Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 19:06:36 EDT
From: Rune Therin <mist_dark@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nsync Saga, Part 11

I've returned with another installment.  This one took me a little longer,
but we're all adults here, or rather we're suppose to be, so we'll all
recover.  It just took me a bit to figure out where I wanted to send a few
scenes.  Once I got that down, it was smooth sailing.

Okay, let's see.  I have to thank Kenitra, LHW, Aeoros, Kief, Aphrodite,
Tom, and Matt.  I know I'm forgetting someone in that list..oh well it'll
come to me.  Most likely after I hit the send button later.  Anyway, thanks
to everyone who e-mailed me.  You guys are great.  I love hearing from you
and what you think about the story.  As for stories to read, I must suggest
Brian and Me.  I'm finally getting close to the end of what's been written.
It's a long haul, but trust me, it's worth it.  It's wonderfully written
and the characters are very interesting.  And so's the plot.  I also have
to recommend Nsync and the Vamps, BSB and Nsync Chronicles, Forever
(finished but still good), Millennium love, and for those of you haven't
read it yet, Lance In Shining Armour (it's finished as well, and has been
for a while.  Scotty T wrote it, and I loved it.)  There are a lot of good
stories out there, let me know if you find any other really good ones.

And now we have the disclaimer.  First off this story isn't suppose to
imply anything about the members of Nsync.  This story is fictional and I
made it all up, if any of them are gay, it's not my business.  If you're
too young to read this, then don't.  If it's illegal in your area to read
this, then don't (though I'd suggest moving to a better area).  If
homosexual themes offend you, then you are in the wrong place.  Parts of
this story are loosely based of the RPG Rifts.  All trademarks belong to
Kevin Siembieda and Palladium books.

Remember e-mails are always welcome.  Mist_dark@hotmail.com (I figure if I
keep mentioning this you'll do it.  Grins I'm addicted to e-mail what can I
say?)  Anyway, enjoy the story.

Rune


PART ELEVEN


	The book in Lance's hands was huge, and was far lighter then it
should have been.  For it's size the book should have easily weighed close
to fifty pounds, but its weight was barely noticeable.  The entire front,
spine and back were covered in runes.  The pages of the book were filled
with various images.  Some were runic circles, others were of mystic
creatures, or just landscapes.  The one thing all the pictures had in
common was their vividness.  Each was in full colour and looked like you
could step right into the page.

	"Why'd you get this?"  Lance asked as he flipped through the pages.
"I'm not upset or anything, but why'd you get this for me?"

	"I saw it at the market," Selvar said.  "And it reminded me of you,
so I bought it.  Do you like it?"

	"It's beautiful," Lance said truthfully.  "What type of book is
it?"

	"A rune book."

	Startled Lance dropped the book.  It hit the floor with a loud
bang.  He looked around the study looking for who had just spoken.  "Did
you say that?"  He asked Selvar.

	A faint smile crossed Selvar's lips.  "No."

	"I did."  The book floated up off the floor and hovered in front of
Lance.  "And personally, the best way to be introduced to someone is not to
drop them."

	Lance looked at the book floating in front of him and then at
Selvar.  Then back at the book.  "I've been here a while now.  I've come to
accept that dragons, elves, and vampires exist.  That drawing symbols on a
wall can make magic.  That the dead truly do walk and that magic in general
exists.  But," he said looking directly at Selvar.  "You could have
mentioned that books can talk."

	"Not all books," the book said.  "Just some really special ones.
Like me.  I'm special."

	Selvar laughed.  "I'm sorry Lance.  I didn't think to mention.
It's really not one of those things you jus blurt out during dinner.  `This
is really good soup.  By the way, books can talk.  Would you pass the
salt?'"

	"Point taken," Lance grumbled.  "It still would have been nice to
know."

	"Probably," the book said.  "But there's no point in whining about
the past.  Let's move onto the future.  It's far more interesting anyway."

	"Yes," Selvar said.  "The book really is that way most of the time.
It can be serious if it wants to be, but it generally doesn't want to be.
Trust me.  It was one of the first things I picked up.  And it's been
talking like that nonstop for the last two days."

	"I do have a name you know," the book said.  It actually succeeded
in making a snorting sound.

	"I was speaking with you for two days and you didn't feel the need
to tell me your name?"  Selvar asked.

	"You didn't ask," the book said.  "But if you're asking, it's Cro."

	"Well it's nice to know you have a name," Selvar said.  "You
already know my name, and that's Lance."

	"I figured out who he was," Cro said.  "You certainly described him
enough over the last two days."  Selvar flushed slightly.  "Glad to meet
you Lance."

	It took a moment for Lance to get his voice back.  "Nice to meet
you as well Cro."

	"Not to be rude Selvar," Cro said.  "But I'd like to get to know
Lance better.  I already know what you told me, but I'd still like to talk
to him."

	Selvar flushed darker then before.  "Of course.  I've a few things
I have to deal with anyway.  You two get to know each other."  He quickly
ushered Lance and the floating book out of the study.

	"He's so much fun," Cro laughed as the door closed behind them.
"He's been like that since he picked me off the shelf."

	"And you've been tormenting him the entire time too," Lance said.
"Haven't you?"

	"Yep," Cro said.  "And enjoying every minute of it.  I don't get
out a lot, so I take advantage of the time I do get."

	Lance nodded.  "Shall we go to the sitting room to talk?"

	"Not that sitting would do much for me," Cro chuckled.  "But that
should be fine."

	Laughing Lance led them to the sitting room and took a seat near
the window.  "You should be interesting company to say the least," he said
as Cro floated to a chair across from him.  It was odd talking to a book,
but Lance was recovering quickly.

	"That I plan to be," Cro said.  "Though I think there's someone who
would be better company.  Somebody with a body."

	It was Lance's turn to flush.  "What do you mean?"

	"You're as bad as Selvar," Cro accused him.  "You know what I'm
talking about.  He likes you.  A lot."

	"We're just friends," Lance said defensively.

	"Really?"  Cro asked.  "And just how many necromancers do you know
that would clear their entire castle of their undead minions just because a
guest was uncomfortable?  Or that would leave their castles undefended with
same said guest inside?  Or would buy same said guest a book that's worth a
king's ransom?"

	All Lance could do was gape.  Well, that and turn a lovely shade of
red.  His voice returned to him a moment later.  "What are you talking
about?"

	"Lance.  Listen to me very carefully," Cro said.  "Selvar.  Likes.
You.  Simple enough?"

	"But.."

	"No buts," Cro cut him off.  "He likes you.  In fact I'd say he's
head over heels in love with you.  I can't think of anything else that
would cause him to clear out his minions."

	"I asked him to bring them back," Lance said.

	"And I bet that he would walk off a cliff if you asked him too,"
Cro countered.  "He'd do anything for Lance.  I've seen this before, and
trust me the only diagnosis that could ever be made is love."

	"You're a mouthy book," Lance told Cro.

	"True, but I'm also right.  And you know it."









 	"Did we do the right thing?"  Joey asked for the tenth time in the
last twenty minutes.

	"Joey," Chris told his friend.  "For the last time, I hope so.  I
don't know.  Evelyn's been through a lot.  But she needed to talk to
somebody, that much I do know.  She's done so much for us, it was the least
we could do."  He sighed and plopped down in a chair.  "But I don't know if
we did the right thing making her tell us right now."

	Joey nodded.  "I know, but I wish we could help.  She's hurting
right now.  And I don't like it."

	"And I do?"  Chris asked.  "Look, we both know she's in pain.  And
we both want to help her, but we can't do anything else.  She's already
upset that we made her tell us, and I don't want to make it any worse then
it already is."

	"So what do we do now?"  Joey asked.  "About Daryl I mean."

	"What can we do?"  Chris asked.  "It's not like we can unkill him.
I wish we could do something like that, but we can't.  Or at least I
can't."  He grinned and looked at Joey.  "Of course Evelyn could be
teaching you a few things that I don't know about."

	Joey laughed.  "Nope, nothing like that.  Or if she is, I don't
know about it either."  The smile slid from his face.  "I wonder what Daryl
meant when he said that a message would be coming."

	Chris shrugged.  "I'd rather know what he meant when he said that
there was danger moving toward us.  I really don't like the sounds of that.
Have you found anything else out?"

	"Nope," Joey said.  "Only what he told me the first time.  I
haven't been able to contact him again.  Apparently he doesn't want to
talk.  Or has nothing else to say.  He's still there, I can sense him, but
he's not saying anything."

	"Well that sucks," Chris said.  "At least we know the guys are
still alive.  That's something.  I was really starting to worry about them.
I miss them."

	"I do too," Joey said.  "It's been too long since we've seen them.
You sort of get used to having them around all the time, and when they're
not there.  It's just odd.  Like something isn't exactly right."

	"Joey," Chris smirked.  "With all due respect I wouldn't exactly
say this world is normal for us.  Exactly how many people back home did you
know that could levitate objects with their mind, or burst into flames at
will?"

	Joey leaned over and smacked Chris upside his head.  "You knew what
I meant."

	"Yep," Chris grinned.  "But that doesn't mean I have to let you
know that."

	"You are so going to get it," Joey said.  He stood up and advanced
on Chris..  "You're going down."

	"Maybe," Chris said as he ran for the door.  "But you'll have to
catch me first."  He pulled the door open and bolted out into the yard.

	Spring was starting to set into the forest so there wasn't a lot of
snow.  Or at least not as much as their used to be.  You could actually see
the ground in some places.  The temperature wasn't too bad either.  They
were both dressed warmly enough that the slight chill in the air didn't
bother them.

	"Do you think running out into the forest is going to save you?"
Joey asked.

	"Nope," Chris said.  "But it will save me from Evelyn.  Do you have
any idea how upset she'd be if we trashed the house?"

	"Good point."

	"Besides, I couldn't do this if we were inside."  With a slight
popping sound Chris burst into flames.  "Let's see if you can take me down
now."

	"Sure," Joey said.

Joey lifted his hand and a few sticks rose out of the snow.  Joey flicked
his wrist toward Chris, sending some of the floating sticks flying.  Chris
grinned behind his aura of flame and looked at the sticks flying toward
him.  The sticks burst into flames and burned to ash before they touched
him.

"Better luck next time," Chris smirked.  He concentrated for a instant and
the area around Joey erupted in flames.  Joey was startled and shot upward
as the remaining sticks dropped to the ground.  "Stand still."  Chris
hurled a few bolts of fire at Joey, which were easily dodged.

"You expect me to stand still?"  Joey asked.  "You've got to be joking."

"Of course I want you to stand still."  Chris flung another bolt of fire at
Joey.  He didn't notice a nearby log sneaking up on him.  The log caught
him just below the back of his knee and knocked him backward into the snow.
The flames hissed as the snow hit them, but didn't go out.  Chris tried to
get to his feet, but ended up burning the log to cinders before he could
get anywhere.

While Chris was preoccupied with the log, Joey floated over to the basin of
water that was sitting near the cabin.  Because the nights were still
really cold, the water had frozen solid.  And the days weren't warm enough
yet to melt it when the sun was up.  He grinned wickedly to himself.  Joey
threw himself sideways to avoid the blast of fire that Chris threw at him.

"Doh," Chris muttered.  "Almost.  I'm going to get you."

"Probably not," Joey smirked as he raced toward the tree line.  There was
more snow there, so Chris' fire wouldn't be as useful.

"Oh no you don't," Chris said.  He held his hands up and slightly apart.  A
wave of flame shot from them.  He moved them side to side, melting the snow
as he went.  "You're not going to win that easily."

"Didn't plan on it," Joey said.  He leapt into the air and floated away as
Chris brought the flames to bare on him.  "I thought this would work
instead."

"Wha?"  Chris asked.  The frozen block of ice dropped on him from above.
Joey had moved it from the basin while Chris had been melting the snow.
The heat from the flames around Chris melted the ice before it hit him.
His flames hissed and went out.  "That was completely uncalled for."

Joey grinned and landed next to his friend.  "I don't think so.  It's not
like you have anything to be talking about Mr. Throwing fire at your
friends."

"You started it," Chris said.  "Besides, we're not finished."  He didn't
wait for Joey to respond before sweeping is feet out from underneath him.
Joey landed face first in the mud that had been made when Chris melted the
snow.  Chris dropped onto his friend's back, pinning him to the ground.
"We're just getting started."







	Karr lay back on the bed.  A few hours before Damek had finished
making the vision that he was going to deliver to Justin, Joey, Chris, and
Josh.  Though he had a feeling that he was going to pull Lance into it as
well.  It would be best for all of them to know that the others were coming
as well.  He mentally ran over the vision to make sure that he had all the
details.  This was possibly one of the most important things he had done in
centuries.

	Once he was satisfied he closed his eyes and began to concentrate.
Slowly his skin began to pale.  The black of his clothing started to fade
to dark gray, then light gray, and then white.  His hair colour made the
same transition as his clothing, fading from dark black to white.  Once his
colourings had faded to white he started to become transparent.  Subtle at
first, but it was definitely happening.  Soon his body faded from
existence.  His consciousness blanked out for a moment.

	His consciousness filtered back to him as his body began to reform.
First he became solid, then his colouring faded in.  Shortly he was exactly
the way he had been when he started this.  Of course his location had
changed drastically.

	The dream world was chaotic at best.  Lethal at worst.  In many
respects it was similar to the astral plane.  There were key differences
though.  If one were to get lost in the astral plane, one would be just
that.  Lost.  Here, however, getting lost would usually promise one of two
things.  Insanity and death.  It would appear as if you had died of natural
causes in your sleep.  That's assuming you left a body when you came to the
dream world.  Some people didn't.

	Karr looked around to get his bearings.  The ground, or what passed
for it here, was a semi-liquid ectoplasmic creation that extended from
where he was standing to the horizon in all directions.  The sky was
similar except it seemed far more fluid then the ground.  All around him
were countless tiny dots of light.  About half of them at any given time
were brighter then the other half.  Now and again one of the lights would
flicker and change its brightness.  The colouring changed dramatically from
one moment to the next.  The astral plane changed in variations of reds,
greens and blues.  And when the mists of the astral plane changed colour it
was done gently.  Fading from one colour to the next.  Here the colour
changes were anything but gentle.  One second it was deep blue, then in a
blink of an eye it had changed to bright orange.  It would have made Karr
ill if he hadn't come here so often.

	Finding his bearings Karr strode forward.  The ground before him
solidified into a stone path as he walked.  He opened his mind to the dream
world and began pulling what he wanted toward him.  As he continued walking
one of the lights moved toward him.  It wasn't as bright as some of the
other ones were.  When the light floated right next to him Karr stopped.
Carefully he touched the light with his mind.

	"That was easier then I thought it'd be," he said to himself.  "Now
let's see if finding the others' dream-pools will be as easy."

	He began walking forward again.  The light hovered behind him,
keeping close to him without actually touching him.  In a few minutes
another light started zeroing in on him.  Karr smiled at collecting another
dream-pool and kept moving.  It didn't take too long before he had five
dream-pools hovering around him.

	"Now," he said to himself.  "Let's see if they'll all go to sleep
now."

	He closed his eyes and began to chant the spell Nydia had taught
him before he had left.  Small wisps of mist floated from his fingers as he
waved his arms through the air.  The mist collected around each of the
dream-pools.  Karr kept chanting until each of the pools was completely
enveloped in mist.  He made a few tying gestures with his hands and the
mist reacted by extending tendrils to touch the other pools.  When he
finished each of the pools was tied to the others by the mist.

	"And now all I have to do is wait for them to sleep," Karr said to
himself.  Almost as soon as he said that one of the pools began to glow
more brightly.  He laughed.  "Apparently my timing is right on."  As he
said this the other pools began to glow brightly.  "I'll have to thank
Nydia for putting them to sleep like this."

	Gathering his power Karr reached out and touched the pool in the
middle of the chain.  There was a flash of light and he vanished.







	"Perhaps you should just go to sleep now," Erastus said.  He had
been attempting to get JC to listen to him for the last hour.  It hadn't
been working.  The song of grief had taken a lot out of JC and all he
really wanted to do was sleep.  Finally Erastus gave into this and
dismissed him for the night.

	Falling asleep had never been a problem with JC, and tonight was no
exception.  If anything he actually managed to fall asleep faster then he
normally did.  Within moments he was dreaming.  Though he rarely remembered
his dreams, he could always remember that he had had one when he woke up.
Tonight the dream was more vivid.

	He was floating in the cave that he and Erastus shared.  At first
glance he couldn't Erastus anywhere.  Oddly enough he was dressed in blue
jeans and a T-shirt.  He hadn't worn anything like this since he had
arrived here.  Jeans just weren't the most comfortable swimming material.
The cave had the odd film over it that told you that you were dreaming.

	"Josh?"  A man said as he stepped out of the shadows.  He was tall
and athletically built, but other then that JC couldn't make out his
features.  The man's features were shrouded in darkness.  Like he was just
a shadow.

	"Yes?"  JC asked.

	"I need to show you some things," the man told him.  "Please come
with me."

	Seeing that he didn't really have much choice in the matter, JC
agreed.  He stepped toward the man.  "Where are we going?"

	"Several places," the man said.  "And none at all."

	"Huh?"  JC asked.  "What's that suppose to mean?"

	"Don't worry about it," the man said.

The world around them wrenched and tore.  Once the world had corrected
itself JC looked around.  They were standing in a snow filled pine forest.
He guessed that spring wasn't too far off because the snow showed signs of
melting.

"Where are we?"  JC asked.  "Why are we here?"  He almost regretted asking
those questions the moment they left his mouth.  Nothing happened, but he
just hated saying things like a character from some horrible movie.

"I've brought you here to show you something," the man told him again.
"They're this way."

He led JC through the forest without so much as a glance behind him.  JC
admired the trees and the general beauty of the forest.  He wasn't affected
by the cold so he didn't let that bother him.  What did attract his
attention was the fact neither he nor the man left footprints in the snow.
It was strange, but since this was a dream he let it go.  Before too long
the man stopped walking.  They had reached their destination.

Their destination was a cabin in a smallish clearing.  It looked
comfortable enough.  He had to laugh though, it looked like it had been
plucked right out of a cartoon.  Smoke wafted upward from the chimney.  He
took all of this in with a glance, what caught his attention were the two
people stacking firewood n the front yard.

"Joey?  Chris?"  He whispered.  "Guys!"  He called louder.

	"They can't hear you," the man told him.  "Or see you, or feel you.
Don't bother trying to get your attention.  This hasn't happened yet.  None
of what I'm going to show you has.  But it could."

	As if that were her, cue a woman moved from around the side of the
cabin.  She was dressed in a blue robe and she moved with incredible grace.
She didn't seem hindered by the snow at all.  Neither Joey or Chris noticed
the woman.  They kept chatting to each other while they stacked the wood.

	"She's the Blue Acolyte," the man told JC.

	Blue stopped walking when she stood about fifty feet from Joey and
Chris.  She called out to them to get their attention.  It worked.  Both of
them stopped stalking wood to see who the new comer was.  It annoyed JC
that he couldn't hear what they were saying, and the man wouldn't let him
move closer to find out.

	Chris said something and the woman's body began to shake.  It took
JC a moment to realize she was laughing.  He started to try to figure out
what Chris had said that was so funny.  Blue abruptly stopped laughing.
Joey collapsed in the snow holding his head shouting something.  Chris
looked shocked for a moment before he was thrown backward into a large
tree.  The tree shock violently for a moment before falling forward,
crushing him.

	The man's arm snapped out and stopped JC from racing from the trees
to help his friends.  "This hasn't happened yet," he said.  "There is
nothing you can do yet."

	By this time Joey had leaned back on his heels and seemed to be
howling in pain at the sky.  Blood flowed from his eyes as if he were
crying.  The streams of blood started out small but quickly grew until his
face was almost completely covered in blood.  He gave a spastic jump before
collapsing into the snow.  Blue stood over his body.  She began to laugh
again.

	"I've other things to show you," the man said.

The world wrenched again.  This time they were standing in a desert.
Justin lay sleeping near a dying campfire.  JC could barely watch as a
black robed man stepped out of the night and woke his friend.  There was a
brief scuffle that ended with Justin lying next to the fire again.  His
neck bent at an impossible angle.

	JC was in tears when they returned to the cave they'd started
in. He had just seen his friends killed.  He cried harder as he thought of
the tree that had killed Chris.  He still didn't know what happened to
Joey, but he knew it had been painful.  Watching Justin being killed had
been even harder on him.  They'd known each other for so long, it tore
something from him when he had seen his friend's neck broken.  The shocked
look on Lance's face still remained in his mind.  Even seeing himself
killed hadn't been as difficult as seeing his friends murdered.  Though he
knew that the image of the white robed woman standing over his lifeless
body was going to haunt him for a long time.

	"Why are you showing me these things?"  JC asked quietly after he
had composed himself.  "What do you want?"

	"None of this has happened yet," the man said.  "But they will if
you stay where you are.  People want you dead, and they'll get what they
want if you don't leave.  Go to your friend Lance.  I can't say that you
won't die, but you will have a much greater chance at survival.  My powers
are being strapped too much to help you against the Acolytes if you are
spread apart like you are."

	"I don't even know where Lance is," JC snapped.  "How am I suppose
to go to him and stop these things from happening if I don't know where to
start."

	"England," the man said simply.

	"What?"

	"Lance is in England.  He's a guest of Selvar.  Tell your friend
that, Erastus I believe his name is.  He'll know where to take you.  You
don't have much time to work with Josh.  I would leave as soon as
possible."








	"LANCE!!!"  Justin shouted as he sat up.  He began to shiver,
though not from the cool desert wind.

	"Justin?"  Pyre's voice was filled with concern.

	"We have to go to England," Justin said.

	"What?"

	"I said we have to go to England," Justin repeated.  "Lance is
there."

	"I'm assuming it's the same Lance you've told me about before,"
Pyre said.

	Justin nodded.  "Yeah.  We've got to get to him."

	Pyre sat up and wrapped his arms around Justin's shoulder.  "Are
you going to explain that?"

	"I dreamed about him," Justin said.  "About my other friends,
they're heading to England too.  Except for Lance.  He's already there."

	"What happened in your dream?"

We all died," Justin said simply.  "But Lance's was the worst.  I can still
see the look on his face."  He sighed and snuggled into Pyre's arms.  "It
started out here.  I was sleeping next to the fire when a man showed up.
Couldn't make out anything about him, he was covered in shadows.  He took
me places.  I saw Joey, Chris, JC and Lance.  They couldn't see or hear
me."  Pyre didn't say anything.  He just hugged Justin close to him.

"I saw them first.  Some woman in blue showed up and killed them.  She
dropped a tree on Chris.  And I don't know what she did to Joey.  He just
dropped to the ground and his eyes started bleeding."

"A mind wave," Pyre said.  "An attack leveled at the mind.  It's
devastating if used properly."

	Justin nodded before continuing.  "Some witch in white burned JC to
death.  It was awful.  It looked so painful.  And I couldn't do anything to
help him."  Justin started to cry.  Pyre rocked him back and forth slightly
to calm him enough for him to carry on.

	"Thanks," Justin said.  "Sorry about that."

	"Don't worry about it," Pyre said.

	"JC was bad," Justin said quietly.  "The look on his face.  But
Lance was the worst.  We were in Selvar's castle.  Lance was sitting
reading a book near the fire.  I couldn't make out what he was reading, but
it looked like it was heavy reading.  He was completely involved in it.
Some guy in a green robe showed up.  Lance didn't notice him at first, but
when the man pulled a sword Lance turned to look at him.  They fought.
Lance didn't have a weapon.  He tried to use the book, but it wasn't any
good."  Justin stopped.  He held Pyre tightly to him.

	"It's alright," Pyre whispered to him.  "It was only a dream."

	"No," Justin said.  "It wasn't just a dream.  There's more to it.
Pyre, I want to go to England.  I want to make sure that Lance is alright."

	"Are you sure?"  Pyre asked.  "It's a long way to travel."

	"I'm positive," Justin said firmly.  "I have to know.  If my dream
was true, then I'll be together with my friends."  He turned to look Pyre
in the eye.  "I'd like it if you came with me."

	"I'm not letting you go anywhere without me," Pyre said.  He kissed
Justin lightly on the lips.  "You're just too damn cute to leave
unattended."

	"Of course I'm too cute to leave unattended," Justin grinned and
kissed Pyre back.  "You'd never know who I'd run off with.  And who knows,
maybe one of the guys will know something about what Martha said.  I'm
still not sure what to think about that."

	"It was odd," Pyre said.  "But it had something to do with one of
us.  I did some checking around about her.  She doesn't usually have
visions like that, and when she does, they're always relevant to the person
she says them to."

	"Whatever," Justin shrugged.  "So when should we leave?  The man in
my dream said we shouldn't take too long."

	"Well, if we pick up supplies tomorrow we should be able to leave
shortly after noon.  How does that sound?"

	"What time is it now?"

	Pyre looked at the moon for a minute.  "Shortly after midnight.
Why?"

	Justin grinned.  "Well, I think that should give us more then
enough time for sleep.  That and a few other things."

	"Just what did you have in mind?"  Pyre grinned in the dark.

	"I don't know," Justin said kissing Pyre's neck.  "I think we can
figure something out to pass the time."


TBC

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