I place JC on the bed, go back to the bathroom, grab a towel and return to his bed. He has curled himself into a tiny little ball on the bed well as tiny as someone his height can get anyway. I drap the towel over him and gently start to dry him off, when he starts whimpering I stop and look down at him. Tears are streaming down his face but no other sound was coming from him.

(What the hell did he do to you? Why are you reacting this way? I really wish I knew, maybe I could help you if I knew."

I continue to dry him off, then head for my bag to find some clothes for him. I pull out a pair of sweats and a wifebeater (hope these fit). I walk back over and put the clothes on him then sit next to him on the bed, gently rubbing his back. He relaxes a bit and rolls towards me. I look down at his face and realize he has fallen asleep. I get up, grab the comforter off my bed, climb back onto the bed with him, lie down, wrap the blanket around the both of us, and pull him next to me. I lay there for a long time just holding him.

***Lance***

"Hello?"

"Lance?"

"Yes," Heavy sigh.

"So...."

"Look, I haven't been alone with him yet. It's not like I can do it with the other two standing around, you know?"

"Yeah, well....You have until tomorrow night. If it isn't done by then I'll have your friend JC taken care of."

"What? No...You leave him alone. He didn't do anything to deserve any of this shit."

"You just worry about taking care of that nosy little Timberlake. You take care of him and nothing will happen to JC or your mother. You got it?"

"Yes, I'll take care of it."

"Good, you have til tomorrow night. I'm gonna give you a call at 10 pm. It better be done by then."

"Yes sir."

"Now...That's what I like to hear."

***Mark and JC***

I wake up to a pounding on my door and DJ yelling, "Mark....Get your lazy ass up and answer the door. I know you're in there."

I move to get up only to realize that JC had damn near crawled on top of me. He had a leg thrown over mine, his head was up on my right shoulder and his body was draped over mine. (Guess I ain't getting up for a while, not that I mind.)

"Rodney...You got the extra keys right?" DJ hollered.

"Yeah, hang on a minute."

"Man...There better be a damn good reason you're not answering this door. I'm gonna kick your scrawny little ass." DJ ranted.

They get the door open and I wave from my spot on the bed, "Now that you're in here, try to keep the yelling down. I think he's still asleep."

JC squirms a bit, "Asleep? Who could sleep with all that racket?" He scoots off my body, but not completely off, "Sorry, I didn't realize I..."

I squeezed him a bit, "It's ok, I didn't mind." (Nope didn't mind at all. You can move back if you want.) I look at DJ, "What was the big deal with you? Why'd you need in here so bad?"

Glen steps into the room and DJ says, "The doc's been hanging in my room and I'm getting ready to head for dinner. You two left the guy in the hall all day."

"What time is it?" I look around the room and realize it must be dark out because the lights were a lot more noticable than they had been when I fell asleep.

"About 7 pm man." Murphy states. "You two have been asleep most of the day."

"Damn," I smile and squeeze JC a little.

He groans.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Not too much, just don't squeeze so hard next time." He moves his hand, that's under the blanket and under my shirt, over my stomach (Shit...you gotta stop doing shit like that or you're gonna get more than a squeeze.).

"K. I'll try not to."

Rodney narrows his eyes, "We came to see if you two wanted anything to eat. We're running across the street with the rest of the Nsync guys."

JC look up nervously, "Where is he?"

"Uh? Who?" Rodney asks.

DJ shakes his head, "Who the hell are we hiding him from? Man...sometimes..."

"Oh...right. He's downstairs with the others I guess. Joey called us from the lobby." Murphy states.

"No...I don't think that would be a good idea. Lance might wonder why you're bringing two meals back instead of just one." I answer. "Thanks for the offer though. I think we'll just get something from room service."

JC nods his head blushing, "Probably a good idea."

"Ok...Well...Don't do anything I wouldn't do," DJ states as the three of them leave.

"You're not going with them Glen?" I ask.

"No...If I tag along Lance'll know exactly where he's at. I'll give them a few minutes then head out to get something with a couple of the bodyguards."

JC squeezes me a bit and whispers, "I gotta use the bathroom man."

"Well...Move over a bit and I'll help you." I reply.

He scoots off, I get up and we head to the bathroom. While we're in the bathroom I hear a knock at the door, which Glen answers.

"Hey guys, I'm heading out. I'll be back in a bit. Try not to fall asleep again without me having a way back in."

"The key's on the tv man, just take it and let yourself back in when you get back. I'll go down later and get another key."

"K. Thanks...See you in a bit."

JC leans back against me, "Alone at last, what shall we do with ourselves."

(What the hell...I thought he was with Lance...I'm sooo confused.) "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?" He finishes up, heads towards the sink and looks at me through the mirror. "Damn, Mark...What is it?"

"I shake my head. I don't know...I think...Shit...I just assumed..."

"What? You assumed what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Well...The way the guys talk...It's like you and Lance....Well...That you're a ....couple." I blush.

He smiles, "Hell no. He's not my type."

"Ok, now I'm really confused."

"Look...Why don't we order some dinner and I'll explain what I can about what's going on."