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Chapter 4a

Day One

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Lance didn't remember getting up to his room once the fans had left. He had been half-asleep by the time they had all left, so he assumed that someone had dragged him upstairs. However, he couldn't have told anyone who asked just who it was. He secretly hoped it had been JC, even though he knew that dream was a fantasy not likely to come true. Still, it was a good dream.

"She said three days," Lance muttered to himself as he sat in his room later that night. He was wide-awake NOW. "Three days from the time he drinks the stuff. I still can't believe I accepted a POTION from a Voodoo Queen, and signed that stupid contract. If this fails-as it likely will-what will she want with me? I hope signing that thing was worth it!" A knock sounded on his door just then, startling him out of his musings.

"Lance?" Chris called through the door.

"Yo!" Lance called back. Chris laughed. Lance wasn't usually so informal, and when he was, it was a sign he was in a good mood.

"We're heading out to a club, even Josh. You coming?"

"Sure," Lance said, surprising himself. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready. JOSH is coming you said?" Lance couldn't believe they had gotten JC to come. He almost never came with them when they went out!

"Yeah-- don't ask me how we got him to, either. He just kinda announced it." Chris and Lance shared a quick laugh. "We're in Justin's room when you're done," Chris yelled as he walked away, presumably back to Justin's room to wait for him. Lance quickly hopped in the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he was totally ready and standing in front of Justin's door. He knocked and was yanked in the room by Joey.

"He joins us!" Justin teased, pretending to faint in shock.

"Hey, I come more often than Josh does!" Lance protested, glancing over at his friend. JC didn't *look* any different. Maybe the potion hadn't worked after all. Then again, he *was* coming out clubbing with them...

"True," Chris responded, nodding in response to Lance's protest. "Mr. Sleepy over there almost never comes with us. Lance comes about twice as often as Mr. Sleepy."

"CHRIS!"

"Where are we going, anyway?" JC asked with a yawn, trying to break up the brewing arguement between Lance and Chris.

"A club," Justin told him. JC narrowed his eyes as Justin grinned wider. He loved pissing Josh off.

"Cute, Justin. Real cute. And soooo three-years-old."

"But you wuv me," Justin said, batting his eyelashes. Everyone started laughing as JC punched Justin, who flicked Joey, who nailed Chris, who gave Lance a noogie, who kicked JC. The ringing of the phone brought the wrestling men out of their dogpile about ten minutes later. A collective groan went up as Justin answered it.

"Hello?" Justin laughed as Lance leaned over to tickle Justin. "Hey, Lon! Yeah, yeah-- we're coming. LONNIE! Don't even go there, man... Lonnie, if you don't shove something in that mouth of yours... OH MY GOD! My innocent ears..." the others lost it at this point. Justin glared at them before turning his attention back to the phone. "What would my mother say to you putting all these notions in mah head?" Justin sounded exactly like Scarlett O'Hara would, setting the other four off yet again. Justin listened for a while before turning red, while fighting laughter. It was a losing battle. "Shut up!" He suddenly yelled at Lonnie as he hung up the phone, still laughing. He turned to the others, who were swallowing their own laughter.

"Well?" Lance demanded.

"Our bodyguards are waiting for us downstairs," Justin finally said. The others all sighed and untangled themselves.

"Just when we're having fun," Joey complained.

"Lonnie seems to think we have too MUCH fun," Justin said meaningfully. The others' mouths all dropped open.

"That was disgusting!" the other four all yelled at once.

"I am going to kick Lonnie's ass when we get downstairs," JC vowed, then stopped to think about what he had just said. "Correction- - I am going to attempt to kick Lonnie's ass and will get mine kicked instead."

"You've got a point, Josh, other than the one on top of your head," Joey grinned. "But we have to think of something." Lance watched JC as his face went white for a minute, then went back to it's normal color. It happened almost too fast for Lance to notice it, but he was studying JC so intently that it was hard to miss.

"Why don't we just leave it for a while, and make them think we've forgotten?" Chris suggested. The plan was agreed upon, as was the motion to discuss revenge at a later date. As they all filed out of the hotel room, Lance shot yet another look over at JC. And to his surprise, JC was looking right back.

*****

The club was exactly like most other clubs- noisy, smoky, and FUN. Lance made sure to stay somewhat close to JC, even though the older man showed no effects of the potion he had been slipped. Lance sighed to himself and started to retreat into his own mind when he felt a hand on his arm. He glanced over at a pair of blue eyes.

"Wanna dance?" JC asked. Lance's mouth fell open, but he nodded. Maybe the potion *had* worked, after all! He allowed JC to lead him onto the dance floor, where they soon joined the ranks of those gyrating bodies. No words were spoken, but Lance could sense JC's contentment. He grinned to himself. Things were looking up!

"What's up?" Lance asked JC once they were on the floor.

"What do you mean?"

"You've never asked me to dance before."

"I wanted to tonight," JC said softly, leaning in close. Lance gulped slightly as JC continued. "I want YOU tonight."

"What?" Lance demanded.

"I want you, Lance," JC repeated. Lance's eyebrows raised. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was good enough for him!

"Do you wanna leave?" Lance asked and JC nodded. "Just let me go tell Chris we're leaving." Lance quickly walked away, not wanting JC to see the triumphant look that came over his face. The potion was working!

"Lance!" he heard faintly. He turned to see Chris and Joey dancing not far away.

"Josh and I are taking off," Lance yelled over the music. "Sleepy Spice is at it again."

"See you tomorrow!" Joey yelled back. Lance returned to JC's side and the two of them left together. On the way back to the hotel, Lance was jumpy. He couldn't believe this was actually working! The cab pulled up in front of the hotel and Lance paid the driver before turning ot find JC asleep. He sighed and dragged his friend out of the cab and into the room JC was in. He put JC on the bed and stood back, waiting to see if JC woke up. JC continued sleeping and Lance sighed.

*So much for tonight. Day one is over with.*


	Inner Reflection \| home back to The Eyes of the Cat Chapter 4a Day One ******************* Lance didn't remember getting up to his room once the fans had left. He had been half-asleep by the time they had all left, so he assumed that someone had dragged him upstairs. However, he couldn't have told anyone who asked just who it was. He secretly hoped it had been JC, even though he knew that dream was a fantasy not likely to come true. Still, it was a good dream. "She said three days," Lance muttered to himself as he sat in his room later that night. He was wide-awake NOW. "Three days from the time he drinks the stuff. I still can't believe I accepted a POTION from a Voodoo Queen, and signed that stupid contract. If this fails-as it likely will-what will she want with me? I hope signing that thing was worth it!" A knock sounded on his door just then, startling him out of his musings. "Lance?" Chris called through the door. "Yo!" Lance called back. Chris laughed. Lance wasn't usually so informal, and when he was, it was a sign he was in a good mood. "We're heading out to a club, even Josh. You coming?" "Sure," Lance said, surprising himself. "Just give me a few minutes to get ready. JOSH is coming you said?" Lance couldn't believe they had gotten JC to come. He almost never came with them when they went out! "Yeah-- don't ask me how we got him to, either. He just kinda announced it." Chris and Lance shared a quick laugh. "We're in Justin's room when you're done," Chris yelled as he walked away, presumably back to Justin's room to wait for him. Lance quickly hopped in the shower. Fifteen minutes later, he was totally ready and standing in front of Justin's door. He knocked and was yanked in the room by Joey. "He joins us!" Justin teased, pretending to faint in shock. "Hey, I come more often than Josh does!" Lance protested, glancing over at his friend. JC didn't look any different. Maybe the potion hadn't worked after all. Then again, he was coming out clubbing with them... "True," Chris responded, nodding in response to Lance's protest. "Mr. Sleepy over there almost never comes with us. Lance comes about twice as often as Mr. Sleepy." "CHRIS!" "Where are we going, anyway?" JC asked with a yawn, trying to break up the brewing arguement between Lance and Chris. "A club," Justin told him. JC narrowed his eyes as Justin grinned wider. He loved pissing Josh off. "Cute, Justin. Real cute. And soooo three-years-old." "But you wuv me," Justin said, batting his eyelashes. Everyone started laughing as JC punched Justin, who flicked Joey, who nailed Chris, who gave Lance a noogie, who kicked JC. The ringing of the phone brought the wrestling men out of their dogpile about ten minutes later. A collective groan went up as Justin answered it. "Hello?" Justin laughed as Lance leaned over to tickle Justin. "Hey, Lon! Yeah, yeah-- we're coming. LONNIE! Don't even go there, man... Lonnie, if you don't shove something in that mouth of yours... OH MY GOD! My innocent ears..." the others lost it at this point. Justin glared at them before turning his attention back to the phone. "What would my mother say to you putting all these notions in mah head?" Justin sounded exactly like Scarlett O'Hara would, setting the other four off yet again. Justin listened for a while before turning red, while fighting laughter. It was a losing battle. "Shut up!" He suddenly yelled at Lonnie as he hung up the phone, still laughing. He turned to the others, who were swallowing their own laughter. "Well?" Lance demanded. "Our bodyguards are waiting for us downstairs," Justin finally said. The others all sighed and untangled themselves. "Just when we're having fun," Joey complained. "Lonnie seems to think we have too MUCH fun," Justin said meaningfully. The others' mouths all dropped open. "That was disgusting!" the other four all yelled at once. "I am going to kick Lonnie's ass when we get downstairs," JC vowed, then stopped to think about what he had just said. "Correction- - I am going to attempt to kick Lonnie's ass and will get mine kicked instead." "You've got a point, Josh, other than the one on top of your head," Joey grinned. "But we have to think of something." Lance watched JC as his face went white for a minute, then went back to it's normal color. It happened almost too fast for Lance to notice it, but he was studying JC so intently that it was hard to miss. "Why don't we just leave it for a while, and make them think we've forgotten?" Chris suggested. The plan was agreed upon, as was the motion to discuss revenge at a later date. As they all filed out of the hotel room, Lance shot yet another look over at JC. And to his surprise, JC was looking right back. ***** The club was exactly like most other clubs- noisy, smoky, and FUN. Lance made sure to stay somewhat close to JC, even though the older man showed no effects of the potion he had been slipped. Lance sighed to himself and started to retreat into his own mind when he felt a hand on his arm. He glanced over at a pair of blue eyes. "Wanna dance?" JC asked. Lance's mouth fell open, but he nodded. Maybe the potion had worked, after all! He allowed JC to lead him onto the dance floor, where they soon joined the ranks of those gyrating bodies. No words were spoken, but Lance could sense JC's contentment. He grinned to himself. Things were looking up! "What's up?" Lance asked JC once they were on the floor. "What do you mean?" "You've never asked me to dance before." "I wanted to tonight," JC said softly, leaning in close. Lance gulped slightly as JC continued. "I want YOU tonight." "What?" Lance demanded. "I want you, Lance," JC repeated. Lance's eyebrows raised. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was good enough for him! "Do you wanna leave?" Lance asked and JC nodded. "Just let me go tell Chris we're leaving." Lance quickly walked away, not wanting JC to see the triumphant look that came over his face. The potion was working! "Lance!" he heard faintly. He turned to see Chris and Joey dancing not far away. "Josh and I are taking off," Lance yelled over the music. "Sleepy Spice is at it again." "See you tomorrow!" Joey yelled back. Lance returned to JC's side and the two of them left together. On the way back to the hotel, Lance was jumpy. He couldn't believe this was actually working! The cab pulled up in front of the hotel and Lance paid the driver before turning ot find JC asleep. He sighed and dragged his friend out of the cab and into the room JC was in. He put JC on the bed and stood back, waiting to see if JC woke up. JC continued sleeping and Lance sighed. So much for tonight. Day one is over with.