All of this NEVER happened. Completely made up by me.

Thank you guys for so many follows. I honestly hadn't expected anything to come out of this fic. It was just stress relief for me when I wrote it. But anyway! I don't know anything about studio crap and all that jazz, so just bare in mind that if I make up a room, it's because I'm an idiot. Alright, enjoy!

Joseph jogged onto the set, flipping through his script as he did. Paul was reclining in one of the set's chairs. They were in the Salvatore Boarding house, about to have an argument about how Stefan had killed Kol again. Paul looked up from his own script and raised his eyebrows at Joseph as he took his water bottle from his lips. His cheeks were big as he swallowed and stood up from the chair. "Hey, man," he greeted as soon as the water was clear of his throat.

Joseph nodded in return. "What were the changes you guys made to the lines?" he asked, having missed the last ten minutes of the read through.

Paul flipped a page and flashed it to Joseph. "Just a minor one. At the end you've got to mention that you know where Finn's body is and make up something about you being superior, that's all."

Joseph nodded and turned to look at the director as he walked into the room. "How long do we have this guy for?" he asked in a low voice.

Paul glanced up from his paper for merely a second before going right back. "He's directing the next one, too," he informed.

Joseph took a deep breath. "Is that all he's here for? Just these two?"

Paul shook his head, telling his costar that he didn't know. Then he turned and walked to his small station off set, getting his makeup perfected. Joseph looked around for a pen to mark some things on his lines, but was interrupted. "Joseph!"

He turned to see Amy, one of the camera people, walking towards him. "Hey, just letting you know you're getting weird camera-ing this episode. No face shots, not with all the fighting you guys are doing. So just try to keep facing Stefan completely and don't…like…take too much time with emotions because we're not going to get them," she instructed.

Joseph frowned at her. "This is just a two minute scene," he reminded.

She took a deep breath. "Yeah, and the director wants it down to a minute-thirty," she sighed, showing her unhappiness with it. "Sorry, dude," she shook her head as she turned and walked away towards the exit of the room.

"Wait, where are you headed?" he asked after her.

She turned back as her arm touched the handle of the door. "I've got to run the Forwood scene."

"Forwood scene? When was there a Forwood scene?" he asked, having just heard of this.

"We had a one over yesterday. You're not in the next episode, so Jeff didn't think you needed to be in the room," she said as she walked out the door and left him with all of his unanswered questions.

Paul jogged back up into the living room of the set. He'd ditched his papers somewhere and was now going through his normal motions of getting "pumped" for a scene. Joseph held his hands, and script, to his side and gave Paul an annoyed look. "Why wasn't I in on the last reading?"

Paul frowned at him like he was crazy. "You're not in the next episode." He chuckled and nudged Joseph's shoulder. "You die in this episode, remember?" he asked with a smile on his face.

Joseph nodded, calming himself down from his slight flash of anger. "Right. I forgot there for a second," he said, excusing the past few seconds of conversation. He didn't know why he was upset. That just meant a free day for him. "Right," he said again, turning and checking with everyone to see if they were all ready.

Ten minutes later, they were doing the same shoot again for the fifth time. Joseph stood with his hands on Paul's neck, and Paul was fighting him off. "And what, may I ask you, are you planning on doing once all of us are dead and gone?" Joseph inquired, forcing himself to struggle with the words.

"Well," Paul choked out while sneering at Joseph's clenching hands. "I figure I might finally get a peaceful day without you riding up my ass," he growled back.

That was the line they'd messed up on so many times. For some odd reason, they couldn't keep a straight face after Paul said it. Maybe it was the fact that they knew the "Klefan" fandom would absolutely go crazy, or maybe just the fact that that was his line. They wouldn't let him change it, either. The problem was, they weren't taking any head shots, so everything was one entire shot. No breaks or pauses. Once, straight though the entire thing. So the second Joseph would crack a smile, they'd both lose it.

Luckily, Joseph was able to continue to glare at Paul, imagining him killing his mother just to make himself mad. "You'll have nothing to live for! You'll be stuck by yourself for ages with nothing to do." He cracked an evil smile as he held his own against Paul's growing strength. "I'm all you've got as of right now."

Paul spun them around and pinned Joseph to the wall. "You'll do my life a lot better when you're buried with your siblings," he said in a husky voice, having just gotten choking hands off his neck.

Joseph inclined his head to the side. "Which sibling? I know that they're not together, Stefan. Don't think for a second that you've fooled me."

Paul let his confusion and 'oh shit' face cloud his expressions for a second before abruptly pulling back from Joseph, ending the physical contact. "So then why haven't you stopped me?" he questioned.

Joseph smirked and straightened out the front of his jacket. He took a step closer to Paul. "Because I want to see how far you can go before you do something truly idiotic." He took a few steps towards the door, getting ready to end the scene. "Which I believe will be fairly soon, considering that you thought storing Finn's body under your house was a good idea." He stopped by the door and pulled it open, giving Paul one last smug look. "This is my world, Stefan. You're going to need to seriously contemplate each and every step you take if you want even a chance at defeating me. Good luck to you." With that he left the room, shutting the door and walking around the corner so that the camera wouldn't see him through the window.

The director gave Paul exactly ten more seconds of his perfect ending face and then called cut. Joseph walked back through the door and looked around, seeing if people's reactions were good. He got a thumbs up from Christopher, one of the sound managers. That was good enough for him.

Joseph nodded his head to Paul and hopped off the scene. He threw a glance at the nearest clock. Seven o'clock. Fabulous. Six more hours, and he was free to go.

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Nina laughed with Candice as they walked along the hall of the dressing rooms. "No, Julie said that Elijah's coming back, not getting killed with the rest of them."

Candice frowned at Nina. "Plec also said that Damon and Elena would happen halfway through season two!" she laughed. "You can't trust that woman, I'm telling you."

Nina shook her head and giggled as she opened the exit door for the both of them. She looked up and saw Ian walking towards them in the dark night. "Hey, darling," she smiled at him, being cheesy on purpose.

Ian smiled and kissed her, making sure to hum because they knew that Candice couldn't stand it. "You guys are just begging to be slapped," she mused as she looked away from them.

Nina laughed and pulled away from Ian. "Hey, we were heading out to get lunch, care to join?" she offered, pulling on her jacket to fight the night air.

Ian raised an eyebrow. "You mean dinner? It's like six thirty."

Candice chuckled. "Seven. I know. I have done so much shooting today I can't keep anything straight…"

Ian kissed Nina on the forehead quickly. "Wish I could but I'm not on break yet." He walked past them and pulled open the door. "I've got to a very emotional scene to do with my brother, if you'll excuse me." He then turned and left them, heading off to work in his leather prop jacket.

Nina smiled after him until the door closed, then turned and continued walking with Candice. Candice had her hands in her jacket pockets and was watching Nina's glowing face. "You guys are really serious, aren't you?" she commented.

Nina smiled even brighter and nodded. "He's amazing. I honestly think I love him."

"Does he know that?" Candice inquired, raising her eyebrows.

Nina scoffed gently. "Of course he does. He has for the past two years."

"That's quite the relationship."

Nina chuckled. "Nearly three years. No, it really isn't."

Candice frowned. "That's better than I'm doing!" she pointed out.

Nina lifted her hands as she started to make a point. "That's because you don't want a boyfriend. You've been asked out by like six different guys in this month alone."

They approached Candice's car and she opened the driver's door. "It's not that I don't want a boyfriend. It's just that I haven't found the right one yet."

Nina buckled herself into the seat and closed her door. "And how will you know when the right one comes along?" she questioned.

Candice started the car with a knowing smirk on her face. "The look," she answered vaguely.

Nina frowned. "The look?" She opened her purse to make sure she had her wallet with her. "Where'd you pick that cheesy motto up out of?" she teased.

Candice chuckled. "Hey! Don't bash it," she said as she turned a corner out of the parking lot. "I've just noticed that with all guys I become attracted to, there's always a look involved."

"Would this look be lust?" Nina pestered.

Candice shook her head at Nina's stubbornness. "No. I don't know how to explain it. It's not like they're trying to give me the look; it just happens. It looks like their normal face with just…something added onto it." She reached forward and turned on her radio. "And most of the time I notice it when they're not even looking at me," she supplemented. "It's like–" she laughed at herself. "It's like heaven puts a glow on their face or something," she chuckled.

Nina laughed out loud. "Alright, how much have you had to drink?"

Candice changed the station. "I'm serious, Nina," she smiled, trying to look serious, but failing. "I know the look when I see it. Just believe me."

Nina nodded her head to the side once. "Okay," she sang in an untruthful way. "But when you end up with twenty cats all dressed in lace dresses, don't come crying to me."

Candice giggled to herself. "Come crying to you in your huge mansion with Somerhalder?" she questioned.

Nina held her finger up to make a point. "In Paris," she finished.

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Joseph yelled out in 'pain' as Ian held the retractable wooden stake up to his chest. He quickly took Ian's hand and threw it away from him, ending in Ian being pulled clear across the room by the cables he was attached to. Joseph panted for a few seconds, then launched back at Ian's form on the ground. Once he was over the other man, he halted, waiting for them to get the shot they wanted and call cut. Which they did within ten seconds.

"Alright, Bonnie, get in here!" the director called as he lifted his earphones back up onto his head. "Aaaand action!" he called.

Kat stood behind a door and waited for the special affect men to yank it open for her. She had her best BAMF look on her face and was glowering at Joseph. Joseph jumped up onto his feet, abandoning the crouching Damon, and heading towards the real threat of the scene. But right before he got to her, Paul swung out of nowhere and wrapped his arm around Joseph's neck from behind, holding him back.

"Cut! Get positioned!" the director gave them a five second recovery for any blips they may have had. "Rolling!"

Kat stepped forward and raised the dagger into the air, showing it off to the camera for a split second, then brought it down to Joseph's chest. He growled out in pain again and threw his head back, trying to get away from Paul. But then Ian swooped into the action again and helped Paul keep him at bay. The cameras moved around to make sure they got the look on each actor's face as Klaus slowly died, especially Kat's.

Bonnie was to be working with Klaus right around this time of the show, so having her kill Klaus was kind of a major confusion striker for the audience. But Kat was able to bring out the loyalty to Klaus that she was supposed to show to the viewers, but keep from the Salvatores.

"That's beautiful, guys," the director called instead of his usual 'cut.'

Everyone took a second to try and figure out if the scene was over or if he was just commenting. But that was soon settled when he said a mumbled 'oh' and then called the official stop.

Paul and Ian let go of Joseph and they all straightened themselves out. Paul muttered his usual "Good job, guys," to everyone he'd just acted with and they all started evacuating the scene.

"Joseph!" Joseph turned to see Julie Plec standing off to the side with a file in her hands. He jogged over to her. "I've got to run over what's going on with Klaus to you," she said as she turned and started walking away.

"Yes. I'm not in the next episode?" he repeated his new information to her, looking for confirmation.

"No. You're not. We need a big Klaroline reunion when you come back, so we've got to starve the audience for a week," she explained. "Anyway. Caroline, as you may have guessed, is saving Klaus to prove herself. But after that, we're going to have Bonnie freak out at her and basically curse her into a different realm for a while."

Joseph frowned as he kept up with Julie's pace. "Can you do that? I mean, the girls are best friends. Not too out of character?" he questioned.

"Have you been paying attention?" she questioned him. "Caroline's been getting closer to Klaus–"

Joseph snorted. "Yeah, I know that much for certain," he mumbled.

"And Bonnie isn't happy. That's why she just killed you," she said, pointing behind her to indicate the action that had just taken place. "So the girls have hated one another for a while. Don't worry, we're fixing that in the finale when Caroline dies."

"Wait, what?" he asked, truly shocked with that. "Can you do that?" he asked again.

Julie laughed. "Will you just let me do my job?"

"I can't do mine if I don't understand yours," he pointed out.

She rolled her eyes and stopped in front of her office door. She opened it and walked in just long enough to grab a stack of a few papers off of her desk. "This next next week's script," she informed him, holding it out. "Klaus has to be gold–"

"When is he never?"

"So you have– Oh, very cute, Morgan," she smiled mockingly at him, but ended it with a true chuckled. "So you have got to make sure you get everything perfect. Right down to Caroline's emotions. Got it?" she questioned.

Joseph took a deep breath as he skimmed over the first couple pages. "This show is fucked up…"

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Candice and Nina walked back into the studio around eight thirty – much later than when they were supposed to have been in Fitting. Candice glanced at her watch and immediately started retracing her steps to get to her destination. "Gotta go!" she said hurriedly to Nina before running off.

She walked back out the doors into the cold air. She started jogging off towards the other half of the building that led straight into the dressing part of the studio. She caught her breath as she slowed down in front of the exit door. As she opened it, she was met face to face with a tux on the other side of the door.

She gasped and looked up at Joseph's slightly surprised face. But then he relaxed. "Perfect. You know they're going to kill you, right?" he asked, meaning the stylists.

Candice pushed pasted him. "I know! I'm sorry!" she apologized to the wrong person. He quickly followed behind her, not in as much as a rush as she was, but still keeping up. There was yet another party going to be thrown in later episodes, and the writers had been stressing about how Caroline and Klaus needed to truly look like they were meant to be together, and that somehow involved dressing alike.

Candice rounded the corner at the end of the hall and threw herself into the door that led to the "Wardrobe." The cast had nicknamed it that back when they were filming a ton of flash backs. It was almost like Narnia in there at that point. And even after all the flash backs had happened, the nickname just stayed with the room.

Joseph was right on Candice's feet as she flew in. She looked around desperately until she spotted a small head with slick, bright blue hair combed to the side. She sighed. "Andrew, I'm sorry I'm late," she said urgently.

Andrew held up a finger to her. "Bitch, don't even. Just get your ass in that changing booth before I cut you," he said in his overly sassy voice.

Candice sighed, not liking the "aggressive" tone coming from one of her best friends. She turned to give Joseph a tired look. He just gave her an overly dramatic sympathetic look, which made her chuckle a bit before sulking off.

Andrew turned his attention to Joseph. "And you! I told you not to go walking around the studio in that tux," he scolded.

"You wanted me to find Candice," he reminded.

"Not in that tux!" he exclaimed before brushing past Joseph, raising his hands to head level to visually show his frustration. He picked up a slightly purple tux off of rack someone was pushing and held it out to Joseph. "Go get that on. Candice has the dress that matches it." Joseph took it and frowned in disapproval at it for a few seconds. Then Andrew clapped his hands and flicked his hand. "Go, go, go!" he shouted.

Joseph widened his eyes and turned on his heel to get away from the wrath of the short man in front of him. Andrew walked over with his arms crossed to the curtain Candice was changing behind. "Bitch, you done?" he demanded.

Candice scoffed loud enough for Joseph, straight across a small "hall" from her, to hear. "I just got in here! I don't even have my shirt off yet."

Andrew groaned in his sassy way and stalked off. "When you're done, you get straight to me!" he instructed.

Exactly two minutes later, Joseph emerged from his changing booth, swinging the curtain to the side and walking out in his spiffy purple-ish tux. He put his hands in his pockets and looked around for Andrew. When he spotted him, he nearly laughed out loud. Andrew was standing off in the corner with a dress around his waist, trying it out to make sure it was…well whatever he was doing, it was quite the scene.

Joseph smiled to himself and looked forward and Candice's closed curtain. He tried not to make any noise as he slipped over to her booth and leaned close to the curtain. He raised a finger to move the curtain aside just enough for one of his eyes to peep in. Candice was admiring herself in the mirror, using her hands to flatten down her stomach. Joseph gave himself a split second to admire her as well, noting her slender form in the purple dress made for a queen. Besides her messy hair, she truly could have been a princess. But when he saw her look up to the mirror, he knew that if he didn't move then, she'd spot him before he could think of an excuse.

He moved the curtain aside and raised his finger to his lips as Candice jumped in her skin and turned to face him. He smiled behind his finger and pointed ahead of him towards Andrew. Candice frowned at him and leaned out to look. By now, Andrew was twirling around to check the dress' flow. Joseph laughed out loud quietly while Candice tried to act like he was being a jerk. But even though she was trying to stand up for her friend, Joseph's laugh was forcing a smile onto her own. She smacked him on the arm.

But before he could frown at her, she pulled him into the booth with her. "What are you doing?" she hissed as she shut the curtain.

"Making fun of Andrew," he whispered as if it were obvious.

Candice accidentally let her mouth curve up into a smirk before she could scold him again. "Stop it!" she chuckled at him as he started leaning over to peek again.

He didn't stop, though. He moved the curtain aside slowly and looked out. Before he could catch a glimpse of Andrew again, Candice smacked his arm down to his side and pulled his shoulders up straight, getting him away from the curtain. "Leave him alone! The poor man," she laughed a whisper at him.

Joseph frowned with a smile on his face. "That man is ridiculous. If you want to call him a man."

"Hey, he's just as much as a man as you are," she pointed out.

Joseph nodded. "Yes, you're right. In fact, he's probably manlier than me. What with his blue hair and flowing dresses…" he beamed at her.

Candice laughed and reached up to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. "You are so mean," she accused.

Joseph leaned a little bit closer to her to make his point. "And you're the one laughing!" he whispered back at her.

Before Candice could collect her composure, the curtain flew open and Joseph and Candice turned to look at an annoyed Andrew. His face wasn't shocked that they were in the same booth together. Actually, his face indicated that he'd seen this coming and that they were both wasting his time. He stood to the side and made a circle with his arm before pointing away from them. "Out!" he instructed.

The two quickly scrambled out of the booth and stood at attention in front of the blue haired man. Andrew looked them over, bringing his hand up to tap his lips. "Pose," he instructed.

Candice and Joseph hesitated for a moment, then both decided to settle on doing a dancing pose, since that was what was going to happen in the episode. Andrew nodded as he studied their close bodies. "That's good…But I'm thinking more gray needs to happen here. They make your eyes stand out."

Candice smiled and looked to Andrew as she started to say thank you, but quickly realized that he had been looking at Joseph. She shut her mouth, cutting off her words in embarrassment.

Andrew walked away and Joseph smiled down at Candice, who was still intertwined in his arms. "He meant me," he said dramatically, as if he were flattered and wanted to rub it in Candice's face. "I'm the one with the pretty eyes," he said in a fake voice.

Candice took her arm from his shoulder and shoved his chest. She laughed at him as she tried to retort with, "Well I'm sure you two will be very happy together."

Joseph frowned down at her, accepting the burn. But then a piece of clothing came flying out of nowhere and landed on their heads. Candice frowned against the blue and gray covering her face. "Come on! Chop to it!" Andrew instructed as he tossed Joseph's tux at them as well and walked away.

That was when the two finally stepped away from one another, holding their new outfits. Joseph brought the sleeve of his new tux up next to his face and gave her a dazed expression. "How do my eyes look?" he asked in a soft, romantic woman's way.

Candice shoved him again playfully before going back to her booth, getting ready to try on what she could only expect as around thirty dresses.

Hope it wasn't too boring for you lovely readers! Thank you for spending your time on me! Makes me feel loved X).

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