I've just submitted my Secret Santa fic, which certainly surprises me, if no one else. It also happens to be my first Nsync fic, in fact, it's my first fanfic ever. So to commemorate that first with another first by actually posting in my lj, here's a snippet that didn't make the finished story but that I just couldn't throw away. Guaranteed spoiler-free.***'I. Am. Magnifogorsk!''Magnifo-what?' Lance looked up from his laptop, eyebrows knit, to where Justin had bounded into the lounge room, holding a DVD aloft as if it was his first solo Grammy.'Dude, magnifogorsk! I'm starting a whole new slang thang here. JC says it's a town in Russia, and that he found it on a shower curtain, but you know, whatever, it's all magni-fo-gorrrrrsk!' Justin rolled the r triumphantly.'JC's learning Russian from a shower curtain? Why I am I not surprised?''Hey!' JC lodged a token protest.'Woohoo! He shoots, he scores - Lance, get your ass on over here, the Infant's got the new Attack of the Clones dvd!' Chris grabbed the case, and then tried to high-five Justin.'Fucker, that was my forehead! And I told you my contacts were good – Lance might the Man, but I told you, I am magn-''-ifogorsk,' chorused Chris, JC and Lance. 'And if you don't ease up on it,' Chris continued, 'I will personally be booking your sorry ass in as cargo for Lance to jettison when he does eventually get up there, right, Lance?''Fine by me.' He thumped down on the couch, as JC whipped his feet out from under him just in time. He snapped his fingers. 'Star Wars. Entertain me now, minions.''Just why did I let you in the door again?' Justin's voice drifted back from the kitchen.'You mean apart from the fact that's it's his house?' Chris muttered.'You gotta learn to suck up to the host, man, or he'll just boot you out, and - oh, shit, sorry, sorry!' Justin materialised in front of Lance just in time to see Lance's face tighten, his smile suddenly fixed. 'Here, have a beer, beer makes everything better. See? Come on, Lance, smile, please, for me?' He batted his eyelashes, and smiled winningly at Lance.'Justin, you moron. Stop traumatising the boy.' Chris swore under his breath as he fiddled with the DVD. 'For that, first you will watch the little known cult-classic of intergalactic porn _The Phantom Penis_, which chronicles in deeply disturbing biological detail the tragic yet incredibly, um, active, love affair of a Wookie and his Gungan.'Justin, a look of horrified fascination crawling across his face, was for once speechless.'No, there are things we all must face, young Skywalker. You two,' Chris waved a casual hand to where JC had pulled Lance back to lean against him, a protective arm round his shoulders, 'shut your eyes or something. I'll hit you with a pillow when we ready.''Whatever, man. ' Lance rolled his eyes. 'Jup, he's teasing you.' He pulled away a little and turned to look at JC. 'You're learning Russian? From a shower curtain?'JC beamed at him, wide and sunny. 'Well, it's more like geography, cause it's a map of the world, so you can study while you shower. But it meant that every time I had a shower, I knew exactly where you were. I missed you, you know.'Lance smiled, and concentrated very hard on not relaxing against JC, pressed warm and close up against his side.