Date: Thu, 5 Apr 2001 11:05:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Nike <writer_nike@myplace.com>
Subject: Backstreets part 2

Disclaimer: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All characters
featured in this story are fictional and are not intended to resemble
real persons, hence; it is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexuality of any celebrity might mentioned. The views and opinions
mentioned in the text may not represent those of the author. Certain
facts stated in this story as true, may have been altered or added
for entertainment purposes and may not be real.

Some elements included in this fiction may not be suitable for all
people, if you're uncertain - please, do not continue.

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Author's notes:

It's time to post the second part of season 1.  And I assume you all
are dying to find out whether it all really will be better tomorrow!

It's kinda hard writing these notes.  To come up with things to say.
Or, in my case, to choose between the stuff I wanna say.  What springs
to mind is that I definitely wanna say `hi' to two people I've come in
contact with thanks to these postings.  `Hi' Monika and `Hi' Rob!
Monika, you make me blush!!  :-)  And Rob; being bored in Florida...
Sheesh.  ;-)

As always, you're very welcome to e-mail me your thoughts of the posting.
I wouldn't mind recieving more than a couple of mails about R&I this time!
It's really not a problem if you wanna send me a mail, I don't mind!  :-)
Luckily though, Into the Millennium proved to be more popular.  So I'm
kinda pleased for now! :-)

A major update has been made on the website.  You're all welcome to visit
Writer_Nike's site!  http://www.geocities.com/writer_nike/

Other than that, thank you for taking the time to read Revelations and
Insights!

/Nike
writer_nike@myplace.com

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Backstreets - season 1: Revelations and Insights

Written by: Nike

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	"Who can deny the joy it brings, when you have found that special
	   thing - you're flying without wings."  - Westlife

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Part 2 - It'll all be better tomorrow
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	"AAARGHH!". Nick cried out into nowhere when he suddenly woke
up. His heart was racing wildly when he sat up in the bed, 'Ohmygod....' he
sighed heavily, 'it was just a night mare...'.

	The actions of the dream echoed vividly in his brain. Sweat was
covering his body when he sat up in the bed. Only darkness surrounded him.

	Nick moaned when he slowly got out of bed. 'Fuck, it's warm in
here!'.  Nick moved over to the windows and cracked one of them open. The
cool breeze of the night swept in, chilling his body when it made its path
through the room.

	There was a stark contrast between inside of the room and the
outside.  In the inside it was warm, dark and lifeless, while the outside
sported the various sounds and lights of a city that never sleeps. So full
of life in its appearance.

Cars constantly driving by, the honking of horns, people laughing and the
noises from the nearby casinos and bars where people partied without a care
in the world.


	And here he was, as far away as possible from the care free world
outside.  Yet he was so close.

	Nick stood by the window for a couple of minutes, not thinking of
anything in particular. Merely watching, contemplating. Suddenly, out of
nowhere, a cold wind hit him and brutally brought Nick back to reality. He
shivered of cold when he closed the window and slid the curtains shut,
sealing off the outside and returned to bed.

	His last conscious thought is the wish of Brian being there to keep
him warm and safe.

***

	The sun had found its way through an opening in the curtains. A
beam hit Nick straight in the face, waking him. 'Oh man, what time is it?'.

	Nick scanned the room through eyes clouded by sleep, in search of a
watch.

	'10.15'. Nick slumped back onto the bed, the flight should arrive
at Munich International 12.45 PM, it shouldn't take too long to get there
from the hotel, 'that is, if the fans aren't still out there'. he thought.

	After a while, Nick slowly got himself out of bed. With the sleep
still clouding his mind he stretched his body standing by the bedside.

	Then it suddenly struck him, Brian would be coming! Immediately all
of the sleepiness was gone and Nick was wide awake and alert, ready to take
on the world.

	He picked up the phone and swiftly dialed 900.

	"Hello?"

	"Jim, hi, it's Nick. How are you doin'? Listen, when do we need to
leave for the airport?" He rushed the words in pure excitement, almost
tripping over them as he spoke.

	Jim, his bodyguard, who was accustomed to Nicks tendency to be
overly enthusiastic, took it all with calm.

	"Well, the ride over to the airport takes about twenty minutes, so
we should be leaving somewhere about 12." he answered.

	"Oh?" The disappointment in Nick's voice was obvious.

	"Or, we could go earlier, just to be on the safe side?" Jim
continued as he heard Nicks voice. "How 'bout 11.40?"

	"Great! See ya in the lobby, I won't be late!" Nick said and hung
up.



	Jim didn't have a doubt in his mind that Nick indeed would be down
there on time, he was fairly certain of why Nick was so anxious to get to
the airport.

	When you're a bodyguard, you learn to notice things others don't,
and you have to pay attention to things others do not. As a result, you get
pretty good at interpreting body language and general behaviours. Jim had
seen a lot, but he had never said a thing to anyone and he never would.

	Nicks secret was safe with him.

***

	Before getting into the shower, Nick ordered up breakfast from room
service. As soon as he put the phone back in place, he went to the
bathroom.

	Nick turned on the shower and dropped his Calvin Klein boxers on
the floor. He stood there naked, waiting for the shower water to get warm
enough, before he got in. Satisified with the temperature, he entered and
closed the shower stall doors behind him.

***

	Nick stood in the middle of the bathroom, drying himself, when the
door bell rang. Figuring it's Jim, Nick grabbed a towel. Unfortunately, a
little too small towel. He had to keep it in place by holding it with one
of his hands.  Wearing nothing but the small towel, Nick headed for the
door. The water dropping from his body.

	The female clerk, who had brought up the breakfast tray from room
service, had stood there gasping for air when Nick opened the door. He was
completely naked, except for the small towel, the water glistening on his
well defined body when the light reflected in them.

	"I.. I've... Your, eh, breakfast... sir." was all she managed to
studder out.

	Nick looked strangely upon her, 'What's the matter with her?
...Great, another star-struck clerk.' Nick thought. It could get so
tiresome at times.

	Then he noticed that she wasn't looking at his face, she couldn't
keep her eyes of his body. Now that was strange. Normally people would be
going on about how much they loved what he did, how they respected him and
such. But not her, she just kept staring at his body.

	Suddenly it dawned upon him, he didn't wear anything! He instanly
began to blush like a little school boy. Nick's very self-conscius about
his body and would never have opened the door like this if he'd known it
wasn't Jim.

	The possibility of it could have been anyone else had never
occurred to him. He cursed himself for being so careless.

	"Well, thanks... eh, I'd tip you, but I don't have anything on
me...".

	"Yes, I can see that", the girl replied with a giggle, now
recovered from the initial shock.

	"Oh? Oh! Right, yeah well... thanks anyway."

	"Anytime, Mr Carter! You couldn't sign an autograph for me, could
you?".

	"Uh, yeah sure. Do you have a pen?".

	The girl produced a pen from a pocket and handed it to him along
with a piece of paper. Nick quickly scribbled down his name, while holding
on to the towel for dear life.

	"Here you go." he said and handed the paper and pen back.

	"Would you mind signing your name on me too?"

	"Sure." He replied, believing she wanted him to sign her wrist or
something.

	Nick's eyes grew to the size of saucers when she teared her shirt
off in front of him and handed him a marker pen.

	"Sign here, will you?" She says and points at one of her
breasts. She didn't wear a bra.

	"I've, I... You..." Nick's surprise knew no limits, something like
this had never happened to him before. "'K." he simply uttered and took the
pen, signing her breast.

	"Thank you!" the girl giggled and looked at him.

	The whole situation began to feel awkward and Nick felt a desperate
urge to end it, it was certain that the girl didn't feel the need to end
their meeting.

	"OK, thanks. I'm pretty late so I really gotta get goin'. Perhaps
I'll see ya around some time." 'But not if I see you first!' Nick thought
to himself when he spoke the last sentence and smiled at her. "Bye."

	The girl looked somewhat insulted, it hadn't went her way. But she
realised that the battle had been lost.

	"Thank you, Mr Carter." She replied with a cold voice and turned
around, leaving him standing there.

	Nick rolled in the tray and closed the door, slumping against it,
'Geez, where do all these people come from?'.

***

	'Would it kill him if he'd be a couple of minutes early?'. Nick had
been standing here in the lobby for..., he looked down at his wrist watch,
...about five minutes now, waiting for Jim to get here so they'd be on
their way. In despair, Nick turned to face the park outside the lobby.

	Just as Nick turned this back on the elevators, one of them opened
and Jim stepped out.

	'Fuck!', Jim, who had just gotten out of the elevator, was going
through some papers he held in his hands. When he looked up he spotted Nick
standing in the far end of the lobby, with his back at him.

	Jim quickly hurried off to his left, heading for the gift
shop. 'Man, I knew he'd be early, but I didn't think he'd be this
pathetic!'. Jim was in no mood to spend a couple of hours at the airport
with a hyperactive Nick by his side.  That he had done often
enough. Therefore, he had to stay out of Nicks sight for a little while
longer.

	"May I help you, sir?" The woman behind the desk in the gift-shop
addressed him.

	Jim quickly turned around, "Eh... No, I'm fine thanks...'. Jim
looked out through the gift-shop's windows to see what Nick was up to. 'I'd
might make it to the bar from here if I'm quick, without him noticing...'

	Jim decided to make a dash for it and positioned him by the
entrance, earning him some strange looks from the woman. Jim just smiled at
her and wished her a pleasant day as he escaped the store and rushed to the
bar.  He had barely gone out of sight when Nick turned around.



	'That's it, I'm going to the front desk to see if they know where
he is!'.  Said and done, Nick walked over to the clerk behind the desk.

	"Hi. I was just wondering if you happen to know where Jim Foley,
from Jive, is?

	The clerk who saw Jim by the gift store just a few seconds earlier
was quick with an answer and smiled widely.

	"Certainly, I believe Mr Foley's over...". His voice trailed off as
he looked over to the gift shop and discovered that Jim was nowhere to be
seen.

	"I..." The smile disappeared from the face of the clerk and was
replaced with one of confusion, "I'm so sorry, I must have made a
mistake. What if I leave him a message if I do see him?".

	"That'd be great, could you tell him that he should get his ass
down here and meet with Nick?".

	"Very well, I'll do my best."

	"Thank you, I'll be over in the lounge.". Nick turned around and
headed over to the lounge area where he sat down to wait.



	The clerk who had helped Nick was fairly certain that he indeed had
seen Jim and decided to take a look around to see if he was anywhere to be
found. He went over to the gift shop to see if they had seen Jim.



	"Thanks, pal!". The bartender had just brought Jim the beer he had
ordered.  Jim was reading an article in a news paper when a hand descended
onto his back.

	"Mr Foley?" a voice questioned.

	"Yes." Jim turned around and looked at the young clerk.

	"So good I've found you! I have a message for you." Satisified with
a job well done, he didn't wait for a reply, he continued anyway. "Mr
Carter has requested that you'd join him in the lobby lounge immediately."

	Jim cursed to himself, and exhaled deeply in an act of
defeat. "Thank you."  he replied shortly and tipped the clerk.



	"Good morning Nick!" Jim had put on a friendly smile when he got to
the lounge, "Just got word of you looking for me. So, wassup? It's not
11.40 yet, is it?"

	'About time he showed up...' "I know, I thought we'd be on the safe
side and be early so we won't be caught in traffic or anything. ...And
since you're here, we'd might as well just leave now..." Nick finished off
with a equally fake smile.

	Jim and Nick headed off to the elevators which took them both down
to the underground parking lot. Apparantly there wasn't any risk using the
facility to leave the hotel, just arriving.

	The black limousine which Nick had travelled in yesterday, were
already waiting for them when they got there. Jim help open the back door
for Nick to enter and then he took his place in the front of the limousine.

	Jim leaned over to the driver and grunted silently to him,

	"Make sure you take your time... Take a long detour, we've got well
over an hour and half to kill."



	The car shivered slightly when the gear was put into drive and it
began moving. Nick looked out through the tinted windows as they pulled out
of the garage.  The sun was shining with immense power, and he couldn't
believe his luck. Brian would be coming today! He had waited for so
long. Now it would all be over and they'd be back together again. Nothing
else mattered.

***

	The driver did a pretty good job of just driving around and at 20
minutes past twelve they arrived at Munich International. The car pulled up
by the entrance to terminal D, where Jim swiftly jumped out of the car and
opened the back door.

	"Here we go." Jim said as he opened the door. The big limousine
caught a lot of peoples attention and a crowd quickly started to form on a
subtle distance away from the car. Jim did his best trying to look big and
mighty with his black sun glasses and black suit, hopefully making people
keep their distance.

	'Oh my god, this is it! OK, Nick. Calm down.' He had to constrain
himself to keep from running into the terminal, screaming. Nick hadn't felt
this happy, since, he didn't know when!

	He had never been seperated from Brian for as long as two weeks, it
had seemed as an eternity. But all the anguish he'd been through had been
worth it, if it meant he got to be with Brian.

	Nothing matters but Brian. Just the thought of his name made Nick's
smile grow bigger.

	Jim watched as the young blond got out of the car, Nick was shining
as the sun and Jim could see the look of pure joy in his eyes. Jim then
knew just how much this meant to Nick, and he knew it was worth spending
all this time in the car. Nick hadn't been this happy for ages, especially
not the past couple of weeks.

	There had been times when Jim had been seriously worried about
Nick. He had decided to speak with Brian about this when he'd get a chance
at it.

	He would of course not say anything about why Nick was depressed,
just let Brian in on the fact that things weren't as good as Nick pretended
when he's around Brian.

	"Ha! I told you we'd be late! Lucky I was in such a hurry, huh?"
Nick told Jim as he looked at his watch. The plane would land at 12.45, so
they still had time.

	"Yes, sir." Jim simply stated.

	Nick took a quick look at the giant building and headed off to the
entrance with Jim following him in the distance.

	When he walked into the terminal people turned their heads and
pointed at him, you could hear people whisper amongst them.

	"Is it him?" "Nah, it can't be." "I'm telling you, it's
him!". Others were excited and told the ones they were there with, "Look,
it's Nick Carter!" and got a confused "Who?" back.

	But they could point and talk as much as they wanted, Nick didn't
care.  Because Brian would be here soon! Nick was practically dancing with
joy when he made his way through the crowded terminal.

	He rushed by several different exits until he struck gold, 'Found
it!', and a quick look at the time confirmed their scheduling. It was
almost perfect.  All except for the fact Nick had to sit down next to Jim
on a bench and wait for what seemed as an eternity until finally the gates
opened and people started to flow out.

	Nick practically jumped out of his seat, almost giving Jim a heart
attack.  He stood eagerly awaiting the arrival of the rest of the
group. His heart was beating wildly in anxiety, it felt as if it would
break loose of its confinement.

	AJ was the first one of them to come out. Nick spotted his, for
now, blue hair a mile off.

	"Yo, Nickay!" Aj exclaimed as he looked at Nick over his sun
glasses.

	"Hey, Bone. Wassup?", they greeted shortly. The longer it took for
Brian to get here, the more excited Nick got.

	A few seconds later both Kevin and Howie emerged and they were
greeted by Nick just as briefly as he had greeted AJ.

	Nick had stood there, for what felt as hours, waiting for Brian,
when AJ walked over to him.

	"Are you coming, Nick?"

	He was totally doumbfound, they couldn't leave now, Brian hadn't
come yet!  "But what about Brian?" Nick asked puzzled.

	"Oh, something came up, so he'll come at a later time." AJ answered
as if nothing had happened.



	The world started spinning, Nick felt as if he was free falling, he
screamed out his anguish inside him. This couldn't be happening. It felt as
if his heart died at that time and everything blanked out.

	"Yo, Nick! What's wrong?" AJ got worried as Nick spaced out on him,
and shook him when Nick didn't answer.

	"Huh?" Nick just looked questioningly at AJ, he didn't feel
anything, it was as if he wasn't there. He had locked up all his feelings,
which he had done for so long now, depriving him of any emotions and
senses.

	"Man, you got me worried there, you looked like you've seen a
ghost!" AJ said with a worried tone. "Come on, we'll get to the hotel." AJ
throwed his arm around Nicks shoulders and pulled Nick with him to the
limousine.



	The guys all tried to engage into a conversation with Nick during
the ride, but they all gave up after a few futile attempts. He was short in
his replies, if he gave any at all. It was obvious he was in no mood to
speak.

	They had all seen it before and settled with this, even though they
didn't approve of it. They all wanted Nick to speak his mind, tell them
what was going on.  But they all knew he wouldn't tell them unless he
himself decided to say anything.

***

	It didn't take them long to get to the hotel. If Nick hadn't been
so devastated, he'd probably have been a bit confused why it went so quick
since they didn't get stuck in any traffic jams on their way to the
airport. But now, he just didn't care.

	At the hotel they had to go through the same procedure as Nick had
went through yesterday. The fans hadn't given up hope.

	For once Nick was actually glad to be the first one out of the
car. The rest of the guys had a long time ago figured out that if they'd
let Nick go first the pressure on them would relax noticeably.

	'I guess that's the price you have to pay to be the most popular
one...'  Nick used to say.



	When all of them had gotten out of the limousine people started
talking, wondering about where Brian was, why he wasn't here.

	There would most certainly be some rumours saying that Brian had
quit the group and that's why he hadn't been there with them. And mostly
likely a press release would be issued tomorrow denying that very same
rumour. It would explain that Brian's absence was due to personal or health
reasons and the Backstreet Boys would continue on, through better or
worse. For now, it seemed to Nick, worse.

	The rest of the guys stopped to sign some autographs, since it had
been so long since their last visit here. But Nick just continued on in to
the hotel. There'd be some angry fans out there, thinking he was a real
prick for not stopping and sign some autographs. He couldn't care any less
about that now.

	Inside, the manager was waiting, once again, to greet them welcome
to his faboulus hotel. Nick walked past him without saying a word, on his
way to the elevators.



	Jim watched it all without doing anything, he was at a loss. It was
clear that Nick didn't feel too good, but he didn't seem to react the way
Jim had believed. He had expected some signs of sadness, or at least a sign
of something.  But Nick showed nothing. And this concerned Jim more than
anything.

***

	Nick stumbled in through the door, slamming it shut behind him, and
throwed himself on the bed. Suddenly he started to cry violently. It just
bursted out of him, all the feelings he had bottled up inside him for so
long.

	Nick couldn't hold it back any longer, it was too hard. Nick cried
as if there was no tomorrow.

	His world was collapsing around him, all he had previously
experienced was nothing compared to what happened now. There was nothing
Nick could do about it, the feeling was too overwhelming for him to control
or even dampen.

	He was alone.

	His hope had left him, he didn't have the power to go on. For the
first time in his life, Nick felt truly alone.

***

	Later on in the afternoon Jim had decided to go up to Nicks room
and see how he was doing. When he got to Nicks room he knocked on the door
and waited for a response.

	The time went by and yet no reply. Jim had just decided that Nick
must have gone over to one of the other rooms. Jim was on his way to Kevin,
to see if perhaps Nick was there, when he heard sobbings from inside the
room.

	The decision was easy. If Nick hadn't answered the door before it
meant that something was wrong. Jim used his master key to get into the
room.

	He found Nick crawled together in fetal position, crying his heart
out.

	"Oh my god, Nick! What has happened?!" Jim exclaimed shocked. Jim
rushed over to the bed and took Nick in his arms, trying to comfort him.

	Jim was rocking him back and forth, trying to make him stop
crying. He turned Nick's face so that Nick looked at him with his puffy red
eyes. Jim tried his best to soothe him.

	"It's OK, Nick." Jim didn't know what to say so he repeated the
phrase over and over, stroking Nicks golden hair off Nicks face as he
carefully wiped the tears away.

	Nick looked up at Jims face and wispered to him, "I want Brian."

	Jim's expression changed as he finally felt that he did have some
control, now he knew what he had to do.

	"Brian will be here." Jim stated plainly, "Just try and calm
down. I'll make sure he gets here. I promise." Jim now had a mission and he
was back in control.

	"Don't tell the others." Nick silently let out between the cry
attacks.

	Jim looked disapprovingly at him.

	"Promise me!" Nick managed to get through.

	"I promise."



	Jim sat with Nick in the bed for well over an hour, soothing him
until the young blond finally went to sleep. When Jim was certain that Nick
was sound asleep, he eased out of the position in which he had been sitting
in for the last couple of hours, and tucked Nick in under the sheets.

	Jim moved silently to the phone and made a few calls.

	He also told Kevin that Nick didn't feel too well and wouldn't join
them anymore today. Kevin had offered to come over, but Jim had persisted
that he wouldn't and Kevin reluctantly accepted this.

	When all was taken care of, Jim sat down in the sofa and turned on
the TV, muting the sound. He wouldn't leave this room until Nick was
feeling better.


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