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Dementia

!!!Spring of 2001!!!

'Cause If Love Is A Crime
Then Punish Me I Would Die For You
'Cause I Don't Want To Live Without You...

"...What can I do?," Lance read from a piece of paper. Pausing, he turned to look at the owner of the paper, and the words, and smiled.  

Before him was a table, to which sat a possibly frustrated songwriter and singer of NSync.  He seemed to be taking seriously every word that Lance had been lightly reading aloud.

Lance stood silent for a few seconds time before gesturing into an over-dramatic posture, and laughing.  

"JC, you're Shakespeare."

To that JC stood up, swiped the paper back into his own clutches, and sat back down.  "Bug off," he muttered, and proceeded to scrawl something on the page.

Lance sighed.  For the past few days since the end of their No Strings Attached tour, the members of NSync had been thinking and writing up new songs.  For all but himself, everyone in the group had been seriously scrawling words, especially JC.

"Aw, C'mon.  It's a good song," Lance noted, causing JC to suddenly pause.  Somehow, those words were more heeded once said.

JC looked up from his paper and asked, "Seriously?"

Lance nodded, though thought a moment.  "...But it sounds kinda grim.  'I would die for you'," Lance pondered aloud, "What kind of girl would you have written this for, anyways?"

JC shifted uncomfortably in his chair, somewhat refusing to answer.  Luckily for him, Lance answered for him.  "It was the Nevada-concert girl, wasn't it?  She was pretty hot, anyways..."

JC shook his head, and Lance expected a reply.  A moment of silence passed between them before Lance noted aloud, "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

A moment later, Lance was about to say aloud another guess, when a voice came from across the room.

"Guys!  What rhymes with 'I want you Britney?'" Justin's voice shouted.

A moment passed before Lance groaned, and  from the other side of the room Joey replied, "Guy got shoe, it pee!"

Lance, being somewhat the manager-type of the group, shouted back, "You're not writing for a song!"  With the question, "Which line?" noted from Chris, Lance added, "Neither!"

After a few hollers going across the room from Joey and expletives from Justin, Lance settled back to sighing, and recalled JC.  Somehow, he could've sworn he saw a slight cringe from the older group member when Justin first called out.  Of course, Lance thought that it could've simply been because the line would be inappropriate for a song.

In that train of thought, Lance noted, "You think Justin's Britney-starved?  God, poor guy," referring to the weeks of separation between the two.

The blue-eyed guy sitting before him chafed a moment, before answering, "Yeah."

Lance grinned, overlooking JC's pause in commenting.  He'd noticed how JC tended to pause over mentions of Justin and Britney, probably from the fact that it was slightly annoying how Justin constantly fawned over her when she wasn't around.

"It's a gag factor, man," Lance noted, "He's some love-sick dog."

JC ignored him and proceeded in writing over his paper.  Ignoring being ignored, Lance continued, "Man, just wait until they're engaged, or having sex."  JC paused for a brief second, before continuing his song.

"Yeah, I know, married first, being really close, later," Lance laughed, "Any bets on how long that idea'll stick?  Those two will be together for a long time..."

To that, JC paused, and looked to Lance.

In the brief second that flashed between his and JC's eyes, Lance could've sworn he saw a flood of anger pass through JC's.

Though somewhat taken aback, Lance shrugged.  "Well, I guess I should leave you to your song.  Keep up the good work, okay?"

JC shrugged himself and sighed, before resuming his writing.

Though it was while Lance began to walk away that JC called back in a bit of humor, "Yeah, and once I'm done with this, I'll be writing sonnets, Lance, Shakespeare-style."

Lance grinned, and turned back to see JC smiling back.  

"Whatever, man."

...You Can Call Me Selfish
But All I Want Is Your Love
You Can Call Me Hopeless,Baby
'Cause I'm Hopelessy In Love...

Author's Note:  I dunno.  I like the story as is (even if it really sucked), but review and comment for a longer story, if you want.  Flames, reviews, and comments welcome.

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Summary:  Lance discovers JC's obsession.

Dementia

!!! At a 2002 Concert !!!

Baby I wonder if you feel the same as I do
I wonder if you're going through the things I'm going through...
I sent you flowers on a Saturday
and inside a letter with a message in your name...

Backstage, an hour before their performance that the members of NSync were preparing in their various ways.  Justin was on the phone, Chris was listening to a CD, Joey was reading a comic, and Lance was pacing.

"C'mon, Britney. We're all pals. NSync and Britney. Promise me you'll talk your manager into having a co-performance with us," Justin said to his cellphone, speaking unusually loudly.

Justin stopped speaking to listen to the phone's reply, and spoke again.  "Why?"  He paused a moment, before answering in a quiet tone, "I miss you girl."

Joey murmured jokingly "Aww...", Chris laughed, and Lance continued pacing.

It was a second later that Justin noted, "Shut up," to Joey, though smiled briefly.  A second after, he apologized to the cellphone for the quote.  "Wait.  I meant that for..." he noted, before being hung up on.  A few seconds later, Justin closed the cellphone, and looked at the clock.

"You think I have time now to call her back?" Justin noted to Lance.

Lance, who'd been pacing, looked at the clock.  "Yeah.  You should be ready for the warm-up in ten minutes, though."

Justin nodded and proceeded to dial his cellphone.  It was after a moment, though, that he turned back to Lance.  "Hey, uh, where's JC?"

"I dunno," Lance noted, suddenly wondering.

Continuing the thought, Chris noted, "He might be in his dressing room."

"Right," Lance replied, turning to head further backstage.

"That or the bathroom," Chris added, as Lance walked out of the backstage room.

It was in the hall were the dressing rooms and bathrooms resided that Lance knocked on JC's door.  With an answer from within that was "Who is it?", Lance replied, "It's me, Lance."

"Come in," the voice from within noted, and Lance entered the dressing room.  Entering, Lance paused, noticing JC, who was quickly closing his laptop.  He could've sworn he saw a familiar girl on the screen of the laptop.

"It's ten minutes to warm-up.  You ready?" Lance asked.

"Yeah.  I was just watching some last minute clip."

"A video file?  On what?"

JC turned to Lance, and smiled, slightly anxiously.  "Just a movie clip. Uh...a trailer for the new Lord of the Rings movie."

"You're that into Lord of the Rings to watch something like that now?" Lance asked casually.

"Uh, yeah."

"Wait.  Let me guess.  You're into Liv Tyler, right?" Lance grinned.  

Slightly awkward, JC replied, "Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Really?  So you're finally worshipping a superstar other than George Lucas.  And a girl, at that."

JC sighed.  "I dunno. If I had anything that bad for a girl, I'd collect her pictures, clips of her, and write random love letters to her."

Stifled, for a moment, Lance thought over JC's previous words.  " In other words, you'd be obsessed?"

"Only from being in love."

"Can you be? From only being a fan?" Lance noted, wondering of Liv Taylor and JC together.  Somehow, the two seemed the unlikely to be together.

To that, JC smirked, as if enjoying an inside joke.  "Right now, more of a mere friend."

"Wait, what was that?" Lance raised a brow, wondering if JC ever actually spoke to Taylor.

It was after a moment of discomfited silence, that JC looked at his watch and noted, "Man, look at the time.  We should get going."

JC noted, "C'mon," and exited the room.

Lance nodded, and proceeded to the door, when he turned back to the room.  He walked towards JC's dressing table, on which was the laptop.

"Hold on.  I think you forgot to turn off your comp," he murmured, and opened the laptop, expecting to see the trailer for the Lord of the Rings.

Instead, he saw on the computer desktop littered windows of Britney pictures.

Lance staggered back from the laptop, and cursed. 

...Cause I'm thinking about you day and night
And I just can't get you off my mind
When you get a minute baby I was thinking we could hook up
It's just the two of us, the two of us

Author's Note:  Hopefully, this story didn't suck that much.  I'll write the conclusion to this "obsession"-kind of story, as long as I don't get writer's block.  That or the cold.  

Next up (maybe):  "Obsession?"

Oh, and just to note:  the lyrics for the songs, "Selfish" and "The Two of Us" really were written by JC Chasez.

Flames, reviews, and comments welcome.

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Summary:  JC and Lance visit a grave, and the story ends.

Dementia, the Quick Conclusion

"Comparisons"

Invincible
Is what you think you are

JC and Lance were at a grave a week after ending the tour. JC had sworn to go a stranger's grave, after having received an apology letter from the man's family.

Lance had recalled the death as clearly as day. A guy from the audience had climbed onstage past security and had grabbed JC, telling him he had loved him. Instead of doing something of the ordinary fan, he had taken out a sword and stabbed himself. He had fallen forward on JC, who later for hours in shock refused to budge.

Lance had remembered shouting for an ambulance, while the crowd and even a few of the other group members screamed. It was in the wave of horror that 911 was called, and the emergency medicals came, but the man had died.

"God. I never knew a fan, no, a person," JC noted, "Would go this far."

He turned to Lance wistfully. "Goddamnit. Do you know that the man's fiancee actually wrote an ^apology^ letter for what happened? The guy had a fiancee. I mean, he died, and his person said 'sorry'. The girl was at the concert with his that day. The man turned out to very Stan-to-Eminem-ish"

Lance turned to JC, sighing.  Throughout the rest of his tour, and even in the week after it, JC had never been the same. Still, Lance worried, having a death occur with one's own name in a person's last words would've been traumatizing.

Lance remembered his own shock when he found JC's Britney paraphenalia. Still, he had decided to speak to JC of his obsessions after the concert.

In actuality, he'd never asked JC of Britney and the laptop. The man's death had been a shock. He even worried that JC would've gone further sour if he'd been reminded of the subject of obsession.

After a minute of silence, JC noted, "He's dead."

"This guy. He was also born in 1976," JC noted staring at the grave, then paused, turning to Lance.

"Lance. By chance, do you know why guys like this do this?" he asked, wondering of the guy's death.

Lance shook his head, in full non-knowledge. "I'm not a philosopher, ponderer, or even a smart guy, JC. I'm just like you. Damn clueless about the world outside of music and movies." He paused a moment, wondering of the mouthful he noted. He realized, he had an opinion, after all.

"They do this because they don't know any better," Lance noted. "They look up to a model they revere, and forget that that person is real, not simply perfect. They obsess because they can't realize that the person they're thinking of isn't perfect. They forget reality." 

Lance coughed after speaking, inhaling a breather after his mouthful, while JC sighed.

"You know, I just remembered. That guy was just like me," JC noted, causing Lance to raise a brow.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry to say this, but his death was a wake-up call. Before that concert, before that night, and before his damn death, I was in love with someone."

"Britney," Lance noted, before biting his tongue. It was when JC turned to him in surprise and acknowledgement, that Lance added, "Right before that concert, I saw your laptop, and her pictures."

JC closed his eyes, and shifted his head downward. "You know, now that I think of it, I didn't really 'love' her. I was infatuated, only overly. I never bothered to see her as she really was." JC then opened his eyes, looked to Lance, and said, "A person."

"Nobody's perfect," Lance noted, afterwards wondering if he had referred to JC or Britney.

Lance noted he knew looking at the gravemarker, and JC sighed. "You know, I think if it weren't for my usual negligence, I'd have wanted one of you guys to have found out, besides Justin, that is."

Lance continued looking at the grave, and nodded. 

It was then that JC turned to Lance and asked, "Do you think I should tell them?" Lance raised a brow and JC continued, "Justin and Britney? You think they'll freak if I tell them about..."

Lance nodded. "Let's just keep this between us."

JC paused as if to argue, then shrugged.  "Whatever, man."

Right then, JC began to walk from the grave.  After a moment, Lance sighed with an "eh", and followed.

Try again the game is over
Game over

Author's Note:  I know, this ended too quickly, too briefly, and might've sucked.  Sorry bout' that.  

It was just too hard to write further without "defaming" JC and his character, and such (this is probably my disclaimer part).  "Selfish", "The Two of Us", and "The Game is Over" were written by JC of NSync.

I usually suck with endings, but hope you liked the story. 

Flames, reviews, and comments welcome.

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