Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2000 08:51:56 EDT
From: BMWAudiM3S4@aol.com
Subject: JC and Justin4Ever

Hey y'all.  This is pretty much my first attempt at a story.  This is yet
another JC and Justin story so I hope you like it.  If you want a truly
good JC/Justin story, read Josh and Just, I really recommend it.  The
monkey scene in this story was inspired by ScottyT.  His mind works in
weird ways...Also a shout out to Drew 'Sprout', you're in and sorry for
making ya wait!  And to Sammy, wait until chapter 2 ;)

Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction.  I have no reason to
believe that any of the members of *N SYNC are gay.  Therefore, this story
is all made up by me.

JC And Justin Forever

	"Oh no!" JC felt a bump in the road.  He got out of his Jeep to see
he had run over a monkey.  "Damn it!  I HATE it when I run over animals!"
And JC did hate it.  The least he could do was move it to the side of the
road, which he did.
	He got back in his Jeep to go home.  He and the other guys of *N
SYNC had just finished with their extended tour and were on break from
working.  They were full out relaxing.  JC had been looking forward to this
break for two reasons.  One was that he would get to do one of his favorite
hobbies, and that was to sleep.  The second reason was because he would be
able to spend more one on one time with Justin.....
	Justin was driving to a night club with Lance at that moment.  He
was driving a little too fast for the narrow, two lane dirt road he and
Lance were on.  The Dodge Intrepid rental car sped down the road at 75 MPH.
Dust flew up from behind the car.  "Justin, I swear to God, if you don't
slow down---!"Lance was cut off by the sound of a truck horn.  Justin
swerved out of the way and screeched to a stop.  They were at the club.
Lance sighed in relief.  "I'm driving home Just," said Lance.
	JC arrived at the house where he, Justin, Lance, and soon Brian
(not Brian Littrell) were staying at.  Brian was one of JC's best and
closest friends.  He was the only one who knew about his secret.  He was
the only one that could be trusted like that.  JC unlocked the front door
and stepped inside.  No one was home.  Justin and Lance were out clubbing.
He walked over to his suitcase and rummaged through it until he found what
he was looking for.  He pulled out a framed picture of Justin smiling.  He
walked over to the couch and turned on the TV.  He hugged the picture
tightly against him.  Soon, he drifted away to sleep..
	Chris was bored.  There was absolutely nothing to do.  Joey was at
yet another party that he forgot to bring Chris to.  Chris looked next door
and saw JC's Jeep in the driveway.  He decided to pay him a visit.  He
walked over to JC's house and knocked on the door.  No answer.  He knocked
again.  Still no answer.  He banged the door very loudly.  No one was
answering.  The door was unlocked so he let himself in.  He heard the TV in
the next room.  He walked in and saw JC asleep.  He was holding something.
When he looked a little closer, he saw it was the back of a picture frame.
Wondering what it was, Chris carefully slipped the picture out of JC's
arms.  He stared at the picture.  It was a picture of Justin.  "Why is JC
sleeping with a picture of Justin?" Chris asked himself.  JC was
stirring.....
	JC's eyes fluttered open.  He thought about Justin and smiled to
himself.  'God I love him'.  He suddenly saw Chris standing there...holding
the picture he had been sleeping with.  JC tensed up.  He was going to have
to tell Chris, if he hadn't guessed already.  "Chris...um...I have to tell
you something...I...I'm in love with...with...Justin" JC stuttered out and
started to cry.
	Chris stood there not knowing what to think.  'Did this mean JC was
gay?  How did this come along?  How long has this been for?' questions
raced through Chris's mind.  "Why didn't you tell us before?"  "Be-because
I thought y'all would hate me."  "You're gonna have to tell Justin."  "I
know.  I'll tell him when he gets home..."
				   * * *
	Lance was angry.  For the past hour, he had been badgering Justin
to leave.  It was almost 4 in the morning and he was tired and drunk.  Each
time Lance asked to leave, Justin said "Oh, just 5 more minutes..."  Lance
was about to ask again.  "Justin, can we go home now?  Please?"  "um...can
you wait, like, 5 more minutes?"  "Justin, no, damn it, you've been saying
that for the past hour or something" Lance reached into Justin's pocket and
took the keys and started heading towards the exit.  "What the hell" Justin
followed Lance out and started yelling at him.  "I'm leaving NOW Just, stay
if you want" 'Oh my God, what a bitch' Justin thought.  "Fine, I'm driving"
Lance tossed him the keys and Justin climbed in the driver's seat.  He put
the keys in and started the car.
	Justin was completely drunk.  His vision was blurry.  He could
barely read the Dodge symbol on the steering wheel much less the road.  He
was all over the road.  He was on the wrong side of the road when he made
out a pair of headlights almost right in front of him.  Reacting as quickly
as he could he turned sharply to the right.  The car drove up the side of
the guardrail, did a complete roll-over in the air, and smashed into a
tree.
	"F-uck!, Drew climbed out of his brand new BMW M5 and saw there
were no scratches on it.  He sighed in relief...then he saw the other car.
It was smashed up against a tree.  The left side of the car was smashed in.
He slowly walked towards the smoking wreck.
	Lance opened his eyes.  "What the hell happened?"  He had severe
pain in his forehead.  He touched it and looked at his hand...which was
covered in blood.  'Oh God' Lance remembered where he was.  He looked at
Justin.  He was covered in blood, his white T-Shirt soaked, his pants
ripped, a huge gash on his arm.  Lance tried to pull him out, but couldn't.
He pulled a little harder.  Justin came free.  He was unconscious.  He
tried to open his door, but it seemed to be jammed.  He rolled down the
window and climbed out pulling Justin with him.  They were out, but Justin
was definitely not ok.  He saw a red car across the street and someone
walking towards them.  "Help" Lance tried to cry out but only a whisper
came.
	JC suddenly got an uneasy feeling.  Something had happened.
Something bad.  There was another knock on the door.  "Come in."  It was
Brian.  "Bri!" JC ran over to Brian and hugged him.
	Brian welcomed the embrace from JC.  He couldn't believe he was
here.  He seriously doubted his parents would let him visit *N SYNC.  They
knew he personally knew them, but letting him go was a huge step for them.
"Where is everyone?" Brian asked.  "Out."  "Where?"  JC shrugged.  "Ok.
I've got the hottest/nicest member of *N SYNC here anyway" JC blushed at
Brian's comment.
				   * * *
	"Oh...my...God!" Drew could've sworn that was THE Lance Bass
limping out of the wreck.  But Lance happened to be all bloody so Drew
couldn't be sure.  Lance stumbled towards him and tried to stand straight.
Drew caught Lance as he collapsed.  'It is Lance!'  Drew was eccentric.
But also horrified.  The hottest guy in the world, his idol, was injured
and in his arms.  'I've got to get him to a hospital.'  He carefully placed
Lance in the backseat of his car, not even caring if the seat would be
permanently stained...
	Justin regained consciousness.  'Where am I?'  He looked at the
wreck next to him.  He suddenly remembered.  He tried to get up only to
scream out with the pain from his leg.  He was pretty sure it was broken.
Justin had a gash on his arm from which blood flowed freely.
	Drew heard a scream of pain from where he picked up Lance.  On the
other side of the now burning wreck he saw another guy.  From the golden
curly hair, it had to be Justin Timberlake.  Drew came closer and grabbed
a hold of Justin.  He was sure of it now.  Justin was bad condition.  The
blood loss was incredible.  Justin had a look of fear in his dazzling
blue eyes as Drew carried him over to his car.  He was put into the
backseat with Lance who seemed to be unconscious.  Drew got into the
drivers seat and called the hospital on his cell.  He sped off..
				   * * *
	"Dr. Sammy, Dr. Sammy, please report to arrivals, Dr. Sammy to
arrivals," the voice on the PA said.  Dr. Sammy ran towards arrivals and
got there just as a red BMW pulled in.  Someone got out of the driver's
seat and explained the situation to him as they put Lance and Justin on
stretchers and headed them towards ER.
	The phone rang.  Brian sort of woke up.  It was too damn early.  He
reached for a phone and missed.  He reached again, knocking it on the
floor.  "Damn it!"  Brian grabbed the phone cord and reached to the end of
it.  "Hello?" Brian groggily asked.  "Is this the current residency of
Mr. Justin Timberlake or Mr. Lance Bass?" a woman asked.  "Um...yea, but if
you want autographs or to meet them or something, you need to wait until a
concert or whatever," Brian replied.  "I'm not calling about an autograph.
They have been in a serious accident and we would just like to inform you."
"WHAT?  Where are they now?"  Brian got all the info and went to JC's room.
"JC, get up now, we're going to the hospital."  JC yawned "Huh?  Why?"
"Justin and Lance are hurt."  JC didn't need to hear anymore.  Brian tossed
him the keys and they sped off to the hospital.
				   * * *
	"Hi, we're here to see Justin Timberlake and Lance Bass," Brian
told the receptionist at the front desk.  "You may see Lance Bass now, but
Justin is in critical condition and you need to ask Dr. Sammy for his
condition.  He's here right now." The receptionist motioned over to a very
young doctor next to the coffee machine.
	"Um... doctor?" JC asked.  Dr. Sammy grinned at JC and even more at
Brian.  "Yes, may I help you?"  "We're here to see Justin and Lance."
	"Oh, well, Lance is doing fine, but I need to talk to you about
Justin."  JC tensed up.  "Mr. Timberlake has serious injuries and has lost
a lot of blood.  We haven't been able to stop the bleeding yet.  The injury
has to heal some on its own for it to heal, but by then, he may have lost
too much blood.  I'm sorry to say that we are not sure if he will make it,
but it doesn't look good."

Wow!  The suspense!  Will Justin make it?  What will Drew do about his
stained backseat?  Why did Dr. Sammy grin even more at Brian?  And when
will Joey come into the story?  More will come.  Oh yes, comments and
suggestions are MUCH MORE than welcome.  My E-Mail is
JustMeJc61@hotmail.com.  Thanks for reading Brian 'Joshy'