Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 15:31:26 -0400
From: Nina Finley <lovin_nsuck@ureach.com>
Subject: Till Death Do Us Part 4

Title : Till Death Do Us Part
Part : 3
Rating : PG
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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?