Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2001 20:41:02 EDT
From: Pete1211@aol.com
Subject: Lance JC and Astral Fan part 11

	Here it is at last Part 11. Sorry it took so long. I had a bout of
writer's block and then with other events, I wasn't in the mood to
write. But, now I'm back, hopefully up to form. Cross the fingers and off
we go.

This story: Fiction. The characters: Based of real people but
fictionalized. Very fictionalized. Mega-fictionalized. So fictionalized in
fact... (Drop it!) Knowledge of these people's private lives: None. Zip,
that's where the fiction comes in. Is NSYNC gay?: No, not to my
knowledge. (But if I find a magic lamp. Can't make them love you, but gay
is a start.) Am I proving it here?: Hell, no. If people log onto a gay
erotica web site and start believing the stories as true, I'm moving to a
deserted island. (Hello, Gilligan!) On with the story!


	The elevator stopped on the second floor. John gestured. NSYNC
started to get out.
	Peter looked puzzled as they left the elevator. "I thought we were
going to the car."
	Lonnie was standing by the elevator. He smiled as he placed his
hand on Peter's shoulder.
	"If you would please come with me, sir."
	Peter looked at Lonnie. "Not again!"
	Lonnie smiled. "At the crew's request."
	"Do I have to?" Peter pleaded. "Once was more than enough."
	John raised his hands. "Sorry, it's out of my control."
	Joey and Justin put their hands on Peter's back pushing him
forward.
	"Come on, Mr. Hero." Chris grinned at Peter. "Your public awaits."
	"I am no hero."
	"They probably found out you deflowered Justin last night. I've
never been to a shotgun wedding before."
	Justin shot Chris a nasty look.
	JC put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Come on. You deserve to be
thanked."
	"Have them send a card."
	"You better get used to it." Peter looked at Lance. "You'll
probably be in the spotlight or close to it most of the day."
	Peter spun around. "I'm going back to my room."
	They grabbed him. "Oh, no you don't."
	"Its not that bad. You've survived it before. Besides," Joey
grinned. "Your a hero, a victim and in the media. Girls... ah, guys...ah,
people love that. You may even get a date."
	Peter turned around. "Well..."
	Justin winked at him. "Go for it."
	"Okay." Peter looked determined. "Darn the torpedoes. Full speed
ahead."
	"Darn the torpedoes?" John asked.
	"I'm watching my language in front of the guys."
	"We're running late. Get your assets in gear."


	They opened a door to one of the banquet rooms. Everyone was
chatting among themselves. David was again standing at a podium. When he
saw the group enter he turned to the microphone.
	"And here he is!"
	The crew began applauding. NSYNC stayed at the back of the
room. Peter walked up to the dais. David shook Peter's hand warmly.
	Peter leaned to David. "We have to stop meeting like this."
	Anthony walked up onto the dais and shook Peter's hand. He moved
Peter closer to the podium.
	"Peter has again come to our rescue. First it was JC. Now he has
saved all of NSYNC from possible danger" He turned to Peter. "Thank you for
your timely discovery of the tampering. I know I did not believe you at
first, but you still persisted. For that I am humbled and we all are
thankful. We cannot give you much in return. You have already been made a
bodyguard. Now we would like to give you this."
	He held up another ID like the one Peter was wearing, but instead
of "Bodyguard" it had the word "Crew".
	Peter took the tag. "Thanks. This will be easier." He clipped the
crew tag on. "I'm afraid I don't look much like a bodyguard." Peter saw
Lonnie laughing.
	Anthony winked at Lonnie. "But unlike your last job, you get
accessories!" He gave Peter a cap with "NSYNC Crew" on it. Then he handed
him a T-shirt also with "NSYNC Crew" printed on it. Peter unbuttoned his
own shirt and much to the amazement of Lance and JC took it off in front of
everyone. Someone whistled. Blushing, Peter turned his back. He pulled on
the T-shirt then put his other shirt over it but left it open so that the
crew T-shirt was visible. Peter then put on the hat.
	"Now you really look like one of the family."
	"Thank you."
	John stepped forward. "There's more." He gestured. Two women
carried two covered easels onto the dais. "When we discovered the impact of
last night's broadcast on the fans, Publicity went into action. They worked
all night. This is the result of their work. He pulled the cover off one of
the easels. The panel underneath showed a round circle. Within the circle
was the group's logo. "Be NSYNC. Say no to hate." John pulled the cover off
the other easel. It had "Stay NSYNC". Then the word "violence" with a red
circle crossed through.
	John smiled at Peter. "What do you think?"
	Peter looked from one easel to the other. "I don't know what to
say."
	John turned to the crew. "Now." Everyone of the crew pulled out a
button with one of the slogans and fastened it to their clothing.
	"The buttons will available at the concert."
	"You didn't really have to do this."
	Anthony turned to Peter. "You have done so much for us and the
guys. We're deeply distressed by what happened to you. This is our way of
letting people know we're against such hate and abuse. Maybe it will help
prevent someone else being beaten up.  Please, it's our gift to you." He
handed a button to Peter. "The crew and I changed them a little for
tonight's concert."
	The button had a piece of tape across the bottom with printing on
it. The slogan now read. "Be NSYNC. Say no to hate. For Pete's sake."
	"I know you prefer Peter, but I didn't think you'd mind."
	Peter was speechless. "I..." Peter looked out at the crew. "Thank
you. Bless you all." Peter reached for his hanky. "I started this morning
in dread and now I'm crying." He wiped his eyes. "It's not even 9
o'clock. This is going to be a very exhausting day."
	John squeezed Peter's shoulder. "We better get going."
	Anthony slapped Peter on the back. "See you tonight."
	"Yeah. Thanks again." He bowed slightly to the crew and walked off
the dais.

	JC watched Peter across the back seat of the car. Peter took off
the bodyguard tag and slipped it into his pocket.
	"I can't be both at once."
	"You're now a bodyguard and a member of the crew. You keep this up
and soon you'll be a member of the group."
	"He does have a good voice, JC. I've heard him sing."
	"Don't even go there, Justin."
	"When did you hear him sing?" Joey asked.
	"Last night."
	Chris grinned. "Boy, Justin, I didn't know that you were that
good. I've never got anyone to burst into song before."
	Joey broke into an exaggerated tenor voice. "Oh, sweet mystery of
life at last I've found you."
	"It was before that." Justin replied.
	Peter batted his eyes. "He seduced me with his voice."
	Joey looked thoughtful. "I'll have to try that."
	"Yeah, the girls will be screaming and banging on your door all
night." Chris paused. "Until you let them out."
	"You're just jealous. Chris."
	"Me? I've seen the girls you pick up."
	"Chris, stop it." JC snapped. "Show some respect."
	"I'm sorry. For the girls, but not for Joey."

	Peter rubbed the new NSYNC button lightly.
	JC smiled Peter. "Tonight will be your be your night in the
spotlight."
	"Oh, no you don't." Peter said firmly.
	JC looked surprised.
	"They're coming to see you guys not me. People are looking forward
to dance, sing along, scream and just have a good time with NSYNC. I don't
want to interfere with that."
	Justin smiled. "Believe me, you won't."
	"It's not like we're going to haul you out on stage and preach
about how bad gay bashing is." Joey said.
	"Good. I'd prefer to stay in the background. I'm thrilled enough
just to be here."
	"Sure." Lance said. The whole group exchanged glances. "No
problem." They all smiled slightly. "They'll hardly know you're there."
	JC quickly changed the subject. "So, Peter, do you listen to the
radio station we're going to first?"
	"No, I don't listen to the radio much, especially in the
mornings. Some people like those morning shows. I just don't think pulling
pranks on listeners and making jokes in bad taste about people is all that
funny."
	Lance glanced out the car window. "I sure hope he's not one of
those "shock jocks"."
	"I could go on ahead and find out." Peter said.
	"None of that now." JC scolded. "You've done enough already. We
want you to relax and just enjoy yourself."
	Enjoy myself? Peter thought. He looked at Justin. Justin waggled
his eyebrows back at him.
	Peter and Justin didn't even glance in his direction. "Shut up,
Chris," they said together
	Chris closed his mouth. He lay back on the seat pouting.
	Joey shook his head. "That is positively eerie."
	Chris glared at Peter. "You're cramping my style. I hope you know
that."
	"Sorry. I promise I won't tread on your jokes at least in public."
	"Thanks. I do have my reputation to keep up."
	"Speaking of your jokes, I'm assuming you saw all of the news
broadcasts. Did they use your gay bit?" Peter asked.
	Chris crossed his arms in front of him. "Not one. It seems it was a
bit too controversial, like we were actually admitting it."
	"It's probably for the best." Justin said.
	"Some unscrupulous reporter could edit the footage and use it as
our declaration of being gay."
	Lance looked worried. "JC, you don't really think that would
happen?"
	Joey tried to calm him. "We know it was said as a joke. Until you
two..." He glanced at Justin. "Or should I say three are ready to go
public, we'll do everything we can to protect you."
	"Don't worry." Chris said. "We can handle anything the media can
dish out."
	JC caught Lance looking wistfully out the window. He put his hand
on Lance's knee.
	"Maybe next year, Lance, I promise. Then we'll tell the world."
	Lance turned to JC. "Its okay. I can wait until we're both
ready. It's gone well so far."
	"So far?" Joey said. "What about your parents? That didn't go so
well."
	"That's right you don't know. My mother called me this
morning. They've accepted me being gay. With Peter's help and the news
broadcast, I am back in "beloved son" status."
	"That's great Lance." Chris said.
	Joey slapped Lance's knee. "We told you they'd come around."
	Chris smiled knowingly. "I take it Peter helped you "visit" your
parents."
	"Yep. I kept thinking of my love for them and they felt it. My
mother said she dreamt about me that night. Then after the broadcast, she
said all she could think of was that it could have been me getting gay
bashed."
	"The power of the maternal instinct."
	"She even excepted JC. She was going to call JC's mom to talk about
"our sons in love"."
	"Yeah, but now she's talking commitment ceremonies and even
grandchildren." JC said.
	Chris was excited. "Oh, can I be a bridesmaid? I look lovely in
powder blue."
	"Well, you're certainly not going to be the best man." Justin
kidded. He elbowed JC. "You'd better get a move on. They'll set a wedding
date and you haven't even proposed to Lance yet."
	"Justin, please." Lance turned away. His face was turning bright
red.
	"Since when does it have to be JC. Lance is the one who wants a
family." Chris said. "He should be the one to do the proposing."
	"Its not as though I've never thought about it." JC
stammered. Lance turned back surprised. It was JC's turn to blush.
	"I think we should just drop it. You're embarrassing them and it is
personal."
	"Peter's right." Chris added. They turned to him and
waited. "That's their mothers' job."
	"Grandchildren?" Joey was confused again.
	"Adoption, Joey." Justin added.
	"Oh."

	The car turned a corner. Peter could hear the screaming start.
	"I think we're here."
	The fans lined the street. There was a low wall surrounding the
radio station. None of the fans were on the station property.
	"Good." Lance said. "Looks like we won't have to run for it."
	The car pulled up to the door. The bodyguards got out and stood
next to the car. One of them opened the car door.
	Chris indicated to Peter. "After you."
	Peter didn't have time to argue. He stepped out of the car. The
screaming rose in volume. Chris grabbed the car door and closed it. The
fans' screams faded.
	"Oh, it's only the gay guy," someone said.
	The bodyguard reached for the door handle. He looked up
embarrassed. "They've locked it." He tapped on the window. "Guys?"
	The crowd was watching him. Peter shuffled nervously. There was a
man standing at the door to the radio station. Clearly he was waiting to
welcome NSYNC not Peter. But, with nowhere else to go, Peter headed for the
door. The sudden screams stopped him.
	NSYNC stood up on the other side of the car. They had crept out of
the other door while Peter served as a distraction. They waved at the fans
as they headed for the building. Chris walked over to Peter, grinning.
	 "Sorry about that. I couldn't resist." He stood back to let Peter
go first.
	"Not again. You go first."
	"No, after you. I insist."
	"No, please." Peter was so caught up in playing the joke with
Chris, he forgot about being nervous in front of the crowd.
 	The rest of the guys were waiting for Peter and Chris to join them.
	"Will someone go first!" JC snapped.
	Peter and Chris kept waiting for the other to move. JC nodded to
Lance. They went behind Chris and Peter. They each planted a hand on Chris
and Peter and together they pushed them towards the front door.
	They gave the fans a last wave. Chris grabbed Peter's arm and
raised it causing a wobbly wave.
	"Peter, we'll have to work on that wrist of yours."
 	The man held the door as they entered the building.

	Once in the station the man turned to them. "I'm Ron, the station
manager. It's a pleasure to meet you." He shook hands with them. "Thank you
for allowing this. Our listeners are looking forward to hear you." He took
Peter's hand. "And you are?"
	"This is Peter, our hero." Joey slapped Peter on the back. "He
discovered the sabotage of the stage and he was the one who was
assaulted. Thanks to him the perpetrator is now behind bars." Joey stared
at the manager. "Don't you watch the news?"
	"Oh, of course. I heard something about that. Terrible business."
He shook his head. "He'll be there, too?"
	"Of course."
	"I'm just sort of observing." Peter said.
	"Nonsense." JC replied. "Believe it or not, someone will want to
talk to you or ask you questions."
	"I'm afraid our morning show host called in sick. But Dr. Dan
volunteered to fill in. He hosts the late night show. He's used to
interviews and he handles the callers well." It sounded like he was trying
to convince himself of the fact. "Follow me, please."
	They started down the hallway. A little way down the hall and Ron
opened door. He ushered them into the outer control room. Seen through a
large window was the broadcasting booth. The "on the air" sign was on.
	"We'll have to wait."
	Dr. Dan glanced up at them and smiled. He reminded Peter of the gym
teachers he had had in school. Although he was large he didn't really have
muscles just bulk. Something about him made Peter uneasy. Dr. Dan raised
his coffee cup.
	"Isn't that nice. He's toasting us." Chris waved back.
	"No, he's not." The man in the control room said. He pressed a
button.
	"Yes?" asked a woman's voice.
	"Java run, Madeline."
	"It's the third time this morning. That lazy, macho, son of a..."
	"Thanks, Madeline." The man pressed a button cutting the rest of
the tirade off. He smiled weakly. "She's just joking."
	"I have a bad feeling about this." Peter whispered to Chris.
	"I think you're jumping to conclusions." JC added.
	"Its okay. We can handle him." Chris smiled.
	Dr. Dan had finished and the "On the air" sign went off. Ron led
them into the booth.
	"This is Dr. Dan. Dr. Dan may I present NSYNC and, ah, friend."
	Dr. Dan stood up. "Let's see if I've got it right. Justin?" He
shook his hand. "JC, Chris, Lance and Joey. Mind if I call you Joe?"
	"Yes, it's Joey."
	"Oh." He glanced up at Joey's hair. "You look more like a Joe. Good
strong name Joe." He turned. "And you're Pete, right?"
	"Yes." Peter was taken back.
	"I saw the news." Dr. Dan gripped Peter's hand in an overly firm
handshake. Peter tried hard not wince. "You're the guy that got beat
up. Can't say that you look any worse for it."
	"I see you're in good hands. Break a leg." Ron excused himself and
left.
	"You can take your seats over there." Dr. Dan pointed over his
shoulder to a line of chairs behind a set of microphones. He sat down in
his chair and began to check the equipment.
	"Break a hand is more like it." Joey whispered. Peter saw each of
them rubbing their hands.
	Chris gestured to the chairs. "Gentlemen to your corners. Round one
is about to commence."
	"Chris!"
	"Don't worry, JC. I'll wait for your signal."
	As they took their places, a woman entered carrying a
coffeepot. Peter could feel the restraint it took to fill the mug with
coffee and not fill Dr. Dan's lap instead. Dr. Dan grabbed the full coffee
cup without so much as a thank you.
	"Would you like something? Coffee perhaps?" He asked.
	"Water would be great." Madeline spun to face Lance. He smiled at
her. "If it isn't to much trouble."
	"We don't want to be a bother." Justin grinned at her.
	"When you're through..." Chris made a motion like throwing a bucket
of water, "...giving people more coffee that is."
	Madeline smiled. "For you it's no bother." She winked and left the
booth.


	The first few calls were routine mostly NSYNC questions. Peter
still felt uneasy. Dr. Dan seemed to be waiting for something or somebody.
	"Go ahead, caller."
	"Hi, NSYNC. I think you standing behind your gay friend is great."
	"Peter," added Joey.
	"Yeah, you standing behind Peter is great. But aren't you afraid
people with think your gay also?"
	"People are entitled think anything they want." JC replied.
	"But is it true?" asked Dr. Dan.
	"We're here to share our music, not our private lives."
	"To tell you the truth, I've been exceedingly happy, but I wouldn't
say I was "gay"."
	Dr. Dan ignored Chris. "But you're celebrities. The public wants to
know."
	Justin leaded forward. "The public doesn't need to know
everything."
	"But you're not denying the possibility."
	Chris smiled. "Dr. Dan, you're in the public eye or should I say
ear. Do you discuss your sex life on the air?"
	"Touche'." He answered. "However, don't they say that one out of
ten people are gay. Being that there are five of you, that makes the odds
very good that at least one of you is gay."
	"Okay, you win. One of us here is definitely gay." Justin
said. "It's Peter."
	"You dirty squealer!" Peter snapped. They broke into laughter.
	"But," Dr. Dan pushed on. "He's not a member of the group."
	"I am today."
	"He's in the room." Lance added. "He should be counted. That makes
six."
	Chris grinned at Dr. Dan. "That's seven if we count you."
	"Me?" Dr. Dan sputtered, "Quee...,ah, gay? That's absurd!"
	"Well, by your argument the odds are against you."
	The man in the control booth signaled.
	"Sorry. Time to sell some products. We'll be back in a moment with
more from NSYNC." He flipped a switch. The commercial began to play.
	Dr. Dan raised his coffee cup again. He turned to them,
smiling. "You guys are good. You've must have had lots of experience." He
looked at the clock. "Excuse me. I need to recycle some coffee." He left
the booth.
	"I'm surprised he didn't say "don't touch anything." Chris said.
	Dr. Dan's voice came from the intercom. "Don't touch anything while
I'm gone."
	Chris made the "okay" sign to the control room.

	"Well, JC?" Chris asked after Dr. Dan had gone.
	"Okay, maybe Peter was right."
	"Maybe? This isn't an interview, it's an interrogation."
	"Force of habit. You have to something like this to keep the late
night listener's attention."
	Lance shook his head. "JC, you are really stretching. He's got it
in for us."
	"Why would he want to do that? He's supposed to be a professional."
	"Well, if you ask me I think its plain male ego." Justin
said. "We're an insult to his perfect male image."
	"What do you mean?"
	"We're performers and we dance. That's a sore spot for any macho
guy."
	"What a delight to prove to all those adoring girl fans that we're
a bunch of fairies skipping around. Nothing personal." Joey added.
	"We're half way there already," added JC.
	"I'm in big trouble."
	"What makes you say that, Peter?" Lance asked.
	"This fairy not only discovered and thwarted Bill's plans, but I
got him fired, fought off his attack and got him arrested and charged. An
openly gay man looked on as a hero? I'm macho man's number one enemy."
	Madeline entered the booth with the coffeepot. "You're doing very
well." She smiled as she filled Dr. Dan's mug. "Give him hell. He deserves
it."
	"Is he like this all the time?" asked Lance.
	"Why do you think he was assigned the late night show?"
	Peter remembered that was precisely the reason Bill's father was on
the night shift. No wonder all that gay bashing happens at night.
	"But he's no better than the other group he hangs out with. Three
peas in a pod they are. I'm just glad they're not my family."
	"Family?" asked Peter. No, it couldn't be.
	Before she could answer, Dr. Dan returned. "Madeline." He motioned
to the door with him thumb.
	She ignored him. "You guys need anything?" she asked.
	"No, we're fine. Thank you, anyway."
	"My pleasure." With an angry glare at Dr. Dan, she left.

	"We're back. This morning we have NSYNC with us live in the
studio."
	"Live is a given isn't it. It would be very quiet the other way."
	"Thank you, Chris. Let's take another call. Caller, you're on the
air."
	"Hi, guys," a very nervous female voice said.
	"Hi." NYSNC said in chorus. They could hear screaming in the
background.
	"My girlfriends and I can't wait for the concert. We drove 6 hours
to get here. We're staying in the same hotel." More screaming. "We're
having a party after the concert. We were wondering if you'd like to stop
by." The screams came again.
	"Sorry, it's against the rules. Thanks anyway." JC replied.
	"How many girls will be there?" asked Joey. More screaming.
	"There's four of us. Well, if you change your mind, we're in
room..."
	JC interrupted. "Don't give out your room number over the air. You
don't know who is listening."
	"Leave it with the front desk."
	"Joey!"
	"Sorry, we can't be there. I'm afraid JC is right."
	"Next caller, please."
	"This is a question for Peter."
	"Go ahead."
	"I was wondering how you managed get away from your attacker."
	"He punched him in the happy sack." Joey said.
	"And that didn't make him too happy," added Chris.
	"Then I gave him a push and he fell backwards over the bench. I
took off running."
	"That was it?" Dr. Dan asked incredulously. "He couldn't have been
a small guy."
	"No. He was very muscular. But you are right he did corner me,
again. He was pushed backwards into a storage locker. Sports equipment came
crashing down on him. That's when I made my escape."
	"So you just pushed him."
	"Yes, its amazing what you can do when you are in fear for your
life."
	"I can't believe you could do that to someone his size."
	"What do you mean "his size"?" asked Peter.
	Chris quickly responded. "Actually, he used telekinesis or mental
energy to do the pushing."
	Peter stared at Chris. Why was he telling everything?
	"It was that same thing he used to push JC out of danger the last
time we were here."
	Dr. Dan looked at Peter. "I did read something about that. That was
you?"
	"Yes."
	"I don't believe it."
	Chris smiled. "Well, if you get Peter agitated enough, I'm sure he
would be glad to give you a demonstration."
	"No, that's quite all right."
	Chris patted Peter's shoulder. "Everyone knows that fairies have
magical powers."
	Dr. Dan's head snapped around to face Chris. Peter caught his
surprised reaction. It was the line Lonnie had used in front of
Bill. Dr. Dan seemed surprised that Chris had known it. But how could
Dr. Dan have known? No, it must have been the word "fairy" that caused the
reaction.
	Peter tried to get back to the topic. "Once I got out of the locker
room and into the hallway, I knew I had a chance of getting away. When I
ran into NSYNC's bodyguards I knew I was safe."
	"What were you doing in the locker room in the first place?"
Dr. Dan asked. "It is not a sports event. The locker room would seemingly
be unused and empty."
	Peter's internal alarms started to go off. Whatever it was he
sensed it was coming to the surface.
	"I was looking for Craig from security. I wanted to tell him that
the stage had been repaired. His secretary suggested that I might find him
at the employee locker room checking on the fired employee. I didn't know
where that was. I went to the only locker room I knew."
	"This Craig is gay to isn't he?"
	"What does that have to do with anything?" Peter asked. How did
Dr. Dan know that?
	"There is also a gay employee that is known to "be nice" to other
employees. You have been seen frequently with these two over the last few
days."
	Justin didn't like where this was going. "Your honor, we object to
this line of questioning."
	"I thought this was supposed to be about us." Lance asked.
	"I think this has gone far enough," added JC.
	Peter raised his hand. Let him go on. He wanted to get to the
bottom of this.
	Chris decided to steal Dr. Dan's thunder. "Peter, it's easy to see
where Dr. Dan is heading." Chris said. "It looks like you had arranged to
meet this guy in the locker room for little... Let's just say one of you
was going to be the tight end."
	JC gaped. "You mean people would think that Peter was going there
deliberately to have sex with this guy?"
	"Me?"
	"That's hilarious!" JC nudged Lance. "Do you believe that?"
	"They certainly don't know Peter, do they?" Lance chuckled.
	Dr. Dan watched confused as the guys including Peter
laughed. "Peter, you're a gay man, they're always looking for..."
	"Not Peter. He's almost a monk, man." Joey said.
	"The only thing that got laid in his bedroom was the carpet!" Chris
laughed.
	Dr. Dan saw that Peter's face was red. What they were saying about
him was true.
	"Thank you so much, Chris! I can't say anything about you! But tell
the whole world about me! " Peter snapped.
	"Peter's right." JC said. "We defend our private lives and then we
trash his."
	"I'm sorry, Peter."
	"Well, all right, Chris. I can't say I blame you. It was a good
joke."
	"And I want people to know what I said about the carpet is totally
untrue." Chris said. "Because his bedroom has hard wood floors."
	JC reached over and swatted Chris.
	"Ouch!"
	"How do you know what's in Peter's bedroom, Chris? " Justin smiled.
	"Maybe we have a case of two out of ten." Lance joked.
	Chris ignored them. "You know," Chris looked thoughtful. "Some
people might even think you were attacked because you made a move on the
guy."
	Peter gaped. "Why would I made a play for a guy I know hates gays?"
	"Well, there is no accounting for the way some people think, is
there?"
	Chris turned to Dr. Dan smiling. Dr. Dan seemed to be at a loss. No
one said anything. He pressed a button.
	"You're on the air."
	"Peter, I am so glad that the concert is on for tomorrow thanks to
you," another female voice said. "How did you discover the tampering?"
	Peter tried to look non-chalent. "I was there. I saw him do it."
	"You saw it? That's impossible!" said Dr. Dan.
	"No. There's this thing called astral projection. The ability to
project yourself out of your body. That night when I was out of my body I
went to the stadium."
	"What nonsense."
	"Even if I wasn't invisible, it wouldn't have mattered. The
security guard was too busy talking on the phone to notice that own his son
was sabotaging the stage."
	"You have no special abilities other than an overworked
imagination." Dr. Dan punched another button. "Next caller." He
snapped. Peter noticed Dr. Dan was getting angry. His cool facade had been
shaken.
	"Hi, NSYNC. I was wondering did you find out why he would want to
sabotage NSYNC?"
	"Not sabotage," said Peter. "He called them practical jokes." He
watched Dr. Dan closely. "Perhaps he was just trying to teach NSYNC some
humility." He emphasized the last word.
	Dr. Dan barely hid his surprise.
	Peter continued. "Perhaps he was thinking he was carrying out his
father's wishes. He was being a dutiful son. Although I doubt if his father
wanted it to go this far."
	"How could you have known that?" Dr. Dan snapped.
	"I think we should take another break." JC said.
 	Dr. Dan ignored at JC. "Tell me how you knew that."
	"I told you, I was there."
	"I don't believe you. You're lying."
	"I'll prove it if you answer me one question."
	"What is that?"
	"How long have you been friends with Bill and his father?"
	Dr. Dan stood stunned.
	"Dr. Dan."
	He turned to JC. JC brought his finger across his throat. "We're
still on the air," he mouthed.
	Dr. Dan punched a button. The music began to play. He turned back
to Peter.
	"They are a good family. You've destroyed all that."
	"A good family, really? What about what I heard that night? "As I
just told my son Bill, they need to be taught some humility. I don't know
what the girls see in them. A bunch of prancing queers. It will take sand
blasting to get their muck off the walls. There are no fags in baseball or
football. They just can't cut it"."
	Dr. Dan glared at Peter. "This is impossible. There was no way you
could have heard that. You can't be able to do these things"
	"Bill probably thought the same thing until he smashed into the
shelves."
	"You did this to him. You gave him a record."
	"No. Bill did that himself."
	"They couldn't prove it was him. You told them."
	"Yes, I did. But it wasn't proof enough. I wasn't there
physically."
	"Bill didn't mean to do anything wrong. It was just a joke. Even
the phone call, we were just joking."
	"Trespassing, willful destruction of property and endangerment a
joke? Looks like Bill took your joke very seriously. He was taught very
well."
	Dr. Dan thumped his fist. "It was just a practical joke."
	"The joke ended when he attacked me. I was afraid for my life."
	"Bill is a good boy. He was just angry at being fired."
	"Fired by a gay man and thwarted by a gay man. He must have felt
humiliated. I was a threat to his masculinity.  Just as we are a threat to
you. That's why you squeezed our hands so hard. To prove yourself above
us."
	"A true man can stand a little pain."
	JC got up. "Come on. Its time we were going."
	"It's not time yet. You can't leave now." Dr. Dan said sternly.
	"I'm sorry, but we are leaving."
	They started towards the door. Dr. Dan grabbed JC's arm.
	"No one has ever walked out on me."
	"I find that hard to believe." Joey said.
	"Everything all right in here?" came a voice.
	JC looked over Dr. Dan's shoulder. "Its okay."
	Dr. Dan turned his head. Lonnie was standing in the doorway. He let
JC go.
	"Thank you for having us." JC said.
	"In more ways than one." Chris shot back.
	Lonnie held the door as they left.
	Peter turned back. "It's funny, if Bill hadn't attacked me he would
have gotten away free with only losing his job. His next biggest mistake
was to confess to me what he had done. He did this to himself. I don't know
how any of this would have helped him."
	"I wanted to disgrace you like Bill was disgraced." Dr. Dan sneered
at Peter. "I still don't believe that bullshit you said.  You're just a
fucking fag."
	Well, after last night that was now true, Peter thought. He turned
his attention back to Dr. Dan.
	"Coffee?" He said and concentrated.
	Dr. Dan watched dumbstruck as his coffee mug slowly slid toward
him. It approached the edge. He grabbed it before it fell. Peter couldn't
help but smile at the shocked look on Dr. Dan's face.
	"You really can do it," He stammered.
	Peter raised his arms in front of him. Dr. Dan cringed
slightly. Peter simply adjusted his cuffs and lower his arms. "Need more
proof?"
	"No."
	"That's one for our side." Peter started through the
door. He had a thought. Peter turned back. "A word of advice: Be very
careful who you call "fag"."
	Peter shut the door. The slight air current caught a pile of paper
teetering on the edge of equipment. The fell off scattering paper
everywhere. Dr. Dan eyed the door suspiciously.
	He hastily took a gulp of coffee. It steadied him. He looked back
at the door. "Humbug!"

	Madeline stood there in the control room holding a steaming pot of
coffee she went up to Peter. "I'm so sorry. You certainly didn't need that
after all you've been through."
	"Thank you."
	"Excuse me, I'd better give Dr. Dan his coffee."

	They walked into the lobby. The broadcast could be heard over a
loud speaker.
	"We're back. Unfortunately, NSYNC had to leave early. But Dr. Dan
will still answer those calls. Hey, watch it, goddamnit! Fuck! Son of a
bitch!" A song suddenly started to play.
	Madeline came from the hall. She had a huge smile on her face. The
coffeepot she was carrying was now empty.
	"That was most satisfying."
	"You didn't pour hot coffee...?" asked Peter.
	"Of course not."
	"But it was steaming."
	"Dry ice."
	"That must have been mighty cold on the old crotch." Chris
grinned. "I like her!"
	"I was just going to let him drink it, but I thought screw
it. After what he pulled he deserved it."
	Ron stormed out of his office. "What the hell is happening? Dan's
swearing on the air!"
	"It was my fault, Ron. I spilled his coffee."
	Dr. Dan came angrily down the hall. "What the hell is wrong with
you Madeline? I was on the air!" He saw that NSYNC and the bodyguards were
still there with the station manager and stopped.
	Ron looked worried. "Are you badly burned?"
	"No it was iced coffee." Madeline said. "I had to run coffee to him
four times this morning. I was mad. I wanted to play a joke on him so I put
dry ice in his coffee. I wanted to see his face when he drank it. After the
way he behaved with these guys, I couldn't help myself. I dumped the whole
pot in his lap."
	"Dan, go to the men's room and dry off. Then get back into the
booth."
	"But, Ron."
	"You've got a show to finish. If you don't get a move on, there
will be dead air. Now, go! I'll handle this."
	Chris couldn't resist. "Be a man."
	Dr. Dan glared at them then disappeared down the hall.
	"God, I wish I could have seen his face!" Ron burst out
laughing. "I don't blame you at all, Madeline. But, I have to ask you to go
against the grain and apologize to Dan."
	"It won't do any good, but I will."
	Ron turned to NSYNC. "What exactly did he pull?"


	"He was a friend of the Bill and his father. He was out for a
little revenge." JC said.
	"We disgraced their family so we wanted to disgrace us." Peter
added.
	"How did you know he knew them?" asked John across the restaurant
table.
	"He started to let little things slip out. He knew that Craig was
gay. He knew about Hugh and that the three of us had been seen
together. Chris quoted the fairy line Lonnie said to me before Bill was
taken away and he was surprised that Chris knew it. The only way he could
have know that was if he had spoken to Bill or his family after the
arrest."
	"We were scheduled months in advance. This whole thing seems like a
coincidence."
	"Dr. Dan wasn't host of the morning show where we were booked. He
had the late show." JC explained. "A little deal with the morning show host
to call in sick and Dan "volunteers" to fill in."
	"He then must have contacted people to call the station with
specific questions to get certain topics going."
	"Like one that started the "are you gay?" business."
	"Exactly. When we were confirmed to appear the whole station went
NSYNC crazy. Soon it got so bad he just hated us.  NSYNC was such a thorn
in his side the chance to humiliate us on the air was too powerful. Then
after Bill's arrest he really wanted to make us pay.  Peter being there was
just the frosting on the cake."
	"The way some people's mind work. I'm sorry, Peter. You certainly
have been through a lot."
	"Its okay, John.  Chris was right. NSYNC can handle anything the
media can throw at them. Dr. Dan tried to make it seem like I was in the
locker room to have sex and that Bill was defending himself from my
advances. Chris beat him to it and made a joke out of it. It quite took the
wind out of his sails."
	"Don't forget his look when you quoted the night watchman's phone
conversation to him. He turned white as a sheet." Lance smiled.
	John looked puzzled. "Why?"
	"It was the proof that I really was there that night. After the
clues he dropped I realized that he was the one Bill's father was talking
to."
	JC grinned. "I also liked it when you moved his coffee cup."
	Peter blushed. "Oh, you saw that. I couldn't help myself."
	"Well, its over." John said. "We'll have a nice relaxing lunch then
on to the next interview. That one should be quite different."
	"I hope so." Lance frowned. "I've had my fill of these
homophobes. It's so depressing."
	JC squeezed Lance's knee. "Just wait until after the concert, I'll
cheer you up."
	Peter felt a foot rubbing against his leg. He looked up. Justin
winked at him. He mouthed the word "Ditto" and grinned.
	"I've met with the owner of the radio station and the DJ. He is a
very nice man. Trust me, this interview will be quite different."
	"Oh, I wouldn't say that."
	"Why is that, Peter?"
	"You forget. I'll be there. Where Peter goes, trouble follows."
	"Peter, you are not a jinx." Lance said sternly.
	"Besides," JC patted his shoulder. "It certainly is turning out to
be an exciting weekend thanks to you."
	"It will turn out fine." Lance smiled at Peter. "Just wait and
see."
	Yeah, Peter thought. Just wait and see.

End part 11.

Whew, writing this section of the story sure seems to be a long four
days. And there's still one day to go! Oh, well. This part was the hardest
to write so far. I had the itinerary, but no events to fill the gaps.  I
hope it worked. Sorry, no sex but just you wait.

The next part will be easier. I have some of the events already thought
out. I find myself thinking forward to future plots and I have to bring
myself back to the current plot. Anyway, I hope you like it. As always I'd
love to hear from you with your opinions, positive or negative.  Or just
your favorite parts and bits from throughout the story. You can e-mail me
at pete1211@aol.com.  This is for you, too. Thanks for reading!