Justin, Lance, Nick

[ephemera_pop]

we watched lots of performance footage this weekend and I am reminded just how much I *heart* Justin really. Can I have lambs, please, or JuNi or, you know, all three?

let's see. AU?. not-as-teenagers. Mention of tattoos?

Please and thank you.

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[stellamira]

It was Nick who'd found him, heard the faint cry and saw the weakly raised hand. Justin was just glad it hadn't been him; he didn't deal so well with bodies. He waited at the corner of the street while Nick pulled him out of a pile that Justin didn't want to think about too closely. This one was alive, though. Beaten to a bloody mess, yes, but breathing - barely

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Lance stayed with them, in their bed, even after he'd woken up. He was still weak, and he couldn't get up the first few days, so he stayed in bed. At night, they both held him while he cried and tossed around, Nick muttering soothing words in his ear.
He stole Justin's sleep. He also stole their water, their food and their bed. He stole Nick.

Justin heard them talking when he wasn't in the room, saw them touching when he was. When he woke up in the morning, Lance was facing away from him, toward Nick, one hand somewhere on Nick's body - his shoulder, his side, his hip.

The first time Lance got up for more than a few minutes, he walked in on an argument about him.

"You don't even know who he is," Justin yelled, slamming his fist down on the counter. "He could be one of the others

[ephemera_pop]

Ohh! and Ouch! and Yay! and - Im not doig so good with the coherence, but this is lovely and spare and shivery and thank you!!

[stellamira]

You're welcome. I'm very glad that you like it. :)