AN: Once I saw something like this happening in national television...
and everything is Jogan so...
(btw, characters aren't mine. They belong to wonderful CP Coulter).
"Julian, can you hear me?"
There was nothing but that voice. That voice was filling Julian's brain turning into something he could read, he could hear, he could taste, he could touch. The voice soothed him. He could listen to it forever. It gave him peace. He'd do whatever the voice would tell him to do.
He was at its disposal.
"Yes."
The man seated next to him smirked while looking at a red-haired woman at Julian's other side. She smiled and turned to look at the crowd, placing a finger on her lips asking them to be quiet.
They obliged intrigued by the man's next move and the young actor's response.
"How do you feel?"
It took the brunet a while to answer. "Stupid."
The audience held in their laughs trying not to wake up the guy lying on the white chaise lounge. With a steady tone, the man proceeded, "do you know where you are?"
"Warner Studios. LA." Another smugly smile played on the lips of the man while the red-haired exaggerated her astonishment. However, she couldn't help to be a bit curious about where this was going.
The guy leaned closer to the actor, cleared his throat and spoke:
"Now listen. You're going back in time." His voice was deep and Julian felt again every word occupying every corner of his mind. "You are in a safe place now. This place, this memory, is the one that always makes you feel better, full of hope. This is where you go when you need true happiness". The set was in utter silence after the man's words. He waited, staring at Julian intently, until he saw a slight twitch on his lips –undetectable for the untrained eye –and he knew he was ready.
"Are you there?"
A couple of seconds passed until Julian's body suddenly reacted and stiffened. His arms were glued to his torso, his jaw clenched, a deep frown in his former peaceful expression and his hands clutching the fabric of his dress pants. Julian just nodded, he couldn't talk.
"Doesn't look safe to me…" said the woman to the audience who giggled nervously for a couple of second but then remained in silence, curious for what was going on in the head of one of Hollywood's most reserved teen stars.
The man was concerned about Julian's unexpected reaction. He pulled his chair closer to him and frowned. "Julian, are you sure this is a safe place?" The actor's chest rose and took a while to get down again.
And when he exhaled, his teeth weren't clenching anymore, his shoulders relaxed. "Yes."
"Where are you?"
He let off his grip on his pants and his breathing found a rhythm. "Dalton," he said and a corner of his lips quirked up for an instant.
Suddenly, his fingers started moving one by one, slowly at first and then gaining order in their movements.
"What are you doing now?" The man pointed at Julian's long fingers moving gracefully for the audience (and the cameras) to notice.
"I'm seated in front of a keyboard." His left hand joined the right one. His fingertips were barely burying into the cushion, moving smoothly when necessary. Julian's smile was weak but, in his trance, it had the power to lighten up his face.
"You're playing?"
"I'm learning," he corrected immediately. When he answered the actor bit his lower lip to suppress his well-known Cheshire smile but failed miserably.
"Who's teaching you?"
-.-
"Hey!" Body leaning forward, mouth partly opened, elbows pressed against his knees, eyes as big as plates and hands gripping tightly the edge of the couch he was seated in, Logan Wright turned away from the TV when the screen went black and glared at the guy besides him. "I was watching that!"
Derek laughed nervously and threw away the remote to the other side of the room. "Come on, Logan, since when do we watch Julian's interviews?" The brunet's eyes were flicking everywhere but near his best friend's glare. He was shaking his leg anxiously and clearing his throat every now and then to break the deadly quietness in the room.
Logan arched an eyebrow at Derek's bizarre behavior; he huffed and stood up to turn the TV on manually. Julian's face took over the whole screen, looking as peaceful as Logan had left him.
With a stride, Derek appeared next to the blond. They struggle for a while, Julian's voice in the background, until Logan pushed Derek to a side, frowning. "D, what's the big deal?"
They both shared a look, panting. What was the big deal? Okay, could he explain this without bringing up more questions?
No…
The awkward silence was broken by Julian humming a melody.
Logan forgot Derek's existence and watched intently at the screen as soon as he recognized the song.
"Come on, Lo," at this point, there was no point to do anything but plead, "turn it off."
Logan raised a hand to shush him and turned up the volume. "Wait, he's-"
"Come on…"
-.-
"Maybe we should stop this now and…-" her voice was hesitant and she had stopped looking at the seventeen year-old beside her to focus on a man and a woman off camera making her signs. She looked petrified when her producer and Julian Larson's agent started to move frantically their hands. The tiny device she had in her ear was telling her to stop him, to end the segment, to go to commercials, to do something, anything, but she froze.
Julian's fingers kept moving. Through his smile he was still humming the melody. The man next to him looked up quickly at the red haired when she spoke but turned his attention towards Julian. One more question, he thought. "Who's this Logan guy?"
-.-
Logan grabbed tightly the corner of the TV while the camera focused once again in Julian. Derek stood there, shaking his head and looking up to the ceiling, almost like praying.
Julian barely parted his lips, he couldn't stop smiling. The voice wasn't there anymore, filling every inch of his mind. It was Logan. Logan's eyes, Logan's hands, Logan's thigh slightly pressed against his, Logan humming the same melody, Logan taking Julian's hand into his to guide him, Logan's smile while looking at him. Logan. Logan. Logan…
His lips moved but his mic went off and the shot spread into the whole set. The talk show's theme song started playing very loudly which surprised the audience, the hostess, and the man by Julian's side.
Julian did answer but no one listened.
-.-
"What –What did he say?" Logan hit the top of the TV like trying to fix it. "Wh- What did he say?" He turned to Derek who was staring in shock at the screen, "Derek, what the hell did Julian say?"
Derek snapped out and looked at a desperate Logan. He shrugged.
"No!" He hit the side of the device again, but this time to let out his frustration. "Rewind it! What did Julian say?"
The brunet sighed and contained his relief. "I don't know, Lo." A commercial of a fast food chain showed up in the screen at which Logan growled.
A moment later, Derek walked away from Logan's room and took out his phone to dial Julian's number.
Logan was already looking online for Julian's segment on the show. He wanted –needed –to know what Julian had said about him.
"Julian?" Voicemail. "Fuck. Pick up, man. We need to talk about… you know." Derek pressed the bridge of his nose and locked himself in his room. "Logan…he…" he let out a sigh, "you better call me back, man."
AN: hi :) I'm just posting this here in case I want to follow this story. Haven't thought of anything yet but...still.
Also, I haven't posted a thing here in a while.
Sorry about my english, it still sucks.
