Chris/Lance

[pensnest]

"Objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are."

I'm actually thinking of a Meatloaf song, but that doesn't altogether matter. I'd like a story featuring Lance and Chris, but bittersweet or even just bitter. Not looking for a happy ending today.

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

My plan is a ficlet a day. Who know if that will happen.

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Lance is dreaming – a swimming pool filled with $100 dollar bills -- and his dream self frowns and dives, submerged in money that slices into his skin. Feet frantically kicking, Lance fights to stay afloat as he’s pulled down, drowning in blood stained bills.

He watches as a series of shadowy figures appear, they line the pool, staring at him, then turn, stamping their feet against the floor. Heart thundering, sheets twisted around his body, Lance wakes then, clawing his way from sleep. Breathing hard, he rubs his hands against his bed, feeling grimy, the taste of blood-stained paper lingering in his mouth.

It’s then he realises the stamping feet have bled into reality, a rhythmic thud of sound from the floor below. Pushing himself upright, Lance carefully unravels sweat-damp sheets, and swings his legs off the bed. Barefoot, wearing pyjama pants, his spine prickles as he hurries downstairs.

Grabbing the baseball bat that he keeps in the hall, Lance creeps through the darkness and realises that it’s someone banging against the front door. He doesn’t expect fans, but he’s learned to be prepared to face anything, and his fingers tighten as he squints, looking through the peephole.

He tenses when he sees Chris. He’s standing back, staring forward as if he knows Lance is there. He probably does, Chris knows lots of things that he keeps to himself and doesn't share.

Lance unfastens locks and inches open the door, the baseball bat warm in his hand as he uses his body to block the way inside. “Chris.”

Chris takes a hesitant step forward, reaches out then drops his hand. “I’m sorry.” He looks at Lance, telling truthful lies. “If I could...”

Him coming back is a relief, but it doesn’t change anything as Lance shrugs and steps aside. They’ll make hot chocolate and heckle the infomercials until the sun rises. Then Chris will slip away and they’ll pretend things are fine, that an unwanted kiss hasn’t ruined everything.

Which it hasn’t. Except Lance’s shattered dreams.

[pensnest]

Oh... *sniffle*.... that's just right. So heartbreaking. It says so much. Thank you very much.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!