Authors Notes:
This is my first attempt, reviews are needed and very welcome, but *please*
be kind.
Disclaimer: None of the L&O characters belong to me. A little name- dropping of a few famous people is used for story purposes only. Any similarities to anyone real is purely a coincidence, and no harm what so ever is intended. Please don't anyone sue me, I don't have much worth taking anyway.
Thanks for reading.
Imposter Chapter 1 Author: Garnet
Monday December 23, 2002 8:57 PM
"Good. Evening. Welcome. To. The. World. Wide. Web. There. Is. Mail. Wait- ing. For. You." Jaime double clicked on the envelope icon, giggling to herself. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she involuntarily held her breath as her eyes scanned the list of names her e-mail was from. Finding the one she was hoping was there, relief and excitement poured out of her in a rush of air as her breathing returned. She'd seen his name in her inbox for a few months now, but as she always did, she stared at it for a moment, reminding herself that this was real. It was really him. He was really writing to her. This talented, famous, wonderful man, that every woman in the world wanted, was writing to her. Her! She giggled with the thought, and quickly double clicked on the picture of the envelope next to his screen name, opening the e-mail.
TO: Sassygoddess
FROM: hells-survivor
DATE: Monday, December 23, 2002 3:36PM
RE: HELLO!
Hi Jamie, how're you doing? Went to the Kelly's Christmas party last night. Had a good time. I've been to their house many times, but this was the first time I'd seen it with its halls decked. (How'd you like that reference? Not bad for a poor country boy, is it?) Michelle and David are two of my best friends. Very few people in LA are real, but they are. So are Tom and Rita. And the Spielberg's. They're real, nothing phony or flashy, just like the people at home. And you. Did you get the roses I sent?
Jamie turned her head, focusing her attention to the corner of the desk and on the vase and the three-dozen roses that had arrived the day before. She pulled them to her gently, leaning her head down into the petals, and inhaled deeply. Bringing her head back up, she sighed deeply with happiness, then continued to read.
I haven't sent flowers to a woman in a long time; my PA usually does it (most of the time, I don't even know she's done it!) Boy! Was I surprised at how much them suckers cost, but you're worth every penny! I'm sending you an---
A knock on the front door interrupted her reading. "Damn it." Jaime mumbled and tore her eyes away from the screen, pushed her chair back and headed to the door.
"Jamie Kirkland?" The man in a FedEx uniform asked.
"Yes.?"
"This is for you." He smiled as he handed her the cardboard envelope and his clipboard, ready for her signature.
Jamie took the envelope first, glancing at the return address. M. Price in LA! Mark! She hurriedly scribbled her name, stepping back inside, not even realizing she shut the door on the FedEx mans wish of a Merry Christmas. Her fingers slipped with her excitement, and it was another moment before she had a firm enough grip on the pull-tab to rip open the envelope. Inside was another, smaller envelope with her name handwritten on the front. Her name in his handwriting! Laughing out loud with her excitement, she ripped open the second envelope and pulled out its contents. "OhmyGod!" She whispered to herself, and her fingers flew to her lips. "Oh." She sucked in her breath sharply, holding it as she read and reread, first the handwritten note, and then the rest. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" She danced around her living room, hoping, jumping, and squealing! Forcing herself to hold still, she again read the note he'd sent:
"Jamie - you said you didn't have any special plans for Christmas, so come see me! Here's your ticket to LA. Don't bother to pack anything; I'll buy you what ever you need. I'm waiting for you. - Mark"
He's waiting for her! Mark Price, movie star, Nation Magazines Most Beautiful Bachelor 2001, who could have any woman he wanted, and he's waiting for her! She flopped herself down on her couch, clutching the plane tickets to her chest, and fantasized her arrival in LA. She imagined Mark standing there, waiting, wearing glasses and a hat so he wouldn't be recognized. But she would know it was him. She'd wait, standing several feet in front of him, watching as he looked around, looking for her. Then his eyes would fall upon her, and he'd know. He'd just know it was her. They'd stare at each other for a moment, taking each other in. Knowing, feeling in the air, this was a momentous moment in their lives. A moment where the whole world would change for them. Sitting in her living room, Jamie's imagination flashed, and instead of the airport, she was sitting in a rocking chair, a crackling fire nearby. Two young children on her lap, another three on the floor at her feet. She was recalling that momentous moment, telling the children how their grandparents met on that long ago Christmas Eve. In her imagination, she looked across her grandchildren's heads, and met Marks eyes. The glow of the Christmas tree lights brightened his skin, and the elderly Jamie of imagination could feel his love radiating from him.
Beep-beep. The noise coming from her pc brought Jamie back to reality. With an irritated glance, she stood from the sofa and made her way to the computer. Her screen showed a dialogue box over the abandoned e-mail.
Mark: Jamie? Are you there?
Jaime rushed to the desk, and began typing even before she sat down.
Jamie: Yes, yes I'm here! Oh Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU. I can't wait to see you. Mark: Me too. I'm glad the tickets got there. It won't be a problem? Jamie: No. Not at all. Mark: Good.
They went on that way for another hours. Mark telling Jamie all the Hollywood sights he would take her to. Jamie giggling and hopping up and down in her seat. Around midnight, Mark wrote:
Mark: Well, Sweetheart, I know it's late there in NY. You better get to bed, your flight's early tomorrow morning.
Jamie: You're right, I suppose. I DO want to look rested, and perfect for you! -She typed in a smiley face-
Mark: Darling, I've seen your heart and soul in your e-mails, and I already know that you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Goodnight My Love.
A moment later, Jamie's computer flashed the message; "Mark has signed off" Jamie sat for a few moments, staring at his last message to her. She felt warm, as if he was hugging her from the other side of the country. Crawling into bed a few moments later, she let herself return to her fantasy, images of Hollywood parties, celebrities, and movie premiers clamored for her attention. She watched as yet to be made memories of future Christmas' danced across her minds eye. A small smile filled her lips as she drifted off into a contented sleep. Jamie had no idea that all these dreams would lead her to a nightmare she couldn't begin to imagine.
Disclaimer: None of the L&O characters belong to me. A little name- dropping of a few famous people is used for story purposes only. Any similarities to anyone real is purely a coincidence, and no harm what so ever is intended. Please don't anyone sue me, I don't have much worth taking anyway.
Thanks for reading.
Imposter Chapter 1 Author: Garnet
Monday December 23, 2002 8:57 PM
"Good. Evening. Welcome. To. The. World. Wide. Web. There. Is. Mail. Wait- ing. For. You." Jaime double clicked on the envelope icon, giggling to herself. Her heart pounded hard in her chest and she involuntarily held her breath as her eyes scanned the list of names her e-mail was from. Finding the one she was hoping was there, relief and excitement poured out of her in a rush of air as her breathing returned. She'd seen his name in her inbox for a few months now, but as she always did, she stared at it for a moment, reminding herself that this was real. It was really him. He was really writing to her. This talented, famous, wonderful man, that every woman in the world wanted, was writing to her. Her! She giggled with the thought, and quickly double clicked on the picture of the envelope next to his screen name, opening the e-mail.
TO: Sassygoddess
FROM: hells-survivor
DATE: Monday, December 23, 2002 3:36PM
RE: HELLO!
Hi Jamie, how're you doing? Went to the Kelly's Christmas party last night. Had a good time. I've been to their house many times, but this was the first time I'd seen it with its halls decked. (How'd you like that reference? Not bad for a poor country boy, is it?) Michelle and David are two of my best friends. Very few people in LA are real, but they are. So are Tom and Rita. And the Spielberg's. They're real, nothing phony or flashy, just like the people at home. And you. Did you get the roses I sent?
Jamie turned her head, focusing her attention to the corner of the desk and on the vase and the three-dozen roses that had arrived the day before. She pulled them to her gently, leaning her head down into the petals, and inhaled deeply. Bringing her head back up, she sighed deeply with happiness, then continued to read.
I haven't sent flowers to a woman in a long time; my PA usually does it (most of the time, I don't even know she's done it!) Boy! Was I surprised at how much them suckers cost, but you're worth every penny! I'm sending you an---
A knock on the front door interrupted her reading. "Damn it." Jaime mumbled and tore her eyes away from the screen, pushed her chair back and headed to the door.
"Jamie Kirkland?" The man in a FedEx uniform asked.
"Yes.?"
"This is for you." He smiled as he handed her the cardboard envelope and his clipboard, ready for her signature.
Jamie took the envelope first, glancing at the return address. M. Price in LA! Mark! She hurriedly scribbled her name, stepping back inside, not even realizing she shut the door on the FedEx mans wish of a Merry Christmas. Her fingers slipped with her excitement, and it was another moment before she had a firm enough grip on the pull-tab to rip open the envelope. Inside was another, smaller envelope with her name handwritten on the front. Her name in his handwriting! Laughing out loud with her excitement, she ripped open the second envelope and pulled out its contents. "OhmyGod!" She whispered to herself, and her fingers flew to her lips. "Oh." She sucked in her breath sharply, holding it as she read and reread, first the handwritten note, and then the rest. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" She danced around her living room, hoping, jumping, and squealing! Forcing herself to hold still, she again read the note he'd sent:
"Jamie - you said you didn't have any special plans for Christmas, so come see me! Here's your ticket to LA. Don't bother to pack anything; I'll buy you what ever you need. I'm waiting for you. - Mark"
He's waiting for her! Mark Price, movie star, Nation Magazines Most Beautiful Bachelor 2001, who could have any woman he wanted, and he's waiting for her! She flopped herself down on her couch, clutching the plane tickets to her chest, and fantasized her arrival in LA. She imagined Mark standing there, waiting, wearing glasses and a hat so he wouldn't be recognized. But she would know it was him. She'd wait, standing several feet in front of him, watching as he looked around, looking for her. Then his eyes would fall upon her, and he'd know. He'd just know it was her. They'd stare at each other for a moment, taking each other in. Knowing, feeling in the air, this was a momentous moment in their lives. A moment where the whole world would change for them. Sitting in her living room, Jamie's imagination flashed, and instead of the airport, she was sitting in a rocking chair, a crackling fire nearby. Two young children on her lap, another three on the floor at her feet. She was recalling that momentous moment, telling the children how their grandparents met on that long ago Christmas Eve. In her imagination, she looked across her grandchildren's heads, and met Marks eyes. The glow of the Christmas tree lights brightened his skin, and the elderly Jamie of imagination could feel his love radiating from him.
Beep-beep. The noise coming from her pc brought Jamie back to reality. With an irritated glance, she stood from the sofa and made her way to the computer. Her screen showed a dialogue box over the abandoned e-mail.
Mark: Jamie? Are you there?
Jaime rushed to the desk, and began typing even before she sat down.
Jamie: Yes, yes I'm here! Oh Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU. I can't wait to see you. Mark: Me too. I'm glad the tickets got there. It won't be a problem? Jamie: No. Not at all. Mark: Good.
They went on that way for another hours. Mark telling Jamie all the Hollywood sights he would take her to. Jamie giggling and hopping up and down in her seat. Around midnight, Mark wrote:
Mark: Well, Sweetheart, I know it's late there in NY. You better get to bed, your flight's early tomorrow morning.
Jamie: You're right, I suppose. I DO want to look rested, and perfect for you! -She typed in a smiley face-
Mark: Darling, I've seen your heart and soul in your e-mails, and I already know that you're the most beautiful woman in the world. Goodnight My Love.
A moment later, Jamie's computer flashed the message; "Mark has signed off" Jamie sat for a few moments, staring at his last message to her. She felt warm, as if he was hugging her from the other side of the country. Crawling into bed a few moments later, she let herself return to her fantasy, images of Hollywood parties, celebrities, and movie premiers clamored for her attention. She watched as yet to be made memories of future Christmas' danced across her minds eye. A small smile filled her lips as she drifted off into a contented sleep. Jamie had no idea that all these dreams would lead her to a nightmare she couldn't begin to imagine.
