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So. Anyone want to write me fic? Hee. How about some JC/Lance (shocker, I know), you guys? Maybe some of very basic hurt/comfort stuff - someone has the flu, and so forth? Please and thank you. :)

[ahem] New try, this time to the actual community.

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A little bit of h/c, hope you like it :-). Not beta'd.

When Lance woke up he didn't feel all that great. His head hurt, he felt hot and cold at the same time, and his eyes were burning. All he wanted was to curl up in his bed and sleep for a week and not think about anything else, except maybe about JC. Thinking about JC was nice. Unfortunately, life of a popstar could be cruel and he had to get out of his comfy bed to do some early radio show.

Lance dragged himself out of bed, went to the bathroom for his morning routine not once looking into the mirror, because really, if he looked half as bad as he felt it was not going to be a pretty sight. The shower was way nice with the cool water running over his heated body and he felt a little bit better.

After the shower and dressing he went over to Chris' room for breakfast and the first thing he heard when he entered was a high pitched scream. "Bass! Don't move. Stay the fuck away from me."

Lance winced and clapped his hands over his ears. "Damn, Chris. could you stop that?"

"As long as you stay away-"

"Chris!" JC said and Chris closed his mouth. Right then, Lance loved JC a lot, even more than he already did.

And then JC's arm was around his shoulders and this was even better than a shower. Lance leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. So good. JC guided him out of the room, back to Lance's room, led him to the bed, pushed him down and covered him with a blanket.

"You're sick and you're going to stay in bed, got it?"

Lance blinked at JC. "But the radio interview."

"Fuck the radio interview, Lance. You've got the measles, you're in no condition to do anything."

"What? That's not possible, I had the measles when I was a kid... I think."

JC sat next to him on the bed, running his hand over Lance's face. It was nice, the cool hand on his skin. It made Lance smile. "You've got red dots all over your face and I guess over the rest of your body, too. I think it's fair game to say you've got the measles."

"But...."

"Lance. No buts." JC smiled at him and Lance thought it was probably the fever and he was hallucinating, but JC's smile just looked incredible, so bright and vibrant. "You're going to sleep and later you're going to see the doctor. It's gonna be fine, I promise."

Lance nodded, he really wasn't up to do anything. All he wanted was sleep and.... "JC?"

"Yes?"

"Stay." He grabbed JC's hand. "Please."

JC squeezed his hand and smiled again his brilliant smile. "Of course, everything you want."

Everything? He could live with that, Lance thought.

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Oh! I love it, thank you so much! Poor Lance. But JC'll take good care of him. :) [mwah!] Thank you!

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I'm glad you liked it! :-)