The Truth about Chad(ney)
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie this is based on, The Truth about Charlie, starring Thandie Newton and Mark Wahlberg, as it's owned by Universal Pictures (I'm pretty sure). I also don't own the movie TTAC is based on, Charade, either. (I dunno who owns that, probably Universal Pictures again) I ALSO, do not own Passions, or any of the appearing characters, that's owned by NBC and James E. Reilly. (At least I'm pretty sure it is.) Thank God that's out of the way
Prologue
Chad Harris smirked, running his hands through his neatly trimmed hair. Sydney Valentine was quickly dressing nearby. She slipped on her underwear, and within a minute or so, was back in her stewardesses' uniform. She sighed, with a satisfied smile on her tan face. Chad just sat in the corner, with his neatly tailored suit on, watching her contently. He kissed her, as the horn on the train began to blare, signaling that they were approaching the station. She giggled and pulled her light brown hair back behind her ears.
Pulling a pink rose out of his bag, Chad handed it to her silently, with a serious look in his brown eyes.
"Oh," she said breathlessly. She smiled at him. "Thank you." He smiled, and nodded. She smelled it happily, looking around their room routinely, to see if they were going to have any unwanted visitors. He pulled his leather bag over his shoulder, and left discreetly with a smile.
"Excuse me sir, thank you." Walking through the train's mostly-barren, but narrow corridor, Chad tripped slightly with a bump in the tracks. An elderly woman almost fell also, right near him. "Whoa!" He grabbed her before she could hit the ground. "Careful!" She put her hand to her chest, and smiled, laughing nervously. Her other hand ran though her curly blonde hair.
"Thank you,"
"Let me get that for you," he muttered, bending over and picking up her cane. He handed it to her with a good-natured smile. She smiled back.
"Thank you, young man," she said with a regal British accent, as her thin, jewel-covered hands gripped the wooden cane.
"At your service, miss," he said with a polite bow.
"Such a gentleman," she murmured approvingly, as he squeezed against the train's walls to give her space to pass. Chad smiled. A gentleman, he certainly appeared to be. He smiled at his attractive reflection in the mirror. Chuckling, he continued on his way.
When he turned the corner, his smile was immediately wiped off his face with a gasp. The train seemingly started to lurch at that moment. He faintly saw a tall figure, with a black turtleneck and matching hat. He leaned forward slightly and squinted to get a better view. His eyes widened in shock.
"You…" was all he managed to say, before his world turned black.
