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In fact he was so sure of this fact that he had tombstones and burial plots all ready in his mind.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Boyband on Tour – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Every Good Plan… Has Ring Catalogs
Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Boyband on Tour
He was going to have to kill them all. JC knew this now.
In fact he was so sure of this fact that he had tombstones and burial plots all ready in his mind.
He’d slept on and off for about three days and now that he was awake, well there was no way to hide the fact that he was being held prisoner and was to have no contact with the outside world.
He wondered if anyone had called Britney or his parents for ransom yet.
He really needed to talk to Britney. Because he was in way over his head with all this and Britney had some first hand knowledge of how to deal with Justin’s moments of insanity. But it seemed he was not being afforded the luxury of that… Britney’s name was never mentioned and if it was it was attached to a sneer or a scowl.
Depending on the context of which she had been addressed.
He was almost glad that Joey was no where to be found. The bus was full enough with just the five of them.
JC, Chris, Lance, Trace, Justin and Justin’s ill-conceived plans.
Everyone was getting along. Which in itself was strange enough and made him wonder when everyone had started doing heavy drugs or had been replaced by pod people.
Lance and Trace at least should have been bitterly sniping at one another. That was the norm… but it wasn’t happening.
It was a sure sign of the upcoming end of the world JC was sure.
He’d never understood the thin line of ill-concealed hatred that each felt for the other. If they weren’t so straight he’d think that they liked each other.
He’d come stumbling into the small area that split time being a living room and kitchen numerous times to find them both bent over Lance’s laptop. He’d had to cross himself because obviously something evil was under foot.
Despite feeling like it was one of the signs of the apocalypse he couldn’t help but watch curiously. It was like a car accident… you couldn’t help but try to see what had happened.
They’d just generally ignored him. And Justin as well… murmuring softly amongst themselves. Talking about payouts and rollovers and generally acting really strangely considering that in the entire time that JC had known them he’d never heard them have a civil conversation that consisted of more than pass the damn salt.
Besides that though everyone was acting as normal as they could considering that they had to say no to everything he asked. He’d considered asking one of them to help him cut his hair just to hear yes come from their lips… and that was in no way meant to be as test to make sure that those words could still be uttered.
But he hadn’t, because he really liked his hair the way it was. So did Justin, and actually so did Britney.
Justin was probably the one thing that was freaking JC out the most, and he was the main reason that JC wanted to talk to Britney. He didn’t know the normal protocol for kidnappings (having never actually been kidnapped before he was working with limited knowledge gained solely from the TV) but to his mind Justin was overly affectionate and attentive for a kidnapper.
There should have been threats of no food and chains, gags.
Instead he’d curl up next to JC on the couch, went out of his way to make sure that he was fed and warm. Even going so far as to steal a sandwich that Chris had made to feed him because he was ‘too damn skinny, we let you go outside you’re going to blow away’ and sending bodyguards to Wal-Mart for an extra blanket because he’d shivered once.
JC figured it was only a matter of time before Justin lured him into his bed at night.
Not that JC was planning on putting up much of a fight, Justin had the sole bed that could be called a bed and the bunks were damn uncomfortable.
He’d let himself fall asleep on the couch just because it was ten times softer than the bunk mattresses.
If they’d stayed in a hotel since this had begun it had been while he was asleep because since he’d been awake they’d been confined to the bus. Which kind of sucked because as much as he loved the guys, in a hotel, he could have at least escaped from the suffocating ‘friendship’ of the others.
He really needed to talk to Britney.
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“I want a phone,” it was stated abruptly, firmly and in a way that both Lance and Chris would know that JC was deadly serious.
“Look, C…” Chris started, Lance having rolled his eyes and turned back to his laptop.
“Phone,” JC held out his hand, foot tapping on the floor. He waited as Chris and Lance exchanged a look, watched as Lance sighed.
“Give it to him,” he said, Chris scowled.
“Justin will kill us.”
“Justin’s not here, he won’t know unless someone tells him. You planning on telling him JC?”
“You give me a phone I not only won’t tell Justin that you gave it to me, I also won’t turn you into the cops when you do finally let me go.”
“That’s a good reason,” Chris sighed, dug his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to JC, who in turn grinned and walked back into the back of the bus. That had been much easier than he’d thought.
Maybe the others were getting just as tired of saying no as he was of hearing it.
“Justin is so going to kill us,” he could hear him muttering as he punched in Britney’s number, bouncing on his toes as it rang.
“’lo?” Britney’s voice was a welcome distraction from the quiet argument going on in the other room. Maybe if Lance and Chris argued long enough they wouldn’t try to eavesdrop on his conversation with Britney.
“Brit?”
“JC,” her voice was relieved and JC smiled. “Where the hell are you? I went by the house and not only were you gone everyone else was gone to. For a minute I thought I was in a horror movie and thought Justin’d gone insane and killed you all. I kept expecting to find little bits of you showing up in a box on my doorstep.”
“Well you’re not far off,” he muttered.
“What? Where are you?”
“Well…” JC dragged a hand through his hair as he thought. “Where’s Justin supposed to be performing on Saturday?”
Britney was silent on the other end for about 30 seconds before JC could make out her laughing.
“It’s not funny.”
“You’re with Justin? That was quick.”
“And Lance and Chris… Joey’s not here. And what do you mean… ‘That was quick’?”
“Well come on, this is Justin… the guy that after the whole Wade thing shaved his head, wrote ‘Cry Me A River’ and then filmed a video with a girl that he assured me in no way, shape or form was meant to resemble me. You were expecting something I don’t know… sane?”
“Justin was in a lot of pain when he wrote that song.”
“You’re making excuses for him. Don’t do that, you’ll live longer,” Britney advised. “So they’re attempting another intervention…”
“Does it qualify as an intervention if they recycle the same speeches and force me to watch gay porn every waking minute?”
“Gay porn huh? No bondage yet? I think I’m slightly disappointed.”
“You’re supposed to be wholesome and pure… get your damn mind out of the gutter… and I think the gay porn is to remind me of what I’d be giving up if I married you. Or possibly to show Justin what he’d be giving up if he announced that he was gay… I’m not quite sure.”
“You told them already?”
“No… I was looking at the rings and they just sort of made the intuitive leap to marriage.”
“That’s a damn big leap.”
“So it might have been the ring catalog from this months Bride Magazine.”
“You’re a bad boy,” he could hear Britney smirking. “So you want me to come break you out like a good, pretend fiancé? I can you know… for a hundred bucks and the chance to humiliate Justin Nick Carter would do just about anything.”
“I think you’d need more than just you and Nick Carter.”
“I could promise to be seen in public with Jared, he’d help.”
“I think I can muddle along on my own… but thanks for the offer,” JC flopped back on the bed. He might have to get Justin to switch with him, it was much more comfortable then the bunks. Or maybe Justin wouldn’t mind sharing.
“Not a problem… maybe I’ll look into some spy gadgets just for the hell of it, I saw this really cool watch, walkie-talkie thing on the Internet that was only like two hundred bucks…”
“Happy shopping… but if they keep me for more than a few weeks go out to lunch with Jared… just in case we need to use him later.”
“Maybe I should go commiserate with Cameron, you know since our boyfriends disappeared at the same time,” Britney said slyly. Closing his eyes JC could almost envision the mischievous look on her face.
“You just want to pump her for information to see if you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. Justin and Cameron are not together. I can feel it in my bones.”
“And your bones are never wrong?”
“They’re wrong about a lot, but not about this.”
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Britney stared at the phone in her hand, brow wrinkled as she tried to determine exactly why she wasn’t worried that all their plans were getting ready to fall apart in a grand, huge way.
JC couldn’t lie to save his life and now he was being forced to live in close quarters with Justin. Not to mention Chris and Lance and most likely (since it was Justin after all) Trace.
“So how’s Jace?” the voice was quiet behind her and she turned slowly.
“He’s understandably a little upset.”
“Well being kidnapped will have that affect on people… plus having to spend so much time in an enclosed space with Justin and his ego...”
“Don’t make me regret telling you,” Britney warned.
She watched him roll his eyes and chuckle.
“You need help with this.”
“We were doing just fine,” she grumbles defensively. And they had been, granted the progress they’d been making was slow… like snail slow, they’d still been making progress.
The fact that Justin had absconded with JC in the middle of the night just proved her point.
“You were doing great,” he assured her with a grin. “You both were, but you know that Justin has about all this figured out, he knows that whatever’s going on JC was a willing participant.”
“He doesn’t know that…”
“Trust me, he knows… he may not know that he knows, but he definitely knows.”
“So what? Eventually he’s going to figure it out anyway…”
“Yeah but you have to make him work for this… you guys are making it to damn easy. He wants JC and JC’s just rolling over and saying take me,” he spread his arms, his grin widening.
“He is not, JC’s been so good. Justin hasn’t even managed to get any further than a kiss.”
“True, he’s managed to hold Justin off a lot longer than I thought he would. But you’ve got to make him work for it. Don’t make it to easy for him. Timberlake’s got to many things that already come easy to him.”
“You know,” Britney cocked her head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually liked Justin.”
He smiled enigmatically at her. “Don’t push your luck.”
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In fact he was so sure of this fact that he had tombstones and burial plots all ready in his mind.
TITLE: Every Good Plan… Has A Boyband on Tour – JC/Britney, JC/Justin
SERIES: Every Good Plan
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing at all, least of all those contained within.
This is a series, you should really read these first …
Every Good Plan… Has A Beginning
Every Good Plan… Has Its Opposition
Every Good Plan… Has A First Date
Every Good Plan… Has An Intervention Staged By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Double Date with Ex’s
Every Good Plan… Has More Plans
Every Good Plan… Has Ring Catalogs
Every Good Plan… Has A Felony Committed By A Boyband
Every Good Plan… Has A Boyband on Tour
He was going to have to kill them all. JC knew this now.
In fact he was so sure of this fact that he had tombstones and burial plots all ready in his mind.
He’d slept on and off for about three days and now that he was awake, well there was no way to hide the fact that he was being held prisoner and was to have no contact with the outside world.
He wondered if anyone had called Britney or his parents for ransom yet.
He really needed to talk to Britney. Because he was in way over his head with all this and Britney had some first hand knowledge of how to deal with Justin’s moments of insanity. But it seemed he was not being afforded the luxury of that… Britney’s name was never mentioned and if it was it was attached to a sneer or a scowl.
Depending on the context of which she had been addressed.
He was almost glad that Joey was no where to be found. The bus was full enough with just the five of them.
JC, Chris, Lance, Trace, Justin and Justin’s ill-conceived plans.
Everyone was getting along. Which in itself was strange enough and made him wonder when everyone had started doing heavy drugs or had been replaced by pod people.
Lance and Trace at least should have been bitterly sniping at one another. That was the norm… but it wasn’t happening.
It was a sure sign of the upcoming end of the world JC was sure.
He’d never understood the thin line of ill-concealed hatred that each felt for the other. If they weren’t so straight he’d think that they liked each other.
He’d come stumbling into the small area that split time being a living room and kitchen numerous times to find them both bent over Lance’s laptop. He’d had to cross himself because obviously something evil was under foot.
Despite feeling like it was one of the signs of the apocalypse he couldn’t help but watch curiously. It was like a car accident… you couldn’t help but try to see what had happened.
They’d just generally ignored him. And Justin as well… murmuring softly amongst themselves. Talking about payouts and rollovers and generally acting really strangely considering that in the entire time that JC had known them he’d never heard them have a civil conversation that consisted of more than pass the damn salt.
Besides that though everyone was acting as normal as they could considering that they had to say no to everything he asked. He’d considered asking one of them to help him cut his hair just to hear yes come from their lips… and that was in no way meant to be as test to make sure that those words could still be uttered.
But he hadn’t, because he really liked his hair the way it was. So did Justin, and actually so did Britney.
Justin was probably the one thing that was freaking JC out the most, and he was the main reason that JC wanted to talk to Britney. He didn’t know the normal protocol for kidnappings (having never actually been kidnapped before he was working with limited knowledge gained solely from the TV) but to his mind Justin was overly affectionate and attentive for a kidnapper.
There should have been threats of no food and chains, gags.
Instead he’d curl up next to JC on the couch, went out of his way to make sure that he was fed and warm. Even going so far as to steal a sandwich that Chris had made to feed him because he was ‘too damn skinny, we let you go outside you’re going to blow away’ and sending bodyguards to Wal-Mart for an extra blanket because he’d shivered once.
JC figured it was only a matter of time before Justin lured him into his bed at night.
Not that JC was planning on putting up much of a fight, Justin had the sole bed that could be called a bed and the bunks were damn uncomfortable.
He’d let himself fall asleep on the couch just because it was ten times softer than the bunk mattresses.
If they’d stayed in a hotel since this had begun it had been while he was asleep because since he’d been awake they’d been confined to the bus. Which kind of sucked because as much as he loved the guys, in a hotel, he could have at least escaped from the suffocating ‘friendship’ of the others.
He really needed to talk to Britney.
“I want a phone,” it was stated abruptly, firmly and in a way that both Lance and Chris would know that JC was deadly serious.
“Look, C…” Chris started, Lance having rolled his eyes and turned back to his laptop.
“Phone,” JC held out his hand, foot tapping on the floor. He waited as Chris and Lance exchanged a look, watched as Lance sighed.
“Give it to him,” he said, Chris scowled.
“Justin will kill us.”
“Justin’s not here, he won’t know unless someone tells him. You planning on telling him JC?”
“You give me a phone I not only won’t tell Justin that you gave it to me, I also won’t turn you into the cops when you do finally let me go.”
“That’s a good reason,” Chris sighed, dug his phone out of his pocket and tossed it to JC, who in turn grinned and walked back into the back of the bus. That had been much easier than he’d thought.
Maybe the others were getting just as tired of saying no as he was of hearing it.
“Justin is so going to kill us,” he could hear him muttering as he punched in Britney’s number, bouncing on his toes as it rang.
“’lo?” Britney’s voice was a welcome distraction from the quiet argument going on in the other room. Maybe if Lance and Chris argued long enough they wouldn’t try to eavesdrop on his conversation with Britney.
“Brit?”
“JC,” her voice was relieved and JC smiled. “Where the hell are you? I went by the house and not only were you gone everyone else was gone to. For a minute I thought I was in a horror movie and thought Justin’d gone insane and killed you all. I kept expecting to find little bits of you showing up in a box on my doorstep.”
“Well you’re not far off,” he muttered.
“What? Where are you?”
“Well…” JC dragged a hand through his hair as he thought. “Where’s Justin supposed to be performing on Saturday?”
Britney was silent on the other end for about 30 seconds before JC could make out her laughing.
“It’s not funny.”
“You’re with Justin? That was quick.”
“And Lance and Chris… Joey’s not here. And what do you mean… ‘That was quick’?”
“Well come on, this is Justin… the guy that after the whole Wade thing shaved his head, wrote ‘Cry Me A River’ and then filmed a video with a girl that he assured me in no way, shape or form was meant to resemble me. You were expecting something I don’t know… sane?”
“Justin was in a lot of pain when he wrote that song.”
“You’re making excuses for him. Don’t do that, you’ll live longer,” Britney advised. “So they’re attempting another intervention…”
“Does it qualify as an intervention if they recycle the same speeches and force me to watch gay porn every waking minute?”
“Gay porn huh? No bondage yet? I think I’m slightly disappointed.”
“You’re supposed to be wholesome and pure… get your damn mind out of the gutter… and I think the gay porn is to remind me of what I’d be giving up if I married you. Or possibly to show Justin what he’d be giving up if he announced that he was gay… I’m not quite sure.”
“You told them already?”
“No… I was looking at the rings and they just sort of made the intuitive leap to marriage.”
“That’s a damn big leap.”
“So it might have been the ring catalog from this months Bride Magazine.”
“You’re a bad boy,” he could hear Britney smirking. “So you want me to come break you out like a good, pretend fiancé? I can you know… for a hundred bucks and the chance to humiliate Justin Nick Carter would do just about anything.”
“I think you’d need more than just you and Nick Carter.”
“I could promise to be seen in public with Jared, he’d help.”
“I think I can muddle along on my own… but thanks for the offer,” JC flopped back on the bed. He might have to get Justin to switch with him, it was much more comfortable then the bunks. Or maybe Justin wouldn’t mind sharing.
“Not a problem… maybe I’ll look into some spy gadgets just for the hell of it, I saw this really cool watch, walkie-talkie thing on the Internet that was only like two hundred bucks…”
“Happy shopping… but if they keep me for more than a few weeks go out to lunch with Jared… just in case we need to use him later.”
“Maybe I should go commiserate with Cameron, you know since our boyfriends disappeared at the same time,” Britney said slyly. Closing his eyes JC could almost envision the mischievous look on her face.
“You just want to pump her for information to see if you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. Justin and Cameron are not together. I can feel it in my bones.”
“And your bones are never wrong?”
“They’re wrong about a lot, but not about this.”
Britney stared at the phone in her hand, brow wrinkled as she tried to determine exactly why she wasn’t worried that all their plans were getting ready to fall apart in a grand, huge way.
JC couldn’t lie to save his life and now he was being forced to live in close quarters with Justin. Not to mention Chris and Lance and most likely (since it was Justin after all) Trace.
“So how’s Jace?” the voice was quiet behind her and she turned slowly.
“He’s understandably a little upset.”
“Well being kidnapped will have that affect on people… plus having to spend so much time in an enclosed space with Justin and his ego...”
“Don’t make me regret telling you,” Britney warned.
She watched him roll his eyes and chuckle.
“You need help with this.”
“We were doing just fine,” she grumbles defensively. And they had been, granted the progress they’d been making was slow… like snail slow, they’d still been making progress.
The fact that Justin had absconded with JC in the middle of the night just proved her point.
“You were doing great,” he assured her with a grin. “You both were, but you know that Justin has about all this figured out, he knows that whatever’s going on JC was a willing participant.”
“He doesn’t know that…”
“Trust me, he knows… he may not know that he knows, but he definitely knows.”
“So what? Eventually he’s going to figure it out anyway…”
“Yeah but you have to make him work for this… you guys are making it to damn easy. He wants JC and JC’s just rolling over and saying take me,” he spread his arms, his grin widening.
“He is not, JC’s been so good. Justin hasn’t even managed to get any further than a kiss.”
“True, he’s managed to hold Justin off a lot longer than I thought he would. But you’ve got to make him work for it. Don’t make it to easy for him. Timberlake’s got to many things that already come easy to him.”
“You know,” Britney cocked her head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually liked Justin.”
He smiled enigmatically at her. “Don’t push your luck.”
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Date: 2003-09-19 06:42 am (UTC)Oh, and I'm probably the only one rooting for JC to realize he actually *is* Bi and actually *get* married to Britney.
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Date: 2003-09-19 08:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-19 08:05 am (UTC)sorry to all the JuC lovers. just. no
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Date: 2003-09-19 08:34 am (UTC)Umm... mystery guy? Will be revealed later.
And the other, I go back and forth myself on a daily basis. I don't normally like Britney, yet I'm writing her in such a manner that I actually like her.
Two for the price of one
Date: 2003-09-19 07:25 am (UTC)I hope JC and Britney still get to spend time together (friends) when Justin gets his thing on.
I like solicitous-kidnapper!Justin a lot (better than kisses-like-ownership!Justin). Yay!
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Date: 2003-09-19 08:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-19 09:08 am (UTC)Then the mystery guy is either Wade or Nick.
Lance and Trace at least should have been bitterly sniping at one another. That was the norm… but it wasn’t happening.
It was a sure sign of the upcoming end of the world JC was sure
LMFAO! It took me five minutes just to stop laughing after reading this.
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Date: 2003-09-19 01:40 pm (UTC)And I´m a big JuC-lover, but I definately agree, JC should not make it too easy for Justin. And I too am getting a little tired of the stories where JC is always automatically GAY, and Justin is bi, and JC has to be jealous of his girlfriends. Nobody seems to remember Bobbee in these stories, I´d want JC to be bi too, and give JUSTIN some reasons to be jealous too!
ANd in this one, maybe JC could actually find some bi-ness in him, and start looking at Britney with "that eyey", at least a little bit. It would be so nice to read a little hanky panky between JC and Britney...Maybe Britney could find herself falling a little bit for JC as well. I sure would if I were her, lol.
Of course, in the end, there should always be a happy ending for JC and justin! :)
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Date: 2003-09-20 08:08 am (UTC)Join the club... I find myself going back and forth and back and forth.
The the mystery guy is either Wade or Nick
You'll find out soon.
I was unsure of Trace's involvement in the story. But its a hiatus story and Justin and Trace go everywhere together so...
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Date: 2003-09-19 10:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-20 08:09 am (UTC)Expect JC to voice his displeasure at having Justin running his life in the next story. He's been a little off, poor baby. Being drugged and dragged off in the middle of the night will do that to you I guess. :)