| Author: Minnie Rating: PG-13 to R Fandom: *NSYNC Category: Gen - Lance, Slash - various pairings Disclaimer: F-I-C-T-I-O-N. All made up. Not true. I don't know them nor do I know what goes on (or what went on) in their heads. Don't sue. Note: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Dedicated to the SDB fandom. Archive Start Date: 3/15/2003 Drabble #1 - 3/15/2003 (Lance, JC) Words: stained glass, competence, condone JC's paint-tipped fingers absently touch the table, leaving splotches of color on its glass top. Random patterns, pretty as dreams. Lance's palm hovers above the stained glass – he doesn't want to clean it – and the colors disappear. The plain, transparent surface looks strange and unreal. Lance thinks there's something wrong with his palm and brings it up for a closer inspection. He sees hard lines drawn there, lines that speak of competence and determination. Of gray reality and black and white failure. Lance keeps looking, keeps trying to see past the lines. He keeps trying because he can't condone failure. Drabble #2 - 3/16/2003 (Lance, Justin) Words: organic, melancholy, apathetic "Whatcha studyin'?" Justin's tone is glum and Lance knows he's homesick again. "Organic chemistry." Lance doesn't reach out and comfort but buries his head deeper into the book. "Why? I don't have to study for that." Lance thinks if chemistry was on Justin's list, he'd pick it up faster than Lance could. Justin always did. Singing, dancing, everything. "Lance! Laaaance! I'm -- melancholy." "You get into the thesaurus again?" Lance looks up, cool and distant. "You're. So apathetic." Justin's whining and Lance just wants him to stop. "And you're a quick study." He pretends there's no jealousy in his voice. Drabble #3 - 3/20/2003 (Lance/Justin) Words: bite, crafty, crestfallen "Come here. I don't bite." Sex and innocence in your voice and you wait for him to fall like all the others did. "Really." Cool sarcasm in his tone and it's damn patronizing. "I don't." Small voice now. You add your best crestfallen look and slump your shoulders in defeat. Perfect. "Justin." The amused shake of his head tells you it wasn't quite perfect. You might be crafty but he knows you. Silence and you lick your lips and think of something else to say. You don't have to because Lance is kissing you. You don’t bite. But he does. Drabble #4 - 4/8/03 (Lance) Lance schedules his breakdown on a Tuesday. Scheduling's an ingrained habit and he doesn't like breaking it, even if it involves him falling apart. He figures he's not that that fucked in the head because he's aware of what he's doing. It's a choice, his choice. And Tuesday is clear for him. Nothing going on. He barely stops to ask himself if a sane man would choose to do this. He types in "Fall apart" on his PDA and puts a box next to it. He'll check the box once the thing is done and move onto the next task. Drabble #5 - 4/8/03 (Lance/JC) JC wants to be gentle, wants his hands, his fingers, his mouth to worship Lance's smooth, porcelain skin. Works of art deserve no less in his mind. Wispy almost-touches, hovering in reverence over Lance's well-toned, perfect form. "Don't." Lance's voice is rough, coated with impatience. He doesn't have time for softness. Doesn't want it. Too much vulnerability, too much meaning in that and he just wants a quick fuck. JC looks at him, startled. Hurt. His hands fall to the sides and the remnants of a dream crash. JC understands what this is now. "Oh." He wants to break Lance. Drabble #6 - 4/8/2003 (Lance/Justin) Justin's moving to the top, leaving the rest behind. Lance knows Justin doesn't think of it that way, doesn't think in terms of everyone else standing still while he goes on. Justin simply thinks "I want this" and reaches for it until he gets it. Lance isn't moving, not to the top, not to the bottom. He's just in This Place. He names it that because it sounds better than Limbo. Justin reaches out and grabs Lance's arm, pulling him into a hug and whispering, "I'm glad you're here." This Place suddenly becomes Beside Justin. Lance is fine with that. HOME MISCELLANEOUS FICTION FAN FICTION |
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