Well, if we are going to make a new thread, the fics here should be finished up first. I think we should all start writing down the pages/posts on which the chapters are. Of our own fics, I guess. Because Si is right. We really should try to update the list for future readers.

Sorry. I lied. My friend is taking forever to get here, so I had time to finish this chapter.

 

Chapter 5

 

Controversy

 

Guy was standing outside the security gate at the airport waiting for the plane to arrive. After a few minutes, the

security guard opened the door to the jetway. Guy kept turning his head back and forth. His eyes were scanning

the crowd of passengers coming up the ramp. Finally, he saw him. Fab spotted him right away. He walked up to Guy

and they just stood there looking at each other for a second.

"Give me a hug, man." Fab finally said, reaching his arms out to Guy.

Guy practically fell into his arms. He closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of his hair and the smell of his cologne.

"I'm so glad that you are here," he whispered into his ear.

"Everything will be alright," Fab whispered back, "You'll see."

Then they stood back from one another. If anyone had been watching them, they would have just seemed like long-lost friends meeting again.

"Come on," Guy said, "I've got my car."

 

"You really shouldn't drive so fast," Fab told him, as Guy was speeding down the highway.

"Telling me how to behave now, are you?" Guy asked. He took his hand off the gear shift and reached over to take Fab's.

He brought it up to his mouth and kissed it.

"Will you keep your eyes on the road?" Fab said.

"My eyes are on the road," Guy said, "As for the rest of me.........I'm just basking in the glow of your presence."

Fab laughed.

"How long have you been rehearsing that cheesy line?" He asked.

"It's not cheesy," Guy said, "I got it from a movie."

"Oh well, then I feel so special," he said laughing, and then a car almost careened into their path.

"Shit!! Will you watch it! That car almost hit us."

"That wasn't even close," Guy said, "You have to learn that people over here don't drive like little old ladies like they do in America."

"Well, I guess I will have to put that on my list of things to remember when I make the big move."

Guy slammed on the brakes of the car. The tires squealed and they came to a violent halt, right in the middle of the highway.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Ah, Guy..." Fab said, turning around to look at the long line of cars that was starting to form behind them.

"What did you say?" Guy asked again, "About moving here."

"Those drivers are starting to get pissed. Road rage is developing." Fab told him.

"Yeah, well luckily not everyone has a gun in their car like in America. They can just wait."

Fab looked at him.

"I'm thinking of moving here," he said.

"Don't tease me like that," Guy said, looking at him with widened eyes, "I can't take it right now if you aren't serious."

"I am very serious," he said, "I couldn't stand not being here when you were upset. So I am thinking of having London as my base.

I mean, music is so advanced now that two people don't even have to be in the same room to record a duet together.

I could probably live on the moon and still record with the guys."

"I love you," Guy said, surprising himself considerably.

"Well, then it seems I did make the right choice, huh? Because I have known I loved you for a long time."

"Let's go home," Guy said, shifting the car into gear.

 

 

 

 

 

O! WHOA WHOA WHOA! :dizzy2: I thought u were done with Fab/ Guy love.............but i guess not :sneaky:

 

 

AHHHHH :dead:!

 

And by the way.....:P :

 

:dead: = very much good since it means it was good like u killed us! Since u asked b4 if that dead smiley was good or bad :P

Thank you so....

 

 

 

EVERYONE WHO HAS GOT A FANFIC WHICH HASN'T BEEN ARCHIVED, PLEASE PM ME OR COBALT THE PAGE NUMBER THAT THE FANFIC IS ON SO WE CAN START THE ARCHIVE UP AGAIN AND TO CREATE A NEW THREAD!

 

Thanks :)

 

p.s This could mean a big search through this thread, so I'm sorry about this, but I have to do it too :P :P

i'm looking for mine now, i'll PM you when i'm done. ;)

Thank you so....

 

 

 

EVERYONE WHO HAS GOT A FANFIC WHICH HASN'T BEEN ARCHIVED, PLEASE PM ME OR COBALT THE PAGE NUMBER THAT THE FANFIC IS ON SO WE CAN START THE ARCHIVE UP AGAIN AND TO CREATE A NEW THREAD!

 

Thanks :)

 

p.s This could mean a big search through this thread, so I'm sorry about this, but I have to do it too :P :P

 

Can I wait until I'm done with the fanfic to PM you? I think it might be easier that way.

And the search isn't so bad, as long as you use the 'Search the Thread' feature. I didn't always know about it. :uhoh2:

^Haha! Neither did I, And that is absolutely fine :D :D, So would that mean delaying the creation of a new thread or should we just make the new thread?

:thinking: i'm still confused about all this. :freak:

@ Si...delay the creation until all the fics here are done. Otherwise there will be chapters in two threads! :dizzy: But we must start organizing fics now.

 

@Laura...We are doing a massive sweep of the fanfiction thread and finding the Post #/Page # of our stories. Then we give them to Emma or Si so they can update the fanfic list. And then we make a new thread to make things easier, because this one is so long.

Well there is an archive for FanFics (the link is in the first post) BUT because of the mass of fanfics posted and Emma (Cobalt, the updater of the archive) being busy, it's been very hard getting it sorted. We want an archive so future coldplayers can come and read and it is just easier :) And because this thread is so big we should create another one to help with the archive also, but we want to sort out the FanFics here also :)

Can I wait until I'm done with the fanfic to PM you? I think it might be easier that way.

And the search isn't so bad, as long as you use the 'Search the Thread' feature. I didn't always know about it. :uhoh2:

 

yeah thats right Kyra hurry up and finish your story!:whip:

 

:wideeyed: for the purpose of archiving of course :P:P

@ Si...delay the creation until all the fics here are done. Otherwise there will be chapters in two threads! :dizzy: But we must start organizing fics now.

 

 

Okay but there are so many fics I need to finish! :lol:

 

And don't you think maybe we should tell writers to delay writing until the new thread is made? I mean new FanFics, or write them and post them when the new thread is made.

Yes, probably. Oh this is gonna be hard.

 

Okay, I'll post one chapter of Side Effects now (writing down the # of course :P) and then Mama will come later tonight.

 

Side Effects

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Slowly, I got dressed. I had an old family friend in London who happened to be a doctor, and I trusted her enough to ask her advice. I could tell I was in some sort of shock, but I couldn’t break out of it. My movements were carefully controlled and mechanical; I had stopped trembling. There was a bit of pain as I pulled on my boxers, but I ignored it. However, I did choose my looser pair of jeans to spare myself more discomfort. Then I went around the room and cleaned it. I made the bed and set the bathroom in order, throwing most of my things into my suitcase. Then I moved up to my laptop, but I couldn’t make myself touch it. So I gave up, slid my key card in my pocket, and left the room.

 

Chris met me at the stairs, and I jerked back in fright as he appeared. “Whoa…shit! Did I scare you?” he laughed. I shook my head and apologized. He frowned. “What are you sorry for? Sheesh, Guy. Take it easy.” he patted me on the back before hopping up the stairs, and I unconsciously touched my shoulder. His touch felt as if it had been burned onto my skin. I began to tremble again as I continued on my way.

 

“Guy!” called Jonny from across the hall. I had made it downstairs, which was surprising considering how lightheaded I felt.

 

“Hey, Jon.” I murmured, giving him a completely false smile. “I’m just running out to get some cigarettes.”

 

“I thought you got some a few days ago.”

 

“No…” I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets. Jonny stared at me, frowning.

 

“Well, um…alright. I’ll probably be gone by the time you get back, so I’ll see you this weekend.”

 

“Sure.” I smiled again and made my way out the door.

 

By the time I reached the doctor, the stupor I was in began to wear off. I was sweating, shaking, and wishing desperately I didn’t have to go into her office. I felt sick to my stomach, and I could barely think through my intense shame. A male rape victim. God, that’s all I was now.

 

Sometime later, I was pacing her exam room. She was sitting on the chair, her hand over her mouth. “You need to go to the ER. They’re the only ones who can get this sort of thing done quickly.” She took a pencil and paper and began to scribble something down. I watched her carefully. “You’ll need to get tested for any sexually transmitted diseases, and you might need stitches…” she trailed off as I sank onto the exam table, my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, Guy.” she whispered. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.” I shrugged and looked down at my knees. I would go to the ER…if she recommended it.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

I wished I had a knife. Or a gun. Or anything I could use to kill myself. I’d never been so ashamed and terrified as I’d been in that emergency room. The way people looked at me; the way they treated me. They acted like they cared, but I wasn’t completely sure they really did. I didn’t trust them at all, and yet I had no reason not to. I flinched if they touched me; I could see Eddie’s face in every one of them.

 

That wasn’t even the worst part. During the exam, I found myself begging god for a friend’s presence. Chris, Will, Jonny, Ben, anyone. I wanted someone to talk to. I needed someone to be there with me, but at the same time, I couldn’t stand the thought of telling them what had happened. I knew I couldn’t tell my parents, or my brother, definitely not Joanna. If I told Chris, how would he react? I don’t think he could handle it. If I told Will, he would probably just get angry. It was the way he coped. What about Jonny? I didn’t have time to think about how he would react; I was suddenly distracted by a sharp pain shooting through my lower body. I whimpered and bit down hard on my teeth.

 

Eventually, though, they let me out of the god-forsaken place and told me to come back the next day. Since I’d gotten a taxi down to the hospital, naturally I tried to get one back. But the people at reception weren’t there, even after ten minutes of me pacing the floor in front of the desk like a caged animal. Finally, I groaned and leaned my head against a window. Letting my breath fog it up, I looked sideways at my hand; pale and shaking. I hated myself at that moment.

 

Instead of calling someone for a ride, I walked down a few blocks to try and find a cab. It was freezing cold out, and my entire body hurt with each step, but I swallowed and tried to shut myself off to it. It didn’t work so well, but it gave me something to think about besides the fact that I’d been raped. But then that thought came back after a few minutes.

 

I began to realize at that point it wasn’t going to go away.

 

 

 

:)

 

Okay guys, it is almost midnight in Britain and I really should get some sleep! Have a good day everyone :) And I'll talk tommorow :)

 

Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

:stunned:

 

 

:bigcry:

I'm not sure if that's good or bad. :uhoh2:

 

Again, Guy, I'm sorry. Even though I'm sure you're not reading this. If you are, don't. :P

it's good. :P

Yes, probably. Oh this is gonna be hard.

 

Okay, I'll post one chapter of Side Effects now (writing down the # of course :P) and then Mama will come later tonight.

 

Side Effects

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Slowly, I got dressed. I had an old family friend in London who happened to be a doctor, and I trusted her enough to ask her advice. I could tell I was in some sort of shock, but I couldn’t break out of it. My movements were carefully controlled and mechanical; I had stopped trembling. There was a bit of pain as I pulled on my boxers, but I ignored it. However, I did choose my looser pair of jeans to spare myself more discomfort. Then I went around the room and cleaned it. I made the bed and set the bathroom in order, throwing most of my things into my suitcase. Then I moved up to my laptop, but I couldn’t make myself touch it. So I gave up, slid my key card in my pocket, and left the room.

 

Chris met me at the stairs, and I jerked back in fright as he appeared. “Whoa…shit! Did I scare you?” he laughed. I shook my head and apologized. He frowned. “What are you sorry for? Sheesh, Guy. Take it easy.” he patted me on the back before hopping up the stairs, and I unconsciously touched my shoulder. His touch felt as if it had been burned onto my skin. I began to tremble again as I continued on my way.

 

“Guy!” called Jonny from across the hall. I had made it downstairs, which was surprising considering how lightheaded I felt.

 

“Hey, Jon.” I murmured, giving him a completely false smile. “I’m just running out to get some cigarettes.”

 

“I thought you got some a few days ago.”

 

“No…” I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets. Jonny stared at me, frowning.

 

“Well, um…alright. I’ll probably be gone by the time you get back, so I’ll see you this weekend.”

 

“Sure.” I smiled again and made my way out the door.

 

By the time I reached the doctor, the stupor I was in began to wear off. I was sweating, shaking, and wishing desperately I didn’t have to go into her office. I felt sick to my stomach, and I could barely think through my intense shame. A male rape victim. God, that’s all I was now.

 

Sometime later, I was pacing her exam room. She was sitting on the chair, her hand over her mouth. “You need to go to the ER. They’re the only ones who can get this sort of thing done quickly.” She took a pencil and paper and began to scribble something down. I watched her carefully. “You’ll need to get tested for any sexually transmitted diseases, and you might need stitches…” she trailed off as I sank onto the exam table, my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, Guy.” she whispered. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.” I shrugged and looked down at my knees. I would go to the ER…if she recommended it.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

I wished I had a knife. Or a gun. Or anything I could use to kill myself. I’d never been so ashamed and terrified as I’d been in that emergency room. The way people looked at me; the way they treated me. They acted like they cared, but I wasn’t completely sure they really did. I didn’t trust them at all, and yet I had no reason not to. I flinched if they touched me; I could see Eddie’s face in every one of them.

 

That wasn’t even the worst part. During the exam, I found myself begging god for a friend’s presence. Chris, Will, Jonny, Ben, anyone. I wanted someone to talk to. I needed someone to be there with me, but at the same time, I couldn’t stand the thought of telling them what had happened. I knew I couldn’t tell my parents, or my brother, definitely not Joanna. If I told Chris, how would he react? I don’t think he could handle it. If I told Will, he would probably just get angry. It was the way he coped. What about Jonny? I didn’t have time to think about how he would react; I was suddenly distracted by a sharp pain shooting through my lower body. I whimpered and bit down hard on my teeth.

 

Eventually, though, they let me out of the god-forsaken place and told me to come back the next day. Since I’d gotten a taxi down to the hospital, naturally I tried to get one back. But the people at reception weren’t there, even after ten minutes of me pacing the floor in front of the desk like a caged animal. Finally, I groaned and leaned my head against a window. Letting my breath fog it up, I looked sideways at my hand; pale and shaking. I hated myself at that moment.

 

Instead of calling someone for a ride, I walked down a few blocks to try and find a cab. It was freezing cold out, and my entire body hurt with each step, but I swallowed and tried to shut myself off to it. It didn’t work so well, but it gave me something to think about besides the fact that I’d been raped. But then that thought came back after a few minutes.

 

I began to realize at that point it wasn’t going to go away.

 

 

 

:stunned: this is great kyra!! :D!

Yes, probably. Oh this is gonna be hard.

 

Okay, I'll post one chapter of Side Effects now (writing down the # of course :P) and then Mama will come later tonight.

 

Side Effects

Chapter 2

 

 

 

 

Slowly, I got dressed. I had an old family friend in London who happened to be a doctor, and I trusted her enough to ask her advice. I could tell I was in some sort of shock, but I couldn’t break out of it. My movements were carefully controlled and mechanical; I had stopped trembling. There was a bit of pain as I pulled on my boxers, but I ignored it. However, I did choose my looser pair of jeans to spare myself more discomfort. Then I went around the room and cleaned it. I made the bed and set the bathroom in order, throwing most of my things into my suitcase. Then I moved up to my laptop, but I couldn’t make myself touch it. So I gave up, slid my key card in my pocket, and left the room.

 

Chris met me at the stairs, and I jerked back in fright as he appeared. “Whoa…shit! Did I scare you?” he laughed. I shook my head and apologized. He frowned. “What are you sorry for? Sheesh, Guy. Take it easy.” he patted me on the back before hopping up the stairs, and I unconsciously touched my shoulder. His touch felt as if it had been burned onto my skin. I began to tremble again as I continued on my way.

 

“Guy!” called Jonny from across the hall. I had made it downstairs, which was surprising considering how lightheaded I felt.

 

“Hey, Jon.” I murmured, giving him a completely false smile. “I’m just running out to get some cigarettes.”

 

“I thought you got some a few days ago.”

 

“No…” I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets. Jonny stared at me, frowning.

 

“Well, um…alright. I’ll probably be gone by the time you get back, so I’ll see you this weekend.”

 

“Sure.” I smiled again and made my way out the door.

 

By the time I reached the doctor, the stupor I was in began to wear off. I was sweating, shaking, and wishing desperately I didn’t have to go into her office. I felt sick to my stomach, and I could barely think through my intense shame. A male rape victim. God, that’s all I was now.

 

Sometime later, I was pacing her exam room. She was sitting on the chair, her hand over her mouth. “You need to go to the ER. They’re the only ones who can get this sort of thing done quickly.” She took a pencil and paper and began to scribble something down. I watched her carefully. “You’ll need to get tested for any sexually transmitted diseases, and you might need stitches…” she trailed off as I sank onto the exam table, my head in my hands. “I’m sorry, Guy.” she whispered. “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling.” I shrugged and looked down at my knees. I would go to the ER…if she recommended it.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 

I wished I had a knife. Or a gun. Or anything I could use to kill myself. I’d never been so ashamed and terrified as I’d been in that emergency room. The way people looked at me; the way they treated me. They acted like they cared, but I wasn’t completely sure they really did. I didn’t trust them at all, and yet I had no reason not to. I flinched if they touched me; I could see Eddie’s face in every one of them.

 

That wasn’t even the worst part. During the exam, I found myself begging god for a friend’s presence. Chris, Will, Jonny, Ben, anyone. I wanted someone to talk to. I needed someone to be there with me, but at the same time, I couldn’t stand the thought of telling them what had happened. I knew I couldn’t tell my parents, or my brother, definitely not Joanna. If I told Chris, how would he react? I don’t think he could handle it. If I told Will, he would probably just get angry. It was the way he coped. What about Jonny? I didn’t have time to think about how he would react; I was suddenly distracted by a sharp pain shooting through my lower body. I whimpered and bit down hard on my teeth.

 

Eventually, though, they let me out of the god-forsaken place and told me to come back the next day. Since I’d gotten a taxi down to the hospital, naturally I tried to get one back. But the people at reception weren’t there, even after ten minutes of me pacing the floor in front of the desk like a caged animal. Finally, I groaned and leaned my head against a window. Letting my breath fog it up, I looked sideways at my hand; pale and shaking. I hated myself at that moment.

 

Instead of calling someone for a ride, I walked down a few blocks to try and find a cab. It was freezing cold out, and my entire body hurt with each step, but I swallowed and tried to shut myself off to it. It didn’t work so well, but it gave me something to think about besides the fact that I’d been raped. But then that thought came back after a few minutes.

 

I began to realize at that point it wasn’t going to go away.

 

 

 

No this is def. good Kyra! :)

 

Keep it up!

And its pretty original :P I dont think there has been a fanfic written about rape yet :P

Kyra, Kyra, Kyra!

 

Thank you so much for this wonderful fanfic, seriously. And this chapter was just heartbreaking and emotional and.... perfect. I can't wait to see what comes next for Guy! Please post as soon as you can :)

^ Jonny comes next. :dance:

^^ wait what? :confused: Jonny gets raped next?! :stunned:

:lol: i laughed when i read your comment liz :D let's hope jonny's not the next victim :uhoh2:

^^ wait what? :confused: Jonny gets raped next?! :stunned:

 

i think she meant she's posting another chapter of Mama. :P

Liz, just...no. :P (But in the way I said "Jonny comes next", I guess it could sound like that's what I meant. But it's not.)

 

Laura, he's not the next victim.

 

Brooke, you're wrong too.

 

I actually meant Jonny will be a major player in the next chapter.

But now that you reminded me, I will post the next part of Mama.

:dance: