Right before NSA is released...

I watched as he made his way around the room. He seemed so happy, but if you looked close enough you could see how dull his eyes were. I worried about him. Still so young. He's the youngest of us and I have to say he's probably been in this entertainment business longer then any of us. I couldn't help but watch him.

Justin Timberlake. The guy every girl wanted, hell guys for that matter too. To some he was perfection. To others he was fake. His pearly whites, always shining, with the smile, he had perfected when he was 12. His eyes use to shine as bright as his smile, but now. Sighing I turn away looking around the room for the one person who can always take the frown from my lips.

Lance Bass. The love of my life, my constant rock. If it weren't for him, I'd probably have eyes as dull as Justin's as well. He could look at me with a small smile, and make my worst day turn into gold. I watched him as he talked to some hollywood stiff, catching his eye when he looked up. He overed me a small smile, causing my own lips to turn upward. He threw me a wink, before turning back to his conversation.

My eyes went back to my best friend. Sitting in a corner now, by himself, picking at the table cloth. He was looking sickly to me. Bags under his eyes, his skin an ashy color. I made my way though the ground and took the seat next to his. Wrapping a gentle arm around his shoulder, pulling him to me gently. Sighing in relief when he turned into me, instead of pulling away.

I held him close, running my hand through the back of his curls, just sitting there holding him, letting him know I was there when he wanted to talk. I looked up and out over the dance floor, once again catching Lance's eye. Overing him a small weak smile. He didn't return it, instead he frowned and looked the other way.

My brows furrowed at the look, sighing as I looked back down at Justin.

"Josh?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm tired. Can I go back to the hotel?"

"Sure. Do you want me to take you back?"

"No. I.. You should stay with Lance." p> His voice sounded so tired and weak, it was something that I noticed a lot lately. I shook my head. "Lance will understand. I'll be right back, stay right here."

I sat him back in his chair, and when searching through the crowd for Lance. Finding him back at our table. "Hey."

His eyes traveled him my body to come and rest on my own. "Hey yourself."

"Justin's not feeling well, so I'm going to take him back to the hotel."

Lance's frown deepened. "Ok."

"Something wrong?" I'd noticed the frown was on Lance's face a lot these days too.

"Nope, peachy. Go take care of Justin." He was standing and pushing his way through the ground, before I could say anything.

Sighing I turn back around and find my way back to where I left Justin, muttering under my breath. "I love you too."

"Come on Just. Let's get you back to the hotel."

He stood, and we made our way out of the hall, the party was being held out and to our hotel.

Justin rested his head on my shoulder as we sat in the limo. The older brother coming out in me as I pressed my lips to his forehead. Frowning at the clamy feeling. I gently laid my hand against his cheek, his cheek just as clamy as his forehead. Brushing his curls from his face, I pressed my lips to his forehead one last time.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just really tired."

"Are you sure, that's all?"

He just nodded, his eyes closed. When we pulled into the hotel, he was fast asleep. I climbed out of the limo, then gently scooped him up in my arms and made our way into the hotel.

Sighing when Justin curled into me. Something was definitely wrong. And it was killing me that I didn't know, what was bothering my best friend.

Once in the room I laid him out in his bed, and pulled his shoes off. Pulling out some jammies, I stripped him of his jeans, and then slipping the pj pants over his legs and hips. It wasn't an easy task. "Ugh, come on J, work with me here."

Sitting on his thighs, as I pull him up and pull the shirt of his head, letting him lay down on the bed as I grab the shirt. Turning back to him I gasp at the sight of him. He looked like a corpse. So pasty and still clamy feeling. But his hip pone was poking out further then mine, I could clearly see his ribcage. His well toned chest, and stomach, now sunken in.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I gently ran a hand down his side. "God. What are you doing to yourself?"

I felt the shirt snatched from my hand, before I was pushed from the bed. I watched as Justin pulled the shirt of his head quickly, before burrying himself under the covers.

"Justin."

"Go away."

And I did. Cause he wanted me to, and he was one of two i'd do anything for. I made my way down mine and Lance's room. Pulling my clothes off, and slipping into a pair of Lance's jammie's pants, and sweatshirt. I loved sleeping in his clothes, with his arms wrapped around me. I felt completely surrounded by him.

I crawled into bed and laid there, my nose burried in Lance's pillow. It wasn't long before I heard the door open, movement around the room as Lance changed, and then the bed shift as he climbed into bed.

His arms going around me as he snuggled in behind me. "I love you."

He kissed the back of my neck. "I know. I love you too."

We laid their in each others arms, the silence enveloping us. Lance's even breathing letting me know he was asleep. My mind far away and on Justin. I had to find out what was wrong.