Chapter 85

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Chapter 85

Lance walked into his room with JC, a smile on his face after teasing Emily about how easy it was to "forget being an angel and use cool four letter words" when coming into contact with Ken. She'd agreed, and promptly used some of those four letter words, acting very unladylike and not very much like an angel in the process.

"You're so bad," JC said, shaking his head. "I can't believe you taught that poor girl how to really swear. You two are supposed to be ANGELS!"

"No, I'm not," Lance corrected. "She is. I'm just sort of this...being."

JC rolled his eyes. "Sure, Lance, sure."

Lance stuck out his tongue and JC grabbed it. "Ey, leggo my dung," Lance said, pulling away.

JC shook his head. "Uh uh."

Lance tugged and finally got his tongue away from JC's fingers. "Jerk," he muttered, wiggling it around a little.

"Aww, it was cute! You couldn't talk!" JC said. "Leggo my dung," he mocked.

Lance scowled and shoved JC away from him. "Shut up," he said, folding his arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry," JC said, still smiling.

"No you're not," he muttered, sitting down on the bed.

JC flopped down next to him. "Yes I am," he said. Lance shook his head. JC stopped the movement with his hands. "Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am!"

Lance shook his head out of JC's grip. "No you're not!"

JC poked him in the stomach and smiled at the way Lance giggled a little before stiffening. "Yes I AM!"

"No you're NOT!"

"Yes I AM!" JC repeated, poking Lance with every word.

Lance swatted JC's hand away. "Lemme alone." He sighed. "You ain't. Annoyance," he muttered.

JC grinned mischievously and jumped off the bed. Lance looked at him oddly and JC sighed. "I know, I'm horrible..." he backed away towards the door.

Lance rolled his eyes, not seeing the grin on his boyfriend's face. "No, Josh--"

"I'm an evil annoying person who's not sorry--" JC cut himself off as he suddenly ran towards the bed, on top of Lance.

"0JOSH! You AREN'T sorry! And you're STILL annoying!"

"Yes I am...wait, no I'm not...uh, yes I...HEY! That's not FAIR!" JC frowned and thought for a second. "I AM sorry, and I'm NOT annoying." Lance opened his mouth but JC quickly covered it with a long, hard kiss. "So there," he said. "Am I still annoying?"

Lance shook his head and pulled JC closer. "Uh uh."

*****

"Okay. Countersuing for...what, $25 million?" Justin asked. "That sounds so...little compared to what they want from us."

"They aren't going to get it," Lance said firmly.

"What if they do?" Justin asked softly. "We wouldn't be able to recover from that. The way they're making us out...it's like we're greedy, like we don't want...we're turning our backs on them..."

"You ain't," Lance said, shaking his head. "Your fans will believe anything you guys say. You know it, I know it, and Lou and his friends know it. Now...you guys should probably--"

"Why do you keep saying 'you guys,' Lance?" Chris asked quietly. "This is your fight too. We wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Lance reddened. "You could've--"

"No," Joey said, shaking his head. "We want you back in the group."

Lance blushed even more and looked down at the papers on the table. He pointed to a line. "Y...WE should probably write an official statement and all that, and like...um, written documents in the counterclaim...one of you guys should write one..."

"JC," Justin said immediately.

JC spoke for the first time. "Me?! What?"

Chris laughed. "Wake up, Sleepy. They'll take you more seriously then they will us. Can you imagine them reading a statement from JOEY?"

"Hey!" Joey interjected.

"It's true," Justin informed him.

Joey thought about that. "Well, yeah, but..."

Lance smiled. "Okay, so we agree on Josh doin' the input from you guys."

"My Mom said she'd do something," Justin said. "She's as mad about the money thing as we are, naturally."

"Yeah, okay," Lance agreed. "And um, Johnny would probably do one, right?" The others nodded slowly. He sighed and banged his head against the table. "This is crazy."

*****

JC had his lips pursed and his brow furrowed in concentration as he scribbled on a piece of paper. "Greedy...sophisticated...businessman...no, no...*unscrupulous* greedy and sophisticated businessman..." he muttered. JC wrinkled his nose. "I wonder if that sounds too...wordy..." he muttered, reading it. "Maybe they'd accept fat greedy lying son of a bitch bastard fuckhead. Hmm." He sighed and laid his head on the table. "This sucks."

Chris' leg bounced up in down in time to the noise coming from the Nintendo. "Come on, left, right...left...up...side...damn! Mario, you suck, man. No more meatballs. You ain't gonna get Princess Fungi lookin' like that." He immediately started a new game, knowing that if he stopped, he'd think about THAT, and he was TIRED of thinking about it. He pursed his lips and turned down the sound so he didn't wake any of the others.

He knew JC wasn't sleeping. The younger man had thrown himself into his music and into Lance to keep his mind off of "it." He shut himself up in a little studio and wrote, whether it be songs, melodies, hooks, or tinkering with the keyboard, even. Writing new songs because the bastards at TransCon had taken his away from him. Chris furrowed his brow as he thought about JC. Now he was writing that...thing to help get away from Lou, the Lou that Chris himself had befriended in the beginning, and now it was all his fault that they were in the mess to begin with...In his way of thinking, it was only a matter of time before the rest of them remembered that little detail...it was his fault...

He kept his mouth shut for the sake of the others. Mentally, he screamed. "Left, right...up...side...left again...Keep your mind in the games, Kirkpatrick...that's the only place you belong..."


	Inner Reflection \| home back to Sent From Above Chapter 85 Lance walked into his room with JC, a smile on his face after teasing Emily about how easy it was to "forget being an angel and use cool four letter words" when coming into contact with Ken. She'd agreed, and promptly used some of those four letter words, acting very unladylike and not very much like an angel in the process. "You're so bad," JC said, shaking his head. "I can't believe you taught that poor girl how to really swear. You two are supposed to be ANGELS!" "No, I'm not," Lance corrected. "She is. I'm just sort of this...being." JC rolled his eyes. "Sure, Lance, sure." Lance stuck out his tongue and JC grabbed it. "Ey, leggo my dung," Lance said, pulling away. JC shook his head. "Uh uh." Lance tugged and finally got his tongue away from JC's fingers. "Jerk," he muttered, wiggling it around a little. "Aww, it was cute! You couldn't talk!" JC said. "Leggo my dung," he mocked. Lance scowled and shoved JC away from him. "Shut up," he said, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry," JC said, still smiling. "No you're not," he muttered, sitting down on the bed. JC flopped down next to him. "Yes I am," he said. Lance shook his head. JC stopped the movement with his hands. "Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am!" Lance shook his head out of JC's grip. "No you're not!" JC poked him in the stomach and smiled at the way Lance giggled a little before stiffening. "Yes I AM!" "No you're NOT!" "Yes I AM!" JC repeated, poking Lance with every word. Lance swatted JC's hand away. "Lemme alone." He sighed. "You ain't. Annoyance," he muttered. JC grinned mischievously and jumped off the bed. Lance looked at him oddly and JC sighed. "I know, I'm horrible..." he backed away towards the door. Lance rolled his eyes, not seeing the grin on his boyfriend's face. "No, Josh--" "I'm an evil annoying person who's not sorry--" JC cut himself off as he suddenly ran towards the bed, on top of Lance. "0JOSH! You AREN'T sorry! And you're STILL annoying!" "Yes I am...wait, no I'm not...uh, yes I...HEY! That's not FAIR!" JC frowned and thought for a second. "I AM sorry, and I'm NOT annoying." Lance opened his mouth but JC quickly covered it with a long, hard kiss. "So there," he said. "Am I still annoying?" Lance shook his head and pulled JC closer. "Uh uh." *** "Okay. Countersuing for...what, $25 million?" Justin asked. "That sounds so...little compared to what they want from us." "They aren't going to get it," Lance said firmly. "What if they do?" Justin asked softly. "We wouldn't be able to recover from that. The way they're making us out...it's like we're greedy, like we don't want...we're turning our backs on them..." "You ain't," Lance said, shaking his head. "Your fans will believe anything you guys say. You know it, I know it, and Lou and his friends know it. Now...you guys should probably--" "Why do you keep saying 'you guys,' Lance?" Chris asked quietly. "This is your fight too. We wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Lance reddened. "You could've--" "No," Joey said, shaking his head. "We want you back in the group." Lance blushed even more and looked down at the papers on the table. He pointed to a line. "Y...WE should probably write an official statement and all that, and like...um, written documents in the counterclaim...one of you guys should write one..." "JC," Justin said immediately. JC spoke for the first time. "Me?! What?" Chris laughed. "Wake up, Sleepy. They'll take you more seriously then they will us. Can you imagine them reading a statement from JOEY?" "Hey!" Joey interjected. "It's true," Justin informed him. Joey thought about that. "Well, yeah, but..." Lance smiled. "Okay, so we agree on Josh doin' the input from you guys." "My Mom said she'd do something," Justin said. "She's as mad about the money thing as we are, naturally." "Yeah, okay," Lance agreed. "And um, Johnny would probably do one, right?" The others nodded slowly. He sighed and banged his head against the table. "This is crazy." *** JC had his lips pursed and his brow furrowed in concentration as he scribbled on a piece of paper. "Greedy...sophisticated...businessman...no, no...unscrupulous greedy and sophisticated businessman..." he muttered. JC wrinkled his nose. "I wonder if that sounds too...wordy..." he muttered, reading it. "Maybe they'd accept fat greedy lying son of a bitch bastard fuckhead. Hmm." He sighed and laid his head on the table. "This sucks." * Chris' leg bounced up in down in time to the noise coming from the Nintendo. "Come on, left, right...left...up...side...damn! Mario, you suck, man. No more meatballs. You ain't gonna get Princess Fungi lookin' like that." He immediately started a new game, knowing that if he stopped, he'd think about THAT, and he was TIRED of thinking about it. He pursed his lips and turned down the sound so he didn't wake any of the others. He knew JC wasn't sleeping. The younger man had thrown himself into his music and into Lance to keep his mind off of "it." He shut himself up in a little studio and wrote, whether it be songs, melodies, hooks, or tinkering with the keyboard, even. Writing new songs because the bastards at TransCon had taken his away from him. Chris furrowed his brow as he thought about JC. Now he was writing that...thing to help get away from Lou, the Lou that Chris himself had befriended in the beginning, and now it was all his fault that they were in the mess to begin with...In his way of thinking, it was only a matter of time before the rest of them remembered that little detail...it was his fault... He kept his mouth shut for the sake of the others. Mentally, he screamed. "Left, right...up...side...left again...Keep your mind in the games, Kirkpatrick...that's the only place you belong..."