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Cam’s knuckles were white as he held onto the yellowed paper in his hands.

With a deep breath, he looked up at Daniel.

Daniel gasped at the anguish on his features.

Cam’s face became expressionless, but he couldn’t hide the pain in his eyes.

“Is this why? Because a me from the past told you we were once lovers, in some other life? You think you had to?”

“Damn it, Cam, no. It gave me courage to say something, but I’ve wanted to since long before I read that letter. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
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Set after Drabble 299:

Looking down at the picture of him with Gandhi, Cam said, “I have to admit whatever I thought you wanted to say, this was surely not it.”

“Totally out of left field, huh?”

Flipping to the photograph of him with his arm around Amelia Earhart, “A little bit, yeah.”

Looking longingly at the Spitfire in the next picture, “But I don’t get why all the angst. Why did it take you such a long time to tell me?”

“Wasn’t sure how you’d react.”


“I was afraid you’d think I was only with you because of the letter.”

“What letter?”
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“Daniel, you’re still doing it.”

“What am I still doing?”

“You seem to be always on the point of saying something, but then never do.”

“That’s because I do have to say something, but I’m not really sure how to say it.”

“Is this something to do with us?”

“It is, kind of, but not really.”

“Well, that makes it clear. Clear as mud. Whatever it is, we’ll deal. As long as it’s not that you want there not to be an us.”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then say it.”

“Remember last month when Ba’al was removed from his host?”
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Set after Drabble 289:

Daniel grabbed Cameron’s arm as he tried to hurry out of the room.

“Cameron, what did you think I was trying to tell you?”

“Forget I said anything, okay? It’s not important. I was obviously wrong.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think so.”


Daniel slid his hand from Cameron’s wrist up to his shoulder. “I really don’t think I can.”

“Jackson. Daniel. What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Slowly, Daniel pulled Cameron closer. “Tell me if you don’t want this, Cam.”

A soft gasp then a press of lips were his answer.
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Set after Drabble 287:

“Jackson, I get it. You don’t have to say anything. Please just stop. You’re driving me bananas.”

“Get what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stop playing clueless. We both know you’re much smarter than that. ”

“I’m not playing. I really don’t know what you mean.”


“Cam, I mean it.”

“Then why have you been stalking me, if it’s not to tell me to…”

“Tell you to what?”

“You know what? Forget it. Forget I said anything.”

“You can’t accuse me of whatever it is you’re accusing me of and then just tell me to forget it.”
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Jackson’s been watching him. Everywhere Cameron goes, Jackson’s lurking nearby. He’s acting squirrelly, even more than usual. He always seems on the point of speaking, has started to once or twice, but never does. Cameron’s getting nervous. He’s afraid he might have given himself away somehow and Jackson is trying to let him down easy and isn’t quite sure how to do it.

Cameron starts making sure he’s never alone with Jackson so he doesn’t actually say something. He doesn’t want to hear Daniel reject him. It’s hard enough knowing Daniel doesn’t want him; he doesn’t need to hear it.
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Set after Drabble 283:

Carefully placing the documents in the exact center of the desk, Major Davis straightened up. “Daniel, I got you what you asked for. Will you tell me now why you wanted me to get information regarding C. S. Mitchell from the British government? Why so interested in an American lost in the Battle of Britain during WWII?”

“Sorry, Paul, I don’t think I can. I had to verify what I already knew. I needed to have it as proof for when I tell someone else what I know.”

“Someone else?”

“Yeah, I'm sorry that I can’t tell you anything else.”
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Set after Drabble 282:

When Daniel slit open the envelope, several photos fell onto the table. He picked up a picture of Cameron standing next to Gandhi. Surprised, he picked up another, this one of Cam standing beside a 1930s airplane. Putting it down, he saw one with Cam with his arm around Amelia Earhart.

He spread all of the photos on the table. They were black-and-white images of Cam, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, gradually getting older. Sitting down in shock, Daniel picked up the documents.

Dear Daniel,
I hope the future hasn’t changed to the point that you don’t know who I am.
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Set after Drabble 281:

“Are you Daniel Jackson?”

“Who’s asking?”

“My name is Will Gardner. I’m with Stern, Lockhart & Gardner in Chicago. I have some documents for you, sir.”

“What kind of documents?”

“I’m not really sure. My firm has had these documents since 1939. My grandfather handled the matter initially. All we know is we were supposed to deliver these to Daniel Jackson on May 1, 2008. My grandfather passed away some years ago so we can’t really ask him.”

“Who are they from?”

“A Mr. Cameron Mitchell.”

“Cam? And you’ve had them for that long?”


“Then yes, I’m Daniel Jackson.”

And yes, that name does sound familiar. It's Josh Charles' character on The Good Wife
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Set after Drabble 280:

Cameron’s been debating for almost 10 years about writing this letter. He’s gone back and forth between yes and no. The Sam voice in his head keeps telling him it’s too risky, the possibilities for changing something important too high. He’s really afraid of that.

But he’s more afraid of the future not happening the way it’s supposed to. He’s lived a good life. He’s had a few relationships, though never anything permanent, too leery of accidentally giving something away. But it’s not the life he should have had. A life with Daniel.

He put pen to paper: Dear Daniel
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Set after Continuum:

Cameron hid himself away for a few years, trying to heal from wounds, both physical and emotional. He hadn’t just lost his team, lost Daniel, he’d lost his whole world.

Life in the 1920s was a major culture shock. Everything was different. It was like a foreign country with none of the amenities he was used to. It took a while to gain his feet. When he decided he had to actually live this life, he traveled the world to see as much of it as he could before he had to figure out how to get on that freighter.
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When Jared holds him, Jensen can’t help falling into the position he falls asleep in each night, pressed to Jared’s side, his hand over Jared’s heart. Jensen’s agent has been after him to stop, but he can’t. He usually doesn’t realize he’s done it until photos show up on the internet and his agent calls, yelling at him. By then, it’s too late.

Rumors have already started which he laughs off. Jared thinks they’re funny so he won’t remind him to stop. Jared doesn’t mind the risk, thinks it’s time to stop hiding. Jensen’s afraid it will cost him Jared.
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Izzy notices they never call Denny by his first name, only an occasional "Sir." This makes her wonder if they served together, but that idea doesn't seem right. Both Sam and Dean appear too young, Sam more so than Dean.

Izzy notices they are always on alert, scrutinizing each visitor as they enter Denny's room, inspecting the window and bathroom unconsciously, ever vigilant. Sometimes she sees Dean reach for the small of his back and Sam shift to the balls of his feet when someone enters unexpectedly.

Izzy notices a lot of things, but is only more confused by them.
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set after Drabble 220

They charm everyone in the hospital, Sam with his infectious grin, Dean with his bawdy sense of humor. No one seems to be aware of how watchful their eyes are above the smiles.

Izzy sees more than the smiles. She sees how conscious they are of their surroundings and everyone around them. She realizes they know she's watching and they're allowing her to see more, though, by no means, does she think she knows them.

Izzy's beginning to see that she also doesn't know Denny, that everything she thought she knew she assumed, that Denny had never actually told her.
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set after Drabble 219

Denny introduces the two men to Izzy as Sam and Dean, but doesn't explain exactly who they are. She is not able to ask Denny because he is never alone. Sam and Dean are a constant in his room, either one or both always there.

Dr. Burke makes sure to include them during Denny's exams. His tacit approval of them, as well as Denny's, assures their general acceptance by everyone. The other doctors and nurses become used to their continuous presence; no one questions it. No one but Izzy, her curiosity unsatisfied.

Their curiosity about her is just as unsatisfied.
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set after Drabble 218

Izzy hesitated momentarily, looking over her shoulder at Denny sleeping in his hospital bed, then stepped away from the door. The strangers walked into the room, the shorter one pulling the door closed behind them. They stood by Denny’s bedside, watching him sleep.

She saw Denny awaken with his usual speed, tensing when he saw the men before him. All three were frozen in a silent tableau until suddenly the taller man started yelling at Denny; the words too muffled through the door for her to understand. Izzy was reaching for the doorknob when Denny shook his head at her.
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set after Drabble 217

Izzy sees the visible effort the strangers make to camouflage themselves. They relax their body posture and smile at her, flashing their dimples. But she has seen them as they truly are, two very dangerous men.

She shivers as they seem to realize this, communicating with each other with a twist of a lip, a quirk of a brow, then turn back as one to face her. No longer smiling, they gaze at her silently.

Finally, the taller one says, "May we come in?"

Surprised, "You're here to see Denny?"

Something flickers on their faces before they both say, "Yes."
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Izzy stood in the doorway to Denny’s room, watching the two men stalking down the hall towards her. She’d heard the whispers about them; rumors spreading through the hospital like wildfire. They’d been holed up in Burke’s office earlier, involved in a shouting match with each other and with Burke. They’d slammed out of his office, nearly shattering the glass in the door.

No one knew anything about them, but knew enough to scurry out of their way. The strangers had an air of repressed anger, warning all to beware.

Izzy was surprised when they stopped in front of her.
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Trying to draw in a much-needed breath, Denny stretched for the oxygen mask, hooked on the stand by his bed. He couldn't quite reach it. Gasping, he extended further, desperately trying to reach it, knowing he was running out of time.

Burke grabbed it, brusquely placing it over his face. "Joh-Denny, this is enough. You're turning blue. I'm calling your boys. They have to get here. Soon."

Inhaling deeply, Denny refused to respond.

"You're running out of time. Are you really going to deny them this? They're your sons. Let me call them."

A short nod was his only answer.
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set after Drabble 214

Pressing his stethoscope to Denny's chest, Burke listened for a moment. "You going to tell her?"

Pretending to misunderstand, he said, "Who?"

Pulling away, Burke was silent.

"No, I'm not."

"John, you have to…"

"Denny. My name is Denny." Sighing, he continued, "What am I going to say? I've been lying to you. My name's not Denny, I'm ten years older than you think, I have two grown sons, my wife was killed by something I've been hunting for over 20 years, I think I could love you. I can't. I won't pull her out of her safe little world."
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A certain tilt of her head, the way her golden hair cascades down her back, how she flirts through her lashes when she smiles, the joy in her laughter, all of these things remind John of Mary, catching his breath in his throat, a pain in his heart that isn't physical.

Though Izzy is her own person. Her earthy sense of humor, the glimpses of temper that show in her green eyes, her common-sense attitude about life, (his Mary had been a dreamer), are uniquely hers.

His feelings for her remind him too much of Mary and this frightens him.
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Izzy admits that part of her attraction to Denny is his air of secrecy; the things that don’t add up about him pique her curiosity. He fascinates her because he seems open and honest, but deflects all her questions with a joke and a smile. She notices how aware of his surroundings Denny is at all times, constantly on alert, tensing at the slightest provocation, even under the influence of the narcotics managing his pain. She especially wants to know why sometimes he's slow to respond when she calls his name.

Izzy has never been able to resist a mystery.
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"Denny, who’s Mary?"

After an almost imperceptible pause, he continued placing the tiles on the Scrabble board, barely glancing up after carefully counting his points. "Mary? I’m not sure I know what you mean."

"When you were coming out of surgery yesterday, you asked for her."

"Mary was my…" wife, no, not Denny’s, John’s, "someone I used to know a long time ago." A slight tightening of his eyes was his only visible reaction. "A really long time ago."

Izzy was puzzled at the distant look in Denny’s eyes, not understanding why, but knowing his reaction was to her question.
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set after Drabble 210

Pressing a stethoscope to Denny's chest, Burke said, "Take a deep breath. I hate to tell you I told you so…"

Pulling away, Denny replied, "I know you did. And you know why I had to go."

"What I know is the trip to Kansas was hard on you, but this last trip to Chicago did you in. What I know is your boys don't know anything about this."

Denny turned away.

"Joh-Denny, they need to know, especially now. If you don't get a heart…"

"There's nothing they can do. So why call them? So they can say goodbye?"

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Flipping through the pages in the chart, Burke said, "Mr. Duquette, I'm Doc..." stopping as he finally looked up. "John. But this says Duquette; this must not be your char..."

John interrupted, "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't remember me."

Smiling wryly, Burke replied, "It has been over ten years, but it would be hard to forget the man who saved me from a succubus, wouldn't it?"

With a corresponding wry smile, John responded, "Yeah, I guess it would."

Burke stared at John appraisingly, trying to decide how to react.

"So you're having chest pains, Mr. Duquette?"

"Call me Denny."
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There are days when John only thinks of Mary a dozen times, the pain a low thrum in the back of his mind; others when her loss is a bone-deep ache, a primal scream caught in a knot of emotion in the back of his throat. Those days he’d give anything to hear her bright laughter, smell the scent of roses that clung to her, hold her in his arms as she dreamed, see her flutter her lashes and flash her dimples while she bent him as she wished, lose his breath in her kiss, anything just to touch her.
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Set during Suspicion

"Teyla. The time has come."

Hearing those words from Halling made her heart beat faster. She wasn’t ready. She’d known the time for her to journey away from her people to find her own way was coming for over a year, but she wasn’t ready for it now.

Indecisive, she stared at the resolve on Halling’s face.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into an Athosian embrace with him. She took strength from her old lover.

"Go safely." She saw the faith in his eyes. And his love.

"And you."

Pulling away, she took the first step on her journey.
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Set during 38 Minutes

Pulling Stackhouse into an empty room, Markham said, "We have to talk."

Trying to step away from him, Stackhouse responded, "No, we don’t. There’s nothing to talk about!"

"Ever since the accident, you’ve been avoiding me!"

"Why would I do that? I don’t have a reason to hide from you!"

"You know things! You know *me*! Don’t you, Nick?"

Stopping his efforts to move back from Markham, he questioned, "Nick?"

"Tell me that ever since we spent that time in the wormhole together I haven’t been Adam!"

Stackhouse stopped resisting and allowed Markham to pull him close.

"Yes, alright? Yes!"
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Set during Hide and Seek

The cadence of his steps down the stairs matched the "Damn, damn," running through his mind as Sheppard raced towards McKay’s body. He hadn’t realized that his and Elizabeth’s teasing would push the scientist into doing something to prove his bravery.

Falling to his knees besides Rodney, he grabbed his wrist. The fluttering pulse reassured him as he watched Elizabeth remove the artifact from Rodney’s chest.

Calling for a medical team to the gate room, he sighed in relief as McKay started moving. Knowing that Rodney was going to be fine, he couldn’t resist teasing, "You must have passed out."
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Set during Rising II

Mentally choosing his team from the people milling around him, Sheppard sipped champagne. Ford was his first choice. He was intelligent and had reacted well during the rescue. A little young and enthusiastic, but he would learn quickly.

Sheppard watched Teyla as she mingled. The respect on her people’s faces reinforced his decision to ask her.

He continued scanning the crowd, but didn’t immediately see anyone else he wanted to recruit. He needed someone smart and who wouldn’t panic under pressure.

Sheppard’s gaze kept returning to a blue Science uniform, wondering if Rodney’s intelligence was worth having to train him.
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Set during Rising I

Jack muttered "She knows," arching into the sting of teeth on his throat. When there was no response, he tried again, "Wier knows."

Nibbling down Jack’s chest, Daniel asked, "What does Elizabeth know?"

Jack sighed, "About us."

Daniel paused.

Jack continued, "I didn’t mean to tell her. I thought she was talking to me about you. I was distracted."

"You were distracted." Slow lick to a nipple, "You had just escaped death." A quick bite to the other, "Again."

Moving into Daniel’s mouth, Jack said, "And then I thought she asked me for you. She realized when I said no."
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Chris traced random patterns into the palm of Lance’s hand, listening to the reassuring beep of the heart monitor. He was so intent on the sound that he didn’t notice when green eyes slowly blinked open, but Lance didn’t say anything until Chris pulled back from pressing a kiss into his palm.

Lance whispered, “You know if you asked me to stay, I would,” gently squeezing his hand.

Chris whispered back, “I know. That’s why I would never ask you to. You have wanted this for too long. But it’s good to know that you would do that for me.”
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Diane watched as her son’s lover got quieter and quieter. She’d been watching Chris as he paced back and forth. He had finally taken a seat, but had started fidgeting. That was normal for him, so she hadn’t worried. She started to worry when she realized that he hadn’t moved for over an hour.

“Chris, he’s going to be all right. This is a simple procedure and he’ll be out soon.”

“I know.”

“It brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. I can’t stop worrying because of it. I was so scared.”

Surprised, Diane said, “You loved him even back then?”
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JC felt completely disoriented. His whole world had just tilted off its axis. One minute he wasn’t in love, the next he was. The sense of free falling was very unsettling, but exhilarating. When Justin had touched his hand and smiled, he’d felt himself fall into Justin’s blue eyes. JC had gotten breathless, lost in the warmth of his gaze.

He’d realized that Justin had only ever smiled at him like that. Justin’s smile was tender and full of love. Love for *him*. And JC had felt it when he’d fallen in love with Justin. He returned Justin’s sweet smile.
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Justin forgets sometimes. No, it’s not that he forgets; it’s that he doesn’t think about it. It has been such a part of his life for so long that it's no longer something that grabs his attention any more.

He’s in love with JC. He has loved him for so long, he doesn’t really remember a time when he didn’t. He knows there was such a time, but it’s been so long ago that it’s become a distant memory. His love for JC is just a fact about him. It’s become an irrefutable truth, like the color of his eyes.
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I can't count and I can't keep a track of my stuff. Somewhere I lost this one. I found it on the boybanddrabbles website. It's Justin/AJ


“Feliz cumpleanos, niño.”

“Ooh, someone’s been hanging out with Howie again.”

“Shut up, little boy. I was calling to see if you were ready yet.”

“Almost. Y'all are done recording already?”

“I am. I told the others I had to jet. It’s not every day my baby turns 21.”

“AJ, you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”

“I ain’t gonna. Once we’re done with your official party, you and I will have our own. I know you love surprises. You’ll love this one, but you have to wait.”

“Will you make it worth the wait?”

“You know I will.”
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“Are you sorry you did it?”

“I thought I might be, but I’m not.”

“Are you sure, Wade?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I was worried.”

“It turned out ok. You know that I had to do it. Lance, I couldn’t work for you and be with you too.”

“I know. But I don’t want you regretting it later. You’ll start resenting me, us.”

“Nope, never. It was worth it.”

“I wish we could spend more time together, but you’re still on Britney’s tour.”

“Now that you’ve finished yours, you’ll be able to come out. We can be together more often.”

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May. 7th, 2002 07:35 pm
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Mamí = Mom
Mijito = my little son (very, very common endearment in Spanish)


“Alex, what’s the matter?” Denise pulled him into her arms.

“I screwed up so badly, Mamí!”

“Mijito, what did you do?”

“I asked Sarah to marry me.”

“Do you love her?”


“Are you in love with her?”

After a pause, he said “No.”

“What about Howie?”

Surprised, “What?!”

“Did you really think I didn’t know? You’ve been in love with him for as long as you’ve known him.”

“I didn’t know you knew.”

“Would that have made a difference?”

His silence was answer enough.

“He loves you too. You can still fix this. Talk to her, then to him.”

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May. 7th, 2002 03:22 pm
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“Chrissy, it hurts so much!”

“Honey, I know.”

“I want to be mad at Justin for not trying harder, for deciding that he couldn’t deal with the pressure and us always being apart. But I can’t! I know he’s hurting too!”

“He is, Britney. Just because he didn’t know how to deal with being your boyfriend any more, it doesn’t mean he stopped loving you. You know he still does.”

“That’s what hurts so much. I love him; he loves me. Why can’t we be together?”

“Honey, you know why.”

“I just want it to be the way it was!”

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May. 7th, 2002 11:29 am
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“You know I love you, right?”

“Uh-oh, that doesn’t sound good.”

“Howie, I’m serious. You do, right?”

“Yeah, AJ, I know. Just like I love you.”

“You know I am *always* going to be in love with you, right?”

“This really doesn’t sound good. Babe, you’re scaring me.”

“I’ve made a decision. It’s going to hurt both of us, but I think it’s for the best. It’s something that I have to do.”

“Tell me already.”

“You know how Sarah has been there for me throughout this whole thing? She needs me. I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

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May. 7th, 2002 10:30 am
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“Can I trust the way I feel? Is it love?”

“Justin, you’re the only one who knows for sure. JC’s in love with you, so you have to be sure before you say anything.”

“How did you know you were in love with Lance?”

“I didn’t. Lance was the one who knew. He got tired of waiting for me to get a clue and finally told me.”

Justin laughed so hard at Chris’s admission he couldn’t breathe.

“Shut up, man. This isn’t about me anyway. Are you in love with JC?”

“I think I am. No, I know I am.”

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May. 7th, 2002 10:15 am
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Justin broke their kiss. “JC, I don’t know if I can do this again. Last time was really hard. If this isn’t going to go anywhere, let’s not start, ok? Hurts too much when you pull back.”

JC came closer and pressed his forehead to Justin’s. “It’s not going to be like that this time. I know this is what I want.”

“Are you sure? You’re not going to get scared and run back to Bobbie or something?”

“No, I won’t. No more Bobbie. And no more Britney?”

“No, no more Britney.” Justin leaned in and kissed JC’s smiling mouth.

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May. 5th, 2002 12:28 pm
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Justin dropped down unto the bed beside JC, stretching with a loud yawn. “I didn’t think it was ever going to end. I’m going to miss it, but I’m so glad that it’s over. We’re free. At least for eight months.”

After their last concert of the tour, they’d gone out clubbing with the other guys, but they’d been so tired, they’d come home early.

With a soft sigh, Justin settled into JC’s arms. He knew their hectic schedule would resume in a month, with their work on his album, but for now, they could relax and just be together.

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May. 5th, 2002 02:12 am
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references a previous drabble

“I’m not in love with him any more.” Lance looked up from the sink full of dishes.

Chris stopped drying a plate and turned to face Lance.

“What did you say?”

“I’m not in love with JC any more.”

Chris took a hard look at Lance, at the way Lance was looking at him straight in the eye and not holding his breath as he waited for Chris to respond.

Chris was pretty sure that Lance wasn’t lying, but he asked anyway.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

Chris let out a loud whoop and pulled Lance into a kiss.

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Apr. 17th, 2002 12:19 pm
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Howie was tired of being known as the sweet one. He was a nice guy, but he was *not* sweet. He had his moments of being an ass. Everyone did. But he was forever known as the sweet guy from Backstreet. This drove him crazy. He wanted be a jerk sometimes.

He wanted to be able to say no when someone asked for an autograph when he was eating. He wanted to say no when someone invited him to a fundraiser. He wanted to say no to *anything* without feeling guilty. But he couldn’t, because he was the sweet one.

drabble 89

Apr. 17th, 2002 12:15 pm
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AJ was happy. It had been so long since he’d been happy that it had taken him a while to realize it. He had spent so many of the last few years living in a haze, trying to hide from the world. When he’d finally been able to look at himself and decide to stop hiding, his life had changed.

He’d asked for help. His brothers had helped. His mom had helped. The one who’d helped the most was Sarah. She’d stood by him as a friend, then later as a lover. Life was good and he was happy. Finally.

drabble 88

Apr. 17th, 2002 11:56 am
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Nick was feeling a little sad. He’d spent the day talking with Aaron about when the Backstreet Boys had toured Europe for the first time. He’d told him about traveling in an old beat-up bus, living in each other’s pocket, with no privacy. After a while, he’d looked forward to getting away from the constant togetherness. They all had.

Now everyone was so busy living their own lives, scattered across the country, they only saw each other occasionally. He was looking forward to being back in the studio so they could see each other daily. He’d really missed his brothers.

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Apr. 17th, 2002 11:39 am
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A little explanation for the thinking on this one. I've seen some pictures where Brian&Leighanne are set off from the rest of the group, looking a little isolated, so it made me think


Brian had made a promise. He was an honorable man and would never break it. He’d married Leighanne and was happy. Mostly. He wished he’d waited a little longer to do it. If he had, things might be different.

He hadn’t realized how different they were, how little they had to talk about. She seemed to like the other guys, so he was confused by her inability to bond with them. She didn’t like being alone so he spent less time with them to be with her. He was losing touch with them and with himself. They were now Brian&Leighanne.

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Apr. 17th, 2002 11:23 am
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Kevin loved the other guys and wouldn’t do anything to hurt them, so he would never tell them that he felt sorry for them sometimes. They would never know the bone-deep certainty of knowing that you were loved for who you were, not for what you did.

He and Kristen had had a lot of ups and downs, but he knew she loved him as Kevin and not as Kevin Richardson, Backstreet Boy. He wished the others could have that, but knew they never would. They could never truly be sure of a lover. So he felt sorry for them.
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