Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 21:28:45 -0700
From: mistress_n9@juno.com
Subject: Scared chapter 3

Disclaimer: Not true. Don't know their sexuality. Don't know
them...PERIOD! This here is a work of fiction. Except for Dr. Aaron
McMillan. Idea of BA (a.k.a. Yoko the Battle Angel) belongs to Yukito
Kishiro. Very close to Alternate Universe but not quite.

Sue me? *Shakes head* "Nothin but pennies in my pocket/Nothin but a fire
to keep me warm/C'mon, I'm broke do not doubt it/So don't even sue."
(um, only first line belong Mandy Moore)

McLean, I doubt they let you read this sh*t at the ward. But if they do
and if you're reading this, I have a suggestion to make (no, it's not to
sleep with me or any of my friends. Sheesh, people!)

Depressed? Try listening to:

1. Dido- Thank You
2. Suzanna Vegaz- Tom's Diner (Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, etc)
3. Enya- Only If

--On repeat. Hey, it may sound stupid but it might work. Either that or
you could watch Girl, Interrupted. It might help it might not, how the
hell am I supposed to know? I only had depression not that and alcoholic
problems.

Readers: want the lyrics to the above to see why I suggested them? Email
me. Mistress_N9@juno.com

"Scared"
A (pathetic attempt at a) novel by Nimm

Chapter 3

AJ stirred as the morning's light broke through. He felt content with
the person in his arms. Like they were meant to be together. He felt
like he could protect whomever in his arms from everything. He looked
down to see the messy hair of Brian Littrell. It was then when he heard
a quiet moan of, "Mmmm...Alex." AJ was stunned.

Could he be remembering, he thought. It was at that moment that a pair
of blue eyes stared into his. "Morning, Brian." AJ greeted hesitantly.

"Morning." Brian smiled sleepily then yawned. "What are we going to do
today?" he asked.

"Um well, trying to get you back on your feet for one." AJ laughed.
Brian smiled weakly. "What's wrong?"

"I had the weirdest dream last night." Brian sighed.

"Oh? What was it about?"

"I was in a room; crying. Like, I was another person watching me, you
know?" AJ nodded as he continued. "I was sitting on the bed, crying over
something. I was holding a picture. There was a great pain in my heart."

"Yeah...that's pretty weird, B." AJ replied. "Ok, so how do I start to
explain how you came to be? Let's start Jackie and Harold Sr. Littrell.
It was a nice April and they decided for a roll in the hay--" He was cut
off by Brian's giggles.

"I know where babies come from, Alex. I may have amnesia but I remember
the fundamentals." Brian grinned. He snuggled closer to AJ. "Tell me
like where I come from, who my family is, all that. And maybe," he
paused, "Maybe after that, you can fill me in on how I met you?"

"Ok, that's about simple enough." AJ smiled. "You were born in a box in
a dark alley." AJ said with a straight face. He laughed when he saw the
look of sheer terror on Brian's face. "Just kiddin' ya, B! Seriously,
you were born in Lexington, KY. February 25, 1975. That's where you come
from. Your family consists of a lot of people but I'll just stick to
basics. Your mom's name is Jackie and your dad's name is Harold Sr. I'm
kinda fuzzy on what they do and stuff. You have one older brother named
Harold Jr." he started as he began to retell Brian's life story.

By the end, Brian had stared off into space. "Wow...that's one hell of a
life." AJ chuckled. "Now tell me how I met you."

"Well, you were 18 and I was 15. Kevin, your cousin, called you in from
Kentucky. So we all met at Lou's place to wait for you two. Anyways, I
was bored and Howie was busy trying to calm Nicky down. You walked in.
You were chewing gum and kinda stalking behind Kevin. Then you were all
friendly and stuff. Like: 'How y'all doin'? Y'all doin' all right?"
Brian giggled at AJ's impression of his once thick accent. "And for more
Backstreet information, just log on the Internet and search for BSB
information."

"I think I'll do that after breakfast. Speaking of which, I am gonna
make." Brian smiled as he got up. AJ was about to protest when Brian cut
him off. "You did a good job of taking care of me yesterday and I want
to repay by making you breakfast." He toddled out the door and into the
kitchen. Brian smiled as he slipped some Eggo Waffles into the toaster.
He's so nice, he thought.

*~Flash~*
"Mmmm…Alex." he moaned as his fingers danced lightly over his sensitive,
overheated skin. "I want you so bad…but how can I tell you that I love
you so much it hurts inside?" The pounding sped up as his mind became
muddled with erotic thoughts. "H-how can I tell you t-that I've found my
purpose in life a-and it's w-with you?!" he screamed as he let go into
oblivion.

*~Back~*
Brian grabbed his head and crouched into the fetal position. He began to
gasp for breath. What WAS that?

"Brian, you ok? Do you need me to help?" asked AJ's voice. He walked in.

"A-Alex? Can you hear me?" screamed Brian's voice.

That's funny, AJ thought, it's so far away.

"Please! Show me some sign that you hear me!" shouted Brian's voice
again.

"Ugh…Ugh…w-what's happening t-to m-me?" gasped the Brian on the floor.

"Brian! I'm right here!" shouted AJ. "What's going on, Rok?" he
demanded.

"ALEXANDER!" came the pitiful cry of the voice before it died. Brian was
out cold on the floor. AJ robotically picked up Brian and placed him in
his bed before walking back out to hit speed dial.

"Ugh, hello?" asked a groggy voice.

"Hey Chang, can I talk to Zhang?" he asked.


Ha! Who is Zhang? (not Zhiyi, I guarantee that.) While I'm on it, who's
Chang? Why's AJ calling them? Sorry for cutting it short, guys. I know,
I make you wait this long and this is what you get.

I'm really glad that people are starting to get their butts in gear and
posting BSB fics. Readers, THANK YOU! And I promise that the next
chapter will be out soon enough, k?

Best wishes for AJ (JayJay! *muah*) with the rehab thing. Buddy,
*imitates the Ladybug from a Bug's Life* (eh, so I watched Disney films
with my niece, so sue me) you are gonna: KNOCK. THEM. DEAD! Babe, you
can ALWAYS talk to me, k? (maybe get one of the cute nurses to email me?
;)

Best wishes for Nicky (Nick-ay! Ghetto Boot-ay! All the way!) with his
hand. Lord knows he's gonna need it for the lonely nights in a quiet
hotel room. ^_~*

Email: (bitch at me, praise me, or just raise hell. I won't care)
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