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popslash_lollipopsbut others beat me to it.
I'll start off easy on y'all. Sort of.
Futurefic, slighlyt angsty. Sync pairing: either Trickyfish or Lambs.
Or, alternatively, be the first to write the reactions of the other guys to Justin's little...malfunction at the Superbowl.
ETA: not to self, remember to post these IN the community, not in your own LJ.
I'll start off easy on y'all. Sort of.
Futurefic, slighlyt angsty. Sync pairing: either Trickyfish or Lambs.
Or, alternatively, be the first to write the reactions of the other guys to Justin's little...malfunction at the Superbowl.
ETA: not to self, remember to post these IN the community, not in your own LJ.
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Meh.
Date: 2004-02-02 06:42 pm (UTC)~~~~~
"Next on MTV's Halftime Hall of Fame -- Miss Janet takes the stage, and Justin Timberlake is definitely nasty."
Chris laughs from the kitchen and says something about knowing that for years now. He always laughs that shit off. But then, he can handle anything about Justin solo. It's the group stuff he doesn't want to talk about.
I'm just the opposite. Being a part of that bunch of guys was the best thing that ever happened to me. My best friend Justin, my little brother Justin, I've got more warm memories of him than I know what to do with. But I don't want to hear about that asshole Timberlake.
The chain is only as strong as its weakest link.
We all saw it coming a mile away. Everyone but Joey. Joey believed until the bitter fucking end, and I was two feet away from him when he finally gave up. The screaming matches had gone on the entire time we recorded what would have been the reunion album. JC wanted, Justin wanted, Chris wanted. I didn't worry too much about it, I certainly never gave a shit about my creative input before and I didn't see any reason to start. But Joey... Joey wanted everything to go back to the way it had been before, Joey wanted to record No Strings again, and he was going to kill himself trying to make it that way, to bring back the magic. The last big fight was on a Thursday afternoon. Joey finally cracked, finally tried in his sweet, desperate sternness to pull Justin back out of Timberlake.
And thus began the last ten minutes of 'N Sync. I don't remember a second of it. Just the screaming. Not just yelling and bitching, screaming, and it was the only time I'd ever heard it from Joey. The only word I remember from the entire conversation was "coattails" -- and seeing, for the first time since I'd known him, the light vanish from Joey's eyes. The second that word tumbled from Justin's lips.
The magic was in the symbiosis, on leaning on each other, backs together in a circle. Justin stood up, and the pyramid toppled. He hasn't thanked us in a single speech.
Timberlake stalked away, writing four or five new Cry Me A Rivers for the album after, and Justin vanished into the ether. Joey had three groomsmen. Chris and I had two.
Janet looks down at her nipple ring, horrified. "Asshole didn't even pay the fine for her," Chris clucks as he sits beside me, stretching out on the sofa and resting his head on my lap. "You talked to C lately?"
"Yeah, he's all excited about his new shit. You aren't busy soon, are you?"
"Not too busy to lay a track down. Unless he's gonna be down there in his underwear without bathing for two days again--"
I can't help laughing. "God, don't remind me." I glanced at the TV and grinned. "He just had a wardrobe malfunction."
"Oh, Christ, Bass --" He almost falls out of my lap onto the floor. When he's done giggling, his eyes widen to half-seriousness as he looks back up at me. "You thought any more about what we're gonna call ourselves now?"
"You know I don't do the creative shit. You got any ideas?"
He wrinkles his nose for half a second, then grins. "Justified?"
The weakest link was on the end after all. It snapped under the pressure, fell away, but the chain remains. Timberlake can strut, talk trash, write angsty songs until his head explodes, but he can't change ten years of our lives.
A part of the love I built my life around is gone, but the rest of it has only grown stronger.
I think that's how Justin would have wanted it.
Re: Meh.
Date: 2004-02-02 07:29 pm (UTC)I feel like I should give you a prize or something... Sorry, I have none to offer lol.
Re: Meh.
Date: 2004-02-03 04:16 am (UTC)I like that the four are getting back together without Justin.
And now Janet has admitted to changing the routine after final rehearsals.
Re: Meh.
Date: 2004-02-16 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-02 07:40 pm (UTC)Definitely angsty.
Totally well done, but I think I didn't like it 'cause I could all too easily see it coming true...
*wibble*
You Rang?
Date: 2004-02-02 07:45 pm (UTC)Re: You Rang?
Date: 2004-02-03 04:19 am (UTC)*plans to go looking*
after work unfortunately.
No Need to Go Looking.
Date: 2004-02-03 09:51 am (UTC)Re: No Need to Go Looking.
Date: 2004-02-03 02:16 pm (UTC)And "Superboob debacle" made me spit out my water in laughter.
Chris' reaction was priceless.
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Date: 2004-02-03 10:06 am (UTC)Green eyes sparkle in the low light of the room, lit by candlelight.
“You’re so cute when you’re all mysterious like that,” Janet grins from the door as she walks in, sliding the key card in her pocket.
“Hey,” Lance smiles over his shoulder. “How was it, tonight?”
“Nice,” She shrugged, walking up to him, “Suprising.”
Justin stands in a corner of the room, looking out the window and staring through the Houston skyline.
“I apologize for that, you know,” Lance smiles. “He does too.”
“I know. Quite liberating. Something that I wish he would have done to the other cup as well,” she jokes.
Lance snaps his fingers and Justin comes over obediently, sinking to his knees and shedding his t-shirt. He’s still wearing his chinos and his body still feels salty because of the sweat he shed on stage.
“Do you think anybody noticed that he was, y’know, different?” Lance asks, taking out a small needle and sliding it into Justin’s neck. A small door opens up and Janet smiles, pulling up a chair.
“I don’t think so. Until that show of brute strength,” She giggles.
“You’re in a giggly mood tonight,” He says.
“I try my best, honey,” She says, her fingers walking up the taunt line of Justin’s torso as Lance lifts the door open, finding circuitry within. “So, why did Jive give you these things, anyway.”
“The scientists had a thing for him and JC. Jive said it would be great because then the real two could record with the group and we’d have something out by December,” Lance rations.
Janet brings the two fingers to Lance’s lips, and he licks the dried sweat off them slowly, devouring the taste of both salt and skin.
“So where’s JC’s?”
“With JC because he actually read the manual,” Lance smiles, taking the small needle and flipping through several different switches, lifting leaflets of silicon motherboard from the back of Justin’s neck.
Janet giggles. “I can imagine what they’re doing tonight.”
“Wow. Didn’t need to hear that,” Lance smiles. “You alright though. Justin called from Spain and he was really worried.”
“I’m fine. Don’t you worry,” Janet nods as Lance plays around inside Justin’s neck for a little longer before resetting the silicon leaflets in place and closing his hand over the protective skin.
“Well, just call him if anything happens with the FCC. He’s concerned.”
“I know,” she nods. “What did you do to it, anyway?”
“Just made sure it wouldn’t grip as hard,” Lance shrugs.
“Is it good in bed?”
“Never tried it out,” Lance shrugged.
“Maybe you should. It’s got to play the part 100 percent, right?”
“Yeah,” Lance’s mouth turns into a straight line.
“Well…”
“Stop trying to get me in bed with an android,” He smiles, snapping his fingers again and watching android Justin come alive.
“Eh, well,” Janet shrugs, as Justin stands up and watches the two of them as she kisses him on the cheek. “It was worth a try.”
She gets up, walking out of the room and grinning at Justin before closing the door. “See ya, robo-Juju.”
“Bye, Janet,” Justin grins at her, pulling Lance into his arms.
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Date: 2004-02-03 02:05 pm (UTC)A robot! I love AU type stories. RoboJustin!
I heart this story.