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Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Following The Yellow Brick Road
Author: Kate & Mercutio, at Index of Stand Alone Stories & Mercutio's Stories and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sirkate & bard_mercutio
Characters: Lance, Chris
Prompt: 09 Hurt/Comfort
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: A phone call between Lance in his hospital bed and Chris on tour. It's fun and sweet and heartbreaking all at once.
"So," Chris says to the phone, "when we get free of Lou, we're thinking of recording the next album in Finland. Or Sweden or some place like that, because Joey says he can't live without big-breasted blonde women. I think it's some sort of repressed desire for his mother, but I don't think he's ready to confront his issues yet, since he slapped me upside the head and told me not to talk about his mama that way."
He fiddles with the phone cord as he speaks. They're miles and miles away from Lance now, and if you believe Lou, they're never going back for him.
Lance sighs, turning onto his side in the hospital bed. "Phyllis isn't blonde, Chris," he says, trying to keep his voice from being breathy.
"Hey, it's a good theory. Don't use facts to mess it up." Chris' voice is light. He calls Lance every night without fail.
"I'll be out of here soon," Lance promises.
Link to the story: Following The Yellow Brick Road or here or here
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Spectacle
Author: Giddy, at The Geekdom andgiddygeek
Characters: Nsync
Prompt: 43 Denial
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: Chris wakes up in Lance's bed. Naked. But Nothing Has Happened. He's absolutely sure of that. Almost. This very funny and very touching story has a spectacularly neurotic-and-in-denial Chris and a wonderfully calm-and-amused Lance.
"Come out from under there," Lance finally said. He wasn't laughing out loud but it was bubbling in his voice; he sounded virtually merry, which was scary. Lance was never merry, unless pyrotechnics were involved.
"I'm not coming out," Chris said. He was very sure. There were many layers to that statement, and he was very, *very* sure.
"Come out, come out," Lance crooned, and it was unfair that he could do things like that with his voice, things that interested Chris, things that had made Chris uncomfortable since he'd first met Lance, the skinny little blond kid who had no rhythm but. Had other things.
Link to the story: Spectacle
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Following The Yellow Brick Road
Author: Kate & Mercutio, at Index of Stand Alone Stories & Mercutio's Stories and
sirkate & bard_mercutioCharacters: Lance, Chris
Prompt: 09 Hurt/Comfort
Rating: -
Length: short
Brief summary: A phone call between Lance in his hospital bed and Chris on tour. It's fun and sweet and heartbreaking all at once.
"So," Chris says to the phone, "when we get free of Lou, we're thinking of recording the next album in Finland. Or Sweden or some place like that, because Joey says he can't live without big-breasted blonde women. I think it's some sort of repressed desire for his mother, but I don't think he's ready to confront his issues yet, since he slapped me upside the head and told me not to talk about his mama that way."
He fiddles with the phone cord as he speaks. They're miles and miles away from Lance now, and if you believe Lou, they're never going back for him.
Lance sighs, turning onto his side in the hospital bed. "Phyllis isn't blonde, Chris," he says, trying to keep his voice from being breathy.
"Hey, it's a good theory. Don't use facts to mess it up." Chris' voice is light. He calls Lance every night without fail.
"I'll be out of here soon," Lance promises.
Link to the story: Following The Yellow Brick Road or here or here
Claim: Nsync: Lance Bass
Title: Spectacle
Author: Giddy, at The Geekdom and
giddygeekCharacters: Nsync
Prompt: 43 Denial
Rating: -
Length: medium
Brief summary: Chris wakes up in Lance's bed. Naked. But Nothing Has Happened. He's absolutely sure of that. Almost. This very funny and very touching story has a spectacularly neurotic-and-in-denial Chris and a wonderfully calm-and-amused Lance.
"Come out from under there," Lance finally said. He wasn't laughing out loud but it was bubbling in his voice; he sounded virtually merry, which was scary. Lance was never merry, unless pyrotechnics were involved.
"I'm not coming out," Chris said. He was very sure. There were many layers to that statement, and he was very, *very* sure.
"Come out, come out," Lance crooned, and it was unfair that he could do things like that with his voice, things that interested Chris, things that had made Chris uncomfortable since he'd first met Lance, the skinny little blond kid who had no rhythm but. Had other things.
Link to the story: Spectacle
