Challenge Story: The Secret of Divinity
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picfor1000Title: The Secret of Divinity
Fandom: Pop Crossover
Pairing: None. The story is Gen and features Nick Carter & Chris Kirkpatrick
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: AU
Author Notes: A Picture is Worth a 1000 Words Challenge.
The retreat was Chris’s idea and Nick and I just tagged along because that’s how things went with us. We never questioned Chris’s ideas nor his intentions even though we both usually had the nagging feeling that neither were good. Of course, when we got off the jet in some nameless island and saw the battered Jeep waiting for us, both Nick and I just looked at each other and got in with a shrug.
“How are things?” Nick asked as the Jeep struggled across the bumpy road and I looked at him with a smile remembering that what I loved most about Chris’s ideas was spending time with Nick.
“Good. You?”
“Not so bad. Still alive.”
I nodded at him and then let out a laugh, realizing the absurdity that was the entire situation. He looked at me amused, but part of him knew exactly why I was laughing and soon he joined me.
“We’re here,” the driver said after some time and he pulled up to a wooden shack, enshrouded with palm trees with big leaves that covered the windows as they swayed in the island wind. I got out first, throwing my backpack over one shoulder and waiting for Nick to join my side before going up the three steps to the door. The Jeep was gone almost immediately and Nick made a joke about a haunted shack which made me laugh.
“And the name of the ghost is Chris,” I said and we laughed a little more before the door opened and Chris stood before us with a remote control in hand and a wicked smile on his face.
“Excellent, my victims are here,” and we followed him into the shack which smelled of pork and incense and trapped moisture.
“Are you sacrificing us to the island gods?” Nick asked as he looked around with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his olive cargo pants and Chris motioned for them to sit on the torn couch with floral print that faced an old black and white TV.
“Even better, I’m going to make you guys the island gods.”
I sat beside Nick on the couch, falling into the soft fabric and looked at Chris wondering why he had never been put on any medication.
“I see,” Nick said playing along. “And how are you going to do that?”
“There will be a ceremony tonight. I’ve invited the entire town.”
“And, how exactly did you go about explaining this to them?” I asked as I leaned forward, elbows on knees and clasping my hands.
“Well they were looking for gods,” Chris explained, “And I volunteered the two of you. It’ll be fun.”
“What kind of benefits are we talking here?” Nick asked in a serious tone, “Medical? Dental? Is there a 401K plan?”
“There’s a catch,” Chris said sitting on a box before them and ignoring Nick’s inquiries, “You have to live here for the rest of your lives.”
“Oh is that all?” I asked with a roll of my eyes knowing that even Chris could not consider that a realistic possibility.
“Yep, that’s it,” he said with a smile and got to his feet going over to them and hugging them both at the same time. “It’s so good to see the both of you. I’m glad you guys came.”
I wasn’t so sure if I should be as glad as him, and once he had finished hugging us he settled in between us on the couch and used the remote to turn on the TV which flickered awake. We sat for a few moments watching the loud, snow of static and then I looked over at Chris, observing how he just looked at the television getting lost in thought.
“This is my favorite part,” Chris said and Nick and I watched, hoping something would happen, but nothing did.
“Oh yeah, that was quite profound,” Nick said and I giggled a little and put my arm around Chris playing with his dark brown hair.
“I just love the way it skips like that,” Chris said.
“Where are we sleeping, Chris?” I decided to ask him.
“Silly, gods don’t sleep. Like duh.”
“But we’re not gods yet,” Nick pointed out.
“Says you,” Chris replied and turned off the TV, standing up and stretching.
“Just the same, if I wasn’t a God, where would I sleep?” I asked him and Chris shook his head and pointed his finger at me with a smirk.
“Nice try,” he stated before pointing to the back door. “Come on, let’s get this ceremony over with.” He led the way and Nick and I looked at each other once before following him out. We crossed a path of palm trees and coconut-littered sand before emerging onto a pristinely white beach with a blue and expansive ocean before it.
Chris stopped a moment to smile back at us then went forward onto a small bridge. We followed him without question until he stepped off the bridge and continued to walk, seemingly on the water.
“Holy shit,” Nick said with eyes wide open and I blinked twice wondering if Chris had figured out the secret of divinity.
Chris turned around and waved at us, “Come on!”
I walked to the edge of the bridge and found myself laugh involuntarily as I pointed out to Nick the small piece of land under the water that extended out from under the bridge. Nick laughed too when he saw it and we both looked out at Chris as he continued to make his way further and further into the ocean, and then I was overcome with a different sensation, a sensation of disappointment.
“You know,” I said to Nick as I stepped onto the land, “For a minute there, I kinda wished that Chris had really figured out how to be a god.”
Nick stepped onto the land and looked at me with eyes of sincerity, “Yeah. Me too.”
Then we followed Chris out to sea.
Fandom: Pop Crossover
Pairing: None. The story is Gen and features Nick Carter & Chris Kirkpatrick
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: AU
Author Notes: A Picture is Worth a 1000 Words Challenge.
The retreat was Chris’s idea and Nick and I just tagged along because that’s how things went with us. We never questioned Chris’s ideas nor his intentions even though we both usually had the nagging feeling that neither were good. Of course, when we got off the jet in some nameless island and saw the battered Jeep waiting for us, both Nick and I just looked at each other and got in with a shrug.
“How are things?” Nick asked as the Jeep struggled across the bumpy road and I looked at him with a smile remembering that what I loved most about Chris’s ideas was spending time with Nick.
“Good. You?”
“Not so bad. Still alive.”
I nodded at him and then let out a laugh, realizing the absurdity that was the entire situation. He looked at me amused, but part of him knew exactly why I was laughing and soon he joined me.
“We’re here,” the driver said after some time and he pulled up to a wooden shack, enshrouded with palm trees with big leaves that covered the windows as they swayed in the island wind. I got out first, throwing my backpack over one shoulder and waiting for Nick to join my side before going up the three steps to the door. The Jeep was gone almost immediately and Nick made a joke about a haunted shack which made me laugh.
“And the name of the ghost is Chris,” I said and we laughed a little more before the door opened and Chris stood before us with a remote control in hand and a wicked smile on his face.
“Excellent, my victims are here,” and we followed him into the shack which smelled of pork and incense and trapped moisture.
“Are you sacrificing us to the island gods?” Nick asked as he looked around with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his olive cargo pants and Chris motioned for them to sit on the torn couch with floral print that faced an old black and white TV.
“Even better, I’m going to make you guys the island gods.”
I sat beside Nick on the couch, falling into the soft fabric and looked at Chris wondering why he had never been put on any medication.
“I see,” Nick said playing along. “And how are you going to do that?”
“There will be a ceremony tonight. I’ve invited the entire town.”
“And, how exactly did you go about explaining this to them?” I asked as I leaned forward, elbows on knees and clasping my hands.
“Well they were looking for gods,” Chris explained, “And I volunteered the two of you. It’ll be fun.”
“What kind of benefits are we talking here?” Nick asked in a serious tone, “Medical? Dental? Is there a 401K plan?”
“There’s a catch,” Chris said sitting on a box before them and ignoring Nick’s inquiries, “You have to live here for the rest of your lives.”
“Oh is that all?” I asked with a roll of my eyes knowing that even Chris could not consider that a realistic possibility.
“Yep, that’s it,” he said with a smile and got to his feet going over to them and hugging them both at the same time. “It’s so good to see the both of you. I’m glad you guys came.”
I wasn’t so sure if I should be as glad as him, and once he had finished hugging us he settled in between us on the couch and used the remote to turn on the TV which flickered awake. We sat for a few moments watching the loud, snow of static and then I looked over at Chris, observing how he just looked at the television getting lost in thought.
“This is my favorite part,” Chris said and Nick and I watched, hoping something would happen, but nothing did.
“Oh yeah, that was quite profound,” Nick said and I giggled a little and put my arm around Chris playing with his dark brown hair.
“I just love the way it skips like that,” Chris said.
“Where are we sleeping, Chris?” I decided to ask him.
“Silly, gods don’t sleep. Like duh.”
“But we’re not gods yet,” Nick pointed out.
“Says you,” Chris replied and turned off the TV, standing up and stretching.
“Just the same, if I wasn’t a God, where would I sleep?” I asked him and Chris shook his head and pointed his finger at me with a smirk.
“Nice try,” he stated before pointing to the back door. “Come on, let’s get this ceremony over with.” He led the way and Nick and I looked at each other once before following him out. We crossed a path of palm trees and coconut-littered sand before emerging onto a pristinely white beach with a blue and expansive ocean before it.
Chris stopped a moment to smile back at us then went forward onto a small bridge. We followed him without question until he stepped off the bridge and continued to walk, seemingly on the water.
“Holy shit,” Nick said with eyes wide open and I blinked twice wondering if Chris had figured out the secret of divinity.
Chris turned around and waved at us, “Come on!”
I walked to the edge of the bridge and found myself laugh involuntarily as I pointed out to Nick the small piece of land under the water that extended out from under the bridge. Nick laughed too when he saw it and we both looked out at Chris as he continued to make his way further and further into the ocean, and then I was overcome with a different sensation, a sensation of disappointment.
“You know,” I said to Nick as I stepped onto the land, “For a minute there, I kinda wished that Chris had really figured out how to be a god.”
Nick stepped onto the land and looked at me with eyes of sincerity, “Yeah. Me too.”
Then we followed Chris out to sea.
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