| E-Mail Lance gets them |
| Author: Minnie Rating: PG Fandom: *NSYNC Category: Lance/? Disclaimer: Not true. All a product of my imagination. I don't know them or what e-mails they get. It's fiction, people, fiction. Notes: Please do not archive elsewhere without permission. Foof happens when you read too many e-mails. This one's for the puppy authors. Archive Date: 7/16/2002 It's late but you log on anyway. You automatically check your inbox, wanting to deal with the e-mails sooner rather than later. "Free Porn now!" the first one reads. You raise your eyebrows and wonder when porn was imprisoned. You decide to get another e-mail address because someone's found yours and you hate spam. You pull out your daily planner and pencil in 'find e-mail provider with better spam filters' somewhere between your schedule of tests and interviews. "The lawyers reviewed Meredith's dissolution contract and gave it final approval. I'll send it via courier to you tomorrow. Make sure it's notarized." That one's from Johnny. It stings a little but you figure business is business. Nothing personal, just business. "Lance in Spaaaaace --" in bold letters and you know it's another space joke from one of your "friends". They think you love collecting them so they send you one -- or a dozen -- everyday. You save them under the Plans folder. That folder's getting full and you create subfolders in it. Payback and World Domination have the most content. "Career tips at Jobs.net! Make $100,000 working at home!" You don't need career tips, you've done well already. More than well. Mind-blowingly well. Besides, you are home. Your home moves around a lot but it has everything you need. Everyone you need, especially him. "Stop reading your e-mails and come to bed, you freak!" reads the last one. You have another folder for that type of e-mail, one titled Freak. The folder is ten e-mails thin, mostly one-liners, but you never tire of re-reading them because they make your lips twitch. There are some days when you need to smile, really smile. Days when you think your face will crack under the pressure of glaring lights and space tests. You log out and switch off your computer. When you crawl into bed, you hear a muffled, "Got mail?" "Real subtle, Chris." He gives you a sleepy smile and you think that's better than any e-mail. -End- HOME MISCELLANEOUS FAN FICTION FAN FICTION |