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popslash_lollipops2004-03-02 11:39 pm
ninjetti75.livejournal.com) wrote in popslash_lollipops2004-03-02 11:39 pm
Entry tags:
- chris,
- chris - jc,
- jc,
- nsync
Yaaaay, New Week!
Oooooh, lessee, what will stir up responses?
How 'bout:
Needlephobic!JC.
TrickC, hurt/comfort, involving a serious panic attack ny JC in regards to a syringe.
Now, the mandatory doctor's visit is just *blah*, too easy, too already done, unless your muse really wants it... ..I obviously won't complain about extra fic... *wink*. But I'm thinking something more. I hesitate to suggest a needle encounter on the street, 'cuz GOD it could have anything in it, AIDS... ..that'd scare anyone, and I don't want that much angst, feels almost like rapefic to me *shudder* Maybe... ..I dunno, dentist's office? Accidental exposure to a diabetic emergency? I dunno, surprise me. :)
How 'bout:
Needlephobic!JC.
TrickC, hurt/comfort, involving a serious panic attack ny JC in regards to a syringe.
Now, the mandatory doctor's visit is just *blah*, too easy, too already done, unless your muse really wants it... ..I obviously won't complain about extra fic... *wink*. But I'm thinking something more. I hesitate to suggest a needle encounter on the street, 'cuz GOD it could have anything in it, AIDS... ..that'd scare anyone, and I don't want that much angst, feels almost like rapefic to me *shudder* Maybe... ..I dunno, dentist's office? Accidental exposure to a diabetic emergency? I dunno, surprise me. :)
Part 3
“C, I’m gonna tell Joey we’re leaving, why don’t you go wait for the elevator?” Chris said, as he retrieved their jackets from one of the rooms.
JC nodded weakly and headed for the hall. Chris spied Joey, who had seen them come back in from the fire escape. He made his way to Joey’s side. “We’re taking off, Joe. C had an unfortunate needle sighting. We’re gonna head back to the hotel.”
“Is he gonna be okay?” Joey asked, concern knitting his brow. “You want me to go with you?”
“Nah, it’s cool. Stay and enjoy your night. He’ll be fine. He didn’t even lose consciousness this time. Maybe he’s getting better? At this rate, we’ll be able to get him a celebratory tattoo for his 80th birthday.”
Joey and Chris laughed at the joke’s untruth, but passed a question of concern and a nod of reassurance as they hugged. “Thanks for coming, man, it means a lot. Tell C I’ll call him in the morning.” Joey gave Chris a squeeze and a back pat and returned to his castmates.
Chris found JC in the hallway, leaning his head on the cool metal of the elevator door. He reached for his sleeve. “C? You ready?”
“Yeah.”
They rode the elevator in silence and walked the few blocks to the hotel, basking in the ironic security of New York’s vastness and anonymity. Chris was on a different floor, but he escorted JC to his room, following him inside.
“You gonna tuck me in?” JC asked, but his smiling eyes said he didn’t mind at all.
“Hell no! You made me leave a party with free booze early. I’m raiding your minibar.”
JC laughed and gestured to the cabinet in the corner with a key resting on top of it. “Help yourself.” Then he grew quiet. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know why such a little thing, that wasn’t even anywhere near me, freaks me out so much. I didn’t mean to make you leave the party.”
Chris grabbed a beer from the small fridge and popped the top, “Eh, don’t sweat it. It wasn’t the kinda party a rock ‘n’ roll guy like me shoulda been hanging at anyway. Not my scene.” He plopped onto the couch where JC had sat staring at his knees. “Hey,” Chris said, pulling JC’s head onto his shoulder. “Seriously, it’s okay. I just feel bad I didn’t see it coming.”
“It’s not your job to, like, defend me from the possible presence of evil pointy things.”
“Sure it is! Says so on my job description. Right after ‘Change Justin’s Diapers’ and right before ‘Lighten Lance the fuck up!’”
JC’s laughed softly relaxed under Chris’s arm, burrowing deeper into Chris’s chest. “Okay, so then it is your job. But, still, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Chris whispered into JC’s curls, dropping a light kiss on the top of his head. “Any time.”
Re: Part 3
That was AWESOME!!
Fabulous needle threat that wasn't medical visit related and was only threatening to JC's phobia, not anyone's health (unless someone watched too much Pulp Fiction, lol)
Fantastic job, Thank You so much!!!
Re: Part 3
Your request seemed to perfectly suit an actual story I know. It didn't seem to hard to work it all in. This is the first real fic-type thing I've ever written, so I'm delighted it was good for you. :)
Re: Part 3
Well done!
Re: Part 3
And sorry to hear that you have to carry the needle with you. Frankly, I hope someone else is around should my friend ever need to use her epinephrine, because I really can't see me sticking her. I'm not needle-phobic, but I'd be no damn good giving someone else a shot.
Re: Part 3
You would be surprised what you are capable of doing in an emergency situation, I had my sister do just fine, afterwards she got the shakes and vomitocious and freaked. We laugh about it now.