Midnight Scenes; Stana/Nathan rpf
Midnight Scenes;; Stana/Nathan rpf
Summary: Based on these tweets. (here & here)
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
The exhaustion was beginning to set in among the remaining members of the cast who still hung around the studio. Molly Quinn, Stana Katic, Nathan Fillion and Susan Sullivan sat around the empty set of the Twelfth Precinct, waiting for the crew to arrive from their on-location filming with Seamus and Jon. A large spotlight shone down on the four relaxed cast members, the glare only affecting those who were foolish enough to look at the silver light head on. Soft music played from the black iPhone in Stana's hands, and she hummed along quietly, her back pressed against the couch in Roy Montgomery's office.
“No offense,” Molly's voice cut through the lull in the song, “I'm not much of a Duran Duran fan.” She shifted in the rolling chair, tucking her feet under her, “Maybe more Van Morrison, if you have it” Looking at both Nathan and Stana expectantly, she wasn't surprised when Nathan eyed her.
“Are you questioning my taste in music?” He set down the prop newspaper that had been sitting on the desk, “Because, I'll have you know, Duran Duran is my type of music.” Folding it, Nathan set the paper aside, his eyes drifting to his female costar who snuggled against his side.
Looking up, Susan grinned at the way Nathan and Molly's banter seemed to relax her and Stana, and she couldn't help but crack a faint smile as Nathan's fingers dragged their way lovingly through Stana's hair. She often found herself slipping away from the common role of a matriarchal figure in the show, and more into the role as Molly's grandmother, when Nathan wasn't around. “Seamus and Jon should be back soon, right?”
“I would assume so,” Stana blinked and shifted herself enough to rest her head in Nathan's lap, and she glanced at the iPhone screen, “Andrew said we'd be finishing up a few scenes before midnight.” She couldn't help but yawn at the fact that they would be shooting until midnight, if not even later, and she looked up to where Molly was bent over a textbook. “How can you legitimately study at the time like this?”
“Practice,” Molly flicked a strand of her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder as she eyed the woman whom she had begun to regard as her mother, “It must have something to do with all the late-night studying that I pretend to do on screen.” She grinned a bit as Stana laughed at her comment, and straightening up, Molly stretched as she yawned as well.
The faux door swung open, and an exhausted looking Jon Huertas traipsed in, his partner in crime following after. Both men wore matching suit sets and worn out expressions, the prop coffee containers filled with steaming coffee in hopes that it would wake them up. Jon made a beeline for the couch, then after seeing Nathan and Stana cuddled together on it, he seated himself on the arm at Stana's feet. Slightly more awake, Seamus went for a precarious balancing act on the only remaining space on Montgomery's desk.
“You two are cute,” Jon laughed as Stana let out a yawn and leaned against Nathan's side, and he tipped the coffee mug to his lips, “Someone should get a photo of you two like that.” Leaning forwards, he grabbed the iPhone out of Stana's hands and grinned, looking at the photo on the screen, “You two saw Duran Duran together?”
Stana nodded, a grin spreading onto her lips, and she looked at Nathan, her eyes shinning, “I guess you could say that it was our first date.” She blinked and rested her head on Nathan's thigh, her eyes closing slightly, “It was amazing.”
“You two ready?” Jon held up the iPhone in front of his face, eying the couple through the camera lens, then he grinned, “You two are cuddlers, aren't you?” He snapped two photos in rapid succession, before passing the iPhone back to Stana, who grinned at the pictures of her and Nathan.
“You know,” Nathan grinned a bit mischievously, “You could tweet about this Stana.” He tugged the iPhone from her grasp and opened the Twitter for iPhone app on his phone, grinning a bit as Stana stared at him, “Oh, what's holding you back?” Teasing, Nathan leaned over and kissed Stana lightly on the lips as she straightened up, looping her arm though his.
“Are you sure we should tweet about our relationship before we've made anything public?” She looked to where Molly, Susan and Seamus were all watching the two of them curiously. Reaching up, Stana ran her fingers lightly along the side of Nathan's face, her gaze intent on the side of his face.
“Maybe not,” Nathan pulled Stana's arm out of his and inched himself away from her, “Jon, get over here.” He let out a laugh as both his girlfriend and Jon Huertas looked at him in surprise, “You two can be friends, right?” Nudging Jon into his former place, the two coworkers took their places where Nathan and Stana had been curled up on the couch as he snapped a photo of the two of them looking relaxed.
Replacing the phone in his pocket, Nathan nudged Jon in the knee, “Can I have my girl back please?” He perched himself on Stana's opposite side, pulling her feet into his lap. Leaning back into the leather cushions, he massaged Stana's feet lovingly, his eyes half closed, “Can someone wake me up when we're ready to film?”
“Mhm,” Stana nodded, pulling her feet out of Nathan's lap and cuddling herself against his side. She grabbed his hands and pulled them into her lap, holding onto them tightly, “I may forget through.” Grinning through a yawn, she pulled her hair into a loose bun, before curling against the couch, Nathan's hand still in her's. “I love you.”
“I love you too Stana,” Nathan opened his eyes just enough to eye his girlfriend, “So much.”
The rest of the cast exchanged grins, their eyes all on the two lovebirds on the couch, and they looked away as Stana nuzzled herself against Nathan's side, enjoying how comfortable the couple was in front of them.
Summary: Based on these tweets. (here & here)
Rating: K
Genre: RPF [real person fanfiction]
The exhaustion was beginning to set in among the remaining members of the cast who still hung around the studio. Molly Quinn, Stana Katic, Nathan Fillion and Susan Sullivan sat around the empty set of the Twelfth Precinct, waiting for the crew to arrive from their on-location filming with Seamus and Jon. A large spotlight shone down on the four relaxed cast members, the glare only affecting those who were foolish enough to look at the silver light head on. Soft music played from the black iPhone in Stana's hands, and she hummed along quietly, her back pressed against the couch in Roy Montgomery's office.
“No offense,” Molly's voice cut through the lull in the song, “I'm not much of a Duran Duran fan.” She shifted in the rolling chair, tucking her feet under her, “Maybe more Van Morrison, if you have it” Looking at both Nathan and Stana expectantly, she wasn't surprised when Nathan eyed her.
“Are you questioning my taste in music?” He set down the prop newspaper that had been sitting on the desk, “Because, I'll have you know, Duran Duran is my type of music.” Folding it, Nathan set the paper aside, his eyes drifting to his female costar who snuggled against his side.
Looking up, Susan grinned at the way Nathan and Molly's banter seemed to relax her and Stana, and she couldn't help but crack a faint smile as Nathan's fingers dragged their way lovingly through Stana's hair. She often found herself slipping away from the common role of a matriarchal figure in the show, and more into the role as Molly's grandmother, when Nathan wasn't around. “Seamus and Jon should be back soon, right?”
“I would assume so,” Stana blinked and shifted herself enough to rest her head in Nathan's lap, and she glanced at the iPhone screen, “Andrew said we'd be finishing up a few scenes before midnight.” She couldn't help but yawn at the fact that they would be shooting until midnight, if not even later, and she looked up to where Molly was bent over a textbook. “How can you legitimately study at the time like this?”
“Practice,” Molly flicked a strand of her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder as she eyed the woman whom she had begun to regard as her mother, “It must have something to do with all the late-night studying that I pretend to do on screen.” She grinned a bit as Stana laughed at her comment, and straightening up, Molly stretched as she yawned as well.
The faux door swung open, and an exhausted looking Jon Huertas traipsed in, his partner in crime following after. Both men wore matching suit sets and worn out expressions, the prop coffee containers filled with steaming coffee in hopes that it would wake them up. Jon made a beeline for the couch, then after seeing Nathan and Stana cuddled together on it, he seated himself on the arm at Stana's feet. Slightly more awake, Seamus went for a precarious balancing act on the only remaining space on Montgomery's desk.
“You two are cute,” Jon laughed as Stana let out a yawn and leaned against Nathan's side, and he tipped the coffee mug to his lips, “Someone should get a photo of you two like that.” Leaning forwards, he grabbed the iPhone out of Stana's hands and grinned, looking at the photo on the screen, “You two saw Duran Duran together?”
Stana nodded, a grin spreading onto her lips, and she looked at Nathan, her eyes shinning, “I guess you could say that it was our first date.” She blinked and rested her head on Nathan's thigh, her eyes closing slightly, “It was amazing.”
“You two ready?” Jon held up the iPhone in front of his face, eying the couple through the camera lens, then he grinned, “You two are cuddlers, aren't you?” He snapped two photos in rapid succession, before passing the iPhone back to Stana, who grinned at the pictures of her and Nathan.
“You know,” Nathan grinned a bit mischievously, “You could tweet about this Stana.” He tugged the iPhone from her grasp and opened the Twitter for iPhone app on his phone, grinning a bit as Stana stared at him, “Oh, what's holding you back?” Teasing, Nathan leaned over and kissed Stana lightly on the lips as she straightened up, looping her arm though his.
“Are you sure we should tweet about our relationship before we've made anything public?” She looked to where Molly, Susan and Seamus were all watching the two of them curiously. Reaching up, Stana ran her fingers lightly along the side of Nathan's face, her gaze intent on the side of his face.
“Maybe not,” Nathan pulled Stana's arm out of his and inched himself away from her, “Jon, get over here.” He let out a laugh as both his girlfriend and Jon Huertas looked at him in surprise, “You two can be friends, right?” Nudging Jon into his former place, the two coworkers took their places where Nathan and Stana had been curled up on the couch as he snapped a photo of the two of them looking relaxed.
Replacing the phone in his pocket, Nathan nudged Jon in the knee, “Can I have my girl back please?” He perched himself on Stana's opposite side, pulling her feet into his lap. Leaning back into the leather cushions, he massaged Stana's feet lovingly, his eyes half closed, “Can someone wake me up when we're ready to film?”
“Mhm,” Stana nodded, pulling her feet out of Nathan's lap and cuddling herself against his side. She grabbed his hands and pulled them into her lap, holding onto them tightly, “I may forget through.” Grinning through a yawn, she pulled her hair into a loose bun, before curling against the couch, Nathan's hand still in her's. “I love you.”
“I love you too Stana,” Nathan opened his eyes just enough to eye his girlfriend, “So much.”
The rest of the cast exchanged grins, their eyes all on the two lovebirds on the couch, and they looked away as Stana nuzzled herself against Nathan's side, enjoying how comfortable the couple was in front of them.