Lost Without You

Chapter -- 7
by JT Poole and Nikki Brown

Orlando, FL -- A Downtown Law Firm

Brian's POV

This all seems so strange. I don't think JT has done anything to be in trouble for. So why are we in the middle of a lawyer's office? I wish the stupid guy would have told him the reasons for getting him to come down here. JT is so tense right now and it's all his fault.

"What is it?" JT asks, taking the pictures from the man.

"That's your son Chad Reynolds," the man tells him as JT closes his eyes and falls to the floor.

"JT!" I shout, jumping up from the chair and rushing over to him before he could hit the floor. "JT buddy snap out of it!"

"Brian calm down," Nikki tells me as she stands next to us as that man just stands there at his desk looking at the three of us.

"Come on JT man, wake up," I say, softly slapping him in the face. "Man I think you might need to call a doctor, he's not waking up."

"Brian please calm down," Nikki says again as I glare at her and then back at that idiot behind the desk as the receptionist lady comes into the room with some smelling salts, opening the bottle and waving it back and forth under JT's nose.

"What happened?" JT asks as he looks at me and then over to Nikki.

"Seems like daddy fainted," Nikki says as he looks at her like he was about to have a mental breakdown or something. "JT don't faint again, just calm down."

"How da hell did I become a daddy?" JT asks as we all look at him like he was stupid. "I'm gay, how did I get to be a daddy, I've never...oh shit!"

"Oh shit what?" I ask him as he looks down at the floor and sits in the chair I was sitting in.

"There's a possibility that I can be this child's daddy," JT says as I look at the picture in his hand, noticing that the little boy did have some of his features.

"I'm sure too JT, look at the little boy again," I say as he holds the picture up and looks at the little boy closely. "He has your nose and your eyes."

"Let me see," Nikki says as she accepts the picture from JT and looks at the little boy closely. "Oh my stars, JT this is your baby."

"I can see that," JT says, taking the picture back.

"Are you sure Mr. Poole?" The lawyer man asks him.

"Yeah I'm sure. He looks like I did when I was younger, just a little bit lighter," JT says, fanning himself as the lawyer sits back down. "How old is he?"

"All his information is within the file," the lawyer man says as JT opens the folder and starts reading.

"So he's eleven years old. All that time, all that time that I missed and didn't know he even existed," JT says as Nikki walks over to him and starts rubbing his back, comforting him a bit, a job that I should be doing, but she beat me to it. "So what's next Mr. Marshall?"

"Well all you need to do right now is wait right here and the young man will be escorted here shortly," the lawyer man says. "He's currently with a Family and Children's representative. We chose not to allow them to place him with a foster family until we found you."

"Why would he be placed with a foster family?" JT asks him.

"In situations like this, the child is normally placed with a foster family until the biological parent is found. Once found, CPS normally makes an evaluation to determine if the child and parent are stable enough to be integrated into a family together, if not, then they set up some counseling sessions to help parent and child get use to the other." The lawyer man tells him.

"What do you mean cases like this?" JT asks him. "Is there something different about this?"

"Well it's mainly due to the fact that you didn't know you had a child sir," he says as JT shakes his head.

"How long is this going to take? I want to meet my son," JT says standing up.

"Mrs. Sutters made the call already, I'm sure they are on the way here," the lawyer man says as JT looks at Nikki then looks at me.

Memphis, TN -- Justin's House

Lance's POV

Maybe this was all a big mistake. Why the hell am I wasting my time to love him? All he ever does is drink and get fucking high all the fucking time! I never had these problems with JT. Why the hell did I have to fuck up things with him and leave? Why did I mess up the best thing in my life for Justin Fucking Timberlake!

"Baby can we talk?" Justin asks me as he steps out into the yard.

"I'm not your baby Justin, I'm just a stupid, fucked up fool," I say as he sits down next to me.

"No you're not Lance. Don't say that. You're not stupid and you're not a fool, I am." He tells me as he takes my hand and places a kiss on it. "All this time I've been stringing you along because I was scared."

"Scared of what Justin?" I ask him.

"I'm scared of making a commitment to you and then fucking it all up. You know how I am Lance. You know my reputation with love and relationships. You know how things went with Britney, I fucked up totally with Christina and I fucked up with Josh. How well do you think we'll be if I tried to commit to you?" He asks me.

"I wouldn't know that Justin, since you haven't made any attempts at trying to make this more than a midnight booty call." I tell him as I stand up. "We're never together like a couple Justin. I only see and hear from you after you've had too much to drink or high out of your fucking mind. Why can't you want to be with me when you're fucking sober? Right now doesn't count because we're both heading in the same direction."

"It does to count Lance. I'm not drinking right now and I'm not high," he says, standing up too. "I know I stumbled into your arms the other night, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you Lance. I think about you all the time, but I get scared when I think about fucking things up. I get scared that I would fuck up because you know how my eyes and dick like to wander."

"So you're scared that you're going to cheat on me with someone else or leave me?" I ask him.

"Yeah baby, that's what I am scared of. You know that was the main reasons why me and Brit didn't get along," he says, looking down at the ground.

"Well that's because both of you were cheating on each other," I say, remembering the night me and Britney had fooled around.

"Well that's in the past Lance. I'm not really worried about that anymore, we found each other because of her," he says, wrapping his arms around me and then kissing me passionately. "I'm glad you told me and I'm glad we got closer."

"Well you were the one...one that I loved," I say to him as my tears start to flow and he wipes them as he kisses me again.

"Loved? You don't love me anymore?" He asks me.

"I still love you Justin, but I...I can't see myself waiting around like I use to for you. I can't keep living like this, living for you and you not love me. I gotta move on," I say as he looks at me, tears in his eyes.

"I...I do love you Lance. I told you I was scared," he says, holding me tighter now.

"Well you might love me, but that's not enough Justin. I can't do this anymore." I tell him as I sniffle. "If you loved me like you say, you would have told me this a long time ago. You would have told me how you felt. You never tell me how you're feeling. When I see you, its all about sex, nothing but wall-to-wall sex, then you sleep it off and then the next day you're all about business. There's not even an us in that picture Justin."

"Please baby, please. I'll prove to you that I love you. Give me one more chance." He tells me as he hugs me.

"I'm not Faith Evans and you're not Biggie Smalls," I say, pulling away from him.

"Please Lance, please...I'll do anything to prove that I love you," he says, getting down on his knees holding my hand. "I love you and I'll do anything you want me to, to prove it."

"Really?" I ask him.

"Yeah really Lance, I love you and I'll do anything to prove it," he says, still on his knees.

"Marry me Justin," I say as he looks up at me. "If you want to prove you love me, marry me then."

"I...I..." Justin stutters as I close my eyes as more tears come.

He was still holding my hand as I cried. He said he would do anything to prove that he loved me, but when I asked him to marry me, all he could do was damn stutter. I'm just a damn fool. Why do I put myself in situations like this? Why ask him that anyway when I already knew the damn answer. I'll just grin and bear it and move on like I said I would.

"Open your eyes Lance," he says as I try to pull away from him. "Open your eyes Lance."

"Why? I don't want to see your face anymore," I say as I could feel him pulling me closer to his body.

"Lance open your eyes," he says again this time I open my eyes.

"Fine," I say looking at him as he smiles at me.

"You're not supposed to ask me to marry you Lance," he says, still holding my hand. "Lance will you marry me?"

"Justin!" I shout at him as he pulls me closer to him and kisses me hard.

"I'll take that as a yes since we're not having sex right now," he says, licking my earlobe as he squeezes my ass gently. "If marrying you will prove my love for you, then I'll be more than honored to marry you."

"Are you sure of that Justin? What about your undiscovered conquest you have yet to fuck?" I ask him.

"You are the biggest conquest over Lance; I discovered you and I would rather have you, than have those one night stands that don't mean anything to me." He tells me as we kiss again.

"Oh God Justin. I just hope you know what you're getting into." I tell him.

"We've known each other for so long baby, I already know what I'm getting into," he says, teasing my bottom lip with his tongue. "Just hope you know what you're getting into."

"I'm quite sure I do Justin," I say to him as we kiss again, moving over to the lounge chair.

"I bet this is going to shock the hell out of the rest of the guys." He tells me, pulling me into his lap as we resume our kissing again.

Orlando, FL -- The Sheraton Hotel -- Nick Carter's Room

Nick's POV

This is going to blow up in our fucking faces. Brian knew what he was doing when he put that line about the executive manager coming along for the first three shows. He thinks he's being slick, but he better get his head back to business and stop thinking about that damn man. He's surely going to royally fuck us all up with what he's doing. This is supposed to be our come back tour and here he is already jeopardizing things already. This is all going to come down around our fucking ears.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone.

"Nick have you seen D?" Kevin asks me.

"No I haven't. Oh God, did he run off to find Joey again?" I ask, hoping I was wrong. "Just another bit of drama we don't need right now."

"I don't know where he is right now. His mom called looking for him and she really needs to talk to him about something important. She didn't go into details with me, but I know it's something important." Kevin tells me. "Since we left the meeting, it's like we all went in different directions. You're the only one I've heard from since."

"Well I know Brian's with that JT guy and Alex's down in the hotel lounge at the bar," I say, wondering why AJ was drinking heavily again. "Is something wrong with Alex?"

"I don't know Nick. He's been acting strange since he arrived here." Kevin tells me as I hear someone knocking at his door. "Nick I have to go."

"Alright Kev. If you don't hear from D around four, let me know." I tell him as we said our goodbyes and hung up.

Just more fucking drama for us to deal with is all. Two fucking gay guys and a damn drunk. Oh yeah, we're bound to be on the cover of all the tabloids around the world.

Down in Joey Fatone's Room -- Same Hotel

"Stop acting like a little bitch and take it like a fucking man!" Joey shouts, lying on top of Howie as the two of them had sex.

"Joey please stop," Howie says in a near whisper.

"You beg me to allow you to fucking come here and now you want to whine and act like a little bitch! Take that damn dick bitch!" Joey shouts, pushing Howie's legs open wider, moving in and out forcefully between his legs. "I'm not going to stop! I'm giving you what you fucking wanted!"

"I don't want this," Howie says, tears falling from his face as Joey grabs a pillow and covers his face.

"I don't want to see your ugly face while we fuck! You're too disgusting of a man for me. Grow a fucking backbone!" Joey shouts as he starts pressing down on the pillow, smothering Howie.

"No!" Howie screams as he struggles with Joey, finally getting him off of his body and jumping out of the bed. "Stay away from me! Don't touch me!"

"Look what we have here; the bitch finally grew a fucking spine. Come on over here Howie and show me what you got," Joey says, smiling evilly as he walks closer to Howie.

"Stay away from me Joey!" Howie screams, picking up a vase and holding it out in front of him. "Don't come any closer to me!"

"You think that's going to stop me? All I want to do is get that wimpy ass of yours," Joey says, still walking closer to Howie, smiling as Howie starts waving the vase back and forth.

"Joey just let me get my clothes and I'll just leave. I don't want to do this anymore," Howie says, leaning down to grab his pants and then grabbing for his shirt as Joey jumps for him, tackles him on the bad and the two start struggling. "Get off of me Joey!"

"Why D, you always saying that we don't spend enough time together. Now we're spending time and now you want to leave. No go D," Joey says, pushing Howie backwards on the bed, pulling his legs apart and taking up his previous position a few minutes ago.

"Joey please stop! You're hurting me damnit!" Howie screams at Joey as he starts to cry again.

A Downtown Law Firm -- Howard Marshall's Office

JT's POV

This is a whole lot to take in all at once. We've been here now for a little over an hour and the child hasn't gotten here yet. I don't know what to do and I definitely don't know what to think. I've missed eleven years of his life already. I just don't know why Tasha didn't tell me about him. I knew she hated me after she found out that I was actually gay, but she didn't have to hate me this much to hide my child from me like this. She should have told me.

"JT are you okay?" Brian asks me as he held my hand for support.

"I'm going to be alright Brian, I just need to meet him and..." I tell him as the door opens and in steps the receptionist and a little boy that looked taller than any eleven year old I knew.

Standing up and walking over to him, I looked at him closely as he looked up at me. Frowning, he inspects me as best as he could under the current circumstances and then he steps back.

"Are you my daddy?" He asks me.

"I...I think I am," I say as he looks up at the receptionist and then back up at me.

"Why are you here now? Where were you?" He asks me. "Why am I just now meeting you? Why did I have to meet you like this? Why you have to wait for mommy to die to see me?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't know anything about you until today." I tell him as he looks at me evilly and moves away from me.

"I hate you!" He shouts as he turns around and walks out of the room.

"Wait a minute," I say, running out the door behind the little boy.

"Oh this is really going well," Nikki says, looking at Brian.

"You telling me," Brian says as he and Nikki look at the lawyer and then back at each other.

TO BE CONTINUED...

STORY WARNINGS & DISCLAIMER:

I don't know any of the members of N SYNC, Backstreet Boys or any other celebrities mentioned. I don't know anything about their sexual orientation or the orientation of any other celebrities in this story (even though I wish some of them were gay). This story is fiction and you shouldn't take it for anything else but that. This is for entertainment value only folks.