Justin, Chris, and Lance all glanced up as Joey came stomping into the room. They looked on shocked as he let the door slam in JC's face. Joey had been so loving and caring to JC before they'd left. They wondered what could have happened from the time that they'd left to go to the doctor and their return. JC had been so tired, even drained of energy during shows. He wasn't eating; the smell of food made him nauseous. Finally Johnny told him he needed to go to the doctor or he couldn't perform the next night. Joey had been worried but JC wouldn't listen to him, he told Joey he just had a bug and it would pass.

"Umm, what's going on Joe?" Lance asked, watching his friend briskly pace back and forth across the room.

Joey stopped and turned to Lance with a scowl. "Why don't you ask the slut over there?" He growled, waving his arm in JC's direction.

JC sat in a chair, looking like he was about to cry as his boyfriend paced and ranted.

"What the hell happened?" Chris shouted, glaring at Joey.

Joey stopped in front of Chris' chair. "Don't fucking yell at me. You wanna know let the whore over there tell you what he did." He sneered, pointing in his boyfriend's direction.

"Joey shut the fuck up. JC's not a slut. What the fuck's your problem?" Justin demanded grabbing Joey's arm and turning him around.

Joey stepped closer to Justin, their faces inches apart. "Don't fuck with me right now Justin. You're precious best friend over there did something you'd never forgive Britney for. So don't go getting all up in my shit until you know what he did." Joey harshly replied.

"Jesus Joe, you act like he cheated on you or something." Lance said, rolling his eyes at Joey.

Nobody noticed when Justin's face paled and he dropped into a chair.

Joey grabbed Lance bye the shirt, pulling him up as close as possible to him. "He fucking did! But that's not even the best part. Is it JC?" Joey asked icily, dropping Lance's shirt and turning on JC.

JC looked up at Joey, tears pooling in his eyes. "Please Joey. I'm sorry, it was one time. It will never happen again." JC pleaded, knotting his hands together.

"Damn straight it won't happen again. You won't tell me who it was so I'll find out on my own. When I do the son of a bitch will wish he'd kept his dick in his pants." Joey snarled, as Justin paled further.

Chris stepped forward, placing a hand on Joey's shoulder. "Joey man, calm down. Jayce said he was sorry and it wouldn't happen again. He forgave you when you slept with Wade didn't he?" He placated rubbing Joey's shoulder consolingly.

"Wade didn't fucking knock me up!" Joey spat, knocking Chris' hand off his shoulder.

"What?" Chris nearly shouted.

"Oh shit. How is that possible?" Lance queried.

Justin who had been about to stand fell back to the chair and just catching the edge fell on his ass.

Joey gave a harsh bark of laughter. "Oh believe it or not it's possible. It turns out there was some kind of weird ass chemical in the stuff he used to streak his hair and it does something to men's genes. He's not the only one. They're trying to keep it quiet though until they figure out what exactly causes it."

"Damn Jayce, guess you should've listened when management didn't want you to change your hair so drastically." Chris said, and spun around looking at Lance fearfully. "Tell me that you didn't use the same shit on your hair."

Lance snickered and cuffed Chris on the shoulder. "No Chris, and besides if one of us were to get pregnant it would be you and you haven't done anything to your hair."

"Oh phew, I got so scared there for a minute that I forgot." Chris said, laughing nervously.

Joey shot Chris a disgusted look. "This isn't fucking funny!"

"Jayce man, I'm sorry." Lance said, giving JC a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks." JC whispered, glancing quickly up at Lance and then back down at the floor.

Joey began pacing the room again and punching his fist into his hand. "Fuck! This is so goddamn messed up! He could've had a pill to get rid of that thing but he wouldn't do it. I'm gonna find the bastard that did this and rip his fucking balls off and feed them to him!" Joey shouted, as Justin crossed his legs and slid down in his chair.

"Joe, how do you know it isn't yours?" Lance asked, watching Justin curiously when he frowned at Lance's question.

Joey slumped down against the wall, sliding to the floor. "Because, we've never gotten that far. He wanted to wait. He said he'd never done that before. So he goes and gives somebody else what should've been mine." He said, pounding his fists on his knees.

"Oh fuck." Justin whispered, glancing at JC who was looking sadly at him.

Lance's eye's widened as he watched JC and Justin. He prayed what he was thinking was wrong, but he was almost positive he was right.

"I can't take anymore of this right now. I need a drink." Joey said, heading toward the door.

"Joey." JC said, starting to stand.

Joey stopped him with a raised hand. "No, I can't deal with you or this right now. Justin, you'll give him a ride home won't you?" Joey asked, as he continued toward the door.

"Sure, not like it's out of the way. We live in the same house." Justin replied, sighing in relief as the door closed behind Joey.

Chris giggled, wrapping an arm around Lance's shoulder. "Well, this has certainly been an interesting day."

"Yeah I guess we can go home, since obviously we won't be working on any choreography today." Lance said, rising from the sofa and holding a hand out to pull Chris up.

"See ya." Chris and Lance said in unison as they headed for the door hand in hand.

Justin and JC both mumbled their goodbye's neither daring to look at each other.

Justin sighed after his friends left and turned to JC. "What the hell is going on JC?" He asked, praying that JC had some logical explanation.

"Exactly what it looks like Justin." JC replied sarcastically.

Justin began pacing the same path as Joey had earlier.

"God Justin, will you please stand still you're making me nauseous with the constant movement." JC complained, holding his head between his hands.

Justin rushed to JC's side, dropping to his knees beside the chair. "Shit I'm sorry JC. Are you ok?" He asked, stroking JC's hair.

"Yeah, just stay still." JC said.

Justin continued running his fingers through JC's hair. "Jayce, who all have you slept with?" He asked hesitantly, not really sure he wanted to know.

"Oh god Justin, don't you start calling me a slut too." JC cried, burying his face in his hands.

"No, no JC I don't think you're a slut. I just wanted to be sure that Joey was right ya know. I'd never say anything like that." Justin crooned, rubbing the back of JC's neck.

JC took a shuddery breath. "It's yours Justin. I promise. I've never been with another guy. Just you, that night that I caught Joey with Wade. God, why'd we get so drunk?" JC asked, looking to the ceiling, not really expecting an answer.

"What are you gonna do JC?" Justin asked, closing his eyes and leaning his head against JC"s shoulder.

"What am I gonna do? Jesus Justin, don't tell me you expect me to take that damn abortion pill too. Joey I can kind of understand, but this is a part of you too." JC said, pressing his hands to his stomach.

Justin placed one of his hands over JC's. "No that's not what I meant JC. I meant what are you going to do about Joey? Are you going to stay with him? Are you going to tell him that I'm the . . . that it's mine."

JC took a deep breath and looked into Justin's eyes.