As with any fan fiction, a few things must be mentioned.

Most of my stuff is pretty safe, but R is a general rating for most of these stories. If you're under 18, I'm not responsible for warping your minds.

Unlike Dragnet, nothing you see here is true. Names were not changed to protect the innocent, because none of it happened anyway and it would be a waste of time, except to provide hours of amusement for myself and a certain friend who have WAY too much fun coming up with alter ego type names together. This is a fan FICTION site. Everything here is exactly that. I wrote it, unless otherwise noted, so PLEASE PLEASE do not plagiarize what I have here. I work very hard to write this stuff, and it is blatant disrespect for you to take credit for my work.

I have never met the Backstreet Boys. I saw them in concert once. (Okay, 6 times. Seven if you're counting Johnny No-Name. Damn Black and Blue Tour. I've been corrupted, and as a result I am very, VERY poor.) That's it. I see them as five phenomenally talented people with five very different, very colorful personalities. There music captures me, inspires me, amazes me, and has all of my friends convinced I am going to one day suffer from heart failure because every time I hear them perform or listen to a new song they continually have to remind me to breathe.

I love to write. These five people have provided me with the challenge of molding and shaping people I have never met and really know very little about into characters that I can bring to life and tell a story with. I have loved every minute of it, and I hope you will enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Hell, if you enjoy reading them HALF as much as I enjoy writing them then score a few hundred points for me.

Thank you to all the people who support me. I was so afraid when I began writing Where Can We Go From Here that I would be laughed out of my dorm. I wasn't. God is number 1 and I'm not afraid to say it. Sarah, you are the best roommate a person could ask for. Anyone who can put up with me deserves more credit than words can express. I don't know how much duck tape you've gone through to strap me to my chair and make me write, but keep it up. It gets results. Erin, you probably understand my passion better than most people, and you have been so wonderful. When we write The Truth Is Out There, the result will be out of this world. I just know it. Danielle, I never would have kept this up if you hadn't been there to encourage me. You are one hell of a writer and without your guidance The Legend would probably suck. I would go on, but it would wind being a book on its own, and I know you are waiting for more Muta love. ;o) Bianca, I cannot believe another freak likes me really exists. TOO COOL. You put a grin on my face bigger than the Grand Canyon, and I just love ya. Your enthusiasm is what makes writing so much fun. To everyone on the Flavors list, y'all rock my world. If not for that list, half of my stuff never would have made it to actual storyhood (if that's not a word I just made it one). And last but soooooooo not least, Sue, you are the best friend I could POSSIBLY ever hope to find, and the insanity that is us cannot be found anywhere else. The day you said you liked what I wrote was what made me decide for sure that I am on the right career track. Red and Sweetie forever... and uh oh, A.J. found hats.

Enjoy the stories!!

Whitney