Author: Elizabeth
Category: JC/Lance, Joey/Justin but totally later in the story.
Summary: This is AU but they become a band later. Lance�s home caught on fire when he was 12 and his family died. He packed up what little he had left and ran away before social services could get him. On the streets, he meets 10 year old Justin, then 20 year old Chris, 14 year old Joey and 15 year old JC. Soon, these five guys depend on each other and later discover love and a bond that will last forever.
~*~
Lance sat up in bed, crying, smelling smoke, and crying for his mom. He didn�t know what was going on. He remembered his mother kissing him good night then a scream, a beeping and smoke. The smell of smoke came at him like a ton of bricks. He was scared. Lance went to the door and tried to open it. He yelled in pain and held on to his hand. It burned! He grabbed his favorite things and put them in his backpack. He opened up the window with all of his might and crawled out. He jumped down onto the cool grass and ran to the front. His whole house was on fire.
Lance�s eyes widened. �Mommy! Daddy! Stacy!�
A man picked up the boy and put him in an ambulance. Lance continued to cry for his mom.
After Lance was checked for smoke inhalation, he realized something horrible. He might be taken to a foster home, or an orphanage. Lance didn�t want new parents. He wanted his mom and dad.
So Lance did the only thing he could do. That night, he got his backpack and snuck out of the hospital on a journey that would change his life.
~*~*~*~*
Lance ended up sleeping underneath the stars behind an abandoned woodshed. He found it peaceful. His parents had a strong faith in God and believed He did what needed to be done. Lance trusted Him to have taken his family from him. Lance closed his eyes and prayed for the mother, father, and sister he would never have.
The next day, Lance bought a very cheap hat with the money he had and put it on his head, making sure he didn�t look recognizable. He walked a little bit farther when he decided to take a shortcut. He walked through an alley way and turned a corner. He stopped and his eyes took on a hint of sadness. A boy, not much younger than him, stood against the brick wall, holding himself and shaking. He had curly hair that fell down his eyes. He had a small bag with him and was wearing a tattered checkered sweater and jeans. Lance slowly walked towards him.
�Excuse me?�
�No! Don�t make me go back!� The boy had a hint of fear in his bright blue eyes as he moved away from Lance.
�It�s all right, I won�t hurt you.�
�No. You�ll take me back to the orphanage. Please, I can�t go back there!� His small voice quivered.
�Hey. It�s okay I�m a run away too. I won�t make you go back anywhere, I promise.� Lance moved closer to the boy.
The boy looked up into bright green eyes. �Promise.�
�Cross my heart.� He made a cross.
�I�I�m Justin. Justin�Timberlake.�
�James Bass. People call me Lance.�
�Okay, Lance. Why are you running away?�
�My parents died. I didn�t want to be taken to a foster home. Come with me, Justin. We�ll go somewhere far away where we won�t have to worry about foster homes, orphanages, or anything!� Lance�s eyes twinkled.
Justin smiled a bit and finally smiled widely. �You�re my new friend!�
Lance laughed. �Come on, Justin. Let�s escape this dump.� He wrapped an arm around Justin and they headed away from the activity.
~*~
Justin warmed his hands in front of the makeshift fire Lance had made and looked on as the slightly older boy ate a marshmallow.
�Lance?�
�Hmm?�
�I�m hungry.�
Lance licked his lips. �Hold on.� He wiped his sticky fingers on his jeans and rummaged through his backpack. �Here we go. A granola bar. Will that help?�
Justin smiled and Lance gave it to him.
The two boys ate what they could in silence.
When they went to bed, they huddled up close together in an old box. Lance covered them both with a blanket taken from the hospital. He held his curly haired best friend as Justin dreamed. It seemed to be a bad dream with the way the boy was whimpering so Lance rocked him and soothed him.
**Dream**
�Hey Brillo boy, give me your lunch!� A fat kid shoved Justin off the bench and took his sandwich.
�You�re parents left you in a shoe box, all alone!� Kids would taunt.
�Look at that hair, he can�t even keep it straight!�
Justin would go nuts and run around. Finally, a hand reached out and a caring girl smiled.
�Justin, it�s okay. I�m here and with Britney, no one will mess with my best friend.� The six year old said happily.
Justin grinned. He had a new best friend, even if she was a girl. For two years, she stood by him and helped him through the teasing. One day, Britney ran to him sobbing.
�Justin, I�ve been adopted.�
�No. Britney, no, don�t leave me alone, please.�
�I�m sorry, Justy. I�ll write every day.�
Justin cried after that. She never wrote. After a boy called him a stick and hit him, Justin packed his things and ran away.
**End Dream**
Justin sat up and gasped. Lance opened his eyes.
�Justin, what�s wrong?�
Justin turned to him. �My friend Britney helped me through the teasing. Then someone took her home. She left me. My friend.�
Lance opened his arms and Justin held on to him.
Title: You�ll Be In My Heart
Author: Elizabeth
Category: JC/Lance, Joey/Justin but totally later in the story.
Summary: This is AU but they become a band later. Lance�s home caught on fire when he was 12 and his family died. He packed up what little he had left and ran away before social services could get him. On the streets, he meets 10 year old Justin, then 20 year old Chris, 14 year old Joey and 15 year old JC. Soon, these five guys depend on each other and later discover love and a bond that will last forever.
~*~
Lance sat up in bed, crying, smelling smoke, and crying for his mom. He didn�t know what was going on. He remembered his mother kissing him good night then a scream, a beeping and smoke. The smell of smoke came at him like a ton of bricks. He was scared. Lance went to the door and tried to open it. He yelled in pain and held on to his hand. It burned! He grabbed his favorite things and put them in his backpack. He opened up the window with all of his might and crawled out. He jumped down onto the cool grass and ran to the front. His whole house was on fire.
Lance�s eyes widened. �Mommy! Daddy! Stacy!�
A man picked up the boy and put him in an ambulance. Lance continued to cry for his mom.
After Lance was checked for smoke inhalation, he realized something horrible. He might be taken to a foster home, or an orphanage. Lance didn�t want new parents. He wanted his mom and dad.
So Lance did the only thing he could do. That night, he got his backpack and snuck out of the hospital on a journey that would change his life.
~*~*~*~*
Lance ended up sleeping underneath the stars behind an abandoned woodshed. He found it peaceful. His parents had a strong faith in God and believed He did what needed to be done. Lance trusted Him to have taken his family from him. Lance closed his eyes and prayed for the mother, father, and sister he would never have.
The next day, Lance bought a very cheap hat with the money he had and put it on his head, making sure he didn�t look recognizable. He walked a little bit farther when he decided to take a shortcut. He walked through an alley way and turned a corner. He stopped and his eyes took on a hint of sadness. A boy, not much younger than him, stood against the brick wall, holding himself and shaking. He had curly hair that fell down his eyes. He had a small bag with him and was wearing a tattered checkered sweater and jeans. Lance slowly walked towards him.
�Excuse me?�
�No! Don�t make me go back!� The boy had a hint of fear in his bright blue eyes as he moved away from Lance.
�It�s all right, I won�t hurt you.�
�No. You�ll take me back to the orphanage. Please, I can�t go back there!� His small voice quivered.
�Hey. It�s okay I�m a run away too. I won�t make you go back anywhere, I promise.� Lance moved closer to the boy.
The boy looked up into bright green eyes. �Promise.�
�Cross my heart.� He made a cross.
�I�I�m Justin. Justin�Timberlake.�
�James Bass. People call me Lance.�
�Okay, Lance. Why are you running away?�
�My parents died. I didn�t want to be taken to a foster home. Come with me, Justin. We�ll go somewhere far away where we won�t have to worry about foster homes, orphanages, or anything!� Lance�s eyes twinkled.
Justin smiled a bit and finally smiled widely. �You�re my new friend!�
Lance laughed. �Come on, Justin. Let�s escape this dump.� He wrapped an arm around Justin and they headed away from the activity.
~*~
Justin warmed his hands in front of the makeshift fire Lance had made and looked on as the slightly older boy ate a marshmallow.
�Lance?�
�Hmm?�
�I�m hungry.�
Lance licked his lips. �Hold on.� He wiped his sticky fingers on his jeans and rummaged through his backpack. �Here we go. A granola bar. Will that help?�
Justin smiled and Lance gave it to him.
The two boys ate what they could in silence.
When they went to bed, they huddled up close together in an old box. Lance covered them both with a blanket taken from the hospital. He held his curly haired best friend as Justin dreamed. It seemed to be a bad dream with the way the boy was whimpering so Lance rocked him and soothed him.
**Dream**
�Hey Brillo boy, give me your lunch!� A fat kid shoved Justin off the bench and took his sandwich.
�You�re parents left you in a shoe box, all alone!� Kids would taunt.
�Look at that hair, he can�t even keep it straight!�
Justin would go nuts and run around. Finally, a hand reached out and a caring girl smiled.
�Justin, it�s okay. I�m here and with Britney, no one will mess with my best friend.� The six year old said happily.
Justin grinned. He had a new best friend, even if she was a girl. For two years, she stood by him and helped him through the teasing. One day, Britney ran to him sobbing.
�Justin, I�ve been adopted.�
�No. Britney, no, don�t leave me alone, please.�
�I�m sorry, Justy. I�ll write every day.�
Justin cried after that. She never wrote. After a boy called him a stick and hit him, Justin packed his things and ran away.
**End Dream**
Justin sat up and gasped. Lance opened his eyes.
�Justin, what�s wrong?�
Justin turned to him. �My friend Britney helped me through the teasing. Then someone took her home. She left me. My friend.�
Lance opened his arms and Justin held on to him.