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"Justin!" Justin steels himself for the oncoming shit storm from Lance. Right on cue, the angry blond enters.

"Where is my computer? Have you seen it?" Justin shrugs. "Come on, Just. I need to do work." "As if you don't do enough already. I'm right here, you know. I have been for a week."

Lance runs his hands through his hair and lets out a sigh. "You hid it." Justin says nothing. "Again." Justin is still quiet. Lance walks right in front of him.

"Justin. I need it." "I need you. Why do you think I hid it?" "Oh what, you think this is some goddamned three star woman's movie where I drop to my knees and beg forgiveness for concentrating too hard on my work?" Lance snorts. "Grow up. I told you I was busy with work, yet you still came. Don't give me any crap. Tell me where the goddamned thing is. Please."

Justin's face is made of stone. He gets up and trudges to the bed. He pulls out his travel bag and pulls out Lance's laptop. He places it on the other end of the bed and begins to go around the room and pick up his things. He waits for Lance to protest.

"Oh, don't rush to stop me." Lance shakes his head with a disgusted look on his face. "Just go. You don't want to put up with my shit, and the feeling is mutual here." Justin shakes his head and zips his totes. He shoulders his pack and leaves the room.

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Justin is pulled from sleep by the poly sounds of a Mike Jones song. He groans and picks it up and pressing the "send" button.

"'Lo?" "Justin. Hi." The toe head groans again and sighs. "You held out for a week. A new record for Mr. Bass." "Justin, cut the crap. Yes, I'm calling to apologize, but I'm going to make something clear." Justin rubs his hand through his hair. "Yeah?"

Lance sighs over the phone. "I love you. You know this. But I can't do this anymore. You have to start taking my needs...the needs of others...seriously." Justin grunts.

"Lance, give me a break. Get over yourself." "For Christ's sake, Justin, see?! You're so goddamned spoiled sometimes. Stop thinking about yourself. Don't you see what your behavior does to others? What it does to me?" Justin lets the words sink in but keeps his hard front.

"Are you done?" Lance lets out a sad sigh. "Until you start thinking about anyone but yourself, I don't think this will work." Justin feels his heart break at these words, but he is too proud to say anything. "Fine. Bye."

The other line hangs up and Justin doesn't make an effort to wipe away his tears.

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Lance bangs on his laptop and groans in frustration. "Come on!" He hears the doorbell ring and rolls his eyes. "Great. Just what I need right now." He goes to the door and opens it. There stands a UPS man. He signs for a package and goes to the kitchen table to see what he has received.

Within the box is a piece of paper. It's a receipt of a financial form. It's from donations adding up to one million dollars for a handful of charities. The contributor is Justin Timberlake. Lance smiled and reaches into the box again. Blank data discs and a new laptop; an Apple iBook, no less. Lance's eyes pop open, but he too is stubborn. "Oh, no. He's not gonna get me that easy." He then hears the doorbell ring. "It better not be flowers."

Lance goes to the door and answers. It's JC. "Hey, Scoop! Check out this track Justin and I have been working on." Lance thinks he's going to have a heart attack. "Justin worked on a track with you?" JC rolls his eyes. "I know. I only had to ask him a million times. Ready to listen?" Lance nods. "Hang on. I have to make a call."

Lance goes to his office and shuts the door softly. He picks up his cell phone and dials a phone number. He gets a voicemail and leaves a message.

"You suck. Why do you always have to prove me wrong? I don't know if this is just a farce to get me back, or if you really have changed." Lance sighs. "But I love you. So I trust you changed." He smiled and whispers. "Come home, baby."

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You check the clock for what is probably the hundredth time that night, 1:12am, and your blood is starting to boil. On the three hundred and thirty fourth time, 3:31, your blood is like molten magma burning coursing through your veins.

His car finally pulls in the drive ten minutes later and you wait as patiently as you can for him to stumble his inside. You tell yourself that this is it, you're tired of him and his selfishness and that you are going end it all here and now.

Two minutes later and you finally hear the front door fumble open, and the loud thumps of his feet on the hardwood floor of the entrance hall. Next comes the slow and drunken stumble up the stairs, followed by even more stumbling towards the bedroom you two share where you await.

He makes a rather clumsy attempt at opening the door quietly,: obviously hoping you're sleep and not wanting to awaken you. He loudly tiptoed into the room and you flick the bedside lamp on, freezing him in place.

"Hello, Lance" you say softly, your voice managing to convey the entirety of your anger despite the softness of the tone. His face that was of surprise before you spoke twists into a grimace of what's about to come.

"Justin," He replies, his voice surprisingly steady. You're noticeable anger has probably sobered him slightly. Good, you think. It's better to get this done when he can think reasonably clearly.

"You did remember I was flying in tonight didn't you? Yet you went out and got drunk and left me worried sick about you." Your mind flashes back to earlier that night and the number of calls you made to his cell, none of which he answered.

He ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry," he mumbles. "I forgot. I thought you were flying in tomorrow... err today."

You sigh and stand up from the bed. I stare at him for a second before I start what most likely will be the end of us. " You forgot, did you? Well why didn't you answer one of the thirty calls I made to your cell tonight? Why Lance? We don't get to spend any real time together anymore, and then any chance we do get you either forget and do other things or totally blow me off. Why?" My voice lost it's softness only part way into that, making Lance cringe, before it has the noticeable effect of getting him angry too.

"Oh and who's problem is that, huh?" He shouts back. "I'm not the one who's off recording somewhere, or touring, or making movies. So don't blame me for our lack "real time", Justin."

You recoil slightly, and then clench your fists. "Sorry for having a career Lance! At least I have one, unlike you. Didn't I read that another one of your movie producing attempts has failed before it even started?"

You know you've gone too far before all the words are out of your mouth, but you could care less right now. All that matters is the hours you waited for Lance first at the airport, then in front of the clock at the house you share with him.

The fist comes at you in the time it takes you to blink, and it's surprisingly hard and steady for someone as intoxicated as Lance is at the moment. Your head snaps back with the force of the blow and you see hundred of little Jupiter’s.

"What the fuck?" You say when your vision has cleared, pressing a hand to your already bruising eye.

Lance bursts out with apologies immediately, and you can see his obvious distress over what he's just done. You can't believe what he's just done. Lance has never been a violent person, even when pushed pretty far. "Are you okay?" He asks. "I'm so sorry, Justin."

You wave him off and take a seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm okay, just a little dazed. It's okay, I shouldn't have said what I did." The punch seemed to have knocked all the anger out of you, and you truly are sorry for what you said. You know how hard Lance works at his producing and how upset he gets when one falls through.

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"I'm sorry okay. About the punch and tonight. I really did think it was later today you flew in, I must have written the date down wrong. Can you please forgive me? I love you Justin. You know I do."

And you do.

You do know how much Lance loves you. You know you should have called earlier that day to confirm instead of just hoping on the plane and expecting Lance to be there. And you know you shouldn't have let your anger get the better of you like it had.

"It's okay Lance. I love you too."

okay, crappy ending but it's late, and my first pop fic in like forever and yes. hope you like lovely.

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Oh yeah! Like it! Like it lots!!!

*sigh*

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Oh man! I love that last line... and Lance giving it good.

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AW! Way to go Justin!!! Proved Lance Bass wrong. Yes you did! Thank you!!!

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OOH Justin you tell him. Oooooh Lance... Good punch!!! OOOOH!!!!

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oh yes! I liked it a lot! The waiting... I thought that was Lance waiting and I loved that it wasn't! (and sorry about the exclamation point abuse!) I loved it!!!

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lol. You did too? I thought it was right up until Justin turned on the lamp ;) It's not too dramatic? If it is I blame it on it being 2am when I wrote it *g*

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clumsygyrl.livejournal.com

ouchie. but well done, honey =)

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hah thank you :) if you like my fic, you should check out my fiction journal www.livejournal.com/users/rainbow_variety

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msktrnanny.livejournal.com

ooh! Nice job. I like the end. they haven't really fixed all their problems but they have some way to communicate. I like it!

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msktrnanny.livejournal.com

you and your anger issues.

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They are FAR from fixing their problems. Lol. I'm glad you like, KC dearest *grins*

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No! Justin needs to be spanked. Lance needs to knock some sense into the boy.

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Aaawww... I'm a sucker for a happy ending. I liked that Justin seemed to be trying to buy Lance back.

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Oh... I didn't think Lance had it in him. lol. But Justin deserved it! :D Nice.

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i do agree with you that justin deserves a nice smack, but i can't picture lance as being a violent lover. sorry if this story kind of sucked; i don't usually write justin stories, but i like this one because lance gives him what for. i wrote it for you because you said you were having a bad day, but i see someone else wrote you a fic as well, so i hoped their's was a bit better ;)

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....This wasn't my request... it was llumi's request. :D

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oh! haha i'm losing my mind as of late

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turps33.livejournal.com

Oh, you tricked me. I totally thought that was Lance waiting.

I liked this a lot, especially the punch. Go Lance!

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