Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2001 07:25:27 -0800 (PST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Alec C." <alecsandria@yahoo.com>
Subject: When my pretty boy sleep part 10-13

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for more chapters...

Disclaimer can be found in the previous chapters.


Part 10

Joey anxiously awaited the little bell telling him the lift had arrived on
their floor. The moment those doors opened he would jump the first person
coming out of the lift. Better said he would try to do so. Lonnie's fingers
curled round his belt prevented him from even setting a step forward. Chris
and Lance are behind him. He heard them talk about why they had to be
there. Suddenly the sound he had been waiting for echoed through the
hall. The doors opened and Ryan appeared. Lonnie tightened his grip and
pulled Joey back.

'What a nice welcome.' Said Ryan.

'Hi Ryan.' Answered Chris and Lance in unison.

Joey cringed. They sounded like some stupid cartoon heroes.

'Joey, Lonnie.' Ryan nodded.

Joey swore that he heard Lonnie growl.

'So where is the unlucky patient?'

'He's somewhere where you can't find or touch him.'

'Joey, Joey. What has Josh been telling you?'

'He didn't need to tell me anything. His face said enough. Do you know that
he needs constructive surgery on his jaw?'

Lonnie slowly released his grip on Joey and the angry Italian moved closer
and closer to Ryan. But he didn't seem to impress the other man. Ryan
didn't even blink. Joey stood still and handed Ryan a folded piece of
paper. Ryan raised one eyebrow and opened it.

'The group Nsync, the individuals Joseph Fatone, Justin Timberlake and
Lonnie Rogers are hereby suing Ryan O'Clare for the alleged abuse of Joshua
Chasez...'

Ryan started laughing. 'You are all joking me here right?'

Joey slowly shook his head.

'We are also working on a restraining order. We don't want you anywhere
near JC again.'

'Don't you think that JC has a say in this?'

Lance's voice was soft.

Joey turned to Lance.

'No...'

'You can't sue Ryan. I mean... JC said that it's been his fault.'

Chris stared at Joey.

'Guys...come on...' Joey looked at Lonnie. He never thought that Lance and
Chris would choose the wrong side.

A door opened and Joey heard a tired voice behind him.

'Joey? Could you just keep an eye on JC?'

Joey slowly turned around and there by gave Justin full view of the
hall. The tired look in his blue eyes disappeared and a furious fire
appeared.

'What's that bastard doing here?'

Joey tried to grab Justin but the younger boy was too fast. Justin grabbed
Ryan and slammed him in the wall.

'How dare you show your face around here? Haven't you done enough?'

Ryan wrapped his hands around Justin's fists and applied pressure. He bent
forward and whispered in Justin's ear:

'Listen you little piece of shit. There is nothing that you can do. If I
were you I'd lay low. You wouldn't want anything to happen to sweet little
Jonathan or precious Steven now would you?'

Ryan pressed his fingernails into Justin's skin. The blonde was too shocked
to even speak. Ryan pulled his hands of him and pushed Justin away.

'I'm going to check in now. I'll see you all later.'

Ryan walked back to the lift. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Justin,
Joey and Lonnie enter a room. It had to be the one where JC was. Lance and
Chris still stood in the hall. Ryan smiled. Lance and Chris were in
doubt. They had no idea whom to believe. All he had to do was feed the
doubts in their minds. It wouldn't be long before they were his puppets.

'Lance, Chris? Could I talk to you for a minute?'



Part 11

'Lance?'

Silence.

'Lance?'

Silence.

'Lance?'

'What?' The answer sounded irritated.

'How do you really feel about this whole JC situation?'

Chris heard Lance sit up and a moment later the room was lit by the light
on Lance's nightstand.

'I don't know. How you feel about it?'

Chris looked at Lance.

'I for one don't believe Ryan's excuse.'

Lance snorted.

'So he and JC were fooling around and chasing each other and suddenly JC
fell down the stairs. That doesn't explain how JC ended up on the bus.'

'But that will be the only story leaking to the press right?'

Lance shrugged.

'That's what management wants.'

Chris slammed his fist in his pillow and sighed.

He took his notebook.

'I have a confession to make.'

He handed Lance two pictures.

Lance looked at them.

'Two pictures of JC.'

'Two pictures of JC with clear bruises on them. I accidentally found
them. They are fingerprints if you look closely.'

Lance's eyes grew big.

'You knew?'

Chris shrugged.

'You didn't take Justin serious and I have to admit that the kid is more
serious than me.'

'How long?'

'A few months. I've tried to gather some evidence you know. Things that I
saw and heard. Those pictures are the only real proof that I have.  And I
know that Lonnie knows but something is stopped him from pressing charges
before.'

Lance sat down next to Chris.

'So you and I both had the same idea all along.'

'That bastard won't go to jail unless JC confesses. Nothing will happen
without his confession.'

'Maybe it's not JC that has to confess.'

Lance looked at Chris.

'Ryan seems to think that we are on his side right? We can get a confession
out of him.'

'How?'

Lance jumped off the bed. He opened his suitcase and looked through it.

'With this!'

He held up a little tape recorder.

'All we have to do is play dumb. It's not that Ryan thinks we are very
smart.'

Chris started laughing sarcastically.

'Nor are the others.'

Lance got a determined look on his face

'We made that choice. We both pushed Justin away and it's too late to turn
back at the moment.'

'It's only acting Lance.'

'To us it may be but we might be destroying more than you think.'

Lance sat back on his bed.

'Joey and Justin can't know about this. It could ruin the plans.'

Lance knew that Chris was right.

 'We need to keep it up Lance. Even though it hurts the others and us. We
can explain once we have a confession.'

'I know but the look in their eyes. Joey and Justin will never look at us
in the same way again. They will hate us.'

'Ryan will kill JC if we all fight him. Now that he thinks that we are at
his side we might be able to protect JC even more.'

'Aren't we a little late with that?'



Part 12

The Nsync tour continued like nothing had happened. Everyone fell back into
their old on tour routine. JC was back on stage in a wheel chair. The press
had believed the story of JC falling down the stairs while fooling around
with the lads. It didn't take JC long to find out that Chris and Lance were
on Ryan's side. He totally ignored Justin and Joey even though the three of
them shared a room.

Lance called Ryan every night after a show. He hated it but he knew that if
they weren't friendly to Ryan they'd never get a confession.

'The show was good this time.'

Lance paced the room holding his cell phone to his ear.

'How did JC hold up?'

'He's ok. I think that plaster is starting to itch a little.'

Ryan chuckled and the sound sent shivers down Lance's spine.

The door opened and JC wheeled in.

'Is that Ryan?' He whispered.

Lance nodded.

'Can I please talk to him?'

JC pulled his saddest face knowing that Lance would give in.

Lance bit his lip. He couldn't resist JC's pleading eyes.

'Just for a minute. You need your rest.'

JC started beaming as a young child. Lance handed him the phone and moved
to the couch.

'Hello?'

'JC.'

Ryan's voice was cold.

'I tried to call you but Joey and Justin won't leave me alone.'

'You didn't try hard enough.'

JC swallowed.

'I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen.'

'I don't like being alone JC. Even for someone as stupid as you that can't
be so hard to understand.'

'I'm sorry.'

JC's voice was a mere whisper.

'You can't even stand up for yourself. Do I need to do everything for you?'

Ryan's words were slicing through JC's heart.

'I tried to...'

'You are too stupid to try. I bet that Justin only had to bat those pretty
eyes before you did what ever he wanted you to do. I bet that you didn't
think of what you are putting me through for one single section.'

JC closed his eyes.

'I need you here Ryan. I told them to stop.'

'You are useless you know that? Plain and utterly stupid and so useless.'

Hot tears streamed down JC's cheeks.

'I'm...'

'What the fuck?'

The phone was ripped from his hands and JC heard it slam into the
wall. Someone grabbed his arms and nearly lifted him out of the
wheelchair. His ribs started to protest to the sudden attack on his body.

'I can't believe that you are crying over the guy? He almost killed you and
you are crying.'

JC managed to focus on the face in front of him. He tried to ignore the
fingers pressing hard in his arms. The face was twisted with anger. JC was
sure that he could see hate in the blue eyes locked with his.

He was released as sudden as he was grabbed. JC couldn't repress a moan
when he fell back in his chair. A dull pain spread from his ribs to his
back.

He raised his head and disbelief was clearly visible in his eyes. Justin
stood at the door. His hand covered his mouth.

'I'm sorry...'

Justin looked at Lance.

'I didn't... I didn't want...'

 Justin opened the door and ran away. JC looked at Lance.

'He hurt me.'



Justin ran to his room. He felt sick. He was nothing better than Ryan
was. He had been so angry when he saw JC sitting there with a look of
defeat on his face. His anger rose when he found out that it was Ryan on
the phone. He just acted on instinct. Justin caught his reflection in the
bathroom mirror.

'You are a bad man.'

He slammed his fist in the mirror. It didn't crack.

'Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.'

Finally they cracked. The mirror showed a huge crack and Justin made it to
the toilet to throw up. He was a bad man.



Part 13

They had a group meeting the next morning. Justin's head hurt. He had cried
himself to sleep. He was the last one to enter the room. He quickly grabbed
some breakfast and sighed. The only seat that was free was in between JC
and Chris. Justin placed the bowl of cereal in front of him and sat
down. He fully concentrated on his food. He ignored the snarling comments
of Chris. He was so used to them now. He didn't even hear what he was
saying.

Lance started the meeting the moment Justin placed his spoon in the empty
bowl. They had a massive agenda. A new video had to be shot. Several photo
sessions were lined up. A possible world tour. Justin was very enthusiastic
about the new video and tour. He had many ideas about the set, the clothes
and on and on.

But his enthusiasm faded quickly. Each time he opened his mouth to say
something or moved his arm JC flinched. Justin stopped commenting on
everything. He just slowly nodded when a decision had to be made. He forced
himself not to look at JC. He had seen the bruise visible under the rim of
his short sleeved shirt. Justin knew that he was the cause of the bruise.
He was just like Ryan. He has spent so much time trying to get JC to trust
him and he destroyed the little trust JC had in him. He was scum just like
Ryan. He should be punished. As soon as the meeting was over he would try
to talk to JC once more. Apologise if the brunette let him. Than he would
punish himself for what he did. Justin's eyes wandered over the table. They
rested on JC's cup. JC still couldn't eat normal food. He was on a liquid
diet. A little light went of in Justin's head. He had to suffer just like
JC. From now on only liquid food for him. No more chocolate or
hamburgers. He didn't deserve them.



'JC, wait up.'

Justin almost missed JC leaving the room. The meeting had ended when he was
still in deep thought. JC didn't stop but left the door to his room
open. Justin saw this as an invitation to come in.

'Can I talk to you?'

JC didn't answer.

'Please?'

'Just say what you have to say.'

JC's voice was cold.

'I just wanted to say that I'm sorry.'

JC spun around with his wheel chair.

'You are sorry? I was on the phone with Ryan. The first time I managed to
talk to him in weeks because you and Joey just won't leave me alone. Sorry
doesn't cover it.'

'You were crying.'

Justin bit his lip. JC seemed really angry.

'Of course I was crying. I missed him so much. I was finally hearing his
voice.'

'I thought that...'

'You thought what Justin?'

Justin fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

'I thought that he was hurting you. You have changed so much over the last
few weeks. It's because you haven't been near Ryan.'

JC snorted.

'I'm an artist Justin. I live in the spotlight. It's easy to let people see
what they like to see.'

Justin stamped his foot.

'NO! Ryan is no good for you. He doesn't deserve you.'

'And you do?

 JC's comment hit Justin hard.

'I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry.'

'You even sound like him.'

'I love you. Why can't you see that?'

Justin was losing control over his emotions.

'You don't love me Justin. You just think that you are doing a noble
thing. Now please leave.'

Justin wanted to say so much more but he was lost for words. He turned
around and left. His thoughts were racing through his mind. There had to be
a way to show JC that he really loved him. A way to keep Ryan away from
JC. An idea popped up but it meant that Justin had to use extreme measures
to show JC what he was really feeling.


TBC.???

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Till next time....

Alec