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Buoyancy by Merry (PG13-ish?)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merryish
Author Website: any road
Why this must be read: This was one of my favourite stories in the latest SeSa despite my issues with Lance never getting to go to space. (Yeah, I too wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up.) It's at once funny, touching, and tinged with sadness. The interaction between Lance and the rest of the guys is fantastic and speaks of immense fondness and years of familiarity, and a lot of the dialogue manages to be hilariously funny without in any way detracting from the hurt and sadness. This is a small gem of a story!
Excerpt: Lance nodded at Justin, at the Justin on the phone. Justin was a good guy, steady. Wise beyond his years. "Exactly."
"Because you're gonna be fine. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's a routine mission, they've done it hundreds of times. Okay, maybe not hundreds, but some. Before. They've done it before."
Justin was talking very fast. Lance frowned a little. "Justin?"
"And you're going through all this intensive training, so you'll know how to take care of yourself out there. Up there. You'll do great and come back safe and it'll all be normal, except you'll be more famous than me, and I'll hate you. But you'll be fine."
Lance leaned against the wall, stunned. "Justin, fuck."
There was a long quiet on the line. Then, very very softly, Justin said, "It's just that you'll be out there all by yourself."
He wouldn't be, there'd be two cosmonauts, and then lots of people on the space station itself. But he knew that wasn't what Justin meant. "Is everybody else freaking out like this?"
"No. Pretty much just me and JC. Well, and we got a copy of Armageddon last week and Joey kind of started crying at the end and I think that's when JC stopped sleeping. And Chris put his fist through a mirror. But it was just that once, and he was pretty drunk, and he didn't even need any stitches. Really, we're all good."
"Why didn't anybody tell me this was going on? Geez. You guys should have told me."
"Cause what we really want you to do is skip out on the most important opportunity of your life to babysit a boyband, Bass."
"Four-fifths of a boyband," Lance said sharply.
"We want this for you, man. We're just a little nervous."
"You guys," Lance said, and stopped. Because he didn't know what to say, it was all so huge. He wished it didn't make him feel so good, that they were all so scared, but it kind of did. It welled up in his chest like a balloon, so big and light it hurt. "You're all. I seriously love you guys."
Buoyancy or here
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:
merryishAuthor Website: any road
Why this must be read: This was one of my favourite stories in the latest SeSa despite my issues with Lance never getting to go to space. (Yeah, I too wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up.) It's at once funny, touching, and tinged with sadness. The interaction between Lance and the rest of the guys is fantastic and speaks of immense fondness and years of familiarity, and a lot of the dialogue manages to be hilariously funny without in any way detracting from the hurt and sadness. This is a small gem of a story!
Excerpt: Lance nodded at Justin, at the Justin on the phone. Justin was a good guy, steady. Wise beyond his years. "Exactly."
"Because you're gonna be fine. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's a routine mission, they've done it hundreds of times. Okay, maybe not hundreds, but some. Before. They've done it before."
Justin was talking very fast. Lance frowned a little. "Justin?"
"And you're going through all this intensive training, so you'll know how to take care of yourself out there. Up there. You'll do great and come back safe and it'll all be normal, except you'll be more famous than me, and I'll hate you. But you'll be fine."
Lance leaned against the wall, stunned. "Justin, fuck."
There was a long quiet on the line. Then, very very softly, Justin said, "It's just that you'll be out there all by yourself."
He wouldn't be, there'd be two cosmonauts, and then lots of people on the space station itself. But he knew that wasn't what Justin meant. "Is everybody else freaking out like this?"
"No. Pretty much just me and JC. Well, and we got a copy of Armageddon last week and Joey kind of started crying at the end and I think that's when JC stopped sleeping. And Chris put his fist through a mirror. But it was just that once, and he was pretty drunk, and he didn't even need any stitches. Really, we're all good."
"Why didn't anybody tell me this was going on? Geez. You guys should have told me."
"Cause what we really want you to do is skip out on the most important opportunity of your life to babysit a boyband, Bass."
"Four-fifths of a boyband," Lance said sharply.
"We want this for you, man. We're just a little nervous."
"You guys," Lance said, and stopped. Because he didn't know what to say, it was all so huge. He wished it didn't make him feel so good, that they were all so scared, but it kind of did. It welled up in his chest like a balloon, so big and light it hurt. "You're all. I seriously love you guys."
Buoyancy or here
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