"That was her gift; she filled you with words you didn't know were there." -Atticus
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Several days had passed and everyone was settling into a routine in terms of filming. Since they were still filming as two separate units, Daphne and Jared spent nearly all of their time together and had no interaction with the rest of the cast. They literally woke up at the same time, went to set at the same time, and went back to their hotel at the same time. Every second was basically spent together. It was interesting for Jared to see how much more relaxed Daphne was around him when Jake had left. It was almost as if she was a completely different person. Not to mention he had turned off the flirting and charms after seeing her reaction on their first day of filming. Of course, she never told him a word of how she truly felt about Heath. But he could tell.

Daphne and Jake split amicably, not that they were ever really together. He had come back to the hotel and booked a flight, leaving her a note and promising to call when he felt better. She knew it was for the best. She also knew they were just better off as friends. He understood her better than most people and she knew he wasn't going anywhere. After a few days of radio silence to lick their wounds, they were back to being their usual friendly-flirty selves, as if nothing had changed.

The media, however, was having a field day with all the photos they were getting of the two of them out and about. They hardly ever went out after the bar incident, but when they did there were always fans waiting outside the hotel lobby as they went in or out. Usually they'd stop to take a few photos or sign a few autographs and it wasn't a big deal. It was amusing to Daphne that a majority of the fans that showed up only seemed to want Jared's autograph or photo and he flirted with nearly everyone there.

They were relaxing one afternoon after a long night shoot that had run from the night beforehand to very early that morning. They had a day or two off and Jared was prepping for a surprise concert he was doing in Toronto with his band while Daphne was reading over the script for 'Battle-Scarred' for the tenth time. Each time she read it she was drawn more and more into it. Ava Duvernay had signed on to direct it and Daphne had already spoken with her about the film.

"Daphne, what are you reading?" Jared asked, looking over her shoulder. "That's like the third time I've seen you read that same script since we got to Toronto." She flipped the script shut and showed him the cover. He leaned in closer to read it. "'Battle-Scarred', what's it about?" he asked.

She handed it to him and he flipped through it. "It's really interesting. It's got an interesting husband-wife dynamic and it seems to be really intense. I signed on already, but it's still really early."

"Could I borrow this? I've been looking for my next project and this one looks really interesting," he said.

She nodded. "They're waiting for people to get involved. If you're interested, I'd act fast. That's a Coen piece, and you know how fast those things go."

He smiled at her. "Are you coming to the show tonight?" he asked. "I can get you in. I know a guy," he said with a wink.

She smiled. "I don't know. If I show up, won't that just sort of continue the whole 'Jared and Daphne are dating' rumor?"

He shrugged. "So? Why should it matter?"

"Because if I go, they won't be focusing on your music, they'll be looking for me and trying to see how we interact with each other," she laughed. "It wouldn't be about you guys."

Tomo came into the room with a smile. "Honestly, I think he enjoys the attention. He likes knowing that people think you two are together because the reality is, he could never get you on his own," he joked, elbowing Jared in the ribcage.

She smiled at this and blushed a little. "I know how Jared feels about me. It's not like he's trying to hide it. But I don't date people I'm working with and he knows that." She got up and went into her room.

Jared followed her into her room, still holding the script in his hands. "Come on, you have to come tonight. I'll get you backstage access and everything. No one will even know you're there." He sat on the edge of her bed, watching her move around her room in search of something. "You've never seen us live. You have to. I mean, we shot a music video in your house. It's the least we can do."

She nodded. "I'll think about it," she said, offhandedly. She was rifling through her suitcase, still looking for something.

"What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"I'm looking for something," she said, touching the space on her neck that usually housed an intricate locket. Only it was bare. She kept touching it, almost impulsively as if to see if the locket had magically reappeared around her neck.

"Is it this?" Jared asked, holding the locket out to her.

It was a silver heart with her initials on it on a silver chain. She rarely took it off. She stopped and rushed over, relief evident on her face.

"Where did you find it!" she said, reaching for it.

He held it and stood behind her, placing it around her neck. "I saw it this morning in the makeup trailer. You left it behind so I picked it up. I know you almost always have it on, so I figured it had to be important to you." He closed the small clasp and sat back down.

She smiled in relief. "My grandfather gave it to me for my tenth birthday. I've worn it every day since he gave it to me."

"It's beautiful," he said quietly. He looked up as Tomo, Shannon, Emma, and Mara came into the room.

"We're headed to the venue for sound check," Emma said. "Meet you there in an hour?"

He nodded, waving to them as they left. "I have a few things to take care of first," he called. He turned back to Daphne. "So, we have this scene coming up-," he started.

"The pole dancing scene?" she asked. His eyebrows shot into his hairline because it seemed as though she read his mind. "We're shooting it at the end of the week. What about it?"

He blinked in shock, trying to remember what he was saying. "I just wanted to make sure everything is okay between us and that we'd be alright when filming. Considering how things went before."

She smiled at him, almost in a patronizing manner. "I'm not going to have a breakdown. For God's sakes, we've been filming together for almost a week and I've been fine about everything. Why would this scene be any different?"

He sighed and shifted on the bed a bit. "Well, it requires us to be a bit more…physical," he said.

She blinked at him. "When have I ever given you the impression that us being physical would be an issue? I thought you were fully exercising your 'complete freedom to do whatever I want when in character' rule?"

He scratched his chin. "I just wanted to make sure everything would be alright. This isn't going to be like the other scenes where I've just moved you or pulled you. It's much more physical on my part."

She smiled again. "I appreciate your concern but I don't really think it's an issue. I trust you. I trust that you'll do the right thing for the scene and the story. And I trust that David will work out whatever issues that might come up." She walked by him, patting his shoulder lightly. "I don't understand why you're so worried about it. It's not like we're stripping down to our skivvies and dry humping," she laughed.

He laughed. "I know. It's just been a while since I've done one of these scenes and I wanted to make sure you'd be comfortable."

"Well, we aren't rehearsing it, if that's what you mean," she said.

"Why not?" he asked in a teasing manner, pulling her to him. "We haven't rehearsed anything yet. Practice makes perfect," he said with a wink.

She shrugged out of his grasp. "Don't you have a concert to go to or something?" she asked over her shoulder.

"They can get by without me," he said with a lazy smile.

"You're the lead singer, sweetheart. They need you," she said, handing him his jacket as she headed for her door.

"What are you doing?" he asked, standing up and taking the jacket from her.

"I have somewhere to go," she said simply.

"You're not coming to the show?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I told you already. I don't want to come because it'll distract from you guys. It's your moment. Not mine."

Jared pulled her elbow to stop her. Daphne had gotten so used to him doing that in scenes-pulling her closer to him suddenly or yanking her back as she walked by him-that her immediate reaction was to pull her face close to his and look him in the eye.

"What if you came in through the stage door after the show starts?" he asked. "No one is really there during the show, so you'd be good."

She sighed. "I don't think it's a good idea. Besides, I have other things to do. Maybe next time." She gave him a smile and held her door open for him to exit her room.

He shut the door that joined their two rooms and walked out. She grabbed her purse and shut the door behind her.

"So we're good with everything," he asked again, trying to fill the silence as they walked down the hallway.

"Yes Jared. We're fine. No issues," she said.

They stopped at the elevator and waited for it to arrive on their floor. Jared was still feeling the silence.

"Would you come if I begged?" he asked, giving her a sad puppy dog face.

She smiled. "You couldn't make me come, even if you begged me to," she said in a seductive tone. His eyebrow tweaked a little bit in interest. "I don't want to be the center of attention at your concert."

He bit his lip, waiting for her to get on the elevator as it opened. He checked her out as she passed him. She was wearing jeans that made her ass look REALLY good. He was actually looking forward to filming the pole dancing scene because it meant she'd be wearing even less. Just because she was off limits physically, it didn't mean he couldn't think about her.

"Hey, maybe Margot will 'practice' with you," Daphne said with a grin, making air quotes.

Jared laughed a little at the idea. Margot Robbie was playing Harley Quinn, his love interest and the Joker's demented girlfriend of sorts. She was a stunning girl, but her beauty was more knock-your-socks-off obvious while Daphne's was more subtle and less traditionally sexy. Margot was a blonde bombshell while Daphne was the dark exotic flower. He wouldn't kick either one of them out of bed. And in fact, they'd have a very sexy scene with the three of them in a few weeks that he was looking forward to quite a lot. He'd be lying if he said he never thought about the two of them at the same time, but he tried not to. He wanted to respect them as women and actors. But they were just so damn hot it was hard to control the imagination sometimes.

"I think she's dating someone. Plus I'm not THAT method," he replied.

Daphne laughed. "Shame. Because had we not been working together, you actually could have had that experience," she said with a sideways glance at him.

He bit his lip as he enjoyed the mental image. They were flirtatious with each other regularly. He flirted with everyone, even Tomo. But Daphne was the only one he enjoyed having flirt back. It was like a little game to them. The doors slid open with a little 'ding!' and they got off. He waved to the fans that seemed to be permanently camped out in front of their hotel and helped Daphne into the car. She waved to her fans from the window before allowing the driver to speed off. Jared signed a few autographs before hailing a cab himself and heading to the show.

He enjoyed his time alone before performances. He didn't like being amped up and wild. He usually meditated and tried to focus on the task at hand. He didn't like to feel preoccupied when performing. He liked to be able to have a very pure interaction and experience with the audience, which was easier to do when you weren't bogged down by other thoughts and concerns. He took a deep breath and tried to center himself as they drove, but all he could think of was Daphne. She was going to do his head in.