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emmuzkaA poor nameles fic for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
powrhugs The Joe Firstman Lyric Impromptu Challenge.
Unbetaed. Writing time: 90 minutes.
NOW YOU'RE GORGEOUS, NOW YOU'RE GONE-- i gladly would save you but i can't behave. now you're priceless and i'm so very poor.
Chris knows he has lost a man he loves. Two solo records under his belt, and his people were crafting a deal with Wangelis' people about guest vocals of two new Wangelis songs, the other being a single. All down the drain. A month from now and Justin will burn him on a stake for something he didn't even do.
---
First, he calls Lance. He has to know what is going on, he was the one that sent him the script in the first place. Lance lets the phone ring fucking ass long before picking up. He doesn't wait for hello.
"I'm fucked, am I?"
At first Lance just breathes. "Pretty much."
"Anything I can do? To stop it? Like, what the hell is he trying to do?"
"It's impossible to stop now, it goes to the print next week. Even if you'd buy the whole publishing company, if the book would never hit the shelves, the script has already leaked. How did you think I got it?"
"I know, I know. You have connections. You *know* people. "
"Damn right I do. And now I owe some freaking huge favors to people I don't like to be in debt to. "
Chris runs his fingers down his greasy hair. What wouldn't he give from a old fashioned extension cord to play with. "I know I don't sound like it right now, but I'm grateful for this, you know?"
"I know."
After that, he doesn't have much to say to Lance.
---
Joey picks the call up from Briahna.
"You going to sue him?"
"I don't know. I guess I have to. But shit, I can't comprehend, I still can't even see how he could do this."
"For fame? Revenge? Little green men told him to do it?"
Chris snorts.
"I'm so sorry man. And what it's worth, you know we are all behind you one hundred and ten percent."
Chris knows. It's not like Justin hadn't already alienated himself from them even before, but it's still nice to be assured. The others wouldn't abandon him, even with the threat of being judged guilty by association.
---
"So, repressed memories are the new in thing in Hollywood?"
"It seems so." Trust JC to state the obvious. "Do you think he made it all up by himself or did Sigmund Fraud pitch in?"
"Does it matter? They say that people take suggestions while under, that the hypnotized try to make it good so much that they make things up."
"Ever done it?"
"Um, no. No way. Loosing control, you know. Don't like it."
"C'mon, man. What about the mind altering thing. Weren't you experimenting with that shit?"
"Not anymore. Remember when I was supposed to present in this years Oscars?"
"Yeah, you had a migraine."
"I had a flashback. A bad one."
"Oh." That, Chris hadn't known.
"Anyway, Lance said that you got a copy. Is there anything about me? He send me one too, but honestly. I don't want to read it."
"Don't sweat it, man. There is nothing bad about you, or any of you, besides me, of course. Funny thing he didn't make it an orgy while he was it."
"There has to be a reason."
Chris keeps silent.
"You didn't ever-?"
"No!"
"But if he, I don't know, got it all wrong, somehow."
"No. there was nothing, exactly nothing for him to get messed up."
"He loved you, you know."
"Well, not any more he doesn't."
"I mean *loved * you loved you. I think he still does."
"What?" Chris has problems on wrapping this around his brains. "And you mean, at that time? He was fifteen! His mom was there!"
"Yeah. You didn't know?"
"No. I didn't. I don't see *children* as sexual beings, you know?"
"What if he, you know, made up some kind of fantasy and now just told that when hypnotized?"
"Oh." Chris hates it when JC is the smart one.
---
Three solo records and a lot of movies later, his publisher had still pushed him for the book of witch he had made a deal of, five years previous. Honestly he didn't remember much, so he thought the hypnosis sessions seemed like a good idea at the time.
He sees the familiar name in the call display and pics up right away.
"Hello?" He has been waiting this call.
"Why?" Chris doesn't eloborate. He doesn't have to.
"You know why."
"No, I don't. And you better tell me or you will never hear of me, or any of us, again."
"Chris." He cradles the phone. "I went to this hypnotherapist. And in there, I remembered some things."
"Like what? I never touched you!"
"I know. But I remember some things now. I remember that I saw you."
"What? So?"
"With Lynn. With mom."
"Shit."
"My mom!"
"So that's what this is? A revenge?"
"... Yes."
"Damnit, Justin. It was only because I needed the money."
"Wh-. What? Needed the money? Chris? Chris!"
Justin screams at Chris' name but the connection is already lost. That day Justin knows he has lost the two people he loves.
powrhugs The Joe Firstman Lyric Impromptu Challenge.Unbetaed. Writing time: 90 minutes.
NOW YOU'RE GORGEOUS, NOW YOU'RE GONE-- i gladly would save you but i can't behave. now you're priceless and i'm so very poor.
Chris knows he has lost a man he loves. Two solo records under his belt, and his people were crafting a deal with Wangelis' people about guest vocals of two new Wangelis songs, the other being a single. All down the drain. A month from now and Justin will burn him on a stake for something he didn't even do.
---
First, he calls Lance. He has to know what is going on, he was the one that sent him the script in the first place. Lance lets the phone ring fucking ass long before picking up. He doesn't wait for hello.
"I'm fucked, am I?"
At first Lance just breathes. "Pretty much."
"Anything I can do? To stop it? Like, what the hell is he trying to do?"
"It's impossible to stop now, it goes to the print next week. Even if you'd buy the whole publishing company, if the book would never hit the shelves, the script has already leaked. How did you think I got it?"
"I know, I know. You have connections. You *know* people. "
"Damn right I do. And now I owe some freaking huge favors to people I don't like to be in debt to. "
Chris runs his fingers down his greasy hair. What wouldn't he give from a old fashioned extension cord to play with. "I know I don't sound like it right now, but I'm grateful for this, you know?"
"I know."
After that, he doesn't have much to say to Lance.
---
Joey picks the call up from Briahna.
"You going to sue him?"
"I don't know. I guess I have to. But shit, I can't comprehend, I still can't even see how he could do this."
"For fame? Revenge? Little green men told him to do it?"
Chris snorts.
"I'm so sorry man. And what it's worth, you know we are all behind you one hundred and ten percent."
Chris knows. It's not like Justin hadn't already alienated himself from them even before, but it's still nice to be assured. The others wouldn't abandon him, even with the threat of being judged guilty by association.
---
"So, repressed memories are the new in thing in Hollywood?"
"It seems so." Trust JC to state the obvious. "Do you think he made it all up by himself or did Sigmund Fraud pitch in?"
"Does it matter? They say that people take suggestions while under, that the hypnotized try to make it good so much that they make things up."
"Ever done it?"
"Um, no. No way. Loosing control, you know. Don't like it."
"C'mon, man. What about the mind altering thing. Weren't you experimenting with that shit?"
"Not anymore. Remember when I was supposed to present in this years Oscars?"
"Yeah, you had a migraine."
"I had a flashback. A bad one."
"Oh." That, Chris hadn't known.
"Anyway, Lance said that you got a copy. Is there anything about me? He send me one too, but honestly. I don't want to read it."
"Don't sweat it, man. There is nothing bad about you, or any of you, besides me, of course. Funny thing he didn't make it an orgy while he was it."
"There has to be a reason."
Chris keeps silent.
"You didn't ever-?"
"No!"
"But if he, I don't know, got it all wrong, somehow."
"No. there was nothing, exactly nothing for him to get messed up."
"He loved you, you know."
"Well, not any more he doesn't."
"I mean *loved * you loved you. I think he still does."
"What?" Chris has problems on wrapping this around his brains. "And you mean, at that time? He was fifteen! His mom was there!"
"Yeah. You didn't know?"
"No. I didn't. I don't see *children* as sexual beings, you know?"
"What if he, you know, made up some kind of fantasy and now just told that when hypnotized?"
"Oh." Chris hates it when JC is the smart one.
---
Three solo records and a lot of movies later, his publisher had still pushed him for the book of witch he had made a deal of, five years previous. Honestly he didn't remember much, so he thought the hypnosis sessions seemed like a good idea at the time.
He sees the familiar name in the call display and pics up right away.
"Hello?" He has been waiting this call.
"Why?" Chris doesn't eloborate. He doesn't have to.
"You know why."
"No, I don't. And you better tell me or you will never hear of me, or any of us, again."
"Chris." He cradles the phone. "I went to this hypnotherapist. And in there, I remembered some things."
"Like what? I never touched you!"
"I know. But I remember some things now. I remember that I saw you."
"What? So?"
"With Lynn. With mom."
"Shit."
"My mom!"
"So that's what this is? A revenge?"
"... Yes."
"Damnit, Justin. It was only because I needed the money."
"Wh-. What? Needed the money? Chris? Chris!"
Justin screams at Chris' name but the connection is already lost. That day Justin knows he has lost the two people he loves.
