Disclaimer - I do not own any of the members of 'N Sync (nor would I ever really want to....I mean...except if like we were the only people left on the planet and Mulder was no longer a believer..but that's a different story too demented to write about now...*LOL*) they belong to their respective owners (which I sincerely hope are themselves....who would want to be owned by anyone other than themselves?). I do, however, own all fictional characters such as Mike, Devon, Rachel, Carli, Ashley and Blake. (There are a few scenes involving the Backstreet Boys, yes, I know...I've lowered my standards... *LOL* But my friend wanted in on the stories and she thinks *snicker* B-Rock is awesome...*snicker*) Plagiarism is as always, a no no. Thanks folks.. *s*

"I am not doing that Michaela, so you can just forget it." Chris shook his head firmly as he folded his arms across his chest.

"You can't say no, Chris. You lost the bet, so you have to do what the bet says you have to do." Mike countered with a purely evil grin.

"What'd you bet against now?" JC inquired with a quirked eyebrow as he flipped idly through a magazine.

"The X-Files." Chris groaned in answer.

"What the hell did you do that for? You know Mike has followed that show since the dawn of time." JC laughed shaking his head.

"Temporary insanity. Come on, Mike. You know I wasn't thinking clearly when I made that bet with you." Chris pleaded walking over to where Mike sat on the couch, relaxing after an especially brilliant episode of the X-Files.

"It doesn't matter Chris, you still made the bet. You weren't drunk, you weren't overly tired, so therefore you were in complete control of that minuscule brain of yours enough to know that this bet wasn't a good idea in your court." Mike shook her head, sipping from a bottle of Mountain Dew.

"I'm pleading temporary insanity here! I wasn't thinking clearly, damn it!" Chris complained loudly.

"She's right, Chris. You should have thought about the outcome before you made the bet. You knew she'd win by a landslide." Lance smiled from his side of the room. Everyone was hibernating in a hotel room in New York City. Joe and Justin had gone out with a couple of body guards to grab some McDonalds for something to eat for everyone, while the others put up with Mike and her moaning over X-Files, which was clearly her favorite show.

"Listen you southern albino wannabe, I don't care if you think she's right. I don't even care if you think she's wrong. The point is, I was not thinking clearly when I made this bet!" Chris practically shouted as he jumped up from his spot beside Mike. JC snickered, averting his face from Chris and the others.

"Mike, maybe you should give the kid a break." JC tried to placate his girlfriend.

"No way, Josh. He made the bet and lost fair and square. All of you know that I watch the X-Files religiously, and have for the past five and a half years. It's not my fault that Chris didn't remember that little part of my personality." Mike shrugged as she climbed to her feet. Chris took this opportunity to grab hold of her legs and hang on for dear life.

"Please don't make me take this loss. I was out of my mind with hunger! I wasn't thinking on a full brain. I was running on empty! Mike, please have pity on this poor, abused soul!" Chris cried out causing everyone in the room the burst into laughter.

"Chris, you're never thinking on a full brain." Mike and Lance replied in unison.

"Boy, a body could really feel the love in the room." Chris snorted with a sigh. JC yawned with a smile as he sat up to take in the scene fully. Chris was on the floor on both knees, clinging to Mike's legs, while Lance laughed and Mike threw her hands up in the air trying desperately to keep a straight face.

"I think this tour is finally getting to him. Either that or the stylist pulled the braids to tight this time around." JC commented as the door opened and Justin walked in brandishing huge bags of McDonalds food, Joe following close behind.

"What'd we miss?" Justin inquired glancing quizzically over at Mike and Chris.

"Chris was a dumbass and made a bet with Mike about the X-Files." JC replied with boredom as he opened his bag and grabbed the sandwich he ordered.

"Yet another brilliant thing Chris has done. He never ceases to amaze me." Justin shook his head ruefully as he plopped down on the empty bed.

"Watch it blondie. I still know where the Nair is." Chris snapped irritably.

"Wow, someone seems to be a sore looser." Joe commented as he shoved a french fry into his mouth.

"Oh shut up, Joe. You're just as bad as I am when you loose bets against Mike." Chris pointed out as he snatched his bag off the dresser top. He stalked off to the corner and proceeded to pout while eating the chicken sandwich that he had been craving for the past four hours. Mike burst into giggles as she searched her bag for what she had wanted.

"You got my order wrong." she mumbled glancing over at Justin.

"I did? Well, hell, I'm sorry." Justin sighed tiredly.

"It's okay, J. I can understand, you're really tired and the dye has killed damn near everyone of your brain cells. I'll forgive you just this once." Mike smiled as she climbed onto the bed to sit next to JC.

"You're a bitch, you know that?" JC laughed with a shake of his head.

"That's Miss Bitch to you, pal." she smiled as she munched on a fry.

"So, what's my punishment?" Chris inquired from his corner.

"It won't be a punishment, Chris." Mike laughed as her brain started working over time.

"Speak for yourself." Chris snorted, tossing a glare in her general direction.

"It's going to be something interesting, I know that for sure." she commented thoughtfully with a nod. Someone's cellular phone rang causing everyone to groan.

"I think we should all have different ringing devices, cause this is becoming ridiculous." Justin sighed as he checked his phone.

"I hate it when people call, I never know who's phone it is." Lance grumbled checking his own phone.

"Oops. It's me guys." Mike smiled as she held the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Hi me, what's up?"

"I'm in the elevator and I don't think I can move another muscle. The others are with me too, just like you asked."

"Very cool. I'm there." Mike laughed then hung up her cell phone and smiled at the rest of the patrons in the room. "I'll be back."

"Hey, where you going?" JC pouted folding his arms across his chest.

"No where too far." she smiled placing a quick kiss on his jaw line before walking towards the door.

"You never told me what I have to do, Michaela!" Chris called as she opened the door.

"I told you it would be interesting." Mike called back with a smile.

"What? You want me to dress in drag and do the hula or something?" Chris replied sarcastically.

"Now that you mention it. Yes." Mike laughed as she walked out into the hallway, shutting the door firmly behind her.

"I can't believe I said that. I should've kept my mouth shut." Chris groaned covering his face with his hands.

"You never learn, do you Chris?" Joe commented with a laugh.

"Well, you know what they say. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, and all." Justin grinned with a mouthful of food.

"She wants me to dress in drag and do the hula." Chris groaned again.

"I don't think that's the worst of your problems. I think you should worry about the details like, where she wants you to pull this shindig off." JC laughed, reminding his older friend that the details were still not clarified.

"Oh Lord, I can see it now. She's gonna make me do it during the next concert we give." Chris replied with a sigh.

"Or there's that MTV thing we have to do for Total Request Live." Justin reminded.

"Or the Twix promotional thing that we've promised." Lance smiled.

"Not to mention the Regis and Kathy Lee show that we're doing this week." Joe laughed.

"And the Rosie O'Donnell show next week." JC snicked shaking his head.

"And the Tonight Show! We have that in three days!" Chris cried out flopping on the floor in disgust.

"Just remember, you brought it all on yourself." Lance reminded truthfully.

"And you have to own up to it." Justin sighed contentedly as he leaned back against the headboard.

"I don't want to own up to it!" Chris wailed loudly as the door opened. Mike walked back inside the room with Devon, Ashley, Carli, Rachel and Blake.

"Is he still whining about the bet?" Mike inquired with amazement.

"Yeah. Did you honestly think he would let it go without causing a scene?" Joe laughed as Ashley walked over to him with a smile.

"You're right. Chris does have a flair for theatrics." Mike agreed with a nod as Devon made a bee-line for Chris, who was cowering on the floor.

"What happened?" Devon inquired, lips twitching with amusement.

"He made a bet with Mike about the X-Files and is now complaining because he doesn't want to do what Mike is telling him to do." JC shrugged as he climbed to his feet and tossed the trash into the waste basket.

"Well, you're a fool." Devon giggled as she placed a kiss on her longtime boyfriend's lips.

"Thanks. Remind me to always come to you for encouragement." Chris snorted with a shake of his head.

"Awe, Chris, you know I was only teasing you." Devon scolded, laughter in her voice.

"I know, I know." Chris grumbled as she draped her arms around him. Mike strolled over to the window and gazed out at the busy streets of New York City.

"You guys have that MTV thing tomorrow, don't you?" Mike inquired softly, hiding a yawn behind her hand.

"Yeah, Carson Daily, JC lover extrodinaire." Justin smiled as Carli took a seat next to him on the floor. Mike tossed a smile over her shoulder as she thought for a moment. JC walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her neck from behind.

"What'cha thinking about?" he whispered.

"Where I want Chris to do the hula." Mike giggled softly as she leaned back against his chest.

"Oh Lord, where do you want me to do this God forsaken hula?" Chris demanded glancing over at the couple.

"You remember Timone and Pumba? Well, you must chose a Pumba and sing the song while wearing a grass skirt and a coconut bra during your appearance on MTV tomorrow." Mike smiled, closing her eyes.

"No! You can't make me do that!" Chris yelped jumping to his feet.

"Fair's fair, man. You lost." Lance reminded the older man.

"Yeah, you don't want to be known as a shrecker, do you?" Justin cocked an eyebrow.

"Fine!" Chris exploded. "Joe, you're Pumba then."

"Now hold on a minute. I didn't have anything to do with this bet. I wasn't even here." Joe complained loudly causing Ashley to laugh loudly.

"Doesn't matter. No one can pull off Pumba like you can." Chris smiled devilishly.

"No, I'm Bobby." Joe sighed shaking his head. "Fine, I'll do this. But only this once. Never again, do you hear me?"

"Loud and clear." Chris mumbled as he headed for the door, pulling Devon by her hand. "See you guys later. I'm going on a walk with my lady."

"Have fun, man." Justin called out as Carli settled back into his arms for a night of watching movies on tv.

"I hear you have a special performance planned for everyone watching." Carson Daily laughed into the microphone as Chris groaned.

"Yeah. I lost a bet and this is something I have to do to please the person I lost to." Chris commented as he walked toward the dressing room.

"When we come back, Chris's special performance just for you. Don't go away." Carson smiled into the camera as a hundred or so teenage girls screamed. Minutes later Chris came back out wearing nothing but a grass skirt and a coconut bra.

"Okay, this is the first, last and only time you will ever see me do this, so get your vcrs ready." Chris sighed as he glanced over at Joe, who nodded miserably.

"If you're hungry for a fat and juicy hunk of meat, eat my buddy Pumba here cause he is a treat. Come on down at nine, cause he is a tasty swine, all you have to do is get in line! Are ya achin'?" Chris sang loudly.

"Yup, yup, yup, yup." Joe sighed.

"For some bacon?!"

"Yup, yup, yup, yup."

"He;s a big pig."

"Yup, yup."

"You can be a big pig too! OUIE!" Chris yelled doing a huge pelvic thrust, acting out the Timone part with perfection, causing everyone in the audience to burst into laughter. Carson shook his head with laughter evident in his eyes.

"Thank you Chris, for enlightening us with your artistic interpretation of Disney's Lion King."

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