Hey ya'll (again). I've gotten a few e-mails from people who suggested I continue this story with a concentration on the relationship between Lance Bass and Nick Carter. This will unfortunately mean that 'At The Beginning with You' will be delayed coming out cuz I have to take the time to write this one!!!
Thank you to everyone who wrote me e-mail : )
--Rich--
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Disclaimer thingy: As much as I'd like it to, this does not mean anything about the sexual orientation of the members of 'N SYNC or Backstreet Boys. This is a work of fiction, K? Oh, and if you're under 18, don't read it. (Or don't get caught)
The Day Before Tommorow (8)
FLASH FORWARD. . . . .
Nick Carter ran up the lightly frosted streets of New York City, the flashy shop displays and lights flying past him in a blurr of colors. Snowflakes flying into his face blurred his vision and stuck to his hair and nose. Pulling his leather jacket closer to him, he dashed up the ice-covered steps of the Ritz Carlton. Throwing open the large glass doors, he paused to brush some snowflakes out of his hair, glancing at himself in a large wall mirror. Wiping some tears from his eyes, he rushed over to reception.
"I need the room number for a Mr. James Bass please," Nick said hurriedly, rubbing his hands together to keep warm.
The lady behind the desk peered over her glasses at Nick. "I'm sorry sir, we have no record of a James Bass staying here," she said kindly. "Is there anything else I could help you with?"
"I'm sorry, my name's Nickolas Bass-Carter, I'm here to see my husband," Nick said.
"Absolutely Mr. Bass, room number 17-489," she said checking her computer. "Seventeenth floor, last suite all the way down the hall to your right."
Nick mumbled a hasty thank you and dashed up the stairs, hurtling around the stairwells. Reaching the seventeenth floor, he burst through the door attracting some glances from people passing. Dashing down to the last door on the right, he threw himself against it banging as hard as he could. "James, it's me, let me in," Nick yelled, almost hoarse.
Lance got up from his laptop and opened the door. "NICKY!" he yelled and enveloped Nick in a bone-breaking hug. Then he saw the tears streaming down Nick's face. "What's wrong?"
Nick took a minute to regain his composure. "It's Jimmy," Nick managed to gasp.
Lance ushered Nick inside, dreading what would come out next. "He's at daycare, right?" Lance said slowly.
"They were on a field trip Lance, I just flew up here to tell you the news in person. There was a car, it couldn't stop," Nick said completely breaking down. Lance gasped, holding Nick close to him, rocking him back and forth.
"And?" Lance asked, although he knew the answer.
"Killed instantly," Nick sobbed.
Lance pulled Nick close to him, as Nick cried out all his anger and dispair into his husband's shoulder.
As rare an event as it was, Lance broke down and cried also. Everything had seemed perfect. He'd had the perfect husband, perfect wedding, the fans had been accepting, he even had his first son, his son. No, their son. Their treasure. Mentally, Lance kissed good-bye to his life; his world, as he knew it, was shattered by the devestating turn of events.
NOW, BACK TO THE PRESENT. . . . .
"That was really fun," Lance said smiling as he got out of bed, noting that JC and Brian still asleep. Nick went into the bathroom. "I'm glad that happened, I guess I was to nervous to ask them."
Lance smiled. "My Nicky, always the modest one." Lance reached over and shook JC and Brian. "Come on guys, time to get up."
Brian groaned and shoved his face into a pillow and JC swatted at Lance, missing by at least two feet.
"Hey Nick, can you give me some help waking. . .," Lance started but the sound of the shower came on and he gave up.
"BRIAN, JC TIME TO GET UP!" he yelled loud enough for the whole floor to hear. JC shot up and rolled off the bed while Brian's eyes snapped open. "Jesus Lance," JC said from the floor, getting up and rubbing his rear. "You could be a little more considerate.
Brian smiled at his lover. "Comeon babe, let's get back to our room. JC followed Brian out of the room. "Thanks for last night guys," Brian yelled back. "T'was fun."
Lance just shook his head after the two and pulled the cover back over the bed. Damn, I'd better call lobby for some new sheets, he thought to himself examining all the wet spots.
Nick came out of the shower, dropping the towel to the floor as he searched for his boxers. "Baring all today, are we Carter?" Lance asked.
"Only for you," Nick said smiling, flashing Lance his 'you want me and I know it' smile he only saved for him.
"Just put some clothes over that, poor excuse for manhood," Lance said laughing as he opened the door to the bathroom. Stripping his boxers, he closed the door behind him. Glancing in the mirror, he chuckled as he read, I LOVE YOU JAMES, written on the mirror in the condensation.
"Thanks for the message baby," Lance called out as he turned the water on.
"NO PROB," Nick yelled back.
Nick threw on some jeans and a black shirt from the Banna Republic. Putting on some brown doc martins and some sunglasses, he flicked on the television, waiting for Lance to get out of the shower.
Lance opened the door and exited the bathroom, but he kept the towel securely around his waist until he found his boxers. Slipping on some khakis and a white silk shirt, he hit Nick on the back of the had. "Let's get outta here."
Nick turned the television off and followed his lover out the door.
"I wish I could hold your hand," Lance said wistfully as Nick dropped his hold on Lance as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.
"Fine, let's," Nick said taking Lance's hand.
Lance looked at Nick reproachfully. "Come on sweety, you know we can't."
"Look James, there's nothing embaressing about going out with you, we're going to have to tell the press someday anyway," Nick said clenching Lance's hand hard. "And for some reason, I want to let the whole world know I'm dating Lance Bass!"
Lance smiled. "Fine, but you know what Kevin would do to you if he could see you now?"
Nick rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said. They walked hand in hand down the street, disappearing into the distance.
FIVE YEARS LATER. . . . .
The house sat in a new subdivision on the outskirts of Seattle. New contruction, the house was a peach stucco with a fake brick fa^Çade, large arched windows looking out on a well-kept snow covered front lawn stretching to a wide street flanked by large SUV's. Looking more closely, the sign over the front door says Carter-Bass residence, and a scuffling and noise of a happy child came floating through the open windows.
Nick pulled into the drive. Cutting the engine, he walked up the driveway and entered the house. "Hun? I'm home!" he yelled up the stairs. There was a little noise and a patter of feet on the steps. "DAD!" Nick was almost floored by the whirlwind of his son which jumped into his arms. "Sorry, I was just trying to get him to eat dinner," Lance said, appearing at the top of the stairs, the front of his clothes covered in different colored splotches.
"Daddy made me grilled cheese," the little boy said proudly sporting the yellow mess on his shirt.
Nick smiled. "What else did you and daddy do today, Jim?"
"We went to the mall, but it wun't fun," he said, his little angelic face falling.
"And why not?" Nick asked bending on one knee, his face at the same level as his sons.
"Lota girls jumped on daddy," he said frowning. "He's my daddy, not theirs."
Nick laughed. "Why don't you turn on the TV, Barney's on?"
"BARNEY!" Jimmy yelled and ran down the hall to the loungs. Lance came down the stairs, hugging his husband. "And how was your day today Nickolas?"
"Ahh. . . more 'o the same. I've got a concert this next weekend, which reminds me, you have one tommorow."
"Ugh, I know," Lance said rolling his eyes. "JC called at least six times to let me know."
Lance collapsed in a chair at the entry. "My god, he's turning out just like you."
Nick smiled as he hung his coat on the peg at the door. "And how's that?"
"He's compeltely obsessed with Nintendo 64, and wants to be a singer when he grows up," Lance said putting his head in his hands. "And one of you, no insult intended, us plenty for me."
Nick pulled Lance out of his chair. "Remember how we first met?"
Lance kissed Nick's forhead. "Yea, I remember."
Nick smiled. "I have one of your roses, pressed in my journal," he said.
Lance pulled Nick into a hug. "Sweety, tommorow, I'm gonna have to go stay in a hotel downtown with the guys cuz of our concert. Why don't you just drop Jimmy off at daycare and come visit me in the afternoon, I think they're going on a field trip, sledding or something?"
"Sound wonderful," Nick said smiling. "Wanna go to daycare tommorow Jimmy?"
"YEA, can I see Brett after?" he asked bouncing back in to smile at his two dad's.
"I'll call his mom and ask," Lance said smiling as he ruffled Jimmy's blond hair and Jimmy bounced away to watch TV.
"Does he know yet?" Nick asked sadly.
"No, I haven't told him," Lance said. "But he'll figure it out when he grows up and looks exactly like you, but with green eyes."
Nick smiled. "Well, that was the most I could do."
"You can count on him having girls hanging on him all the time," Lance joked. "Come on baby, let's get dinner on the table."
Ahhh. . . . I don't know what I'm going to do about Jimmy, I guess I sorta already killed him. Tell me what ya think and where I should go, K?
Rich