Date: Fri, 4 May 2001 14:47:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Small Sacrifices III

Small Sacrifices

Disclaimer: Completely fictitious.

Rating: NC-17 for content, including violence.

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Author's Notes:

This chapter is appropriately dedicated to Dara, my lifesaver. I had saved
this story on a disk and opened it to find that it had been ruined.
Furthermore, AOL screwed me over by deleting it from my mailbox. Thank
goodness, Dara had saved the chapter and sent it to me.  So, thanks, hon,
for everything.  While writing this story, I was listening to "You Don't
Have to be Alone" and thought the lyrics JC wrote fit so perfectly with the
tone of this story.  So, thank you, JC, for such a beautiful song.  Also,
I'd like to thank everyone who has left me some reviews for "Small
Sacrifices". I appreciate every one of them.  Thank you.  Same discretion
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Small Sacrifices III

~this chapter contains adapted lyrics from "You Don't Have To Be Alone"
written by JC Chasez for the Grinch Soundtrack~


JC sat in the limo. His head hung between his legs as he mulled over his
relationship with Justin.  He hands reached inside his pants pocket,
feeling for the platinum band he had carried with him for nearly a year
waiting for the perfect moment to ask Justin to marry him.  But when would
the moment come? Never. JC sighed deeply. He didn't know when they fell
apart.  The love that they had was like a work of art. He used to see
heaven in Justin's eyes.  Now angels were falling from his sky.  Since when
did he stop loving Justin? Since when did Justin become second to his
career, second to his music?  JC Chasez always had two passions in
life. One was music. The other the curly haired blond boy he had befriended
seven years ago.  He had always thought Justin would be first in his heart,
but now he came to the confounding realization that music had taken
precedence in his heart.  If the time called for him to leave Justin to
pursue his career, JC was mortified he'd leave Justin weeping on the cold
tiles of his bathroom floor. He couldn't live without singing for music was
his life.  Justin was just an added bonus in life.  The cherry on top.

The limo ride ended abruptly in front of the Chinese Mann theatre.  As he
stepped into the night behind Johnny, cameras flashed in every direction,
blinding him completely to the point that he was unaware of Lance and Joey
waving at him on the red carpet.  He joined his bandmates in the midst of
the media frenzy.  They shook hands, but couldn't resist embracing in a
group hug. The media went crazy, snapping shots of the three members of the
hottest pop ensemble since the Beattles. They flirted briefly with the
media, basking in their rekindled glory.  Lance was a successful CEO of his
management firm. And he was only 21.  Joey went on to own one of the
busiest night spots in Miami, Fl. And JC was well on his way to be the
among the greatest musical artists the world would know.  If he so chose
to.  He had the world in the palm of his hand because when it came down to
it, JC had the God-given talent to soar past the stars.

After several minutes on the red carpet, the three former members of 'Nsync
filed into the packed theatre where they united with yet another one of
their bandmates.

"JC!"

"Chris!" JC stumbled past the tables to hug Chris tightly.  "I missed you,
buddy."

"I missed you, too." Chris said, breaking away from JC.

JC's eyes brightened as he saw the pregnant Dani sitting at the table.  She
held onto the table, positioning herself to get up when JC stopped her.

"Don't move an inch. I'll go there." JC said, rushing to Dani to give her a
hug.  "How far?"

"Six months." Dani answered, a smile so wide it stretched from ear to ear.

"This is the best 'Nsync reunion ever!" Joey clapped his hands cheerfully.

"Too bad Justin couldn't be here with us." Lance added, disappointingly.

"Way to be a party pooper, Scoop." Chris joked as he slapped Lance in his
behind.

The four members of 'Nsync broke in a fit of laughter as they relished
their moment together.


Justin was all alone, cowered in the filthy corner of the van.  He wrapped
his arms around his knees, burying his face in his knees.  He did not wish
for any of these ruthless men to see him weak.  As expected, the van
stopped abruptly.  The door slid open.  And the men half dragged him into a
dark warehouse.  Several guns pointed at him in case he was foolish enough
to try to escape.  The warehouse closed its doors and darkness consumed the
drafty building.  The lights suddenly turned on and the leader of the
operations approached him.

"What do you want?" Justin asked, struggling still in their strong hold.

"First off, shut up so I can make a phone call!" The man he would learn as
Jake answered back with a slap across his face.

Justin began to sob quietly as the grip on his arms tightened.  He slumped
to the floor between the two men as the others looked on.

"What is it boy?!" Jake asked, again.  "Didn't you want to know for sure if
he still loves you?  Well, this is your chance.  Now shut up or I'll
fuckin' cut off your tongue."

Justin's sobs reduced to mere sniffles as Jake made his all important phone
call.

"We got the boy, boss." Jake informed the caller on the other line.

"Good.  Now you know what to do next, right, Jake?"

"It depends.  Will we see the money?" Jake asked.

"Of course.  Kevin Richardson never swallows his words.  You'll see all of
the money as promised.  I have no desire for the money."

"Okay.  Then I guess we do know what to do next."

Jake laughed and soon their sinister laughter drowned out the sobs from
Justin.  Noticing the weeping boy still on the floor, Jake tossed his phone
aside and approached the boy. He grabbed him by his crown of golden
curls. He peered into those misty blues and licked his lips hungrily.  He
moved his hand to his crotch and groped himself.

"You're so damn pretty. I can't wait to get my hands on you."

Again, the laughter echoed throughout the warehouse as Justin whimpered.
At Jake's cue, the men pulled Justin to his feet.  They held onto him
tightly as Jake stepped forward.  Justin coiled away only to be stopped by
Jake's forceful grip around his neck.

"What's the number?"

Justin shook his head. Tears threatened to fall.  What number?

"I said what's the number?" Jake asked, again, releasing his grip on
Justin.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Justin answered, tending his sore
neck.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about.  What's the number to that
fuckin' pop star?"

Josh.  Jake was referring to Josh. What did they want from him?  A thousand
thoughts flooded his obscure mind as Jake bent his knee and struck him in
the groin.  A loud scream echoed painfully and Jake grabbed him by the
hair.  He posed his question one more time.

"What's the number to his fuckin' cell?"

"I don't know. I don't know. JC's only my best friend." Justin rambled
quickly.

"Do you take me for a fool, boy?!" Jake shot back.  "I know you're his
fuckin' whore.  Now tell me what's his number?"

"No." Justin shook his head, wildly.  "I won't."

Jake released Justin, letting the soft curls fall unceremoniously onto the
dirty matted floor.  He raised his hand and soon the other four men joined
them.

"Boys.  Be gentle with our Hollywood Golden boy here and share."

Tears slid down his face as the men closed in on him.  He was surrounded by
all the men as Jake watched from beyond.  They were reaching for him.  He
could hear them arguing as to who would get his dick.  As to who would take
his left ball.  His right ball.  As to who would be the first to rape him.
Silently he prayed for a miracle. Anything to just stop this from happening
to him.  As the first hand reached for his shirt, the phone in his jacket
rang.


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