Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2001 13:41:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Robin <nsajscgirl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 7, Prisoner of Love, Boybands, Celebrity, Gay

Disclaimer: I do not know *N Sync or their sexual preferences.  This is a
story...a piece of fiction, not a word of it's real.  If you are underage
or you don't like stories with male/male relationships, please leave.

Hi y'all.  Thank you to everyone who's given feedback on the story.  I
haven't been able to reply to all of the feedback, but I will, I promise.
:) School and work are just not playing fair this semester.  Let me know
what y'all think!  nsajscgirl@yahoo.com If you want to read the chapter in
the proper format, it's up on my site.  http://www.angelfire.com/
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*****
Prisoner of Love
Chapter 7

	"OH MY GOD...JUSTIN!!  OVER HERE, OVER HERE!"
	"COME ON, POSE FOR THE CAMERAS, JUSTIN!  BRITNEY!  LOOK OVER HERE!"
	"JUSIN!  JUSTIN!  CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH!?  PLEASE, JUSTIN!"
	"GIVE US A GOOD SHOT!  TIMBERLAKE, LOOK OVER THIS WAY!"
	The screeches of fans and the cajoling shouts of the paparazzi that lined the red
carpet all vied for Justin's attention.  His solo career was going
well...very well.  He smiled his patented million-dollar smile that made
the girls scream and posed for the cameras, his mind actually a hundred
miles away in a little cabin by the swamps of northern Florida.  News of
JC's escape was everywhere and Justin couldn't breathe fast enough to take
it all in.  He was terrified for his best friend.  He couldn't have contact
with JC; he was going crazy inside, not knowing whether or not Josh made it
to the cabin safe and sound or if he was being chased by the police.
Justin snapped out of his thoughts as another flash went off near his face,
causing stars to float in front of his eyes.  As he and Britney strolled
down the carpet, he plastered the smile on his face and chatted pleasantly
with other famous stars that were attending the charity benefit.
	"JUSTIN!?  MR. TIMBERLAKE?!  BRITNEY?!  CAN WE HAVE A WORD WITH
YOU?!" a nearby reporter shouted.  Her press pass swung wildly around her
neck as she waved her microphone at them.  The emblem on her mike declared
that she was from Entertainment Tonight and Justin moved towards her,
knowing that she would probably bring up questions concerning JC.  He and
Josh had spent several hours on what he was going to say to the police and
the statement he was going to make to the public about Josh's escape and
Justin figured the faster he got it out, the less people would bug him
about it.  His manager had already sent written statements to dozens of
newspapers and magazines, but Justin realized that he had to say it
publicly if only for the believability factor.
	"Thank you for taking the time to come and talk to us," the
reporter quickly said with an entirely fake smile, turning to her cameraman
and nodding.  Britney looked at Justin oddly for a second until he shot her
a reassuring smile.  They had grown even closer since JC's incarceration
and Justin didn't think he could have gotten through the period just after
JC had been sent to prison if she hadn't been there to lean on.  She had no
idea what Justin's involvement was in JC's escape. Justin completely
intended on keeping it that way until everything blew over and Josh proved
his innocence.  Justin had utter and complete faith in JC when it came to
the older man's innocence and he didn't think it would take *too* long.  As
they waited for the reporter to begin her questions, Justin's assistant
tugged at his sleeve.  He pulled his arm away without bothering to look at
her just as the cameraman nodded back.  The reporter faced Justin and
Britney; this time her smile was a little too real.
	"Hi, there!  I'm Cindy Garbe from Entertainment Tonight at the AIDS
Foundation Benefit.  Standing next to me, as if you don't know these
beautiful people, are Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears."  She gave a
little false laugh that Britney echoed and Justin almost couldn't stop the
smirk that crossed his face.  "How are you doing tonight?"
	"Good, thank you."
	"Good," Britney said quickly as the mike was thrust in her face.
	"That's great.  Now, you've both been pretty active with the AIDS
Foundation recently, right?"
	"Yes.  It's an important thing to us to be involved with charities
and groups that help others.  We were both blessed with our talent and we
both feel that it's our responsibility to give back to those that are less
fortunate," Justin replied from memory.  He just wished she would get to
what she really wanted to ask.  After about five minutes of useless
teenybopper article fodder, she finally got to the point.
	"Now, I've got to ask you about Mr. Chasez.  I hope that's
alright."  She smiled sympathetically and Justin nodded, his gaze serious.
"I'm sure you've heard about Joshua Chasez's escape from prison.  A
statement was released earlier today on your behalf that stated that while
Mr. Chasez will always remain one of your closest friends, you can't
support his decision to escape from prison."  Justin nodded and opened his
mouth to reiterate his statement, but was cut off by the reporter as she
continued.  "Are you aware that there is more late breaking news about
Mr. Chasez's escape?" she asked.
	"More news?" Justin repeated as dread curled in his stomach.  They
must have captured Josh.  He couldn't believe it.  /'Josh couldn't have
been caught'/, he told himself.  Justin could've sworn that the reporter's
ears perked forward at his confusion.  Justin's assistant tugged at his
sleeve once again, but ignored her as he stared down at the reporter.
	"Yes, apparently after Mr. Chasez escaped from prison, he kidnapped
Lance Bass, another ex-band mate of yours."  Justin could feel his face
turning pale and he stared at her before glancing at Britney helplessly.
Britney shrugged at him in confusion and surprise.  Justin had to make a
conscious effort to put himself under control.  He erased the shocked
expression off of his face and looked back at the reporter.
	"No, I wasn't aware of that."  He turned and pinned his assistant
with questioning eyes.  She shrugged in apology.  Evidently that was the
reason she had been tugging on his jacket.
	"Yes, well, what do you make of this new turn of events?"  Justin's
mind burned with thousands of questions, the least of which being if JC had
gone absolutely crazy.
	"No comment," Justin muttered as he looked at Britney again.  He
jerked his head towards the exit in a silent message to his long-time
girlfriend.  She nodded slightly, her eyes full of understanding.  "We have
to go now.  Sorry."  The couple simultaneously turned away from the
reporter and left the red carpet area quickly, their assistants and
bodyguards all in tow.
	Cindy Garbe watched the couple leave quickly, her eyes alight with
curiosity.  Everyone, the reporters and the fans, had noticed their abrupt
departure.  The rumors starting flying, the most prevalent one being that
Justin and Britney were in the middle of a lover's quarrel.  That rumor was
quickly dispelled when Entertainment Tonight ran the segment of Justin and
Britney's interview at the benefit.  The fans saw a young man who was
surprised and confused at the new turn of events, a man who was worried
about one of his best friends. The police, on the other hand, saw a young
man who knew more about the entire situation than he let on.

*****

	"Chris!!"
	"J...Justin?  Is that you?"
	"Yes, man!  Who do you think it is?!"
	"Hell if I know!  Give me a minute and I'll open the door!" Chris
shouted sleepily through his apartment door.  His alarm clock had read 1:23
a.m. when the pounding started on his door.  As he pulled the chain off the
door, Justin burst through, causing Chris to stumble slightly before he
righted himself and glared at the younger man's back.  "What the hell's
your problem?"
	"Did you hear about JC?" Justin asked as he whirled around to face
Chris.  Chris nodded.
	"Yeah, yeah, I did.  The police came by here around four-thirty,
asked a couple of questions, and left.  It's wild, right?  I just hope JC's
okay...that he doesn't get hurt."
	"Did you hear `bout Lance, too?"
	"Lance?  No, what happened to him?" Chris asked, not entirely
concerned about Lance's well-being.  After what Lance did to JC, Chris
could care less about the son of a bitch.
	"JC kidnapped him," Justin stated.  He crossed his arms and stared
at his older friend as he waited for Chris's reaction.
	"He *what*?!  You're kidding, right?" Chris said, his eyes wide in
disbelief.  Justin shook his head and Chris started laughing.
	"What the hell are you laughing about?  This isn't funny!"
	"S...sorry, it's just that at least now JC can kick some sense into
Lance's ass."  Justin stared at Chris for a moment before frowning at the
ground.
	"Dammit, I shouldn't have given those directions to Josh," he
muttered softly.
	"What'd you just say?" Chris asked sharply, unsure if he'd heard
Justin correctly or not.  "You gave JC directions?!  What kind of
directions and how'd you give them to him?"
	"Nothing...never mind.  I'm gonna go..." Chris grabbed Justin's arm
as he headed for the door.
	"The hell you are!  You didn't have anything to do with his
escape...did you?"  Justin didn't reply; his silence was his answer.
"JUSTIN!  What the fuck?  What possessed you to actually think that helping
JC escape from prison was a good idea?"  Chris demanded with his arms
crossed in front of him as he glared at Justin.
	"I...I don't know!  Okay?  I don't know!  JC told me that he wanted
to escape to prove his innocence and...and I just couldn't let him try to
escape without helping him.  I know he can do it, Chris.  I know he can."
"How the hell's he supposed to convince people he's not guilty when he's on
the run from the police?  Especially after he just kidnapped Lance!"
	"Goddammit, Chris!  I don't know!" Justin shouted as he pulled at
his curls in frustration.  "Kidnapping Lance definitely wasn't a part of
the plan.  I don't know what the hell Josh was thinking.  He told me that
he just wanted to talk to Lance...he never said anything about kidnapping
him!"
	"Okay, okay!  Calm down.  Dammit, Justin!"
	"Chris, what's going on?" A new voice entered the conversation.
Chris stiffened and looked down the hallway towards his bedroom.
	"Nothing, Dani.  Don't worry, it's just Justin havin' some girl
problems.  We'll try to be quieter, sweetheart," Chris said as he grabbed
Justin's arm and pulled him into the kitchen.  He sat the younger man down
and opened the fridge.  Chris pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to
Justin before sitting down across from him.
	"Thanks," Justin said softly as he twisted off the cap.  Chris
nodded.
	"So you know where they are?" Chris questioned.  Justin debated
whether or not he should tell Chris what he knew.
	"Yes. Or where they are supposed to be, anyway.  We can't turn them
in, Chris.  I promised JC that I wouldn't say *anything* to the police
about where he was."  Chris frowned at him, trying to understand Justin's
position.
	"Lance could be in danger.  What if JC..." Justin scoffed.
	"Josh would *never* hurt Lance.  I know that and you know that."
Chris nodded reluctantly as he drummed his fingers on the table.
	"I know, I know.  Do you really think JC can prove his innocence?"
Justin frowned down at the table.
	"Yes," he said softly.  He looked back up at Chris, his eyes
burning with hope and faith in JC.  "Josh didn't do it, Chris.  I'm one
hundred percent sure that Josh didn't do it and I'm willing to stand by him
until he proves to the world that he didn't."  He paused for a second, deep
in thought.  "Maybe it's a good thing that Lance is with him.  Josh talked
almost constantly about Lance when he was planning the whole escape...I
think it's really important to him to prove his innocence to Lance."
	"Is there any way we can get in contact with them?"
	"Besides going out to the place, no.  JC didn't want me to have any
contact with him; he was worried about getting me in trouble."
	"Well, at least he's not as stupid as I was beginning to believe,"
Chris said.  Justin opened his mouth to protest, but Chris waved him off.
"Do you think we could hire someone to go to them and make sure they're
alright?"  Justin shook his head and frowned.
	"I don't know, Chris..."
	"We have to at least make sure they are okay, Justin.  I know
you're worried about them.  Wouldn't it help ease your mind a little?"
Justin nodded.
	"Yeah, but I told Josh..."
	"Justin," Chris warned, his little bit of patience wearing thin.
	"Okay, okay.  Yeah, I want to know if they're okay."  Chris nodded
in satisfaction.
	"K, I'll start looking for someone tomorrow.  Do you want to crash
here tonight?"  Now that Chris had something to keep his mind occupied and
off of JC and Lance's well- being, he was ready for bed.
	"No, Britney might wake up and wonder where I am.  I gotta go.
Listen, Chris, thanks for not totally freaking out on me," Justin said, as
he got up from the table.  Chris followed him to the door and opened it for
him.  Justin turned to look down at his friend.  "Do you think we should
tell Joe?"
	"If he asks you if you know where JC and Lance are, don't lie to
him.  You know he'll freak, but we can't *not* tell him," Chris said simply
with a shrug. "I still can't believe JC did this."  Chris shook his head in
disbelief as he pulled Justin into a hug.
	"He shouldn't have been there in the first place," Justin declared
before he pulled away from the older man.  Chris nodded sadly and watched
Justin walk down the empty hallway.  He closed the door as quietly as
possible and hurried back to the warmth of his bed and his girlfriend's
arms.

*****

	Lance was warm and comfortable and he never wanted to move.  His
eyes fluttered open reluctantly and he studied the ceiling in confusion.
The sun was barely up yet, as was evident by the soft glow that filled the
room, casting a faint yellowish sheen across the bed.  Lance tugged the
feather comforter up to his chin and allowed his eyes to slide shut.
Images flashed past the dark screen of his closed eyelids and JC was in
every single one of them.  /`I can't get away from the damn man even in my
sleep,'/ he thought with a frown.  But amazingly enough, his sleep had been
incredibly peaceful and he couldn't remember having his nightmare last
night, which was a little odd to him.
	Eventually, more images and memories of yesterday began to slip
into his mind, fighting against the sleep the clung stubbornly to his
brain.  The soft sounds of someone snoring captured his attention; his eyes
snapped open and he quickly pushed himself up on his elbows.  The room was
completely unfamiliar and he surveyed it in silence as he pushed himself up
on his elbows.  Lance knew without looking at the sleeping man beside him
that it was JC.  He slowly turned his head to watch JC sleep.  The older
man's mouth was slightly open as he snored gently, his forehead creased
with frown lines.
	He pulled his gaze away from JC to look around the room.  His eyes
trailed around the room, taking in the expensive furniture and curtains,
the closet door and the bathroom door, both closed.  Near the bathroom
door, both his and JC's clothes were piled together.  Lance's suit and JC's
T-shirt and blue jeans made for an odd combination; Lance thought idly that
it seemed as though they were thrown there while two people were making
love.  That thought made him blush slightly and he berated himself for even
thinking about such a thing with JC in mind.  Lance stared at the clothes
for a second, lost in thought.  With a furtive glance towards JC to make
sure he was still asleep, Lance slowly pushed the comforter off of him.  He
slid out of bed quietly, making sure not to move the bed too much.
	Lance padded across the room; the gleaming wooden floor was cool
beneath his bare feet.  When he made it to the pile of clothes, he knelt
beside them and sent a prayer heavenward for this to work out the way he
was hoping it would.  His heart began to pound in his chest as he picked up
JC's jeans.  He spared a worried glance towards the bed and the still
sleeping figure hidden underneath the covers before looking back at the
jeans.  Lance wanted to scream for joy when he heard the telltale jingle of
keys hidden in deep pockets, but instead he tightened his mouth and
controlled the urge.  His fingers slid into the first pocket they came
across, plunging deep inside the cloth, but coming up empty handed.  Lance
quickly pulled his hand free and stuck it in the next pocket, his fingers
closing around the cool metal of JC's key chain.  A sob of relief
threatened to overwhelm him and he couldn't stop the strangled gasp that
left his throat.
	Lance quickly stood and froze when he heard JC moan.  /`Please,
God,'/ he thought, /`I just want to get out of here...away from him.'/ He
felt that his sanity was possibly at stake if he didn't escape.  JC turned
over onto his side and he moaned again, obviously still asleep.  Lance
quickly bent down and picked up his slacks.  He pulled them up and buttoned
them swiftly.  He slipped on his shoes and picked his shirt up off the
floor as he began walking towards the door that led to his freedom.
Without a backward glance towards JC, Lance left the room, buttoning his
shirt as he went.  He clutched the keys tightly in his hand, gripping them
until they cut into his palm.
	As he pulled the front door open, he paused.  There was a curious
feeling deep in his chest and he didn't understand it.  /`This is what I
wanted in the first place.  To leave.  Then why do I feel like my heart's
aching?'/ Lance asked himself.  The sudden image of a broken JC at the
piano last night flashed before his eyes and he froze by the door.  /`Why
would he go through all of this *trouble* to prove that he didn't kill
Meredith?  Why is he making it a point to prove it to *me*?  *Because you
turned your back on him,*'/ Lance frowned at that last thought; he suddenly
wasn't so sure that he wanted to leave.
	"Lance?"  JC's voice drifted softly down the hall into the living
room.  It was rough and confused; he'd obviously just woken up.  Lance's
heart doubled its pace and he shook himself to clear his head of the
confusing thoughts.  He didn't want to stay with JC...he didn't, so he ran.
He sprinted through the front door, across the porch, and down the steps to
the car.  The area where the car was parked was a smallish clearing, full
of tall, sparse grass and sand.  With only the meager morning light to
guide his path, he stumbled on a hidden root and went sprawling on the
ground, his mouth suddenly full of sand.  He looked up to find the car a
dozen feet away and to him in that moment it seemed like a million miles
away.  Lance slowly looked back over his shoulder and wasn't surprised to
see JC stumble out onto the porch, his eyes wild and alert.
	"Goddammit Lance!"  At JC's shout, Lance scrambled to his feet, his
eyes focused on the car and getting out of there.  He only made it a few
feet before he was tackled to the ground, JC's body slamming into his.  The
force of hitting the ground with JC's body on top of his took Lance's
breath away and he lay there for a moment, too stunned to move.  "Don't do
this!"  JC's breath was hot in his ear and Lance jerked into motion.  He
got his arms beneath him and pushed up off the ground, knocking JC off of
him.  Lance tried to get back to his feet, but JC grabbed his right calf
and pulled him back down to the ground.  JC crawled up Lance's body, making
sure that the younger man's arms were trapped.  Lance squirmed beneath him
and his elbow came back and slammed into JC's left eye.  "Fuck!" JC shouted
as he pulled back slightly, his hand already holding his burning eye.
Lance took the opportunity to stand up and move away from the injured man
on the ground.  He didn't bother to look at JC as he hurried to the car,
but he knew the older man wasn't following him this time.  "Lance..."
	JC's tone of voice told Lance everything he needed to know.  It was
full of warning, pain, and anger.  He knew without a doubt that JC's gun
was leveled at his back.

*****

Welp, that's that.  I'm working on the next chapter so it should be out
fairly soon.  You'll just have to wait and see whether or not JC would harm
his prisoner.  :) Later!  Robin nsajscgirl@yahoo.com