Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 22:17:46 -0500
From: Erica M Sherman <quatreincubus@juno.com>
Subject: NSYNC Baby Boomers Part 1

HIIIIIIIII EVERYONE! Wow, I'm not a newbie to fan fic, but i'm a newbie to
this site. If this is absolutely horrible, please tell me. I think it's
rather funny right now, but it does get very deep. We're talkin' sit-com
here.

Guess what, I ALREADY HAVE FRIENDS TO SHOUT OUT TO! Hi to Laxana, Lauren,
and Jodi.

If you would like to get back to me on this story, e-mail me at
QuatreIncubus@juno.com. That isn't my email address, i'm borrowing a
friends, so in the subject write Jim-ay. AND PLEASE EMAIL ME!

NSYNC is NOT GAY! I don't know them either...so there.

Thank you, and on with the story.

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*N SYNC's Baby Boom

...Zzzz.....Zz....

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I woke up with
a start. I hear the scream again, this time louder and actual words being
made.

"HOLY..AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I ran down the stairs anxiously, seeing Justin with a look of sheer terror
on his face.

"What is it?!?" I asked, expecting a monster or a needle to come poking at
me or something. I looked down at the wicker basket Justin was pointing to.

"What the.."

Joey trotted down the steps.

"What is i--Oh My God..." Joey gawked at the basket as well, approaching it
wide eyed.

10 seconds later, Lance waddled down the stairs sleepily, yawning and look
of death on his face.

"All right, what moron decided to watch The Haunting at 4 in the..." his
mouth dropped open, speechless at the site of what was in the basket.

For around 20 seconds, we all stared at the basket, until Chris came
cheerfully to break our gaze.

"What's the big...WHOOA!" He looked down at the basket, backing away from
it surprisingly. After regaining his composure, he continued.

"Ok, WHO KNOCKED UP A RED HEAD 9 MONTHS AGO?"

We stared.

Justin broke the silence.

"Uh, JC, what do we do?"

"I have no idea..." I answered, looking at Justin, who was staring at the
basket confused.

"What exactly happened?" I asked Justin.

"Well, I came down here for some water and to check the weather, and I open
the door, and there it was. Oh, and it had this note." He handed me the
note. I read it aloud.

"Dear *NSYNC,

	Hello. I need to ask you a very, very big favour. I made the
foolish mistake of getting pregnant at a very young age. I have no money to
care for my child anymore, so I had to give it up. I know you will be
better parents then I am. I hope you take care of him. He has no name. His
birthday is January 31st, 2000. All medicals have already been taken care
of. Thank you."

"THAT'S IT?!!?" said Chris. "AND NOW WE HAVE OURSELVES A BABY TO TAKE CARE
OF?! OK, WE MIGHT BE GOOD, AS IN SINGING WISE, AS IN DANCING WISE, AS IN WE
CAN DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME, BUT TAKE CARE OF A KID? WE'RE NOT THAT GOOD!"

I stared at the baby. His red curls were tossled, his bright blue eyes
gazing curiously at Justin. He cooed cutely, and Justin examined him in awe
and fascination.

"Well, guys, what do we do?" I asked.

Everyone began to talk at the same time, arguing about whether to keep it
or not, everyones voice gradually getting louder.

"ENOUGH!" Everyone layed their eyes on me.

"Group vote..." I said.

"All those in favour of keeping the baby, raise your hand."

Joey, Justin, and I raised our hands.

"It's unanimous. We keep the kid."

Various cheers and groans were heard, and then I silenced them again.

"Now, we need a name." I suggested.

"Lance!" Lance said proudly.

"Yeah, right!" Chris chuckled. Lance glared.

"I know!" said Justin brightly, "How about...CRUNK?"

Nearly everyone laughed.

"Actually, that is kinda cool. It defines NSYNC...we're crunk!" Joey
responded.

"Yeah..." Lance nodded agreeingly.

"Crunk it is. And last name?" I moved on.

Of course, everyone suggested their own.

"We need something we can all agree on..." I quited everyone.

"Erm...how about Nsync?" Justin suggested.

"YEAH!" said everyone else agreeingly. Justin beamed.

I chuckled.

"Nsync it is..."

"Wow," said Chris. "Only we would name a kid Crunk Nsync."

Justin looked down at the baby.

"Is your name ok? Crunk Nsync?"

The kid clapped his hands together cutely.

"He likes it!" Justin beamed.

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"Ok, here's K mart!" Lance announced, pulling into the parking lot and
parking. We shuffled into the store, camaflouged, and headed to the baby
aisle. We grouped around Lance, who gave us product assignments.

"JC, Justin, you get clothing. Joey, your in charge of diapers. I'll take
care of housing. Chris, your in charge of food."

Everyone reported to there various sections.

"Ok, Josh-boy...Elmo or Harry Potter?" Justin asked, showing me two bibs.

"Harry Potter." Justin shoved the bib into the cart.

We found various clothing, trying to make it as fashionable as possible.

"Wow!" said Justin, review the clothing. "This kid is going to be stylin'!"

Meanwhile, Chris was investigating the food aisle.

"Hmm, ok, Gurber foods taken care of...now what else...?" he looked around
the aisle.

"Well, we sure as hell can't breast feed the kid...a bottle!" He skipped
merrily over to the bottles and formula, selecting a plain blue one.

"I'll just draw the Fu-man Skeeto sign on it later." He said to himself,
grinning.

Joey was checking out the diapers.

"Daipas, Daipas, Daaaaaiiiipa's!" he sang, piling mounds of Huggies and
various diaper rash creams into the shopping cart, laughing amusingly.

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And all was well. We made Justins room into the babies room, and Justin
volunteered to sleep with the kid.

And it was enough for being father's for the day. It was time to venture
onto being NSYNC...and it was our last concert for the No Strings Attached
tour anyway. Ending in New York City was always cool...and our new
penthouse aparment on Central Park West was a find commodidity to staying
in NYC. It gave us artistic freedom...and a chance to meet new, cool
people.

And meeting new people was EXACTLY what I needed. I was beginning to
realize that girls just didn't do it for me anymore. I used to love
millions of scream girls, but now I realize I actualy really love those 3
guys unwillingly taken there by girlfriends or younger sisters.

So what does that mean? I, Joshua Scott Chasez...am gay. And loving it, may
I add.

As soon as I realized this, oh, about a month ago, I had to tell the
guys...gradually.

I began with Justin. I figured he would be the most supportive, considering
how long i've known him...and because he had admitted to being bi no more
then 2 months before me coming out.

"Wow, JC. I'm happy for you finally realizing it," he flashed me a grin and
hugged me comfortingly.

Next, Lance...even though he was Mr. Baptist, he was always telling
everyone 'Being Gay is Ok!', so he was my next shot.

"Dont worry JC, I don't hate you. Being gay is ok!" he told me.

On to Joey. Joey was rather busy when i told him....but his answer was the
one that REALLY got me.

"Oh, your gay? Awesome, I'm bi!"

He told everyone else about an hour later.

Chris was last. He was the most immature out of all of us, but he was
mature about this.

"Oh, that's cool Josh."

And so it was.

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We drove the concert, showered and spiffy. Joey sat in shot gun, discussing
the election with Lance. Chris was listening to his headphones and taking
notes for his record label. I sometimes dropped some words with Joey and
Lance, but soon after ending with them as the battle got nasty ("Bush is
pro-life!" "Yeah? Well Gore is pro-choice!" "Bush was governor!" "Well,
BUSH IS STUPID!"), I realized Justin was upset. I put a sympathetic hand on
his shoulder.

"Hey, Curly, what's ailing ya?" I said, smiling at him.

"I was just thinking..."

"Go on..."

"Well, we're like fathers now, right? And because you produce a lot, and
Joey's doing a movie and Lance is with FreeLance and Chris is with Fuman
Skeeto, that leaves me with the kid. So I'm taking more the of the fatherly
figure right now."

"I guess you could say that..."

"Anyway...er...I have no mother." he said, gloomily.

"Yes you do, Justin. Her name is Lynn, remember her?"

"No, no, no! Not like THAT mother..."

"Er..."

"I mean like, a mother of Crunk. I'm a father...I need a mother to take
care of the baby with me."

"Oh...well, Britney-"

"No way in HELL!" Justin said immediately with a stern expression. You
remember what happened last time."

A flash back of Justin passed out with a blood pool next to him

"Your right, no way in hell..."

He sighed.

"Maybe they'll be someone tonight. You never know."

He smiled, sighing again.

"Yeah..maybe." He stared out into the window again, deep in thought.

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"And that's it. Our last time doing that tour." Joey said, falling onto a
couch in the dressing room, guzzling down water with a towel around his
neck.

Just then, a breif knock was heard on the door.

"Come in..." Joey replied, his mouth full of water. The door opened.

A boy and a girl were standing in the door way.

The first thing I noticed was that the boy was wearing an NSYNC shirt and
grinning happily, as the girl stood there with a smirk and a Rock Star
muscle tee.

The second thing I noticed was how attractive both of them were. The girl
was kind of short, but her long legs and big boots made her look
taller. Her blonde hair was layered around her face, the edges brushing
about an inch below her collar bone. Her blue eyes gazed at us brightly
like sapphire orbs. Justin was indeed checking her out...and so were Chris,
Lance, and Joey.

And as for the guy, well, he was just to hott for words. He was unlinke any
other beauty I had ever layed my eyes on. His brown hair was spiked up
neatly but funkily. His face carried a sense of mystery, but his boyish
smile signaled fun. His piercing green eyes scanned the room mystified. I
knew I must've been staring, because Lance was cracking up. But something
about him made me not want to ever take my eyes off of him. Ever.

He spoke.

"Oh, My GOD! Lax, it's NSYNC!"

He spoke with a deep, mystical british accent.

"I know, we just saw them in concert, they're on your shirt, they're in the
cd jacket things...and there plastered all over there walls...especially
that one." said the girl, laughing at the sight of her friend, pointing at
me. I blushed at the comment.

He stared at me.

I stared at him.

The girl stared at both of us.

"Ok, then..." she said, our stares wandering off. "Let's meet them, shall
we, Jim-ay? That's what we're for, anyway." she smiled, cunningly.

"Umm, yeah.." the boy answered dazed.

The boy went around to everyone, shaking hands with everyone and acting all
excited. The girl kept her cool, introducing herself. She ended up with
Justin, and sat down, talking to him. Joey and Chris were soon to follow,
chatting with the girl who introduced herself as "Laxana, but you can call
me whatever you want... Lax... Laxxie... Lassie... whatever...", leaving
the boy to me.

"Uh, hi." he said shyly.

I was speechless.

All I could do was stare.

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Ok, sorry for the EXTREMELY abrupt ending, but it gets better, dun worry
:D.

Comments, complaints, love letters, etc. can be sent to
QuatreIncubus@juno.com

Cheerio!

~Jim-ay~