March 4, 2002
| Run to You
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Crossover inspired by a song by Bryan Adams (blame Nick Carter for that ;-), some lyrics at the end--but it's not a songfic. Rating: I don't know. PG-13? nothing explicit but there's a curse word or two DISCLAIMER: Fiction! This never happened and never will, and I'm not saying it did. disclaimer #2: I still can't believe I wrote this. Apologies if the formatting's messed up. Summary: Justin loves Britney, but then there's Nick... "Run to You" by Coreopsis C. (coreopsis_c@gmail.com) He goes to kiss Brit goodbye, and she turns her face to one side so his lips hit her cheek instead of her mouth. Oh yeah, mustn't smudge the lipstick. When he pulls back, she smiles so sweetly and says, "I really gotta get going. Love you." "I love you too, baby," he says, and he realizes how desperate it sounds when she looks at him funny. He does, though. He loves her so much he doesn't know what to do with it all. But still...there's just that one thing missing. That one thing that he's already looking forward to getting from someone else. "Have a great rest of the tour, guys!" She waves and departs in a hail of "bye, Britney" from all corners of the hotel suite's living room. Justin gives her another hug at the door, then turns around to see that the guys have returned to whatever they were doing before. Joey's fiddling with his two way pager and giggling to himself, and Lance is talking on his cell while flipping through a sheaf of papers. JC's staring out the window with a dreamy look on his face, humming under his breath. And, as has been happening with great frequency of late, Chris is watching Justin. He watches Justin reaching for his cell phone and shakes his head. "What?" Justin can't help the snap in his voice. Chris keeps his own voice even and nonjudgmental, but ruins the effect by crossing his arms over his chest and tipping his jaw up belligerently. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" "Yeah. I know what I'm doing." "Uh huh. And does she?" Justin doesn't dignify that ridiculous question with an answer, just hits a number on speed dial and wishes for the thousandth time that Chris could understand. He goes into a bedroom and closes the door just as a sleepy voice answers the phone. He slaps a grin on his face and says, "Hey, guess who?" "The fucker that woke me up." But Nick laughs anyway. "Where you at?" Justin has to pause for a moment and think. "Anaheim?" Nick snorts at that. "You're asking me?" "No, that's the one." Justin sits down on the corner of the bed and rubs a hand through his hair. "And you know what that means?" "Three days 'til Vegas, baby. I can't wait." Nick sounds so excited that Justin grins harder and more determined than ever. What does Chris know anyway? "You're not going to have trouble getting away are you?" Justin's suddenly worried that something is going to interfere with their meeting and he needs reassurance, even though he hates to admit it. "No, just relax. I have my ticket and hotel reservation, and everything is fine." Nick pauses for a long moment and when he speaks again, his voice is lower and more intimate than before. "I wouldn't let anything stop me from seeing you, J." Justin doesn't say anything, but that's one of the things he likes most about Nick. He knows Britney loves him, but if something better for her career were to come up before they're supposed to hook up, there's at least a fifty percent chance he'd get a teary phone call telling him how sorry she is that she's going to miss him. And it's too damn bad that he doesn't love Nick the way he loves her. Sometimes that makes him feel worse than the guilt over cheating on her. "Hello? Justin? Are you there?" "Yeah." Justin has to clear his throat before he tries again. "Yeah, I'm here. But uh...I gotta go. I'll see you in Vegas." "Three days." Just before he hits the disconnect button, Justin hears Nick's voice, tinny and distant, saying, "I miss you." Justin hits the button fast and pretends he didn't hear it. He slumps back on the bed and thinks about Vegas, thinks about having Nick spread out naked before him. Nick is sensual and hot and free, easy to make love with. He doesn't demand or expect much from Justin on an emotional level, just takes what he gets and seems happy with it. Going to Nick feels like running, running away from Brit and the guys and his life. Running to Nick has been getting easier and easier lately and that worries him. He'd hoped that being on tour would lessen the need, but already he's itching to get to Vegas so he can have Nick. He can't remember the last time he itched for Britney. And yet he loves her, but doesn't love Nick. Right? Maybe he needs to remember that more often. Three days 'til Vegas... The end. Run to you--written by Bryan Adams and Jim Vallance She says her love for me could never die But that'd change if she ever found out about you and I Oh but her love is cold Would it hurt her if she didn't know, 'cause When it gets too much I need to feel your touch I'm gonna run to you I'm gonna run to you When the feelin's right I'm gonna run all night I'm gonna run to you She's got a heart of gold, she'd never let me down But you're the one that always turns me on You keep me comin' round I know her love is true but it's so damn easy making love to you I got my mind made up I need to feel your touch I'm gonna run to you Back |