a dangerous alliance
title: a dangerous alliance
pairing: heath/evelynn
rating: pg/pg-13
summary: and when she came back, her eyes were always shining and traces of laughter were present in her face.
notes: au ending.
He was getting tired of the oh-so-cliched lifestyle he was leading.
The typical bad boy who leaves hearts broken everywhere he turns.
The tabloids told him more about his life than he knew.
Pills that weren't prescribed and long nights alone weren't suffice enough to save him.
His eyes were dark but inside was a steady heart.
*
Spontaneously, he took the wrong freeway, wrong turn, and sped in the dark night.
Just what I need, time alone.
He showed his passport to the man, paid the toll fee and continued on his way.
Welcome to Montreal, Canada.
And he couldn't help but smile at his luck.
*
He stayed up in the hotel room, sullen eyes and all.
He usually knew how to play the brooding artist well and this time he didn't need a script.
He watched day turn into night and the cycle repeated.
And every day around eight in the morning, he saw her walking.
*
It started out as a casual observation.
Another girl lugging a bag, no doubt on her way to school.
But they way she carried herself, head bend down with a hint of mischief.
And when she came back, her eyes were always shining and traces of laughter were present in her face.
*
Nothing usually surprised him, but when he sat down at the cafe outside his hotel, he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.
Seducing a girl? A girl old enough to practically be my sister or, god forbid, my daughter?
And when he saw her up close, his thoughts instantly vanished.
Small, pale face and dark-haired, raven like in its beauty.
But her eyes, oh god, her eyes.
Her dark and warm/cold eyes held a veil of the the world she'd seen and her perfect imperfections.
Small lips that held a presence of an almost-there smile.
She was captivating, not for her beauty, but for her aura.
He saw her go and shook his head.
This is dangerous.
*
"Hello."
"Hi."
"I'm Heath."
She looked up at him, so small compared to him, "I'm Evelynn."
*
They spent afternoons together.
She eventually found out who he really was.
"I liked you in 10 Things I Hate About You."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, it was okay."
And he laughed, despite her nonchalance.
She never told him, but she watched it more than once just for Patrick.
"Why are you in Montreal?"
"I don't know it just happened. You?"
"I'm here with my mom. I used to leave in Argentina."
He realized that maybe she didn't have a perfect life, either.
*
He invited her up to her hotel room.
The bellman opened the door.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a daughter, sir?"
They laughed but his words made what they were going to do seem even more real.
They both knew perfectly well this was so, so fucking wrong, but they both entered the elevator.
When his lips touched her neck, she gave in.
Her small but present conscience said no, no, no but something else pushed her inside the room.
She sat on a sofa, slowly taking off her button-down shirt.
"Are you sure?"
And she nodded and crept into bed and he followed.
He held her trembling hand and asked her again and she nodded.
Dangerous game. A sorry won't fix this one.
*
It was over; she never confessed it was her first time.
She bled and she apologized profusely.
"It's okay, Evey, really it is."
But she shook her head over and over, blushing and holding herself together.
He cradled her in his arms, "Shh, it's okay. It's just me, it's okay."
And she looked up at him, eyes shining with tears and something else.
Years later, he'll look back and think, It's like she gave me hope for my redemption with that look.
*
Two days later, he had to leave.
Casting call for some part of a movie and he couldn't hold it off any longer.
Big part, they'd tell him, get your ass over here, now.
She held his hand at the cafe where they met everyday and he looked into her eyes.
"I can't explain this."
"You don't have to."
They walked out, "Come with me. Come with me to LA."
She looked at him crazily, "And what? Play the role of a forgotten niece who's living with her uncle?"
He looked up at the dark sky, "Call me crazy, but I need you there."
"I can't do that. I just can't be caged like that."
The rain fell and his tears camouflaged with the drops.
"I'll miss you."
She bent her face down, "Yeah."
She felt so complete with him, but her mouth just couldn't say it.
*
Three years pass by.
He's become more famous and she remains the same.
Same precocious child in a nineteen-year old's body.
She's reading her book at the desk, her mind somewhere so far away.
"Room for one, please."
Broken by the man's words, she turns to look at him.
And by his look, he's surprised.
Still coy but only older (more time to develop new tricks).
She bites her lip, "Room for one, sir?"
He chuckles (the first time in years), "No, room for two adults."
And they're both smiling as memories come back.
pairing: heath/evelynn
rating: pg/pg-13
summary: and when she came back, her eyes were always shining and traces of laughter were present in her face.
notes: au ending.
He was getting tired of the oh-so-cliched lifestyle he was leading.
The typical bad boy who leaves hearts broken everywhere he turns.
The tabloids told him more about his life than he knew.
Pills that weren't prescribed and long nights alone weren't suffice enough to save him.
His eyes were dark but inside was a steady heart.
*
Spontaneously, he took the wrong freeway, wrong turn, and sped in the dark night.
Just what I need, time alone.
He showed his passport to the man, paid the toll fee and continued on his way.
Welcome to Montreal, Canada.
And he couldn't help but smile at his luck.
*
He stayed up in the hotel room, sullen eyes and all.
He usually knew how to play the brooding artist well and this time he didn't need a script.
He watched day turn into night and the cycle repeated.
And every day around eight in the morning, he saw her walking.
*
It started out as a casual observation.
Another girl lugging a bag, no doubt on her way to school.
But they way she carried herself, head bend down with a hint of mischief.
And when she came back, her eyes were always shining and traces of laughter were present in her face.
*
Nothing usually surprised him, but when he sat down at the cafe outside his hotel, he didn't know what the fuck he was doing.
Seducing a girl? A girl old enough to practically be my sister or, god forbid, my daughter?
And when he saw her up close, his thoughts instantly vanished.
Small, pale face and dark-haired, raven like in its beauty.
But her eyes, oh god, her eyes.
Her dark and warm/cold eyes held a veil of the the world she'd seen and her perfect imperfections.
Small lips that held a presence of an almost-there smile.
She was captivating, not for her beauty, but for her aura.
He saw her go and shook his head.
This is dangerous.
*
"Hello."
"Hi."
"I'm Heath."
She looked up at him, so small compared to him, "I'm Evelynn."
*
They spent afternoons together.
She eventually found out who he really was.
"I liked you in 10 Things I Hate About You."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, it was okay."
And he laughed, despite her nonchalance.
She never told him, but she watched it more than once just for Patrick.
"Why are you in Montreal?"
"I don't know it just happened. You?"
"I'm here with my mom. I used to leave in Argentina."
He realized that maybe she didn't have a perfect life, either.
*
He invited her up to her hotel room.
The bellman opened the door.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a daughter, sir?"
They laughed but his words made what they were going to do seem even more real.
They both knew perfectly well this was so, so fucking wrong, but they both entered the elevator.
When his lips touched her neck, she gave in.
Her small but present conscience said no, no, no but something else pushed her inside the room.
She sat on a sofa, slowly taking off her button-down shirt.
"Are you sure?"
And she nodded and crept into bed and he followed.
He held her trembling hand and asked her again and she nodded.
Dangerous game. A sorry won't fix this one.
*
It was over; she never confessed it was her first time.
She bled and she apologized profusely.
"It's okay, Evey, really it is."
But she shook her head over and over, blushing and holding herself together.
He cradled her in his arms, "Shh, it's okay. It's just me, it's okay."
And she looked up at him, eyes shining with tears and something else.
Years later, he'll look back and think, It's like she gave me hope for my redemption with that look.
*
Two days later, he had to leave.
Casting call for some part of a movie and he couldn't hold it off any longer.
Big part, they'd tell him, get your ass over here, now.
She held his hand at the cafe where they met everyday and he looked into her eyes.
"I can't explain this."
"You don't have to."
They walked out, "Come with me. Come with me to LA."
She looked at him crazily, "And what? Play the role of a forgotten niece who's living with her uncle?"
He looked up at the dark sky, "Call me crazy, but I need you there."
"I can't do that. I just can't be caged like that."
The rain fell and his tears camouflaged with the drops.
"I'll miss you."
She bent her face down, "Yeah."
She felt so complete with him, but her mouth just couldn't say it.
*
Three years pass by.
He's become more famous and she remains the same.
Same precocious child in a nineteen-year old's body.
She's reading her book at the desk, her mind somewhere so far away.
"Room for one, please."
Broken by the man's words, she turns to look at him.
And by his look, he's surprised.
Still coy but only older (more time to develop new tricks).
She bites her lip, "Room for one, sir?"
He chuckles (the first time in years), "No, room for two adults."
And they're both smiling as memories come back.