Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 17:53:09 EDT
From: ChefBratt@aol.com
Subject: MyLanceMyLoveP17

Wow... I didn't know I was creating a masterpiece here from my own little
warped since of reality. Oh well, I just want to say thank you to all you
loyal fans out there. This had started out as just a fantasy of mine, but
if I am making your day complete, keep reading!

~J~

That being said, here's the deal....I don't know the members of NSYNC
personally, and I could care less about their personal lives so
please... this is a work of pure fiction (Sadly...) Secondly, If your not
18 or aren't allowed to read this because of legal reasons, you need to go
to a more appropriate site. Also, this story contains man-to-man
relationships, and at times will feature homosexual sex acts. If this
offends you, you need to ask yourself, do I really want to
continue??.... Anyway, email me if you think this is good or
whatever... (Especially if you are one of the lead characters!!...*Grin*)

When we last saw the guys......

We continued our conversation about how life was like and why he chose his
profession. As he talked I noticed a cute guy moving closer and closer to
us. I kept noticing that as he was moving closer he was looking JC up and
down, and I thought uh oh, he recognizes him. Keeping my eyes on the guy, I
was talking to JC like it was no big deal and I was paying attention, but
in reality I was focused on the approaching stranger. As our stop neared,
JC and I stood up and headed for the exit doors. JC was talking about the
stage crew, and he was blissfully unaware that the stranger stood up as
well. Making a hasty exit off the train, I turned to see that the stranger
was right behind JC. Still unaware of what was happening, JC was rambling
on about the lighting in St. Luis when he suddenly stooped mid
sentence. The man had gotten close enough to JC that he pulled something
out his coat, and they both stood looking at me. JC for help, the man with
the weapon confused for a split second. As I approached them both, I felt
the point in my back, and a raspy breath on my neck. The voice thin and
raspy said, "Don't make any sudden moves."

And Now....

"What did you say?" I asked him through gritted teeth.

"You heard me, you fuckin queer. Shut up and remain quiet or we will see
how well your pretty boyfriend sings with his throat slit!" The man
stated. Of course I had heard him, but I was hoping that I heard him
wrong. You see there is a secret that I haven't told anyone yet. Ever since
I was a little boy, I have been fascinated with people who claim to have
telekinetic abilities, and recently I have found out I have them too. I
also have the ability to enter other people's thoughts. Being a kind of
moralistic person, I generally don't because a person's mind is the most
private thing they can have. When the man behind me called me a fucking
queer however and decided to take my friend and I hostage, he had no more
privacy in my book. Quickly acting I closed my eyes and focused on the man
behind JC. I could clearly see his face, and started to concentrate on the
spot between his eyes. As I did so, I felt myself let go and started to
fall towards him. Willing myself into his conscious mind, I could feel his
senses, and quickly realized he was not a "traveler" like myself. It took
him a minute to realize I was there.

"Let go of my friend!" I thought sternly.

The man physically tensed up, and I could feel his emotions heighten.

"What the fuck?" I felt him think.

"I said, LET GO OF MY FRIEND! And tell your friend to let go of me!" I
thought harder.

Frightened beyond his wildest imagination he screamed out loud, "He's a
freak! Let him go!" With that, I felt him drop JC and start to run. I
instantly willed myself back into my own mind just in time to feel the man
let go of me. Because I haven't done that in awhile, it drained my energy
too fast and I passed out.



On the plane:

The flight was starting to drag, and Lance and Justin were getting
restless. The flight attendants had recognized them, but thanks to the only
male flight attendant respectfully kept to their jobs. Justin was listening
to music and Lance was looking out the window as the movie played on in the
background. Suddenly and without warning, Lance grabbed at his chest and
winced in pain. Taking off his headphones Justin looked at Lance worriedly.

"Lance, you ok?" Justin asked.

"Yeah.. Just fine.." Lance responded before wincing in pain again.

Reaching up and hitting the call light, Justin asked the steward for some
stomach remedy for his friend. Upon his return, Justin made Lance drink
some water and take the pill.

"Lance, when we get to Boston, can we take you to the hospital?" Justin
asked.

"No. I told you I'm fine." Lance retorted.

"Bullshit. I'll ask JC to make you go." Justin said.

"He's not my father, and neither are you, so please drop it, ok?" Lance
turned as he said.

"Justin?" Lance asked. Justin hadn't heard his friend because he suddenly
became aware of some trouble. "Earth to Justin... I'm sorry...." Lance was
saying.

"Lance there is something wrong." Justin said very quietly.

"No there isn't. I told you its just nerves and what not, I'll be ok in a
minute." Lance responded.

"No Lance, not you this time. I can't put my finger on it, but this time
it's not you." By now Justin was physically concerned about
something. Given his moments of fancy, Lance was going to dismiss his
friend when he saw the look of fear in his eyes.

"Justin, what do you think is going to happen? To us? To the plane? What?"
Lance started to ask in low tones.

"Not us. It's already happened. I know that its not us." Justin responded

Back In Boston:

"Will? WILL? Please wake up!!" JC was shouting as a small crowd started to
form.

"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!! CALL AN AMBULANCE!!" He continued to shout as he
shook me harder. Suddenly he heard the sirens of the police car, and as he
looked up, he looked into the face of a transit authority policeman.

"Sir? Can you tell me what happened?" The officer asked.

"My friend and I were being mugged, and then he just... just... passed
out." JC managed to say as the paramedics rushed past him to me.

"Mugged you say? Do you know what they looked like?" The cop continued to
ask.

"Yes and no... I know what the guy that was holding Will... But I don't
know what the other one looked like." JC managed to say as he watched the
paramedics.

"OK, So your friend's name is Will... And you two were being mugged....."
The cop was saying.

"UH HUH.... Can I go with him?" JC asked as he headed towards the
ambulance.

"I see no problem with that. Just one more thing though, Can I have your
autograph?" The cop said with a smirk. Horrified, JC look at the cop with
hatred in his eyes.

"My friend is hurt, and all you care about is meeting me?" He practically
shouted.

"I... I.... I'm sorry" The cop managed to stammer out.

"Look, when this is all over, I will find you, but right now, I need to
help my friend!" JC shouted as he jumped up into the ambulance.

"Thanks, I'm a huge fan Mr. Chasez." The cop said to JC, as he handed him
his card. Stunned into silence, JC sat back as the ambulance doors closed
and the cop pounded the back to let the drivers know it was all
clear. Turning in his seat, he saw me starting to get coherent again, but I
was drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Please be ok Will... Lance would kill me if anything ever happened to
you." I heard JC pray as we headed towards the hospital.

ON THE PLANE AGAIN:

"Any better Just?" Lance asked as he looked at his friend.

"No Lance. I just can't shake this feeling. It's not something I did or
didn't do. It's not with you guys. I just... I just... I just dunno."
Justin said mumbling.

"Ladies and Gentleman, can I have your attention please. The captain has
turned on the seatbelt sign, indicating our arrival into Boston air. Please
put your trays and seatbacks into their upright positions. For those of you
using our telephone system, please end your call as the captain will
terminate all out going signals in a few moments. The temperature at Logan
International Airport is a balmy 70 degrees, and the forecast calls for a
chance of rain this evening. We have an arrival time of 7:15; therefore we
have been cleared for landing and will be on the ground momentarily. On
behalf of the captain and crew of Sky Blue airways flight 725, I welcome
you to Boston Massachusetts." The stewardess said over the PA system.

"When we get on the ground, I'm gonna try Will." Lance said. He looked at
Justin to see that he had already had his cell phone out and had JC's cell
number programmed and ready to be sent.

As the plane made its descent and the finally parked at the gate, Justin
and Lance were one of the few people off first. As Lance scanned the area
for Will or JC, Justin tried furiously to get his cell phone to
work. Looking at Justin, Lance started to giggle.

"What? What's so funny?" Justin said as he glared at Lance and was getting
more and more aggravated about his phone. Lance calmly looked at Justin and
said, "J, your not gonna get a signal in here. Look." Above Justin's head
was a sign proclaiming that the use of cellular phones and mobile devices
would be blocked by radio waves. Grabbing his bag, Justin just got angrier
as he headed for the doors. He soon realized that Lance was not right
behind him.

Turning to his friend he shouted, "You Coming?" But it was no use. There,
in the middle of the airport terminal, stood a wall of TV's showing the
local news. And right in the middle of the wall was NSYNC's JC Chasez
getting into an ambulance after and altercation. Justin just screamed as
Lance came to and quickly ushered him towards the exit. As he was trying to
hail a cab, he noticed a limo that had Will's company logo on it. "Justin,
Its gonna be ok. We are gonna get settled, and try to find out what
happened. First I need to call Johnny." Turning towards the limo, he asked
"Driver?  Are you from the Marshall group? We were expecting Mr. Benson
himself." Lance said worriedly as he flipped his phone open. "Yes I am, and
Mr. Benson was supposed to meet me so I could bring him here. I got a call
from my dept saying to just come here to get you, Mr. Benson was tied up at
the moment." The driver replied, taking Justin and Lance's bags. "Sir, are
you ok?" He asked Justin. A confused Justin just answered with a nod as he
slid into the back of the limo. Suddenly, he became very animated and
started dialing numbers on his cell phone. "Do you know what if Mr. Benson
or his friend are ok?" Lance asked the driver just as Justin finished
leaving a message for Johnny to call him urgently.

The driver responded by saying, "I'm not sure, I just heard the news
myself. However I will call my headquarters in a second. I was given
instructions for you two, so first I must get you to safety." He started to
drive away from the airport just as the boys had been recognized. A small
crowd was forming in the doors and security was everywhere in a matter of
seconds. Lance picked up his phone, and tried Will's number, but all he got
was his voicemail. Looking at a shocked Justin, he tried JC's cell, and he
got the same. Just then the driver turned to them and said, "I found out
Mr. Benson was the injured party. I don't know exactly how or why. My
instructions are to take you to your hotel, and have you taken the back way
to where you can go and see him." He started driving again and quickly they
stopped at a red light. Making a series of almost u-turns, the limo headed
into an underground tunnel. Despite there concern, the boys were amazed at
the level of security that surrounded the car as soon as it stopped.

"Mr. Bass, Mr. Timberlake? My name is Phil, and I am Assistant Head of
Security for Marshal Hotels. If you will follow me, I will take you to
Mr. Benson." The boys headed over to a black Chevy Blazer that was running
and climbed in.

"Phil? Can you tell us what happened?" Justin asked.

"Well It's like this. Mr. Benson and Mr. Chasez were riding the subway
earlier when 2 unknown assailants approached them. After that, Mr. Benson
passed out, and was taken to the hospital." Phil responded.

"And Mr. Chasez?" Lance asked.

"Fine." Came the reply.

It was apparent that something had happened to Will, and JC was fine. Lance
shuddered as he thought about what might have happened if he or Justin lost
either of the other two boys. Seeing his friend's discomfort, Justin
reached out and pulled Lance close to him.

The two boys sat in silence as the security van pulled around a hospital
and into a restricted space.

In the hospital:

I remember hearing the voices of the doctors, but not one I could
understand. I could also feel a tremendous amount of love emanating from
right beside me. Gods I wish I could figure out this mind thing! I resigned
myself to just letting go and relaxing when I heard this voice.

"Will?" It said.

I thought I opened my eyes, but I wasn't sure because it didn't look like
the hospital room anymore. "Hey Will... Over here." I looked in the
direction of where the voice was coming from.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked as I sat up. "I mean you look familiar,
but I just can't place you."

The figure moved into the light, and I could see someone I used to know. I
couldn't figure out whom though.

"Its ok Will. I didn't expect you to know me. My name is Joseph, but people
call me Joe."  He said as he moved onto my bed. "Don't be frightened. We
have known each other awhile, just not in this capacity. I can't explain it
just yet, but just trust me ok?" He continued.

"I guess I don't have any choice do I?" I asked him, as I got
comfortable. "Where are we by the way?" I asked. All I could see was
darkness, except for where he was.

"Where do you want to be?" He asked. "Wait a minute before you answer
that." And he closed his eyes. Suddenly it was bright sunny day, and we
were back on my college campus looking at the school. It reminded me of the
day my first boyfriend told me he loved me. I looked at him and asked, "Why
here?"

"Because it felt like a nice place to be. I used to go to school here with
my Steven." He replied as he looked at me sadly.

"Used to? Forgive, but I think these drugs they gave me are kicking in. I
don't even know where we are, or even who you are. I don't mean to be rude,
but I am so drowsy I think I might fall asleep right now." I said as I
lazily closed my eyes. Just then I heard his voice for the last time say,
"Sleep tight my angel, somebody loves you." I swear I had heard that
before. Drifting in and out of consciousness, I could hear the voices of my
friends and colleagues, and even the voice of an angel singing next to me.



Well what do you think guys??  ~ J ~