(A/N)-Whoo hoo, they like it, they really like it. I was afraid it would
be to..not so much different, but like they weren't the same people
because...well, they weren't and also because they had different names and
junk.
Anyway, for Ro's name, I think I'm going to use Riley, (Thank ya Bee () because I wanted something nice sounding for her and tough, cause Ro's the kinda person who doesn't take crap from anyone.
Anyway, on with the show....er, TV series
Behind the Scenes-Chapter 2-Number One Fan
Hayden followed Riley out of Studio 14 practically jogging to keep up with her. He gently grabbed her arm.
"What do you want?" she asked with an exhausted sigh and a slight roll of her eyes. He was a little surprised at her behavior; this was a different Riley than the one he was used to seeing. She was looked tired and bothered and depressed all at the same time. He studied her face for a moment before asking her what was wrong.
"Nothing is wrong." She explained rotating her arm so that she wriggled out of his grasp. "I'm fine, really, I'm just tired, you know, work and stuff." He nodded seeming to accept her answer. "You know that if you ever need anything that I'm here, right?" She nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah, I know." Then she turned and completed the distance to her car.
"Yeah...well, right then." Hayden mumbles to himself then gets in his own car and drives away, only after he watches her drive off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Riley reaches her apartment and nonchalantly tosses her keys down on the table that's next to the door. She starts shuffling across the apartment to get something to eat from the kitchen when she notices that she kicked a small envelope across the tile floor. She picks it up and studies it. Her hand trembles it as she goes to open it, knowing well that she has received many letters like this before.
She slowly takes out the letter and looks at it, knowing that someone spent a great deal of time and effort into making it. No letter on the page is handwritten; they are all cut out of magazines and newspapers. Her eyes move swiftly over each line and she drops the letter and watches it float to the ground.
She leaves it there and tries to forget about it while showering and putting her pajamas on. She forgets dinner as she slowly crawls into bed curling up into a ball under the covers.
After a couple hours she manages to fall asleep until a soft thud wakes her. She slowly rises and tiptoes out of her bedroom into the kitchen where she hears more soft banging noises. She reaches across the counter to get a knife out of the knife block.
Looking around, trying to find out where the noises are coming from, she directs her attention to the window that is next to her, where she sees a figure dressed in black. In a frenzy she drops her knife and reaches for her cordless phone, punching #1 on her speed dial.
"Hello?" A tired British voice on the other line asks.
"H-Hayden?" Riley asked while diving behind her kitchen counter.
"Riley? Bloody hell, what is it? What's wrong?" he said wide awake sitting up in his bed.
"There's someone here," she whispered into the phone "someone's trying to break into my apartment."
"I'm calling the police, Riley, don't worry, I'll be over as soon as I can."
"Wait, you can't call the police! Fiona would kill me! The press would have a field day if they found out someone was trying to break into my apartment! And can you even begin to think of all the bad publicity?!?"
"Riley, stop being difficult! I don't care what your agent has to say! There won't be any publicity if you're dead!"
"Wait," she sat up a little looking over the counter, not hearing the noise any longer, "I think they gave up." She said looking towards the empty fire escape.
"I'm still coming over."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"But-" It was too late because the line was already dead. She smirked and then slid back down the counter, still hiding, just to make sure that no one was planning on returning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hayden reached her apartment at 3:45, less than 10 minutes from when she first called him. He opened her door with the spare key she had given him in case of emergencies.
"Ri?" He started to worry when she didn't reply right away.
"I'm in here." She called softly. He found her in the kitchen, sitting in the corner with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.
"Are you alright then?" he asked sitting down next to her.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine, just a little shaken up." He reached over to brush a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "I'm glad you came." she confessed and gave him a weak smile.
"Of course I came. I was really worried about you." He said while sneaking an arm around her shoulders.
She picked up the knife from off the floor then slid it back into the knife block.
"Planning on doing that burglar of yours a little damage, eh?" he joked as he stood up. "Well....I actually got it out because I knew you were coming." She teased. He rested his hand on his heart and while pathetically looking up at the ceiling he whimpered "My heart, it aches."
She smiled at the kicked puppy look he was bearing. "Well, I think I'm going to head off to bed now, but, I was wondering-"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I'll stay the night."
"How do you know I was going to ask that?"
"Well, was it?"
"Well, yeah, but how did you know that."
"I have known you, Miss Johnston, since before the first episode of The Zeta Project, which obviously means, that I have been around you long enough to complete your sentences."
"If you say so." She said with a yawn, closing her eyes while leaning on the counter for support. Her eyes flew open as she was suddenly lifted off the ground and carried towards her room. "What are you doing?" she asked as a confused look crossed her face.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm tucking you in."
"Hayden, I'm 20 years old, I'm pretty sure I can manage that on my own."
"Well, I'm 21 years old, which means I'm a whole year older than you which also means that I'm the boss and I say I'm tucking you in."
Too tired to argue, she laid her head down on his chest and closed her eyes, secretly enjoying every moment. She was soon upset to realize that they had finally reached their destination and that he was setting her down. With her eyes still closed she grabbed his hand. "Hayden? Do you think you could-"
"Yes"
"Mmmk. Just in case." She whispered
"Yeah, just in case." He said leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. "Oh, let me go hang up my jacket, I'll be right back though love, promise."
He walked over to the coat rack next to the door and hung up his coat and removed his shoes. On his way back to Riley he had something stuck to his bare foot, it was a piece of paper, with letters cut out of magazines and newspapers arranged in a way so that they formed words.
(A/N) Ok, looks like the Jupister is finished with another chapter. A huge thank you goes out to the people who reviewed, thank you all for your kind words ( after I read em' I went and typed up this chapter, be sure to tell me what you think again, or you know, for the first time, whatever.
Anyway, for Ro's name, I think I'm going to use Riley, (Thank ya Bee () because I wanted something nice sounding for her and tough, cause Ro's the kinda person who doesn't take crap from anyone.
Anyway, on with the show....er, TV series
Behind the Scenes-Chapter 2-Number One Fan
Hayden followed Riley out of Studio 14 practically jogging to keep up with her. He gently grabbed her arm.
"What do you want?" she asked with an exhausted sigh and a slight roll of her eyes. He was a little surprised at her behavior; this was a different Riley than the one he was used to seeing. She was looked tired and bothered and depressed all at the same time. He studied her face for a moment before asking her what was wrong.
"Nothing is wrong." She explained rotating her arm so that she wriggled out of his grasp. "I'm fine, really, I'm just tired, you know, work and stuff." He nodded seeming to accept her answer. "You know that if you ever need anything that I'm here, right?" She nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah, I know." Then she turned and completed the distance to her car.
"Yeah...well, right then." Hayden mumbles to himself then gets in his own car and drives away, only after he watches her drive off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Riley reaches her apartment and nonchalantly tosses her keys down on the table that's next to the door. She starts shuffling across the apartment to get something to eat from the kitchen when she notices that she kicked a small envelope across the tile floor. She picks it up and studies it. Her hand trembles it as she goes to open it, knowing well that she has received many letters like this before.
She slowly takes out the letter and looks at it, knowing that someone spent a great deal of time and effort into making it. No letter on the page is handwritten; they are all cut out of magazines and newspapers. Her eyes move swiftly over each line and she drops the letter and watches it float to the ground.
She leaves it there and tries to forget about it while showering and putting her pajamas on. She forgets dinner as she slowly crawls into bed curling up into a ball under the covers.
After a couple hours she manages to fall asleep until a soft thud wakes her. She slowly rises and tiptoes out of her bedroom into the kitchen where she hears more soft banging noises. She reaches across the counter to get a knife out of the knife block.
Looking around, trying to find out where the noises are coming from, she directs her attention to the window that is next to her, where she sees a figure dressed in black. In a frenzy she drops her knife and reaches for her cordless phone, punching #1 on her speed dial.
"Hello?" A tired British voice on the other line asks.
"H-Hayden?" Riley asked while diving behind her kitchen counter.
"Riley? Bloody hell, what is it? What's wrong?" he said wide awake sitting up in his bed.
"There's someone here," she whispered into the phone "someone's trying to break into my apartment."
"I'm calling the police, Riley, don't worry, I'll be over as soon as I can."
"Wait, you can't call the police! Fiona would kill me! The press would have a field day if they found out someone was trying to break into my apartment! And can you even begin to think of all the bad publicity?!?"
"Riley, stop being difficult! I don't care what your agent has to say! There won't be any publicity if you're dead!"
"Wait," she sat up a little looking over the counter, not hearing the noise any longer, "I think they gave up." She said looking towards the empty fire escape.
"I'm still coming over."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
"But-" It was too late because the line was already dead. She smirked and then slid back down the counter, still hiding, just to make sure that no one was planning on returning.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hayden reached her apartment at 3:45, less than 10 minutes from when she first called him. He opened her door with the spare key she had given him in case of emergencies.
"Ri?" He started to worry when she didn't reply right away.
"I'm in here." She called softly. He found her in the kitchen, sitting in the corner with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs.
"Are you alright then?" he asked sitting down next to her.
"Yeah, I-I'm fine, just a little shaken up." He reached over to brush a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. "I'm glad you came." she confessed and gave him a weak smile.
"Of course I came. I was really worried about you." He said while sneaking an arm around her shoulders.
She picked up the knife from off the floor then slid it back into the knife block.
"Planning on doing that burglar of yours a little damage, eh?" he joked as he stood up. "Well....I actually got it out because I knew you were coming." She teased. He rested his hand on his heart and while pathetically looking up at the ceiling he whimpered "My heart, it aches."
She smiled at the kicked puppy look he was bearing. "Well, I think I'm going to head off to bed now, but, I was wondering-"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I'll stay the night."
"How do you know I was going to ask that?"
"Well, was it?"
"Well, yeah, but how did you know that."
"I have known you, Miss Johnston, since before the first episode of The Zeta Project, which obviously means, that I have been around you long enough to complete your sentences."
"If you say so." She said with a yawn, closing her eyes while leaning on the counter for support. Her eyes flew open as she was suddenly lifted off the ground and carried towards her room. "What are you doing?" she asked as a confused look crossed her face.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm tucking you in."
"Hayden, I'm 20 years old, I'm pretty sure I can manage that on my own."
"Well, I'm 21 years old, which means I'm a whole year older than you which also means that I'm the boss and I say I'm tucking you in."
Too tired to argue, she laid her head down on his chest and closed her eyes, secretly enjoying every moment. She was soon upset to realize that they had finally reached their destination and that he was setting her down. With her eyes still closed she grabbed his hand. "Hayden? Do you think you could-"
"Yes"
"Mmmk. Just in case." She whispered
"Yeah, just in case." He said leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. "Oh, let me go hang up my jacket, I'll be right back though love, promise."
He walked over to the coat rack next to the door and hung up his coat and removed his shoes. On his way back to Riley he had something stuck to his bare foot, it was a piece of paper, with letters cut out of magazines and newspapers arranged in a way so that they formed words.
(A/N) Ok, looks like the Jupister is finished with another chapter. A huge thank you goes out to the people who reviewed, thank you all for your kind words ( after I read em' I went and typed up this chapter, be sure to tell me what you think again, or you know, for the first time, whatever.