A/N – This idea came to me as I was watching the movie the Wedding Date starring two very talented actors from Smash: Debra Messing and Jack Davenport, so I decided to write a fanfiction based on it
Disclaimer: I do not own Smash or The Wedding Date
Karen Cartwright had never been someone who refused to help her friends so when her best friend from when she'd worked on Broadway, Ivy Lynn, called and said she was getting married to Karen's friend Jimmy Collins and she wanted Karen to be her maid of honour, Karen had politely accepted. It wasn't until Karen discovered that the best man would be her ex-fiance, Dev Sundaram, the 27-year-old began to worry. Dev had unceremoniously dumped the beautiful brunette actress the day before their wedding two years previously and Karen still hadn't moved on.
So here she was in the first class section of the plane headed to New York waiting for the man she'd hired to pose as her date for the three day theatrical saga that would be Ivy's wedding. She was clutching onto the arm rests of her chair, her knuckles almost as white as snow"First time flying?" came a male questioning tone from the seat behind her.
Karen turned around and began to ramble "No, I'm just nervous because I'm the maid of honour at my best friend's wedding and the best man is my ex-fiance who dumped me the day before our wedding and I haven't properly spoken to the bride in years and..." realisation suddenly dawned on her and she blushed a bright red "and you were just being nice and polite. Let's start this again, I'm Karen," she recovered giving the man her trademark kind smile.
"Dennis," he replied with a slightly judgemental smile.
Karen stood up and briskly walked towards the flight attendant's cart where she quickly mixed herself a drink. Upon receiving a questioning look from the flight attendant she began to explain "I'm not an alcoholic and I'm used to flying, I do it all the time but I just really need a drink. My best friend is getting married and I'm the maid of honour and the best man is my ex, so I hired someone to be my date to make him jealous, you know, so I just really need whoever sits down in 3B to be at least cute,"
She received a nod of understanding before hearing "Well hello 3B," from the now clearly gay flight attendant who proceeded to push her forward and into the first class cabin.
Karen slowly walked towards the man with ash blonde hair and a fairly muscular form who'd just sat down in 3B "Derek Wills?" she asked nervously.
"You must be Karen," he said in a deep British accent.
