Now or Never by Robin Smithson
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I know I keep saying that each chapter is gonna be the last of the chapters I post so quickly, but it's for real this time. Expect Chapter seven to be out sometime around next weekend, but I'm not making any promises. Keep emailing though! :)
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Lance returned to the waiting room only to find JC and Justin talking with a young woman dressed in scrubs. "... Not out of the clear. I understand that you would rather keep this matter quiet and I'm going to provide a private waiting room for your group. There is one problem, however. The drug we found in Mr. Fatone's system is illegal in the United States and I will be forced to report this to the police. I will make sure they understand that you don't want this made public, but I'm afraid I still have to contact them." She looked at JC sternly and he nodded his understanding. Lance started to speak to ask her to repeat herself when he caught Justin's eye. Justin shook his head, indicating that Lance should remain quiet. "Okay, then, if you gentlemen will follow me, I'll show you to your waiting room," she said before turning on her heel and walking out the door. JC and Justin followed right behind her leaving Lance and Chris in the room. Lance looked at Chris and sighed. He was still out of it, staring off into space. `Maybe once we're in the waiting room we can talk to Chris without the public's interference,' Lance thought to himself as he reached down and grabbed Chris's arm gently. He escorted Chris out of the room and caught up to his friends.
Now or Never Chapter 6
Lance quietly steeled himself once the door to their private waiting room was shut silently behind the young doctor. He dumped Chris into one of the available chairs and walked across the room, distancing himself from the eldest member of the group. JC had taken a seat while Justin started pacing the room. Except for Justin's constant pacing, the room was silent for several minutes. Chris, his voice catching the other three people in the room off guard, suddenly broke the silence.
"I'm sorry guys, I'm so sorry," he managed to state emphatically. He glanced at each man in the room, hoping to find some sort of forgiveness or sympathy. Justin continued to pace and JC ignored Chris's gaze. Lance, however, stared right back at Chris. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"I'm not sure you understand what is going to happen, Chris," Lance said grimly. "You said this started off as a joke, but look what it has become. Not only is Joey's life hanging in the balance, so is ours as a group." Chris's gaze returned to the floor once he realized that he wouldn't get the sympathy he had hoped for. "What exactly did the doctor say, JC?" Lance asked, putting Chris out of his mind for a moment to focus on Joey. Lance's question pulled JC out of his thoughts and he looked at the younger man.
"Um...she said that they were still cleansing his system and that he wasn't out of the clear yet. They don't know how long it will take to get rid of it, but she said within the next four hours we should know for sure whether or not he is gonna...gonna make it," JC managed to say before a sob caught in his throat. Tears stung at the back of his eyes as he realized how close they were to actually losing a member of their family and all because of a stupid, fucking joke. A picture of Joey's face, smiling as always, was floating in front of his eyes and the tears spilt down his cheeks.
Lance felt the need to comfort JC and he walked to his friend and took a seat beside him. While his right hand rubbed soothing circles on JC's back, Lance looked up to see Justin stop pacing and take a seat across the room. The young man bent over at the waist, placing his head between his knees. Justin's muffled whimpers echoed throughout the room. A frown marred Lance's forehead and he sighed deeply. He couldn't comfort them all; he wasn't that strong. Another several minutes passed before Lance decided that there were several things to be done.
"I know that this is tough, but from what I understand the doctor is reporting this to the police and we need to decide on what we are going to tell them," Lance stated. JC looked up at Lance in shock.
"Now? Do we have to talk about this now? Joey's in there and he could be dead for all we know and you want to talk about what we are gonna tell the police for the sake of our careers?!" he said heatedly.
"I care about Joey too! But yes, we have to talk about this now! We can't tell them what really happened. It would get us.Chris in too much trouble. We have to come up with something that sounds plausible," Lance finished his reply as calmly as possible, running his fingers through his hair. Chris looked up at his friends in despair.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," Chris said lamely.
"We know, Chris, we know. What's done is done," Lance replied, looking at JC and Justin for support. Justin managed to lift his head and nod in agreement while JC refused to respond at all. Lance sighed and continued, "I'm not sure what we should tell the police."
"I wish we could tell the truth," Justin said simply, wishing that none of this had happened in the first place.
"So do I, Justin, but we can't. The drug Chris used was illegal, he shouldn't have had it the first place," Lance said, looking at Chris. "Why did you have it anyway Chris? And please don't lie to us, it'll just make things worse."
"Jesus, Lance. You sound like management," Chris said with contempt. Lance started to speak, anger building behind his exterior. He was trying to be the mature one, trying to save all their asses, especially Chris's and he was faced with contempt. Chris's apology quickly squashed his anger. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, Lance." Chris took a deep breath before continuing. Never would he have thought that last night would lead him to this hospital, waiting to see if his best friend would make it out alive. "You guys have met Jack, right? Jack Hoffman? Well sometimes I buy drugs off of him," Chris said before being cut off by Justin's gasp. "What? You think I'm some damn saint or something?!" Chris asked Justin angrily. "You can be so damn naive sometimes!" Lance stiffened as Chris shouted at Justin and he cautioned Chris to chill out. Chris took another deep breath and offered Justin a small apology, after which Justin nodded his acceptance.
"We had no idea," JC said in a small voice. "How long have you been doing drugs?" Chris hung his head and replied.
"Well, I met Jack my last year at Universal."
"You've been doing drugs since before we met!?" JC asked, his voice raising in amazement.
"Yeah, but nothing big. Just little stuff like poppers and things, never cocaine or anything like that!" Chris said in defense of himself. "And just at parties. I never took them if I was going on stage or meeting fans or anything."
"So you got the...what did you call them earlier? Roofies?" Lance asked for clarification. Chris nodded and Lance continued, "You got the roofies from Jack? They're illegal, how did he get them?"
"I don't know!" Chris replied in exasperation. "I never asked him. Anyway...they didn't cost much. He gave me a full bottle...ten pills. He said something about how many milligrams were in each pill, but I didn't pay any attention. I had used them once or twice before and one pill would last for about two hours. You can make a person do some weird shit on that stuff. I...I just wanted to see what would happen to Joe if he took more than one. I never thought that he would totally pass out. I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight," he finished lamely.
"That's for damn sure," JC mumbled under his breath before rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. "So what do we tell the police?"
"I don't know, I have to think. I'm gonna go take a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes," Lance said quickly before walking out the door. He was in sore need of fresh air. As he was walking towards the elevators, he heard someone call out his name. He turned slightly to look behind him to find Justin jogging up to him.
"Hi," Justin said softly. "Do you mind if I join you?" Lance shook his head mutely and the two waited for the elevator in silence, people hustling around them. The elevator arrived and they stepped inside, the doors closing quickly behind them. Justin noted with no small amount of relief that the elevator was empty so he turned to Lance and looked at the older boy. In the shiny reflection of the door, Lance saw Justin's movements and he turned to face him. "Do you think they have a camera in here?" Justin whispered. Lance's reply was to look up at the ceiling of the elevator and search for a "hidden camera".
"Nope," Lance whispered back when his search turned up nothing. During his search, Justin had moved closer to him and he needed to lift his head to look the younger man in the face. "Justin." Lance said seconds before Justin's arms closed around him to give him the hug that he desperately needed. The moment Justin's arms closed around him, Lance melted into the embrace. Once again, he placed his head in the crook of Justin's neck, his lips grazing the soft flesh where Justin's shoulder met his neck. He loved this spot; he could live in this spot forever.
"Lance, you know you can cry if you want to," Justin whispered into Lance's soft hair. At Justin's simple offer, Lance's breath caught in his throat. He could feel the build up of tears starting from behind eyes. How he had longed for something like this. Lance had always wanted someone to pull him into a hug and ask to take away all of his pain. Up `till now Lance had always been the one to carry the burdens of the group. Whether Justin realized it or not, Lance had sometimes felt that he was taken for granted by the group, used whenever someone needed a shoulder to cry on or a sound bit of advice. He was the one on the outside. Justin had JC and Chris had Joey, leaving Lance on the outside. It had come as a huge shock to find that Justin had feelings for him; he still had a little tingle of doubt at the back of his mind. Never in a million years, until recently that is, would Lance have guessed that Justin was the one person he had been looking. Sure he had always had a crush on the younger boy, but that his affections would be returned, never!
The ding of the elevator doors opening brought Lance back to reality and he pulled back from the embrace quickly. He wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands before facing front and walking swiftly out of the elevator, Justin at his heels. Lance headed directly to the double doors leading out of the hospital. Justin had to jog to keep up. They didn't notice the glances they received as they exited the building, after all, they were pretty much use to the attention. There was a small garden located near the hospital and Lance found a bench for two next to a large azalea bush. He sat down, leaving room for Justin, who quickly filled the void. They sat for a moment in silence, enjoying the closeness before Justin spoke, worry filling his voice.
"What are we gonna tell the police, Lance?" he asked timidly. He was looking to Lance for answers, putting him back in the role the older boy was quickly coming to despise. Lance shook his head and exhaled loudly.
"I don't know, Justin. I don't know. What do you think?" he asked wanting Justin's opinion. Justin turned slightly to look at Lance in surprise. "What? I want to know what you think."
"Oh, well, um...we have to come up with a story, right?" Justin asked, unsure of what Lance wanted from him. Lance nodded encouragingly and Justin continued, "What if we say that someone else was trying to drug Joe? I mean, they can't prove that it was Chris, can they?"
"I don't know. I guess not," Lance said as he thought about it. As long as there wasn't any evidence pointing towards Chris, the police wouldn't suspect him. "I guess we could say that there may have been someone at the club that wanted to poison him, or something. That is as long as the stuff couldn't be traced back to Chris. I guess we should talk to Jack, ask him to keep his mouth closed."
"Yeah, that's probably a good thing to do anyway," Justin replied and Lance agreed. Jack wasn't someone he could trust to keep quiet on his own.
"God I hate this!" Lance suddenly exploded, catching Justin by surprise. "It seems like we have to work double time to keep this from everyone. Instead of focusing on Joey's life, we have to worry about this shit being leaked to the media. If the press found out that it was Chris who did this, they would have a field day! It would totally ruin us! We have to lie to the damn police department even though we know where the illegal drugs came from. We are breaking the law just by lying to them." Justin nodded at each point Lance made, suddenly aware that there were several secrets that needed to be kept from the press; secrets that could tear the group apart. He wasn't sure if they, as `N Sync or as best friends, could survive this Chris and Joey thing. Another secret that weighed heavily on his mind was his relationship with Lance. It saddened him that the best thing in his life was marred by the fact that he couldn't share it with anyone else. He didn't know what the guys would say about them, and he certainly didn't want to find out anytime soon. "Okay, let's go. I have some more questions to ask Chris," Lance said before standing up and turning to look down at Justin.
"Okay," Justin said softly before standing up to face Lance. They stood there for a moment, looking at each other. They took that moment to ignore reality and in the relatively deserted garden, Justin reached up to cup Lance's face. Lance offered Justin a small smile and Justin returned it full force. "I love you, Lance," he said. Justin watched with pleasure as Lance's face softened, full of emotion. Lance reached up to cup Justin's hand that lay on his cheek. He gave it a gentle squeeze and replied, his deep voice resonated with emotion.
"God, I love you too, Justin." As one, they turned and walked back towards the hospital, side by side. Every so often, their hands would brush each other and electrical surges rushed throughout their bodies. They reentered the waiting room to find JC pacing back and forth. Chris still occupied the same chair he had been in earlier, his head in his hands. "Chris?" Lance called softly. Chris looked up at Lance, his expression haunted. `He looks so lost,' Lance thought to himself as he looked at Chris. "I think I know what to tell the police, but we've all got to stand by it and I have to ask you a few more questions, okay?"
"Okay," Chris agreed his voice low and hoarse.
"Is there anyway they can retrace the roofies back to you?" Lance questioned.
"I...I don't think so. I threw the bottle away as soon as I dumped.dumped the pills into Joe's drink," Chris stated, trying to remember the most elusive events of the previous night.
"You threw the bottle into the trash?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, here's what we're gonna tell the police. It may seem totally stupid, but it's all I can think of," Lance said. At everyone's nod he continued, "Neither of you were aware that the drug was in Joey's drink. Someone else, we'll let the police worry about who, put the stuff in Joey's drink. Since you threw away the bottle, there's no evidence that it was you. There is one thing though," Lance paused, looking at Chris, "you have to call Jack and tell him to keep his mouth shut. I'm gonna go call Johnny now, before the police get here. I'm sure that if needed, Johnny and Jive will be willing to pay Jack something if he isn't sure he should keep quiet." Chris nodded his understanding, ready to do anything to keep the cops' focus off of him.
"I'll do it right now," Chris said as he stood up and walked out of the room. Lance sighed heavily and followed Chris's footsteps to make the dreaded call to Johnny. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay, there ya go! I struggled to find a place to end this one, so it stopped when I got tired. :) Y'all let me know what you thought about this chapter, okay? I think I'm starting to get a good idea of where this is going, but I still want to know what y'all think. nsajscgirl@yahoo.com Talk to y'all later! Robin :)