Title:� Breakable
Pairing:� Josh/Lance
Rating:� PG
Notes:� This is a song fic - the song is Breakable by Fisher.� Lyrics are at the end.� Also, this is my first ever NSync slash fiction story... be gentle...� J
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Dedication:�Cora - for putting up my NSync obsession while I put up with her Nascar one; and a special big hug and thank you to Colleen for being my beta.� Thank you!!

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Breakable
by Raven Leann

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"I don't know about this," Bree said to Josh as she touched his facial hair.� "It kinda looks like a skid mark landed on your chin."� He looked at her with hurt in his blue eyes.

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"I like it," he said softly.� "You don't like it?"

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"It's silly looking.� Especially on you."

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"Thanks Bree, I appreciate that," he said coldly.

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"Oh now JC, don't be like that.� I'm only telling you the truth.� You're what, 25 years old?� A little too old to be growing that� thing," she said harshly.

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"Whatever Bree!"

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Josh didn't look surprised when Bree pushed at his shoulders and knocked him down.� He landed flat on his back, breath knocked out of him.� "You're such a baby sometimes!"� She cried out.� "You can't take criticism at all!� I'm just trying to be helpful!"

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"Bree," he wheezed.� She looked at him in surprise, not realizing she had actually knocked him down.� She bent over and grabbed his hands, pulling him up.

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"I'm so sorry.� Are you ok?"� She asked.� He couldn't tell if she was being sincere or not, she was an actress after all.� He pulled his hands from hers and stood up.� He tried to shake it off, but it happened too many times for his taste.� Whenever she got mad she would do something physical to him, hit him on the back or knock him down.� He never hit her back either.� He had every right, he believed that if you dish it out you can take it, but he never once hit her back.

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"I'm fine.� I'm going to bed."� Josh turned on his heels and walked out of he living room, his back hurting a little.� A few minutes after he had brushed his teeth and changed into his bedclothes, Bree came in the bedroom.� "I really am sorry JC," she said.� She wasn't crying though.� She usually cried when she apologized, but this time she looked indifferent.� "Can I stay the night?"

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"You know what Bree, I have an early morning and I need rest.� We can have lunch or something tomorrow, ok?"� Josh said as he climbed into�his bed.� Suddenly he was glad he had never asked her to move in with him, he didn't think he could take knowing he had to sleep in the same bed with her after she had a 'spell.'

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"Yeah, ok," Bree said softly.� "I think we need to talk anyway, so we'll have lunch."� She left the room, and Josh followed her.� Silently she went out the front door of the house and he frowned a little as he locked the door.

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"What's wrong with us JC?"� Bree asked as they sat on his couch.� "There's something wrong and I want to be able to fix it."

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"Bree," he sighed.� He wanted so bad to tell her that he wasn't in love with her, but he didn't know how.� He didn't want to hurt her even though she always hurt him.� He was a nice guy like that.

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"There's something standing between us that's forcing up apart," she whispered dramatically.� She let a single tear fall and Josh felt bad.� He knew she was acting, but he hated to see a woman cry.

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"Don't cry, Bree," he said.� He got up from the couch and went to get her a napkin from the kitchen.� As he was turned to the door he found her standing in the doorway.� "I got you a napkin, hun," he said gently as he walked closer.� "I don't want a napkin!"� She yelled.� Josh flinched and took a step back.� "I wanted you to comfort me not run off to the kitchen!� God, no wonder this relationship sucks!"

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"Maybe it sucks because you take and take and you don't give!"� Josh cried out.� Bree looked at him in anger.

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"Bastard!"� She yelled as she crossed the room and pushed him.� She used all her strength and Josh landed against the refrigerator.� "Who do you think you are?"� She walked to him.� "Huh?� You're not perfect either!"

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"I didn't say I was," he said breathlessly.� "I never said I was."� They locked eyes for a moment.� Bree turned away, walking out of the kitchen.�

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"I need help, JC," he heard her say from the living room.� Josh regained himself and walked to the living room.� She was sitting on the couch, looking dazed.� "I don't mean to be so mean."

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"Maybe you should talk to somebody," he suggested.� She stood up from the couch and went to him.� He was standing by the front door, leaning against it.� She hugged him, and after a moment he returned the hug.�

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"Maybe I should," she said as she let him go.� "I'm gonna leave for awhile, I'll call you later?"� Josh only nodded as he moved from the door.� She opened it and left, and he slammed the door after her.� Josh knew that she wouldn't go see a professional like he meant and he suddenly realized that he might have to be mean to her to get to see that she was scaring him.

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Bree was sitting on a park bench when Lance sat down beside her.� She looked at him and smiled.� "Thanks for meeting me here," she said.

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"You said it was about Josh," Lance said quietly.� Nobody in *NSYNC liked Bree, least of all Lance.� He hated her with a passion and she knew it, and he didn't know why she had called him wanting help.� "I think he wants to end it with me," she said.� "It's breaking my heart.� I love him, and I don't want to lose him."

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"Why do you think he wants to end it?"� Lance asked, slightly perking up at the thought.

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Bree was so lost in herself that she didn't notice the change.� "All we do is fight anymore.� About stupid things he brings up.� I don't know, it's like�he's looking for a way out."

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"I see," Lance said.� He knew the real story though, Josh had called him several times after Bree left his home.� He knew that the littlest thing set Bree off on Josh and Lance had seen the bruises himself.�

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"I don't think he realizes that he's hurting me, when all I want is to love him," she said tearfully.

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"Now, now, Bree," Lance said faking concern.� "I think that you and Josh just need to sit and talk calmly about what's going on in your heads."

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"I think maybe I should just break it off first," she said suddenly.� She looked at Lance.� "What do�you think?"

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"Whatever makes you happy, Bree."

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"It would make me happy not to fight anymore," she whispered.� Lance could tell she meant it, he didn't know why though.� Josh had told him that she always started the fights, that she seemed to thrive on them.�

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"Then stop," Lance whispered back.� "Leave him and go.� Maybe it's the best for you both."� He was looking directly in her eyes as he said it and he hoped she got the message.

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"Maybe."� She stood up and walked off, not giving him a second glance.

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Lance's phone rang, waking him from a restless nap on his couch.� He grabbed the cordless phone from the floor near his head and answered.� "Mmm?"

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"Lance, it's Josh, I didn't mean to wake you."

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"It's ok Josh.� What's up?� Did she-"

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He was going to ask if Bree had roughed him up again but Josh interrupted him.� "Just go open your door," Josh said cryptically.� The line went dead.� Lance sat up and looked at the phone, then at his front door.� It didn't take a genius to know that Josh would be at the other side.� But Lance didn't know in what shape he would be in.� Lance went to the front door and opened it, not surprised to see Josh standing there, but surprised to see a grin on his face.

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"Hi," Lance smiled.� "What's up?"

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"Bree broke up with me.� Can you believe that?"� Josh asked, still grinning.� Lance took a step back and waited for Josh to come inside.� "She said that it was the best for both of us."� Josh moved past Lance and shut the door.� "I think she's right.� It is the best for the two of us."� As Josh kissed Lance on the mouth, Lance couldn't help but agree that she was right.

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The End

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Breakable � Fisher

Do you always have to tell him everything
On your mind?
You know that too much honesty can be
So unkind

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And every time you throw him to the floor
Why are you surprised to see he's breakable?

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You always try to find what's holding him
Away from you
But do you ever see your anger standing there
Right between you?
And every time you throw him to the wall
Why are you surprised to see he's breakable?

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Tell the world that he's breaking your heart
Go tell the world nothing's ever your fault
Go tell them all

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And every time you throw him to the floor
Why are you surprised to see he's breakable?
And every time you throw him to the wall
Why are you surprised to see he's breakable?