Come Together, A Jon/Stephen Fanfic, (2/4)
Hey,
Oh, DEAR LORD BABY JESUS! I am done with this semester! No more term papers, no more final exams, and no more big class projects! Je suis fini!!!!! XD *jumps up and down*
I am so incredibly happy to be on winter break now! I am can now focus all my time and energy into my fanfics and other personal projects I've been wanting to do for a while. Hell, yeah! ^_^
Anyways, I am sorry that its been a while and am now posting the second chapter of this fic. The last days of classes were especially stressful for me. But I'm done now! Haha! :-P
So, here is the second part to Come Together. I hope you all like it! And, I plan to have the next chapter of A Satirical Scrooge posted soon as well. :-)
Enjoy!
Title: Come Together (2/4)
Author: me
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jon/Stephen (suggesting, but will be more later), Anderson/Keith (suggesting, but will be more later).
Additional Characters: Rachel Maddow, Ellen Degeneres, Wanda Sykes, Sandra Bernhard, P!nk, Dan Savage, Tim Gunn, and David Rakoff. Along with Lewis Black and Bill Maher.
Genre: AU, crack!fic.
Summary: Jon is the leader-of-the-lesbians and Stephen is the leader-of-the-gay-men. ^_^
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one! Just this fic! ;-)
Chapter 2:
David burst through the front doors of Stephen’s mansion. He climbed the stairs, two in each step, and then dashed down the hall toward the east wing.
Out of breath, David stopped at the double doors that lead into Stephen’s room. The doors opened slightly and Tim slipped past.
When Tim saw David, he hurried toward him. Tim glanced down at the large yellow envelope in David’s hand. “Are those the plans for today’s meeting?” Tim asked, whispering.
David took another heavy breath before responding. “Yes, Jon faxed them to me just a few minutes ago. But I have not looked at them closely yet.”
Tim extended his arm and gripped onto David’s forearm. “Be careful what you say to him. He’s not in a good mood today.” Tim made a face that told David that he knew what he was talking about.
Voices behind the doors were muffled and a loud outburst from Stephen startled them. “Tim, I can hear you! Those announcements won’t send themselves! Get going!” Tim mouthed ‘see you later’ to David before briskly walking away. “David, get in here now! You better have those meeting plans with you!”
David pushed open the doors. Stephen’s quarters were large, almost the size of two rooms. It was decorated in burgundy red colors; his bedspread, the walls, the chairs, and the carpet illuminated the room with a regal red atmosphere. There were large windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and covered almost an entire wall in width. Stephen sat in a chair of throne-like size in front of the windows. He had his back to the doors, which always amazed David and others how Stephen could tell who entered his quarters. Anderson and Dan stood on opposite sides of the chair, facing Stephen.
David hurried to Stephen’s side, hearing the last words of their conversation. “I’m telling you, Stephen,” Dan spoke with firmness, “the lesbians are going to continue to hostile towards us no matter what we do! Watch, today they’ll have something new to attack us for.”
“I really don’t think that is their goal, Dan. They are viewed quite differently from us by society and so their issues can be discrepant to our own issues.” Anderson interjected. “But that doesn’t mean they aim to over-power us in society.”
“Discrepant?” Stephen raised an eyebrow at him. “Anderson, what did I say about using big words? Besides, I like Dan’s argument better. It’s more on the edge. I like that!” Dan smiled smugly at his leader’s compliment.
David cleared his throat and Dan took a couple steps back. “I have the plans for the meeting today, Stephen.” Stephen snatched the envelope from David’s hands. “Um…Jon says he and his council will be here at 3:30 p.m.”
Stephen opened the envelope and scanned the pages in front of him. “Oh! I can already say ‘no’ to a couple of things on this plan!” Stephen growled and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “And, would you look at this! Well, Anderson, I think this proves Dan’s point. One of the topics of discussion is on gay vs. lesbian media representation…”
Dan snorted. “I’m pretty sure how that’s going to go. Just watch Sandra try to put up a fight!” He laughed bitterly. “And there’s no doubt that Jon condones her ideals! I can’t believe him…”
“Enough.” When hearing Jon’s name escape Dan’s mouth, Stephen held up his hand, making Dan grow quiet. “Jon is not as guilty as you make him out to be. But that doesn’t mean we won’t show him who he’s up against.”
Dan bowed his head slightly. “We’ll show them like we always do, sir.”
Stephen nodded, sticking the pages back in the envelope and tossed it back to David, who clumsily caught it. Stephen turned to Anderson, looking for his reaction. “Isn’t that right, Anderson?”
Anderson sighed, not exactly happy about the situation, and replied, “Whatever you say, Stephen.”
Stephen laughed and reached out to slap Anderson’s arm. “Ha! That’s my right-hand man!” Stephen stood up and walked closer to the windows to get a good look across the river. “You are excused gentlemen until 3:30 p.m. and do not be late!”
Dan and Anderson followed each other out of the room, passing Tim as he walked briskly back in. “The announcements were sent out, Stephen.” Tim informed his leader. Stephen turned to look at the other man. “Good! Now, I’m hungry! I would like a Rueben sandwich on rye bread, hold the mustard. Oh, and need a drink! I want a piña colada.” Tim nodded and turned to walk out, but Stephen stopped him. “And there better be an umbrella in it! Last time there wasn’t and I was seriously ready to strangle somebody because of it! If it happens this time, it’s going to be you, Tim! Understand?”
Tim jumped, a bit startled by Stephen’s sternness, and nodded wordlessly. He glanced at David, who hadn’t moved from his position next to Stephen’s chair, for a moment before exiting the room. David pondered a question to ask to Stephen, but was too nervous to speak. He began to turn back toward the doors, when Stephen, who now was facing the windows again, sighed heavily. “David, send Jon a message back, telling him that we will be here waiting.” Stephen’s tone became soft, something that rarely David or any of them got a chance to hear.
“Yes, sir.” David left Stephen alone, staring pensively out in the distance.
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Jon, Rachel and the rest of the lesbian-leadership council arrived shortly before meeting time. Jon wanted to catch Stephen by himself for a few moments. He hoped that making an amicable introduction before the meeting might persuade Stephen to be lenient on Sandra’s disputable issue that was to be discussed. It was doubtful, but still Jon remained optimistic.
Anderson greeted them at the front gate to Stephen’s mansion. “Hello, Andy!” Rachel exclaimed and ran up to hug him tightly. “Its always great to see you!”
Anderson smiled widely and kissed her cheek as they embraced. “ Rachel, why do you still call me Andy? We’re not kids anymore.”
Rachel giggled and was about to respond, when Jon interjected.
“Its ‘cause no matter how old you get, you’ll still look like you’re twenty-two years old.” Jon teased, while gesturing for a hug.
“Hey, Jon.” Anderson chuckled and embraced Jon. “How’s it going?”
“Well. And you?” Jon moved aside to allow P!nk, Wanda, Sandra and Ellen to pass through.
Anderson sighed, though still smiling, and ran the palm of his hand over his smooth hair. “Oh, you know, the usual. Trying to keep everything in order and moving at the proper pace, while making sure Stephen stays happy. Not to mention, making sure everyone else stays somewhat sane at the hands of Stephen’s madness.”
Jon raised his eyebrows. Rachel did the same. “Really? That bad, huh?”
Anderson’s eyes got big and he leaned forward, not wanting to appear suspicious. “Oh, yes. Stephen nearly fired all of his staff because there wasn’t coffee already brewed for him when he woke up yesterday.”
Wanda snorted. “Sounds like somebody needs to get laid.” The women all laughed.
“Well that shouldn’t be a problem for him. Right?” Jon inquired.
Anderson cleared his throat, not liking to discuss his boss’s sex life. “Well, it’s been complicated lately.”
Ellen and Wanda exchanged looks. “Isn’t he still dating that one guy…Paul, I think his name is.” Jon pressed further as they walked toward the mansion.
Anderson shook his head. “Oh, no. They’ve been over for quite a while. I’m surprised you didn’t know about it.”
Jon stared, dumbfounded. “What? No, I didn’t.”
Anderson stopped after they all were inside, making them huddle into a group in the foyer. It was always referred to as the foyer, because if anyone called it the lobby, Stephen would have them fired or worse.
“Paul was the one who broke it off. I didn’t catch exactly why, but I think it was because Stephen was not paying as much attention to him as Paul would have liked. As you all know quite well, Stephen’s a bit self-centered.” Anderson explained. The women nodded and Jon smirked.
“Anyways, Stephen took it pretty hard.” Anderson continued. “He ate nothing but strawberry cheesecake and Rocky-Road ice cream for two weeks. He didn’t leave his bed chambers and nobody was allowed in.”
“Wow. He’s starting to sound like a woman.” Sandra quipped. Jon turned to her, giving her a look that told her to “take it easy”.
“How’s he doing now?” Jon asked, looking concerned.
“He’s doing better.” Anderson replied. “Well, he’s forgotten about Paul, if that’s what you mean.” He turned his attention to Rachel and pointed to the staircase directly behind him. “Rachel, if you want to go ahead and get situated in the room, you’re welcome to.”
Rachel nodded and gestured to the rest of the council. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” She and the rest of them made their way up the stairs, but Anderson pulled Jon aside.
He looked around to make sure nobody was watching before reaching into his suit pocket.
“Jon, will you please do me a favor?” He pulled out a small envelope and handed it to Jon. “Lately, I’ve had difficulty sending out my letters. For some ridiculous reason, Dan got permission from Stephen to inspect my mail, trying to figure out where or to whom I’m sending letters to. So, would you please deliver this personally, for me?”
Jon placed the letter in his own pocket. “That’s not a problem. Any time.” He reassured Anderson.
“Thank you, Jon.” Anderson smiled appreciatively.
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Stephen stood in front of his bedchamber windows, staring off into the distance, and drinking his second appletini in the last hour. Jon approached the doors just outside; Stephen recognized his voice. Tim was guarding the door. Stephen didn’t want to talk to anyone, at least until the meeting. Jon greeted a now-smiling Tim and kissed his cheek.
“Oh, Jon! You have no idea how wonderful it is to see you.” Tim chuckled gleefully and grasped Jon’s upper arm, not wanting to let go.
Jon smiled warmly. “Its great to see you too, Tim. You look fantastic as always! Is that a new suit?”
Tim blushed. “Why thank you! Yes, it is new.” Tim took a moment to observe Jon’s ordinary black suit and blue tie. “It looks like you need a new suit, Jon. You know, just because you’re the leader-of-the-lesbians doesn’t mean you have to dress like them.” Tim started to primp and prod at Jon’s suit.
Jon swatted his hands away playfully. “Oh! Tim, settle down…”
Tim removed his hands and shook his head. “I swear I’m only teasing, Jon. Personally, I like how Rachel dresses. I got a look at her before she went into the meeting room. She looks fabulous. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same about you. But you know I love you anyways.” Tim winked playfully at Jon.
Jon smiled and lowered his gaze, a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, I know. Maybe you could make me one sometime. Anything that doesn’t have green, pink, or orange would be great.” Jon teased. “What happen to the last suit you made for yourself? It looked stunning on you!”
Tim replied, his smile fading a bit, “Well, it was kind of ruined a couple of weeks ago when Stephen had a little bit a breakdown and threw his pomegranate martini at me because I forgot to put lime in it.”
Jon stared blankly at him. “Whoa…”
Tim sighed deeply. “Yep.”
Jon felt the need to change the subject, so then asked, “Is he in there? Can I talk to him?”
Tim touched Jon’s shoulder lightly before moving aside to open the door for him. “Good luck.”
Jon stepped through the doorway quietly and did not move or say a word until Tim had closed the door behind him. Stephen didn’t move either. They remained still for what seemed like hours, until Jon decided to make the first move. He figured if he weren’t the one to do it, they’d really stay like that for hours. Jon took a couple of steps forward, just letting his toes touch the beautiful burgundy rug, before speaking.
“Its an amazing view, huh?” Jon mentally smacked himself in the face for such a ridiculous starting sentence. Nevertheless, he continued. “I cannot see the river too well from my mansion, but the view I have of my city is absolutely breathtaking, especially at sunrise and sunset.” Jon waited for a response. All he got was a heavy sigh from Stephen.
Since it wasn’t necessarily a rejection, Jon felt it was safe to take a few more steps forward. Jon could see Stephen watching him in the window’s reflection.
“I must say that I like the new art on the walls in the lobby…I mean, the foyer. It’s a nice new touch, I think.” Jon paused again, patiently waiting for Stephen’s reaction. Nothing but one or two more heavy sighs with a few sips of his drink.
Once again, Jon bravely moved closer to where Stephen was standing. Jon now stood just a couple of feet away from him. “So, how is everything going, Stephen?” Jon stuttered a bit, worried about how the other man might take the personal question.
It obviously provoked something in Stephen, because that’s when he finally turned around to look at Jon directly. “What are you doing, Jon?” There was a resentful tone in Stephen’s voice.
Jon shrugged and smiled wryly at him. “I’m being diplomatic. What’s wrong with that?”
Stephen took another sip of drink. “Because its cheap, Jon. You were never good at brown-nosing people, and so don’t think you can get away with it now.”
Jon lifted his arms in the air, gesturing defensively, though still keeping his voice calm. “But I’m not brown-nosing you in the least, Stephen. I really do care! And, frankly, I am worried about you.”
Stephen huffed. “Whatever, Jon. I know you’re just trying to soften me up before the meeting, so that you can persuade me to sign that treaty of yours. Well, that’s not going to happen.”
Jon smirked a little at Stephen’s paranoia. “Um…I wasn’t thinking of it necessarily in those terms, but I was hoping to ease the tension between us today by having a short informal chat. You never know, it might help.”
Stephen rolled his eyes and chugged down the last of his appletini. “Yeah, well, not today, my friend.”
Jon lowered his head, trying to hide his frown. “Okay, then.”
Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Okay, then? Why do you do that, Jon? How are we supposed to argue with each other, if you continue to be so fucking respectful?” He retorted.
Jon looked up at Stephen. “I don’t like to fight, Stephen, that’s why. You know me, I’m soft and weak.” Jon smiled wryly and reached out to touch Stephen’s arm. “And, frankly, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure being leader. Trust me, if there’s anybody who can honestly say that, its me, Stephen.”
Stephen’s face softened and he turned away for a moment. “Yeah, I know.” It was barely a whisper.
Jon gave his arm a gentle squeeze before saying, “Oh, and I’m really sorry about you and Paul. That must have been painful for you to deal with.”
Stephen whipped his head around to glare at Jon, but was unable to keep a stern face. His voice grew soft and there was a hint of sadness in it. “Yes, well…he was not…he didn’t have the potential to be involved with me, the leader, the boss, the number one guy. He just couldn’t handle me, Jon. It takes a special kind of guy to handle Stephen T. Colbert!” There was his usual child-like confidence in his last statement that made Jon’s heart warm.
Jon smiled fondly. “Yeah, Stephen. It does take a special guy.”
They stood still for several moments, smiling at each other, until there was a knock at the door. Jon stepped back, releasing his grip on Stephen’s arm. Stephen cleared his throat and set his glass on the windowsill. “Come in!”
It was Anderson. “Excuse me for interrupting, but everyone is ready in the meeting room.” He informed.
“We’ll be right there.” Stephen replied, and Anderson nodded, closing the door.
Stephen grabbed his suit jacket and slipped it on as he walked toward the door. Jon walked just a foot behind him.
Before opening the door, his hand on the doorknob, Stephen turned to look at Jon. There was a soft innocence in his expression that made Jon feel nothing but adoration for the man. “You know, Jon, you may be soft…but you’re not weak.”
Jon smiled warmly at Stephen, and they walked to the meeting side by side.
To Be Continued...