Demily One Shot-A little sin called jealousy
Title: A little sin called jealousy
Author: Tinkrella
Genre: Demily one shot
Rating: M
Summary: Just because Brennan doesn't understand jealousy doesn't mean Emily can't.
*Mild Season Six Spoiler Warning*
*Gasp. This is a true one shot. It has no back story really...and doesn't connect to my other fic in any way. I'm shocked with myself. Though, for extra credit, I'm sure some of you could find some way to tie it into my baby Claire series. ;) I was inspired to write this because Emily was just so darn cute in that interview where she talked about being jealous.
It was four o'clock on a Thursday afternoon, and instead of going over the scenes for the next day, Emily paced in a furious back and forth motion. Her trailer wasn't that large and each time she reached the end, she had to hurriedly turn around and walk back the other way. 15 more feet and the motion was repeated all over again.
She looked ridiculous. She felt ridiculous. The script she had received that morning, with brand new scenes that were just added, was clinched tightly in her hand. Emily didn't even care that the rainbow colored pages were crinkled beyond repair.
Glancing at her Blackberry that sat on the small table, she sighed out loud. The time tormented her. Each minute that passed was one more minute that he was late. He was already 30 minutes late. Would he dare make it 40? No messages. No miss calls. No emails. The phone made her feel even worse.
Suddenly, she was angry. More angry than she was before. She couldn't stop the rush of emotions from invading her senses. Throwing her arm in the air, she sent the script flying across the room. It's binding came undone and pages flew everywhere. She didn't bother to pick them up.
What infuriated Emily the most, was that she was letting him get to her. She was letting a man dictate her moods, her day, her profession. Berating herself, she took a deep breath that blew her long bangs right off of her forehead.
With resolve she didn't have before, she threw open her door, walked down the steps, and practically stomped over to the next trailer. No one was around, which was good, because she felt like she would bite anyone's head off who came near her.
Without even knocking, Emily burst into his trailer and then stopped suddenly, as she took in the image that awaited her. "David?"
"Emily?" The door slammed shut behind her and echoed throughout the metal room. Out of all the things she had imagined David blowing her off for, she hadn't imagined the sight before her.
David was sitting on the sofa, script in hand, and Katheryn was sitting in a chair directly opposite him. Their bodies were so close that their legs were touching. Katheryn's script had fallen to the ground at the interuption, and she leaned over to pick it up.
In that moment, there was only one emotion that cursed through Emily's veins. Jealousy. Pure, spiteful, angry, jealously. She had never felt it that bad before. All conversation in the room had ceased, and David was staring up at her in concern.
"Are you okay?" He was worried, it made her fists clinch even tighter. Crossing her arms over her chest, she narrowed her eyes. Emily wished he was angry. She was in the mood for a fight.
"No, I'm not okay." She snapped, in a cool tone. She was ignoring Katheryn's presence completely. She didn't care if it was rude.
"What's wrong?" David's brows were furrowed in complete confusion.
Emily decided right then and there that she wasn't going to hold anything back. With the jealousy came hurt, and it surprisngly stung more than she thought it would. He had replaced her. Five weeks of working with another beautiful woman was all it had taken for him to completely forget she existed.
"You are what's wrong!" Realizing he was about to get screamed at, he held up his hand.
"Em...can't this wait? Maybe we should talk about this later when we're alone?" He sent Katheryn a sympathetic nod. David knew right away that that had been the wrong thing to say. A fire sparked in Emily's eyes and her jaw clinched in fury.
"I just wasted 30 minutes of my time waiting for you to come reherse, so no, this can't wait." Realization dawned on him, but she gave him no opportunity to interrupt. Last weekend, we were supposed to meet for lunch, and I waited for you then too. Monday you were supposed to be at the Fox party so I wouldn't have to walk the damn red carpet discussing our show by myself. I guess you had other plans though. Maybe Hart can change the name of the show to Hannah and then you can cut me out of your life completely!" Emily had never gone off on David that way before. She had so much built up that it just kept spewing out and there was nothing she could do to stop it. When she was finished, she felt like a weight had been lifted, but, with that, came a price.
David was staring at her with a stunned expression and Katheryn was awkwardly avoiding both of their gazes. The tension in the room made the air so thick, she could barely breath. Like her tirade, she couldn't control the tears that started streaming down her cheeks. Embarrassed, defeated, and suddenly exhausted, she turned around and escaped out the trailer door.
Katheryn was the first to break the awkward silence. "I thought you told me you two were just friends?" It was a ridiculous question. She had known her first day on set that those two were definitely more than friends.
"We are." Rubbing his temples, David let out a raspy groan. Katheryn eyed him with an incredulous smirk and he defended, "it's complicated."
"I can see that." She joked.
"I...have to go." He stood up suddenly, and threw his script against that sofa. "Sorry." He apologized, but he was pre-occupied with rushing to the door. Knowing his thoughts were elsewhere, she urged him on.
It took David less than a minute to reach her door. He didn't give the onlookers walking by a second glance. The gossip on set would be well fueled for the next few days. He was sure of it.
Like he had known better than to interupt her, he always knew better than to barge right in without knocking. He knocked three times, giving her ample warning that he was there, and then he proceeded into the trailer.
"Go away." She said, before the door had even shut behind him.
"No." He argued, and took in her appearance. She was sitting on the edge of her small bed with a wad of tissues in her hand. Big, black lines of Mascara were running down her tear stained face and her eyes were red.
"I shouldn't have done that. Please, can we just talk about it later?" Emily practically begged.
She wouldn't meet his gaze and it unsettled him. He stepped closer to her as he spoke. "No. We should talk about it now."
"David..." Her voice was a soft whine. Not caring if she objected to it or not, he came and sat down beside her. The bed shifted under his weight, but she still didn't meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry. Katheryn asked me to help her with her lines and I forgot all about our plans." His apology was sincere. It was clear he wasn't saying it just to placate her, but she shook her head anyway.
"Just forget it. I overreacted." Suddenly, she felt stupid, like she had manipulated him into caring about her and that was the last thing she wanted.
"Emily...why wont you look at me?" He couldn't stand that her blue eyes were focused on the floor and not on him. At his question, her eyes found his and his lips curled into a sad smile. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I cancelled our lunch because I thought you wanted some space." Emily and her boyfriend had broken up two weeks before and as a result, her emotions had been all over the place. "I ended up having to film late Monday. If I had known how badly you wanted me at that party, I would have come after."
She listened to his words intently, but she wasn't sure she believed them. They had been growing a part since the summer hiatus and Katheryn's appearance on set had only made it worse.
"Are you in love with her?" She wasn't even sure she wanted the answer, but she felt compelled to ask the question anyway.
Instead of putting on a fake display of outrage like some guys would, David simply shook his head and sighed. "No. Not at all." He wanted to tell her that there was no room in his heart to love anyone, not even his own wife, because it was too full with his love for her. But, he couldn't. They had unspoken rules about those things. Their statements of adoration went no further than an occasional agreement of mutual attraction. That was the line they had unconsciously drawn over the past year, and it had to stay that way for an undetermined amount of time.
Finding nothing but honesty in his brown eyes, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. David noticed, and couldn't help but smile. "I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry. You've been there for me and I wasn't there for you."
She didn't accept his apology with words, but her hand came to rest in his, and he took that as her silent acceptance. "I would never try and cut you out of my life, Emily." He threw her words back at her and a blush spread across her cheeks. "I can't." Just thinking of a life without her made him get choked up, so he pushed those thoughts out of his mind.
"I can't either." She whispered in a breathy voice. Emily rested her head on his strong shoulder and they sat in silence for awhile until his stomach rumbled loudly.
"Do you wanna go grab something to eat? We can work on our lines too." He glanced at the floor that was covered in the rainbow pages of the script. "Orrrrr...not." His teasing tone made her smile.
"Can we order something? I look like complete crap." Emily lifted her head up, and their gazes locked once again. Her lips were red and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her. He couldn't though. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started....and that was something they weren't ready for yet.
"We can do anything you want." And he meant it.
Author: Tinkrella
Genre: Demily one shot
Rating: M
Summary: Just because Brennan doesn't understand jealousy doesn't mean Emily can't.
*Mild Season Six Spoiler Warning*
*Gasp. This is a true one shot. It has no back story really...and doesn't connect to my other fic in any way. I'm shocked with myself. Though, for extra credit, I'm sure some of you could find some way to tie it into my baby Claire series. ;) I was inspired to write this because Emily was just so darn cute in that interview where she talked about being jealous.
It was four o'clock on a Thursday afternoon, and instead of going over the scenes for the next day, Emily paced in a furious back and forth motion. Her trailer wasn't that large and each time she reached the end, she had to hurriedly turn around and walk back the other way. 15 more feet and the motion was repeated all over again.
She looked ridiculous. She felt ridiculous. The script she had received that morning, with brand new scenes that were just added, was clinched tightly in her hand. Emily didn't even care that the rainbow colored pages were crinkled beyond repair.
Glancing at her Blackberry that sat on the small table, she sighed out loud. The time tormented her. Each minute that passed was one more minute that he was late. He was already 30 minutes late. Would he dare make it 40? No messages. No miss calls. No emails. The phone made her feel even worse.
Suddenly, she was angry. More angry than she was before. She couldn't stop the rush of emotions from invading her senses. Throwing her arm in the air, she sent the script flying across the room. It's binding came undone and pages flew everywhere. She didn't bother to pick them up.
What infuriated Emily the most, was that she was letting him get to her. She was letting a man dictate her moods, her day, her profession. Berating herself, she took a deep breath that blew her long bangs right off of her forehead.
With resolve she didn't have before, she threw open her door, walked down the steps, and practically stomped over to the next trailer. No one was around, which was good, because she felt like she would bite anyone's head off who came near her.
Without even knocking, Emily burst into his trailer and then stopped suddenly, as she took in the image that awaited her. "David?"
"Emily?" The door slammed shut behind her and echoed throughout the metal room. Out of all the things she had imagined David blowing her off for, she hadn't imagined the sight before her.
David was sitting on the sofa, script in hand, and Katheryn was sitting in a chair directly opposite him. Their bodies were so close that their legs were touching. Katheryn's script had fallen to the ground at the interuption, and she leaned over to pick it up.
In that moment, there was only one emotion that cursed through Emily's veins. Jealousy. Pure, spiteful, angry, jealously. She had never felt it that bad before. All conversation in the room had ceased, and David was staring up at her in concern.
"Are you okay?" He was worried, it made her fists clinch even tighter. Crossing her arms over her chest, she narrowed her eyes. Emily wished he was angry. She was in the mood for a fight.
"No, I'm not okay." She snapped, in a cool tone. She was ignoring Katheryn's presence completely. She didn't care if it was rude.
"What's wrong?" David's brows were furrowed in complete confusion.
Emily decided right then and there that she wasn't going to hold anything back. With the jealousy came hurt, and it surprisngly stung more than she thought it would. He had replaced her. Five weeks of working with another beautiful woman was all it had taken for him to completely forget she existed.
"You are what's wrong!" Realizing he was about to get screamed at, he held up his hand.
"Em...can't this wait? Maybe we should talk about this later when we're alone?" He sent Katheryn a sympathetic nod. David knew right away that that had been the wrong thing to say. A fire sparked in Emily's eyes and her jaw clinched in fury.
"I just wasted 30 minutes of my time waiting for you to come reherse, so no, this can't wait." Realization dawned on him, but she gave him no opportunity to interrupt. Last weekend, we were supposed to meet for lunch, and I waited for you then too. Monday you were supposed to be at the Fox party so I wouldn't have to walk the damn red carpet discussing our show by myself. I guess you had other plans though. Maybe Hart can change the name of the show to Hannah and then you can cut me out of your life completely!" Emily had never gone off on David that way before. She had so much built up that it just kept spewing out and there was nothing she could do to stop it. When she was finished, she felt like a weight had been lifted, but, with that, came a price.
David was staring at her with a stunned expression and Katheryn was awkwardly avoiding both of their gazes. The tension in the room made the air so thick, she could barely breath. Like her tirade, she couldn't control the tears that started streaming down her cheeks. Embarrassed, defeated, and suddenly exhausted, she turned around and escaped out the trailer door.
Katheryn was the first to break the awkward silence. "I thought you told me you two were just friends?" It was a ridiculous question. She had known her first day on set that those two were definitely more than friends.
"We are." Rubbing his temples, David let out a raspy groan. Katheryn eyed him with an incredulous smirk and he defended, "it's complicated."
"I can see that." She joked.
"I...have to go." He stood up suddenly, and threw his script against that sofa. "Sorry." He apologized, but he was pre-occupied with rushing to the door. Knowing his thoughts were elsewhere, she urged him on.
It took David less than a minute to reach her door. He didn't give the onlookers walking by a second glance. The gossip on set would be well fueled for the next few days. He was sure of it.
Like he had known better than to interupt her, he always knew better than to barge right in without knocking. He knocked three times, giving her ample warning that he was there, and then he proceeded into the trailer.
"Go away." She said, before the door had even shut behind him.
"No." He argued, and took in her appearance. She was sitting on the edge of her small bed with a wad of tissues in her hand. Big, black lines of Mascara were running down her tear stained face and her eyes were red.
"I shouldn't have done that. Please, can we just talk about it later?" Emily practically begged.
She wouldn't meet his gaze and it unsettled him. He stepped closer to her as he spoke. "No. We should talk about it now."
"David..." Her voice was a soft whine. Not caring if she objected to it or not, he came and sat down beside her. The bed shifted under his weight, but she still didn't meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry. Katheryn asked me to help her with her lines and I forgot all about our plans." His apology was sincere. It was clear he wasn't saying it just to placate her, but she shook her head anyway.
"Just forget it. I overreacted." Suddenly, she felt stupid, like she had manipulated him into caring about her and that was the last thing she wanted.
"Emily...why wont you look at me?" He couldn't stand that her blue eyes were focused on the floor and not on him. At his question, her eyes found his and his lips curled into a sad smile. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I cancelled our lunch because I thought you wanted some space." Emily and her boyfriend had broken up two weeks before and as a result, her emotions had been all over the place. "I ended up having to film late Monday. If I had known how badly you wanted me at that party, I would have come after."
She listened to his words intently, but she wasn't sure she believed them. They had been growing a part since the summer hiatus and Katheryn's appearance on set had only made it worse.
"Are you in love with her?" She wasn't even sure she wanted the answer, but she felt compelled to ask the question anyway.
Instead of putting on a fake display of outrage like some guys would, David simply shook his head and sighed. "No. Not at all." He wanted to tell her that there was no room in his heart to love anyone, not even his own wife, because it was too full with his love for her. But, he couldn't. They had unspoken rules about those things. Their statements of adoration went no further than an occasional agreement of mutual attraction. That was the line they had unconsciously drawn over the past year, and it had to stay that way for an undetermined amount of time.
Finding nothing but honesty in his brown eyes, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. David noticed, and couldn't help but smile. "I've been a bad friend. I'm sorry. You've been there for me and I wasn't there for you."
She didn't accept his apology with words, but her hand came to rest in his, and he took that as her silent acceptance. "I would never try and cut you out of my life, Emily." He threw her words back at her and a blush spread across her cheeks. "I can't." Just thinking of a life without her made him get choked up, so he pushed those thoughts out of his mind.
"I can't either." She whispered in a breathy voice. Emily rested her head on his strong shoulder and they sat in silence for awhile until his stomach rumbled loudly.
"Do you wanna go grab something to eat? We can work on our lines too." He glanced at the floor that was covered in the rainbow pages of the script. "Orrrrr...not." His teasing tone made her smile.
"Can we order something? I look like complete crap." Emily lifted her head up, and their gazes locked once again. Her lips were red and he was overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her. He couldn't though. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop once he started....and that was something they weren't ready for yet.
"We can do anything you want." And he meant it.