Date: Thu, 24 May 2001 20:13:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Sacrifices V

Small Sacrifices

Disclaimer: Completely fictitious.

Rating: NC-17 for content, including violence.

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aware that this story will contain violence.

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Small Sacrifices V


The hallway backstage was so dark. It literally breathed sinister,
beckoning JC to move forward. Daring him to take the next step towards a
path he couldn't see the light at the end.  His hands continued to tremble
as he held onto the cold gun walking down the lonely pathway at an
excruciatingly slow pace.

He could hear the faint memories echoing past the hallway.  Not too long
ago, they had performed here.  Not too long ago, Justin had playfully
sprayed him with his water gun. Not too long ago, he had chased Justin down
that same lonely path.  Not too long ago, he had tackled down his then
16-year-old best friend, and accidentally placed his hands on places where
they shouldn't be.  Not too long ago, Justin had pushed him away and wept
in the dressing room.  Not too long ago, JC had begged Justin to tell him
why he was crying so much.  Not too long ago, Justin had revealed to JC
that Lou Pearlman had touched him.  The bastard, who had posed as their
father figure, had pinned him against the wall and groped him mercilessly
as he screamed in pain.  Not too long ago, JC had asked Justin why?  Why
didn't he tell anyone?  Why didn't he report Lou?  And not too long ago,
Justin had explained to him that if he did, "mom would go bolistic and take
me away, away from you".

He could turn around any time now. He didn't have to go through this.  JC
kept telling himself.  There was still time.  The first act had two more
songs to perform to. Whether or not he was consciously aware of it or not,
but his feet led him directly to his dressing room.  There was still time.
He sighed deeply, stepping inside.  A smile graced his face as he read
Justin's lovely scrawl on the mirror.  "I'm so proud of you.  I love you,
Josh, always and forever.  Peace and hair grease, from you know who." Three
scented cards- cards scented with Justin's Abercrombie and Fitch Woods
cologne- each with a sloppy drawing of the two love birds, holding hands,
kissing, or in bed.  JC had to laugh a little at Justin's childish ways of
showing him how much he loved him.  God. He'd go nuts if he couldn't lick
the ice cream off the bridge of Justin's nose.  The smile faded from his
face as he returned the cards back on the table.  He couldn't sacrifice
Justin for his career.  There would be another opportunity, but Justin
would not be given another opportunity if he didn't show up in front of the
warehouse on Waterloo Lane $1,000,000.

The decision had been made.  He stopped in front of the door.  He pressed
his ear next to the wooden door.  He could hear them talking inside.  They
were counting the money collected from tonight's gala.  Nine hundred
thousands and fifty dollars and still counting.  There must be at least a
million if not more inside that room.  Without knocking, JC entered the
room, drawing up his gun.

"Give me the money?" He demanded of the two frightful women on the floor.

"Aren't you JC Chasez?" A woman recognized his famous face from a magazine
she had kept in her drawers to remind her of the glory 'Nsync days.

"Give me the money?" He repeated.

"No!" The other woman spoke, valiantly, grabbing onto the bag of money.
"This is for Breast Cancer research and I'm not letting you take the
money."

"Give me the money, bitch!"

JC reached for the woman's hair when suddenly the door swung opened.  Just
great.  It was Lance.  He would never be able to get out with the money and
get to Waterloo Lane in twenty-five minutes.

"What's going on, JC?"  Lance questioned his friend, staring intensely into
JC's baby blues.  "What are you doing here?"

JC ignored Lance's onslaught of questions.  He simply turned back his
attention toward the woman with the bag of money.  He grabbed the bag, but
the woman continued to be persistent.  She clung onto the bag tighter.  JC
looked into her tear-filled eyes.  His heart broke.  She must have lost
someone she loved to breast cancer.  Or perhaps, she, was fighting the
disease herself.

"Give me the bag. I don't want to hurt you." JC lowered his voice.

"I can't.  This is much needed money."

"Give it to me!" JC yelled.

He fired his gun up at the ceiling to threaten the woman.  She coiled
underneath the table, releasing her grip on the bag.  JC quickly grabbed
the bag and ran for the door when Lance gallantly blocked his path.

"Get out of the way, Lance!" JC raised his gun.

"No. I won't let you do whatever you planned to do." Lance was adamant with
this.  He continued to stand his ground, planting his feet firmly on the
ground.  "This is wrong."

"The fuck with morals.  I'm taking this money whether you like it or
not. And if you don't step aside, I'll fuckin' blow your brains out,
Lance." JC warned.

"Do it.  JC, kill me."

JC glared into Lance's jaded eyes.  He loved Lance, but don't ever think he
wouldn't kill Lance to save Justin.  He would do it.  He would. He raised
his gun and pointed toward Lance's forward.  He pulled back the trigger,
ready to fire, when Joey stepped into the picture.  Shit!

"NO!!!" He cried out, pushing Lance to the side.

The shot barely missed him.  Thank goodness.  There was no denying his love
for Justin, but he couldn't kill his friend. He just couldn't.

"You could've gotten yourself killed." JC cried out.

"Then so be it.  So long as Lance isn't hurt." Joey said, gazing into
Lance's jaded eyes.

That look.  He knew that look so well.  That was the same look he wore in
his eyes when he looked at Justin.  When he looked into Justin's dark blue
orbs.  And he wanted that look, again. To experience that look of love.  To
see heaven in the eyes of your lover.

"Shit. You two are together."

"Yes."  Lance answered for the both of them.

"We've been together for a two months now." Joey added.

"Then, Joey, do you love Lance?" JC posed the question.

"Yes." Joey answered, sincerely.  "I have never been more sure of anything
in my life.  I love Lance."

"And I love Justin." JC responded.  "Let me out of here and I just might
return to congratulate you guys on your wedding day."

"What's going on, JC?" Joey asked his friend, concern evident on his face.

"I can't tell you.  Just let me go.  Please." JC dropped to his knees,
begging for Joey's mercy.  "I have to go.  I'm running out of time.
Justin's running out of time."

"Justin." Lance gulped.

"Where's Justin?"

JC shook his head. He couldn't tell them. If he did, they would only insist
on coming with him and he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let them
come with him.  Justin would definitely be dead if they came along.

"JC! Where's Justin?" Joey was so resolute. He posed the question a second
time.  "JC!"

"Justin's..." JC began to say when at the corner of his eyes, Dani's
pregnant figure stepped into view.  Without wasting a second longer, JC
pushed both Joey and Lance to grab hold of the frightened Dani.

"Don't come near me!  Or I'll shoot Dani." JC warned.

"JC, don't do anything stupid!" Joey said, pushing Lance behind him as they
both stepped backward.

"I'm sorry, Dani." JC whispered as he pulled her away into the hallway,
using her body as a shield against the world around him.

"JC, what's going on?" Dani managed to say while holding onto her stomach.
"Why are you doing this?"

JC refused to hear Dani's pleading voice.  He would not allow her to make
him weak.  He would not allow her to make him change his decisions.  Only
Justin had that innate power to make a man weak.  No one else mattered.
Whatever she was saying, JC was deaf to.  However, not all his senses were
impaired. He was still able to discriminate Chris' sprinting figure
speeding towards him.  As Chris approached him, JC placed his hand on the
back of Dani's back and gently pushed her into Chris' fury path.  Their
brief collision was enough to allow JC a successful escape as he leaped out
of back door.

"Dani, are you okay, hon?" Chris enveloped his arms around his pregnant
wife as she wept against his chest.  "Bastard." Chris muttered under his
breath.

Lance and Joey joined the couple in the hallway, each scratching their
heads as they try to piece together the insanity of what they called their
friend.  After much comforting, Dani eventually calmed down and was led
back to the theatre by Chris.  Chris helped Dani into her seat before
returning to his friends backstage.

"What the hell happened?" Chris demanded to know. "He was a madman.  What's
going on?"

"Chris, I think Justin's in trouble." Joey relayed what little he knew.

"Oh my God." Suddenly, the anger dissipated, only to be replaced with fear.

"Who else could make JC this desperate that he must steal from a charity
event." Joey said.

"He robbed the..." Chris was at a lost for words.  "Justin. Poor thing.
Why didn't you guys go with him?!"  Chris lunged at Joey, pulling his shirt
collar.

"It's not Joey's fault!" Lance cried out, prying Chris off of Joey.  "JC
didn't want us to come along.  I think we should go back to JC's hotel room
and try to figure where's he taking the money to."

Chris reluctantly agreed.  He ran his hands over his face, wiping the sweat
off his forehead.

"Let's go." He said, leading the pack through the back door.



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