*Nsync Together Again (M/M, Celeb)

**Disclaimer: This story is mature audiences only. That means you must be of legal age in your jurisdiction to read this story. If you are in the United States that means it is going to be 18, but 21 in certain areas. In addition, I do not know any of the famous people listed in this story. I have not a clue what their sexuality is. No events mentioned in this story are real; they are just the fantasy of the lead character. All comments can be sent to Hotmail**

"Joey, get the door," screamed JC.

"I'm asleep," Joey yelled back.

Knock knock.

"Fine, I'll get the door," JC replied. JC found some pants and stumbled out of one of the guest rooms of Lance's condominium. "Who is it?"

"Federal Express, I have an urgent delivery for James Bass," Justin said lowering his voice so he might surprise JC. JC opened the door and started crying. "I need to be signed for you know," Justin joked as he hugged his friend.

"Oh…" JC started to yell but was cut off.

"Shhh!"

"I want to surprise everyone, and then I'll answer questions." Justin quietly snuck first to the room where Joey was. He was already asleep again so he just got right up to the bed and jumped on him like he use to.

"Justin, stop it," Joey screamed by reflex.

"No," Justin answered and gave him a hug as Joey opened his eyes and he sat there a second before he started to cry. "Shhh, I want to surprise Chris. I will be answering questions in about 15 minutes. But I need the bowl of warm water first." Joey sort of laughed knowing what Justin was going to do.

Justin found a bowl in the kitchen and filled it half way with warm water. Lance was going to kill him for ruining his sheets, but Justin didn't care. He slinked in to Chris's room and placed a hand in the bowl. Chris began to smile as he began flooding the bed with urine.

"You know I would have thought you could go one night without wetting the bed!"

"Justin, I'm going to kill you," Chris yelled before he was awake.

"I thought I was already dead."

"I'll kill you again then, wait…Justin?" Justin grabbed him in a big hug from behind so he didn't get wet.

"Get cleaned up and showered and then I will answer all your questions."

Everyone started getting cleaned up and showered while Justin started a pot of coffee. They all gathered in the living room and stated at Justin attentively waiting for the answers he promised.

"Well first of all, I'm not dead. Second of all, the accident was staged so that Tyler and I could sneak away to Europe. A secret clinic that we had been funding for about six months was doing studies on AIDS. Tyler was a key patient in those studies, and he gave it everything he had…with me by his side the whole time. I only left him once and that was to come here. I wish I could see him right now."

"I'm sorry Justin," JC started. "I know how much you loved him."

"Yes, I will always love him."

"We miss him too; it's too bad what happened."

"I know. I'm glad he will be here next week."

"Next week…you said," JC stuttered.

"I never said that! He is very alive and very well…and is expected to live another 50 years!"

"Huh?"

"We found a valid treatment, it disables the virus."

"OH MY GOD," the four men screamed in unison.

"We have to call Lance," JC started. "He needs to know you're okay."

"No," Justin stated plainly. "He is busy with one of the reps from the clinic. I'll just have to be here when he gets back."

"He's going to be mad at you."

"I know, but we did what we had to do. If Tyler had died, then I wouldn't have been able to live and this way I was already dead."

"Don't say that! You should have let us in on this." Joey barked trying to sound parent like.

"It was out of my hands. Tyler wanted it that way, and I didn't have a way to argue with him. He was the one dying. But please Joey, work on that parent routine before you become a father…it sticks!"

"I'm sorry. I am still a little upset that we were lied to."

"I'm sorry too, but what's done, is done."

"Now, explain this treatment to us!"

"I'll do my best. What we are researching is a series of drugs that force the irradiation of the HIV virus, and then fix the production of classic T-cells to again identify intruders. We also have a special weekly injection regiment that can suppress any outbreak of HIV virus if it were to pop up."

"It sounds almost god-like in theory."

"It was hard to believe at first, but as I watched I realized that things were working. That a combo of #1 and #7 made Tyler feel almost healthy for days, and that #4 was inducing the production of healthy T-cells. I have to say #9 zaps him like there is no tomorrow, I hated watching him have to take that one."

"That had to make you so very happy less #9."

"It did. I am just so happy that Tyler is alive today. I can't wait for you to see him; he looks healthier then he did when we met him."

"We can't wait!"

"It won't be long, I promise."

"Won’t be long for what?" Lance walked in the door as he asked.

"Until Tyler is back home with us again."

"I know, I talked with the representative from the clinic. He wasn't supposed to tell me Justin was here I guess, but he did. Give me a hug you prick!"

"I love you too James!"

"Stop that, you'll make me jealous and I'll go back to Seattle! I can get my old job back you know."

"Tyler?!?"

"I'm sorry I told Justin to lie, but I wanted you to be ready to see me."

"You look good!" The four men proceeded to whistle cat calls loudly.

"Aww thanks," Tyler said as he blushed. "I feel good as well."

"So this is a for sure thing, or can it turn bad again?"

"Nothing is for sure," Tyler and Justin almost said in unison. Laughing, Tyler continued. "We may find out that these treatments are only temporary, but I still believe that it is not in vain. I will live to be very old, no matter if I die trying."

The six men hugged again and spent the rest of the morning discussing the treatments and deciding on how they were going to break the news that the crash was a fraud. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm very sure. I'm so sure that I already have a reporter lined up for the exclusive interview."

"What? When?"

Knock, knock.

"Now."

Tyler went to the door and when he opened it he saw a young man about 20 or 21 years old holding a thin computer case.

"Good afternoon, my name is Adam Norton. I work for the Seattle PI on behalf of the San Diego Sun."

"Good afternoon to you too Adam, please come in. Everyone this is the reporter I called, Adam Norton."

"Hello," the other five guys said almost at once.

"Well to begin, I will give you the reason we called you. As you can see this is the group *Nsync. You can also see that all five members are here, which means the car accident that Justin and I were a part of was staged. I have spent all this time in a secret clinic in Europe developing the first effective treatment for the remission of the HIV virus and AIDS."

"Oh wow, you called me for the biggest story in pop culture. I'm so honored."

"I called you because I liked the story I read of yours a couple months ago and if you remember we had you do a story for my former employer back in March of 2000."

"Thank you and I did think you looked familiar."

After two hours of questions, Adam left with a couple quick photos of the group and the story of the year. "I think he was happy!"

"He was more then happy, Justin. I don't know if anyone could tell, but he was checking Lance out."

Lance blushed. "Why would he be checking…wait, he was gay wasn't he."

"Yep, I've known he was gay since the piece he did for Starbucks three years ago, well I should say about Starbucks. He was not nice to us, but I respect him for that, and the piece I read of his was a freelance piece in a gay magazine."

"Oh my god, you had a gay magazine writer interview me?" Chris asked trying to sound upset.

"Yeah, but he is way too shy to actually do anything but look. Can I say he was checking the second best looking gay guy in the room out?"

"Second?"

"Yeah, I'm the best looking."

"What am I?"

"Justin, you are the best period."

"Thanks, now give me a hug! *Slap* Now we're even."

"Justin, come here quick."

"What is it?"

"I never told you about one of the projects we were doing, but I need to now."

"What is it and why now?"

"It's the drug we are nicknaming agent white-wash. It's all ready to be tested, but I can't test it myself. I know I have done a lot, but this one isn't made for me."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a vaccine, a way to prevent HIV infection. Right now it only works when we synthesis it using a specific set of ribonucleic acids."

"You're saying it has to be made for me. You want me to test it, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm asking you to test it, but at the same time begging you not to. We don't know if we can use the same drugs to pacify it like we did for me. Also, it could make it worse. I had to ask you because you are my lover for life, and because I know you are willing to do anything for us to stay together."

"I'm sure there are thousands of people who believe in this as much as I do."

"Maybe, but I can't ask them...what we would be doing is unethical, immoral, and inhuman. We would risk being shut down, and all of our research would be destroyed. One word to the press or even the guys could mean the end."

"Oh, I understand. I'd do anything for you, and I will do it if you ask me to. I..."

"Justin, look at me. Listen close, I love you. I love that you'd do this if I ask but I won't, I can't. If you do this, it is because you want to, not because I ask you to. I'd wish this disease on no one. We have only been back a month, but we'd be in Europe for another year to two years."

"Tyler, I love you too. I wish I knew what to do, but if I were to choose right now...I would choose not to do it."

"Part of me is crushed that we can't test it, but more of me is happy. I'll call the clinic; they should know we won't be doing it."

*****

"We interrupt this broadcast for a news bulletin. We just got word that Tyler Smith, co-founder of the Life with AIDS clinic, died today. He is survived by 3 adoptive sons. Many of you know that just last week, Tyler's long time lover and partner in the clinic, Justin Timberlake, died of heart related problems caused by an unsuccessful triple heart bypass. When asked about the sudden loss of their fathers, theirs sons expressed their sadness. 'We knew that if we lost one, it wouldn't be long before the other would go. They had an amazing bond that got them through so much. We doubt the world will ever see another pair like them for a long time.' There will be a public memorial next Friday in Seattle at their massive estate. A private service will be held the next day at Terra Hogue where they will be sent off in the traditional releasing of the soul ceremony. Their sons have hired the world renowned Yuna to do the sending. We now return you to 'Making the Band: The Timber-Smith Boys', already in progress."

**This is the end of part three, I welcome any and all comments at the email address listed in the preface. Well this is the end so far. If the reaction is good, I might continue the story, or write a new one. Thanks for reading my story!**