or were they things that would soon be
reality?  Lukas wished that he could decipher the clues in his dreams, but
he knew that these "dreams" would soon come about into reality as if it were
a psychic dream.

	Lukas was looking into a room.  It looked like a nice hotel room; there was
a king sized bed, a bar, and even a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom.  He
wandered around looking at the room inspecting it for clues as to who was
occupying the room.  Nothing really jumped out as to anyone he knew that was
in the room at all.  Nice clothes in the closet hung neatly and organized by
shirt, pant and sweater; clothes folded nicely in the drawers; and items
neatly placed in the bathroom.  Whoever it was, planned to stay in the room
for a while because suitcases were stored in the closet like they weren't
going to be used for a while.  Besides, nobody could keep a room that clean
and organized and not be staying for a while.  Lukas was curious whose world
he had just stepped into.

	The door flew open.  Two bodies entered the room laughing and talking about
nothing in particular.  Lukas recognized the two guys as Justin and Lance
from Nsync.  He wondered what he was doing in their room.  Whatever the
reason, it seemed that they didn't know Lukas was present in the room with
them.  It was a weird experience being in a room with people and they not
know that you are there.  Justin and Lance went about taking off their
clothes and changing into new ones as though they were the only ones in the
room.  The weird thing was that they were the only ones in the room.  Lukas
didn't know what was going on.  Was this a dream?  Or was he looking into
the past or future?

	The scene quickly changed from Lance and Justin changing clothes to Lance
and Justin in bed.  Apparently the night was over and the two were going to
go to bed.  Lukas didn't understand why the two were sleeping together.
Were they together?  What was going on with this group?  Did the other guys
know about it?  He was distraught.  Why did he even care?  It was only a
dream that he was looking at, right?

	Lukas watched the two guys in bed.  The lights had dimmed and the two lay
in bed talking.  Lukas could not make out any words in the conversation, but
he knew that it was important by the looks on both Justin's and Lance's
faces. Without any warning Justin grabbed Lance and pulled him into a kiss.
It was long and passionate and lustful, clothes quickly got lost and
then...the two disappeared.  Lukas was confused.  What was going on?  Why
was he seeing all of this?

	A light went on in the bathroom.  There was nobody else in the room, why
was the light going on?  Curiosity got the best of Lukas and he walked
toward the light to the bathroom interested in what he would find.  When he
walked into the bathroom there was not a soul in sight.  Nothing in there
showed that a person had even been in there recently, only the sign of the
light being on.  The room was empty not a towel or even a shower curtain
decorated the empty room.  It was like going into a house that nobody lived
in anymore. It was spooky and weird.

	The water in the shower sprayed on without warning making Lukas jump.
There was nobody in the bathroom to turn on the water. It was starting to
get weird.  Steam filled the room making the mirror mist.  Lukas went to the
shower and turned off the water, and then he walked to the mirror.  He
stared at it for the longest time wondering what was going on, and what had
brought him there.  He then wiped the condensation off the mirror and
gasped.

	Lance Bass stared back at him.  His green eyes looked sad and lonely and
his blonde spiked hair was limp and messy looking.  Lance looked like he was
having a rough time with something.  His lips began to move and Lukas tried
to make out what he said.

	"Lukas..." Lukas heard Lance whisper his name.

	It was the first sound that Lukas had heard through this entire dream
sequence.  It was a strange feeling hearing Lance, a total stranger, whisper
his name, almost as though he knew him personally, like a close friend.

	"Lukas, I need you.  Let me find you."

	Lukas strained to listen to Lance's soft voice.  Curious as to why he was
trying to contact him.

	"What do you want?"  Lukas finally asked.

	Lance looked straight into Lukas's dark eyes.  "I want to find you.  Let me
find you and your problems will be solved."

	Lukas laughed.  "Solved, huh?  Glad you can make it all better."

	Lance's eyes turned bright yellow, evil looking.  Lukas jumped fearing that
he had pissed Lance off, and somewhere around him glass broke.  Then Lance's
handsome face started to twist out of shape and blood ran from his nose and
mouth and dripped onto the counter creating a pool.  Lukas stared at the
horror in front of him, shocked at what he saw.

	Then the mirror broke into a thousand pieces and a hand came out grabbing
Lukas's throat...

	Lukas screamed.

	Lukas jumped up in his hospital bed confused at his surroundings.  He was
in a white room with no color to spark his interests at all. It was boring
and dull and Lukas was wondering what he was doing in there. His head hurt,
his face hurt and his wrists...

	He looked at his bandaged wrists and everything came back to him quickly.
Mel, Tom, and Robert...He was depressed.  He had wanted everything to end.
He wondered who had found him and who had brought him to this awful room.
He wanted to get up and walk around, but he was bound to the bed.  The room
itself seemed child proof.  The chairs were bolted to the floor and all
closets and drawers were locked.  Even the bathroom door had a lock on it.
It was a very strange room as though it were meant for him not to get hurt.
The bed was even made of plastic with no sharp edges.  Apparently the
doctors didn't want Lukas to try again at any cost.

	Tears came to Lukas's eyes.  He didn't really want to kill himself. He just
wanted to know why his life was so crappy and wanted the pain to stop.  Why
had he had so much bad luck in his life?  Why couldn't he have a normal
life?  Was it because he was gay?  Lukas had a feeling because he was gay,
his life was slowly going to come to an end.  Thoughts of his friend Mel
came to his mind and tears ran down his face.

	"Mel, where are you?" he said aloud.

	"She's gone Lukas."

	The voice came out of nowhere scaring Lukas.

	"Who's there." He called out.

	"It's me, Lukas."

	Lukas looked up.  It was Katherine.  She looked like crap. She was wearing
a hospital gown and looked as though she had been crying for a long time.
Her eyes were swollen and her hair messed up.  She usually presented herself
really good and hardly ever looked bad.  This was a surprise to Lukas.

	"What happened to you?" Lukas asked.

	"You."

	"What?"  Lukas was confused.

	"I came to your house to look for you, Lukas and I found you." Katherine
talked softly.  "I thought you were dead.  It was scary, Lukas.  I didn't
know what to do.  You looked awful and I didn't' know what to do. I didn't
know."

	"Don't worry, Katherine."  Lukas said softly. "I'm here now.  How bad do I
look?  I feel like shit."

	Katherine laughed quietly.  "Surprisingly good."

	"Why all the bandages and bondage?"  Lukas asked.

	"You broke your nose and cut your lip when you fell."  Katherine said.  "I
guess they don't want you trying to hurt yourself again, so they strapped
you down and put you in the "recovery" room."

	"Great.  How long before I get better and get the straps off?"

	"Hmmm.  Doctors say you will leave here pretty soon, but I think they want
you to see a counselor."  Katherine said.  "In fact, I think that you have
to see a counselor.  I was talking to the cops and they said that attempted
suicide could be classified as attempted murder in the state of Idaho.  So,
if you don't go to counseling you could go to jail."

	"Great."  Lukas said.  "Who knows?  Maybe it'll help me."

	"You were screaming before you woke up.  What were you dreaming?"

	Lukas thought for a moment. "Before I tell you that, untie the straps so I
can sit up and chat with you."

	Katherine untied the straps while Lukas talked.  "It was the weirdest
thing.  You know who Nsync is, right?"

	"Yeah, that boy band." Katherine said knowingly.

	"Well, the dream was about me watching Nsync."  Lukas sat up.

	Katherine laughed.  "Pervert."

	"No," Lukas said with a smile. "Not like that.  I was like watching a day
in the life of."

	Katherine smiled waiting for him to go on.

	"This is what happened..."

***

	Lance opened his eyes.  He lay in a hospital bed.  He was hooked up to a
machine that was monitoring his heart and an IV.  He sat up looking at his
surroundings.  It was a single, private room with only one bed and some
machines.  There was a bathroom in one corner and Justin lay on a chair in
another corner.  Lance smiled. He wondered how long Justin had been sitting
in the room.  He looked really cute sleeping.  He had his legs hugged up to
his chest and looked peaceful and innocent.  His hair was a little messy and
he had changed into a pair of loose fitting Calvin Klein's and a wife beater
shirt.  Lance could see the tight muscles of Justin's arms hugging his legs
and felt turned on.  He wanted to take Justin up on his offer and see what
it would be like to have sex with one of the hottest boy band members.

	Lance sighed.  He thought about what had brought him to the hospital.  The
last thing that he remembered was arguing with Justin about JC and
then...what?  He couldn't remember what had happened to him.  Lance thought
that he felt all right.  He didn't hurt anywhere.  He was just there.  It
was a strange feeling.  He just knew that it had something to do with the
guy he kept seeing in his dreams and everywhere else.

	Outside the window it had rained a little bit, cooling the air some.  It
was a nice morning and the sun was beginning to rise out of the sky.  The
hospital looked almost peaceful and quiet.  The rays of the sun caught the
name of the hospital:  St. Luke's.  Lance heart raced.

	He didn't understand.  Why was he getting emotional over the name of the
hospital?  Lance's breathing grew heaving and fast, he started
hyperventilating, not getting enough air.  The machine that he was hooked up
to started beeping loudly.

	"What's going on?" Lance thought to himself.

	The loud noise woke Justin up from his little nap.  He jumped out from the
chair and flew to where Lance lay.  Just as he got there the beeping stopped
and Lance began to breathe normally again.

	"What's the matter, Lance?"  Justin asked.  "You are scaring me man."

	"I'm fine, Just."  Lance said.  "I just forgot where I was for a sec."

	Justin breathed a sigh of relief.  "Thank god you're ok.  You scared the
shit out of everyone.  They don't even know what happened to you. Do you
remember anything?"

	"The last thing I remember is you and I arguing."  Lance said slowly. "I
don't know what happened after that."

	"You began to bleed out of your nose and mouth and then your eyes were
doing some weird fucked up shit.  They changed colors and started glowing."
Justin shuddered remembering what had happened.  "Doctors don't know why you
started bleeding. They said that you are ok and that nothing was the matter.
  I have a feeling that weird shit is going down."

	"Remember how I was telling you about that guy, that I had a dream about?"
Lance asked.

	"Yeah."

	"His name is Luke...Lukas I think."  Lance said.

	"How do you know?"  Justin asked with obvious interest in his eyes.

	"I saw the name of the hospital and it came to me."

	"Is that why you started getting all weird?  Is it this guy you keep
seeing?"  Justin was intrigued.

	"I think so, Just."  Lance said.  "I think that he's trying to send a
message to me.  I don't know what he wants or what he is doing, but it seems
that I am some kind of link to something."

	"That is so weird, Lance."  Justin looked at him.  "What are you going to
do?"

	"I am going to find him, Justin." Lance was determined. "I am going to find
him and see why he's been trying to contact me."

	"Sounds like an idea." Justin said.  "I have one question for you."

	"Shoot."

	"That night that you were looking at the stars.  What exactly did you
wish?"

	"I wanted to find the love of my life."  Lance said.  "Someone that I could
be with forever."

	"Maybe you are getting your wish." Justin said.  "Maybe that's why you keep
getting these signals.  Maybe Lukas is the one for you."

	Lance sat and thought about what Justin had just said. It made a lot of
sense to him.  Maybe that is why he kept seeing the guy everywhere he went.
"That's sounds like what's going on."

	"I'll help you, Lance." Justin said.  "That's what I'm here for."

	Justin sat on the side of Lance's bed and took his hand in his.  He rubbed
his thumb on Lance's hand feeling the heat and friction.  Lance looked into
Justin's eyes and could see just how much he cared about him.  Justin leaned
in and kissed Lance on the lips.  It was a quick kiss, but it was punched
with a lot of feeling and emotion. Lance knew exactly how Justin felt about
him. He would do anything for him because they were great friends.

	"Thanks Justin for everything. When do I get out of here?"

	"Today, if Dr. Chen could pull some strings."

	Lance was surprised.  Dr. Chen was their personal doctor that they called
up when anything happened. "Dr. Chen is here?"

	Justin laughed. "No, he's gone now. He came over to check up on you. He
said that you were just fine, but probably needed rest. We've been really
busy and you are on a high stress level.  That's what he thinks anyway."

	Lance smiled. "I have an idea on how to find Lukas."

	Justin was surprised.  "Oh?"

	"I am going to start my own agency.  I am going to find an excuse to make
Lukas famous."

	"Sounds good, Lance."  Justin was happy that Lance was excited about
something. He just hoped that he wasn't getting way over his head.

	"I am going to find him as soon as I can.  Maybe all of these dreams will
stop when I find him."

	Justin smiled.  He knew that Lance was himself and that everything was
going to be just fine.

***

	JC looked into Lance's room through the small window on the door. Just as
he looked in he saw Justin lean down and kiss Lance right on the lips and
was holding his hand.   JC was surprised.  He wondered what was going on
between the two of them.  They looked like they were plotting something big.
  He had a strange feeling come over him.  It was almost like jealousy. Was
he jealous that Justin was moving in on Lance?  He and Justin had shared a
lot and he wondered if that was going to come to an end soon.  He needed to
do something so JC walked into the room.  Just as he walked in, Justin's
hand quickly disappeared from sight.

	JC walked to the bed and gave Lance a hug. "How are you doing, buddy?"

	"Just great." Lance said. "When do I leave?"

	"As soon as the doctor comes back," JC said.  "He's talking to Chris and
Joey now.  He told us that you needed to rest and relax a lot.  Keep the
stress level down."

	Lance smiled.  He had big plans and knew that everything was going to be
just fine.

***

	"That is some weird shit, Lukas."  Katherine said.  "Maybe it's a sign.
Maybe he's supposed to be like your soul mate or something.  That's just
freaky. Or maybe you are just under a lot of stress and that you dreamed
something weird because of the meds."

	Lukas smiled.  "Maybe it is my sign. The night I met Robert, I wished that
I would find the guy of my dreams. The guy I would spend my entire life
with.  I thought that Robert was that guy."  Lukas face grew solemn.  "Now I
know its not, maybe Lance..."

	"So what do you think he meant when he said that he wanted to find you and
solve your problems?"  Katherine asked.  "It must be a good thing, because
when you laughed, you just pissed him off."

	"Maybe after he finds me, I'll be ok."  Lukas said. "Maybe I'll be well and
forget all my stuff ever happened."

	It was Katherine's turn to smile. "Well, if you hook up with this guy, I
want to meet Justin Timberlake."

	"Deal."  Lukas said.  "Though, by the looks of it, Justin is already
taken."

	Katherine laughed.  "Well then, I guess you are going to have some
competition."

	From that moment on, Lukas knew that everything was going to be just fine.


To be continued...

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