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 ~