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turpsStill I go on *g*
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ceci2176 who wanted Justin causing an accident that affects Chris. This is sort of an experimental style, sorry honey.
It’s their time alone. Peanut butter sandwiches and bottles of soda in a rucksack, a blanket and an almost empty road to the ocean where they’ll sit and watch the sun rise before heading to rehearsal.
They’ve taken the bikes for speed and Justin listens to Chris chatter through the helmet mikes as they fly along the highway. Laughing at a comment about Wade, Justin barely sees the wheel-trim that suddenly detaches from the car in front. He violently swerves, misses it by inches and starts to congratulate himself for quick reactions.
Then swears when he feels something slam into his back wheel, making him wobble and almost fall. Chris yells, voice terse as he struggles to control his bike. He fails, and the sound of a sickening crash fills the air.
Brakes slammed on, Justin jumps from his bike, letting it fall to the floor. He turns, bile rising in his throat at the sight of Chris’ bike on its side, wheels still spinning.
“Chris!”
Desperate, Justin pulls off his helmet, dropping it from shaking hands.
“Chris!”
No reply. He runs closer, over black skid marks, almost gagging at the smell of burnt rubber and smoke.
“Chris! Fuck, talk to me. Chris!”
Frantically he looks around. Goes cold when he sees Chris crumpled against the barrier. Time slows; he doesn’t want to go over, doesn’t want to see. Pain. Horror. Grief. Guilt. Emotions that flash through him before he’s running, dropping to his knees, reaching out a trembling hand.
“Don’t move him.”
Hands on his body, pulling him away, holding him as he fights. He needs to see, to touch and he elbows someone in the stomach, breaking away to get back to Chris. He kneels, reaches out, touches a hand that’s warm but slick with blood.
“Chris.”
No answer, he didn’t expect one. Not really. At least he’s alive, Justin knows he is. Wraps his hand around Chris’ wrist, feels the slow pulse. Won’t let go. He’s aware that people are talking, but once he knows an ambulance is on its way doesn’t listen anymore. Just counts, slow, so slow. Too slow for Chris, who lives his life fast.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.”
It’s all he can say, words perfectly matched. Three words, one beat of the heart. Wade would be proud. Justin can find the rhythm in anything. Except Chris isn’t playing the game. His count is wrong, is slowing.
“Someone move him.”
Hands. Lifting, pulling. Making him lose his grip, fingers slipping from bloody skin. He rages, swears, threatens. Becomes the diva people say he is. He’s Justin Timberlake; they’ve no right to keep him away from his band mate. No right at all.
It doesn’t work.
His face is wet, and he wipes it with his hand, leaves behind a streak of blood. Pleads. Not a diva anymore. He’s just Justin, and he needs to be near Chris as paramedics bustle around him. He has to be near, he loves him.
“Let them work, son. If you love him give him this chance.”
Justin nods, understands, but stands watching, ready to fight anyone to get to Chris’s side if needed.
“Is there anyone I can phone for you?”
Justin pulls his phone from his inside pocket, doesn’t see the bloody handprint he leaves across his cell. Hands it over without taking his eyes from Chris.
“Fast dial two. Tell Lance what happened. He’ll know what to do.”
They’re strapping Chris to a stretcher now, fast and efficient.
“Here, son. He wants to talk to you.”
Reach for the cell. Listen to Lance.
“Justin? What’s happened?”
Lance’s voice, so familiar and Justin can’t speak at first.
“It’s my fault. All my fault.”
Justin drops the phone and keeps watching.
I also have to say hi to two new people. *waves atautumnyte and call_me_loca* I don't usually spam as much as I have the last few days ;) Also, just ignore the ficlets, they'll stop soon *g*
This is for
ceci2176 who wanted Justin causing an accident that affects Chris. This is sort of an experimental style, sorry honey.It’s their time alone. Peanut butter sandwiches and bottles of soda in a rucksack, a blanket and an almost empty road to the ocean where they’ll sit and watch the sun rise before heading to rehearsal.
They’ve taken the bikes for speed and Justin listens to Chris chatter through the helmet mikes as they fly along the highway. Laughing at a comment about Wade, Justin barely sees the wheel-trim that suddenly detaches from the car in front. He violently swerves, misses it by inches and starts to congratulate himself for quick reactions.
Then swears when he feels something slam into his back wheel, making him wobble and almost fall. Chris yells, voice terse as he struggles to control his bike. He fails, and the sound of a sickening crash fills the air.
Brakes slammed on, Justin jumps from his bike, letting it fall to the floor. He turns, bile rising in his throat at the sight of Chris’ bike on its side, wheels still spinning.
“Chris!”
Desperate, Justin pulls off his helmet, dropping it from shaking hands.
“Chris!”
No reply. He runs closer, over black skid marks, almost gagging at the smell of burnt rubber and smoke.
“Chris! Fuck, talk to me. Chris!”
Frantically he looks around. Goes cold when he sees Chris crumpled against the barrier. Time slows; he doesn’t want to go over, doesn’t want to see. Pain. Horror. Grief. Guilt. Emotions that flash through him before he’s running, dropping to his knees, reaching out a trembling hand.
“Don’t move him.”
Hands on his body, pulling him away, holding him as he fights. He needs to see, to touch and he elbows someone in the stomach, breaking away to get back to Chris. He kneels, reaches out, touches a hand that’s warm but slick with blood.
“Chris.”
No answer, he didn’t expect one. Not really. At least he’s alive, Justin knows he is. Wraps his hand around Chris’ wrist, feels the slow pulse. Won’t let go. He’s aware that people are talking, but once he knows an ambulance is on its way doesn’t listen anymore. Just counts, slow, so slow. Too slow for Chris, who lives his life fast.
“Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.”
It’s all he can say, words perfectly matched. Three words, one beat of the heart. Wade would be proud. Justin can find the rhythm in anything. Except Chris isn’t playing the game. His count is wrong, is slowing.
“Someone move him.”
Hands. Lifting, pulling. Making him lose his grip, fingers slipping from bloody skin. He rages, swears, threatens. Becomes the diva people say he is. He’s Justin Timberlake; they’ve no right to keep him away from his band mate. No right at all.
It doesn’t work.
His face is wet, and he wipes it with his hand, leaves behind a streak of blood. Pleads. Not a diva anymore. He’s just Justin, and he needs to be near Chris as paramedics bustle around him. He has to be near, he loves him.
“Let them work, son. If you love him give him this chance.”
Justin nods, understands, but stands watching, ready to fight anyone to get to Chris’s side if needed.
“Is there anyone I can phone for you?”
Justin pulls his phone from his inside pocket, doesn’t see the bloody handprint he leaves across his cell. Hands it over without taking his eyes from Chris.
“Fast dial two. Tell Lance what happened. He’ll know what to do.”
They’re strapping Chris to a stretcher now, fast and efficient.
“Here, son. He wants to talk to you.”
Reach for the cell. Listen to Lance.
“Justin? What’s happened?”
Lance’s voice, so familiar and Justin can’t speak at first.
“It’s my fault. All my fault.”
Justin drops the phone and keeps watching.
I also have to say hi to two new people. *waves at
autumnyte and call_me_loca* I don't usually spam as much as I have the last few days ;) Also, just ignore the ficlets, they'll stop soon *g*
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Date: 2004-07-04 04:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 10:25 am (UTC)I like writing hurty sometimes. Well if I'm honest I like writing most things, but you know *g*
You write very wonderful ficlets, thanks for sharing.
*Blush* Thank you. I'm just pleased people enjoy them.
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Date: 2004-07-04 04:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 10:00 am (UTC)I'll have to see ;)
Thank you!
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Date: 2004-07-04 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 05:21 am (UTC)Have you heard any complaints? ;-)
This is for ceci2176 who wanted Justin causing an accident that affects Chris. This is sort of an experimental style, sorry honey.
*SQUEE* No need to apologize! This is so good! *still not recovered*
just ignore the ficlets, they'll stop soon *g*
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! I don't want them to stop! Oh...does that mean you'll write longer stuff? ;-)
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:01 am (UTC)Well, no but people could get sick of me *g*
I'm so glad you liked it! I thought you might ;)
I have to write longer stuff soon, but I'll get these done first.
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Date: 2004-07-04 11:20 am (UTC)*hehe* Well, that would be their loss.
I'm so glad you liked it! I thought you might ;)
Well..I do have a one-track mind.... :-)
I have to write longer stuff soon, but I'll get these done first.
As long as you're writing and enjoy doing it, I'll take whatever I can get. :-)
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Date: 2004-07-04 05:30 am (UTC)because. because last time justin gave him a puppy. and there was a puppy. and it needs a chris still. and justin. justin is a puppy, too. he needs a chris. *flails*
*bites lip*
*looks absolutely desperate for a follow-up ficlet*
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:03 am (UTC)But I agree, Justin totally deserves a Chris, and you brought the puppy up which makes me more inclined to fix things -- maybe *g*
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Date: 2004-07-04 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-05 08:47 am (UTC)I swear I have the most insane people on my flist.
*pets you and puppy*
It's fixed btw ;)
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Date: 2004-07-05 08:58 am (UTC)*puts the puppy and Justin on leashes and runs off to read*
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Date: 2004-07-04 05:41 am (UTC)this snippet? Hurts. the sort of impressionistic focus works especially well after the accident, when Justin's in shock. Except Chris isn’t playing the game. His count is wrong, is slowing - that line just kills me.
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:09 am (UTC)LOL, I have a few left to do then I'll have to get my ass in gear and write what I'm supposed to be writing instead of messing with these.
I'm glad you enjoyed. Strangely it was the easiest to write. Probably because there's not many words for me to mess up ;)
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Date: 2004-07-04 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 10:10 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it and I'm thinking about a sequel. I suppose I should let people know if he's alive or dead at least ;)
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Date: 2004-07-04 06:14 am (UTC)Chris!!! *sniff*
I like how you portray Justin's reaction, how he wants to be close to Chris, how he doesn't want to let go of him. It's not really Justin's fault, but he's feeling guilty.
And... Chris! I
demandwould like a follow ficlet where we learn that Chris is not too badly hurt and that he's going to be alright. Chris!no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 10:15 am (UTC)How could I do that? ;)
It's not Justin's fault at all, but guilt is a nasty emotion that takes over rational thought.
I'll add you to the sequel list *g*
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:33 am (UTC)Good, I'm
impatiently waiting.no subject
Date: 2004-07-04 07:48 am (UTC)*sniffles* Write more. There were cuddles and a puppy and now there's a lot of hurty ouches, and then, there needs to be healing and a guilty Juppy and sex.
*wails* Make it soooooooooooooooo!
}:(
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:19 am (UTC)*adds name to sequel list*
Aw, your sig is sad *sniff*
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Date: 2004-07-04 01:08 pm (UTC)I can bring up porny lambs again; would that be fair? *evil grin*
Aw, your sig is sad *sniff*
*nods* Make me unsad. I wantsssss it, precioussss.
}:D
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Date: 2004-07-04 09:34 am (UTC)Poor Justin. Poor Chris. Poor Lance, who's probably hyperventilating on the other end of the line.
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Date: 2004-07-04 10:21 am (UTC)I may fix it, but thanks for giving the option not to ;)
You're the first person to think of Lance, who yeah, must be in a panic.
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Date: 2004-07-04 11:24 am (UTC)Okay, cancel my ficlet (unless it's already going...) and FIX THIS ONE!!
Nonononononononono, no bad endings, abandoned puppies, freaking out Lances, guilty Justins, andomigoshsomebody'sgottatellJoeyandJCandChrishastobealrightandAAAAAHHHH!!!
I =LOVED= this, I actually DO love angst but It MUST Be RESOLVED!!!
No unhappy endings! My JC story almost killed me, barely counts as happy ending...
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Date: 2004-07-05 08:43 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, and I know you like angst I just like teasing you ;)