A week passed, and none of the cast heard from Scott. John went to his apartment to check on him after another week had gone by. The door was unlocked and the place was empty. John had reported that it looked like nothing had been touched for weeks: the answering machine tape was full, a glass of dusty water was sitting on the kitchen counter, and an afghan was lying on the floor.
He called the police.
Nina said nothing. She couldn't admit her shame to anyone – not even Mark. He sensed a change in her. She didn't speak unless someone spoke directly to her, and she always seemed jumpy and preoccupied.
A few days after John had called the police, ten minutes before the show, Mark knocked on the dressing room door.
"Nina? I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?"
"That's what I want to– what I need to know. You haven't been yourself for about... I dunno... two weeks... two... weeks..." he frowned, thinking for a moment. "Scott disappeared two weeks ago, Nina, and you've been acting strange ever since the party..."
Nina began to panic. No! Mark couldn't know what had happened! He would leave her, hate her, be ashamed of her... She needed him, couldn't live without him! He couldn't know.
She tried to turn away, but he grabbed both of her arms and held her there. "What about Scott? Nina? Do you know where he is?"
Nina shook her head, but couldn't look him in the face.
"I'm worried about you," Mark said quietly. "You can tell me. I'll still love you, no mater what it is. Even... even if you killed Scott or something," Nina couldn't hide a vague smile. "I'd be afraid of you, but I'd still love you. I'd come visit you in the jail every day and help you break out, if you wanted. Or I could go kill someone to be with you. You can tell me anything."
She wanted to tell someone, but she couldn't. "I... I guess I'm just worried about Scott."
Mark studied her face for a moment, then nodded and let her go. As she disappeared into the darkness he whispered, "Why were you worried about Scott before we knew he'd gone missing?"
Nina did not hear.
A/N- I didn't realize this was such a short chapter! Oh well. I have so much trouble taking Cats seriously. Don't worry all you Cats fans – I plan to give it a fair chance someday. -wonders what that had to do with anything- I can't help it, I'm just random like that. Everyone pray for Philip Quast!
Elyse3- Camp was great fun. We were loud and random and a lot of kids there knew LM, and if not that they knew Phantom. So it was good.
nebulia- Oh, everyone loves him. When I was saying 'he gets his' I was referring to 'he's about to go crazy'. At the time, that was as far as I felt I needed to foreshadow.
Forseti- Did someone already claim Scott when the fic is done? Because if no one else did, I think I'd give him to you for that lovely little scenario.
RoseMisre- Now everyone loves Scott again! Yay! I think...
La Pamplemousse- That's what one would say, but I've noticed that little kids don't really use common sense. By little, however, I mean much younger than Scott was in that flashback, so... whatever.
Lola Pennington- That's what I'm here for – to make everyone look good, no matter what they've done. Is that a song? Maybe not...
He called the police.
Nina said nothing. She couldn't admit her shame to anyone – not even Mark. He sensed a change in her. She didn't speak unless someone spoke directly to her, and she always seemed jumpy and preoccupied.
A few days after John had called the police, ten minutes before the show, Mark knocked on the dressing room door.
"Nina? I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?"
"That's what I want to– what I need to know. You haven't been yourself for about... I dunno... two weeks... two... weeks..." he frowned, thinking for a moment. "Scott disappeared two weeks ago, Nina, and you've been acting strange ever since the party..."
Nina began to panic. No! Mark couldn't know what had happened! He would leave her, hate her, be ashamed of her... She needed him, couldn't live without him! He couldn't know.
She tried to turn away, but he grabbed both of her arms and held her there. "What about Scott? Nina? Do you know where he is?"
Nina shook her head, but couldn't look him in the face.
"I'm worried about you," Mark said quietly. "You can tell me. I'll still love you, no mater what it is. Even... even if you killed Scott or something," Nina couldn't hide a vague smile. "I'd be afraid of you, but I'd still love you. I'd come visit you in the jail every day and help you break out, if you wanted. Or I could go kill someone to be with you. You can tell me anything."
She wanted to tell someone, but she couldn't. "I... I guess I'm just worried about Scott."
Mark studied her face for a moment, then nodded and let her go. As she disappeared into the darkness he whispered, "Why were you worried about Scott before we knew he'd gone missing?"
Nina did not hear.
A/N- I didn't realize this was such a short chapter! Oh well. I have so much trouble taking Cats seriously. Don't worry all you Cats fans – I plan to give it a fair chance someday. -wonders what that had to do with anything- I can't help it, I'm just random like that. Everyone pray for Philip Quast!
Elyse3- Camp was great fun. We were loud and random and a lot of kids there knew LM, and if not that they knew Phantom. So it was good.
nebulia- Oh, everyone loves him. When I was saying 'he gets his' I was referring to 'he's about to go crazy'. At the time, that was as far as I felt I needed to foreshadow.
Forseti- Did someone already claim Scott when the fic is done? Because if no one else did, I think I'd give him to you for that lovely little scenario.
RoseMisre- Now everyone loves Scott again! Yay! I think...
La Pamplemousse- That's what one would say, but I've noticed that little kids don't really use common sense. By little, however, I mean much younger than Scott was in that flashback, so... whatever.
Lola Pennington- That's what I'm here for – to make everyone look good, no matter what they've done. Is that a song? Maybe not...