Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 01:15:00 +0000
From: Angel1313@att.net
Subject: Devotion ch.36

Devotion
Chapter Thirty-Six:
Emotion Without Motion

disclaimer: Fiction

notes: Okay, let's see... I have two things to apologize for. First off, I
am deeply sorry for all the spelling errors in chapter 35. I guess that I
was so eager to send it out that I forgot to run spellcheck. (This from the
girl who spellchecks her *e-mails* >.<) I corrected it, but alas, it's too
late, now =P Second, I want to apologize for not sending this out sooner. I
thought that I was going to add to it - and I did, actually - but I ended
up moving the edition to the beginning of chapter 37. The result? This
chapter is short and I mislead all the people whom I told about the
edition. (Did that even make sense?) Anyway, without further ado, here it
is: Chapter 36.


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Chapter Thirty-Six:
Emotion Without Motion

	Justin sat down on the end of a row of plastic, blue seats,
dropping his bag beside him.
	"I'm gonna go check us in," Lance announced, walking over to the
counter and the two smiling stewardesses behind it.
	Chris sat down beside Justin. "We still have forty minutes before
take-off," he pointed out. "JC has plenty of time to get here."
	Justin didn't say anything.
	Joey walked over and knelt beside the sullen teen. "Don't you worry
about JC, Curly; he's a big boy. He can take care of himself."
	"Why do I feel like we've already had this conversation?" Justin
muttered. Looking up at the New Yorker, he added, "And don't forget that
*you're* the reason Josh is out there by himself."
	Chris and Joey collectively sighed. "Justin, you know Joey didn't
mean-" the twenty-eight year-old began, but he was interrupted by Lance.
	"I checked us in," the Mississippian announced, rejoining the
group. "And they're going to tell us when we can board the plane because it
may be a few minutes."
	The other three just nodded silently. The silence grew as each man
became lost in his own thoughts.
	/If JC doesn't get here by the time the plane's going to take off,
Justin's probably going to stay, so we'll *all* probably have to
stay. Except that we have that meeting with our Spanish coach at seven to
begin work on `Yo Te Voy a Amar.' Great. That basically means we're
screwed./ Lance mentally tried to work out scenarios, cursing JC for being
so moody.
	Justin was cursing *himself* for not being able to understand JC
better. But he was pretty angry at the twenty-four year-old as well.
	Chris was trying to figure out how to patch things up between all
of his bandmates, and how he was going to make JC's return less awkward. So
far, he hadn't been able to come up with anything.
	Joey was trying to think of a way to find JC without making an
announcement over the PA system. He, too, was at a loss.
	Suddenly, it hit him. "Oh my God!" the New Yorker exclaimed,
causing his bandmates to jump. "I just thought of something!"
	"Save it," Justin sneered. "It's probably nothing important."
	Joey ignored him, but Justin saw Lance give him a dirty look. The
nineteen year-old frowned. /I thought Lance was angry with Joey, too./
	"I know how we can find JC!" Joey continued, a satisfied smile
spreading across his face. Even Justin forgot to be angry as he explained
his simple idea.

	JC sighed and sat down. He didn't really know where he was, except
that it wasn't where he was supposed to be.
	"I wish I hadn't given my ticket to Scoop," the brunet muttered,
looking dejectedly at his feet. Looking back up, he spotted another set of
monitors that were showing all the incoming and outgoing flights from the
airport.
	"Or that I'd at least have learned our flight number," he added
with a sigh.
	Standing up, JC prayed that no one would recognize him as he began
to wander through the airport once more. He had been lucky so far, but in a
place this big, it would take some kind of miracle for him *not* to be
spotted. The longer he walked around, the more likely it was that he was
going to run into someone who knew who he was.
	/I never should have run out of there,/ the twenty-four year-old
scolded himself as he tried not to panic. /Then I wouldn't be lost and
alone. I'm probably going to miss our flight... I don't think I have enough
money on me to buy another ticket. Maybe the guys will have to wait for
me. Great. *That's* going to make them happy with me. Haven't I
disappointed them enough already?/
	Finding another waiting area, this one almost completely empty, JC
once again sat down.
	Suddenly, he heard a soft melody playing. A familiar melody. A
melody that was coming from his pants pocket.
	"Hello?"

	"Josh?" Justin practically yelled into his phone. "Josh, where are
you?"
	There was silence on the other end. Justin began to panic.
	"Josh?! Oh my god, are you okay? God, Josh, speak to me! Are you
hurt, are you-"
	"Justin, I'm fine. I just," JC paused for a moment as he searched
for an excuse. "I just couldn't hear you for a moment there. Bad
connection, I guess."
	"Oh. Bad connection. Right," Justin echoed, his voice sounding
empty.
	Lance, Joey, and Chris - who were all crowded around the nineteen
year-old - looked relieved. At least JC was talking.
	"So, what do you need?" JC asked casually. Justin nearly dropped
his phone.
	"`What do I *need*'?!" the blonde repeated. "Josh, what do you
*think* I need? Where the hell are you?!"
	"Why don't you let me talk to him?" Lance suggested, gently prying
the cell phone out of Justin's grip. Justin didn't struggle much. He sank
into a nearby seat as soon as Lance had the phone. Joey went to sit next to
him, gently rubbing the teen's back.
	Glancing nervously at Justin, who appeared to be going into shock,
Lance said, "JC?"
	"Lance, that you?" came the reply.
	"Yeah," the Mississippian confirmed. "JC, where are you?"
	"Gate 32-N," the brunet responded, glancing at the gate number
above the waiting area he was in.
	"32 *N*?" Lance repeated in disbelief. "Jace, that's like half-way
across the airport."
	There was silence on the other end.
	Lance took a deep breath. "Look," he began, but just then one of
the stewardesses approached the small group.
	"You can board the plane now," she informed them.
	Chris thanked her and began to gather his stuff. He then collected
Justin's things since the teen hadn't made an effort to do so himself.
	Lance rubbed at one his temples with his free hand as he began
again. "Look, Jace, I think you're going to have to make a run for it;
we're boarding. Pretty soon the public's gonna start boarding, too, since
there's only twenty-five minutes until we're scheduled to take off. Now,
we're at gate A-17, so do your best to *hurry.* One of the guys from Sexual
Chocolate will be here to make sure you get in, okay? He'll have your
ticket, too, all right?"
	"Okay, thanks," JC replied before hanging up.
	Lance quickly hung up as well. He then turned to the other guys,
which actually turned out to only be Joey.
	At Lance's curious look, the New Yorker explained, "Chris took
Justin onto the plane. He's been sort of out of it since he talked to JC."
	"He's probably overwhelmed with relief," Lance guessed. "Anyway,
would you go give this ticket to one of the bodyguards? Tell him to wait
for JC out here. I'm going to go tell the other guys that they can call
back the troops since JC's been found."
	Joey nodded and the two set off in opposite directions.

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	Well, did you like it? I know, it was pretty uneventful... and it
was short... but that's not what's important! Besides, I've already started
ch.37, so you shouldn't have to wait long for something more exciting to
come along. Or not. Anyway, feel free to send me feedback to tell me how
stupid it was of me to *not* add to this chapter. I can take it ^_~
(Angel1313@att.net) Thanks, Angel ^_^