Are you out there?, Tatami
My big Choey Table
Claim: *N Sync: Chris/Joey
Title: Are you out there?
Author: amy13
Characters: Chris, Joey, Lance, Justin, JC
Prompt: 03. Angst
Rating: PG
Length: Long (2 parts, second part has 3 chapters)
Brief summary: One day, Chris is not there. There’s no way to find him, no one knows where he’s gone, or why is he gone. The story centers about the reactions of the group, and their obvious sense of loss. Still, I choose it for the angst prompt because of the sequel, which explains why this happens and leads to the finding of Chris. Amy knows how to write angst scenes, though, and Are you out there? Is a tear jerker.
The guys decided, with the advice of Chris’s mom, to give him a few days to show up. Joey stayed at Chris’s over the next several days, answering his phones and his pager, hoping that Chris would pull in the driveway at any moment. One of his cars was gone, his Jeep, and they hadn’t found Chris’s car keys, wallet, or his favorite jacket in the house, so they knew he’d taken some of his things with him.
“First thing I’m gonna do,” Justin said, plopping down on the couch next to Joey one afternoon, about three days after they searched Chris’s house, “Is hug him. And then, I’m going to sit on him, and beat the living shit out of him for scaring us like this.”
Joey smiled wanly, the expression never entering his eyes. “I just want him back, Just. Or... Or at least he could call us, you know?”
Link to the story: Are You Out there? and Finding Chris (Because you do need to read the sequel)
Claim: *N Sync: Chris/Joey
Title: Tatami
Author: Sinead smallbeer
Characters: Chris, Joey.
Prompt: 46. Reccer’s Choice
Rating: G.
Length: Short.
Brief summary: When I decided to do this, this was the first fic that came to my mind. During a short visit to Japan, Joey finds himself out of the loop. Everything is too small, everything is too fast, and he only wants to leave. While Chris seems right in his element, and insists on a traditional room for both of them, which includes a tatami. It’s Lost in Translation, years before the movie was even made, and it’s one of those stories in which you just want to reach and hug Joey because, well, he deserves a hug.
"I was trying to ask if they knew where that club is that girl at the hotel told us about," Chris said as he peered up and down the street. "Look, I'll bet that's it!" He raced off, with Joey trailing him. The place Chris had spotted ultimately turned out to be a tranvestite S&M club, but Joey got them out alive, and on the whole it was a pretty good evening. Because Joey was not only good at travel, he loved it. He loved getting off a plane someplace he had never been. He loved the tightrope walk of talking to someone who spoke no English. He liked reading a foreign subway map and sleeping in strange hotel beds, and he liked walking into a strange restaurant and ordering the speciality of the house. When it came to foreign travel he was the man.
Yeah, I'm the man, alright, Joey thought wearily, as he bumped his head--again--on the roof of the van. The insane rush of downtown Tokyo traffic made him want to close his eyes. He had been unfazed by Berlin, Paris, and mid-town Manhattan, but Tokyo was evidently too much city for a boy from Brooklyn. Maybe it was because he was tired, but hell, they were all tired, and anyway, that was nothing new. That was SOP, that was par for the course on tour. Jet lag had never stopped him before. JC had once said that Joey's autobiography should be titled, The Joey Fatone Story: or, How I Toured Europe on Three Hours of Sleep.
Link to the story: Tatami
Claim: *N Sync: Chris/Joey
Title: Are you out there?
Author: amy13
Characters: Chris, Joey, Lance, Justin, JC
Prompt: 03. Angst
Rating: PG
Length: Long (2 parts, second part has 3 chapters)
Brief summary: One day, Chris is not there. There’s no way to find him, no one knows where he’s gone, or why is he gone. The story centers about the reactions of the group, and their obvious sense of loss. Still, I choose it for the angst prompt because of the sequel, which explains why this happens and leads to the finding of Chris. Amy knows how to write angst scenes, though, and Are you out there? Is a tear jerker.
The guys decided, with the advice of Chris’s mom, to give him a few days to show up. Joey stayed at Chris’s over the next several days, answering his phones and his pager, hoping that Chris would pull in the driveway at any moment. One of his cars was gone, his Jeep, and they hadn’t found Chris’s car keys, wallet, or his favorite jacket in the house, so they knew he’d taken some of his things with him.
“First thing I’m gonna do,” Justin said, plopping down on the couch next to Joey one afternoon, about three days after they searched Chris’s house, “Is hug him. And then, I’m going to sit on him, and beat the living shit out of him for scaring us like this.”
Joey smiled wanly, the expression never entering his eyes. “I just want him back, Just. Or... Or at least he could call us, you know?”
Link to the story: Are You Out there? and Finding Chris (Because you do need to read the sequel)
Claim: *N Sync: Chris/Joey
Title: Tatami
Author: Sinead smallbeer
Characters: Chris, Joey.
Prompt: 46. Reccer’s Choice
Rating: G.
Length: Short.
Brief summary: When I decided to do this, this was the first fic that came to my mind. During a short visit to Japan, Joey finds himself out of the loop. Everything is too small, everything is too fast, and he only wants to leave. While Chris seems right in his element, and insists on a traditional room for both of them, which includes a tatami. It’s Lost in Translation, years before the movie was even made, and it’s one of those stories in which you just want to reach and hug Joey because, well, he deserves a hug.
"I was trying to ask if they knew where that club is that girl at the hotel told us about," Chris said as he peered up and down the street. "Look, I'll bet that's it!" He raced off, with Joey trailing him. The place Chris had spotted ultimately turned out to be a tranvestite S&M club, but Joey got them out alive, and on the whole it was a pretty good evening. Because Joey was not only good at travel, he loved it. He loved getting off a plane someplace he had never been. He loved the tightrope walk of talking to someone who spoke no English. He liked reading a foreign subway map and sleeping in strange hotel beds, and he liked walking into a strange restaurant and ordering the speciality of the house. When it came to foreign travel he was the man.
Yeah, I'm the man, alright, Joey thought wearily, as he bumped his head--again--on the roof of the van. The insane rush of downtown Tokyo traffic made him want to close his eyes. He had been unfazed by Berlin, Paris, and mid-town Manhattan, but Tokyo was evidently too much city for a boy from Brooklyn. Maybe it was because he was tired, but hell, they were all tired, and anyway, that was nothing new. That was SOP, that was par for the course on tour. Jet lag had never stopped him before. JC had once said that Joey's autobiography should be titled, The Joey Fatone Story: or, How I Toured Europe on Three Hours of Sleep.
Link to the story: Tatami