Attempted Deflection 8.6
Title: Attempted Deflection
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 04 Sight
Word Count: 1592
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert tries to use spin control around the "eye issue." He fails.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Flying Elbows, Hidden Danger
“I fell,” Robert tried to explain for the umpteenth time. This time he was talking to Hugh, who wasn’t buying it.
“You definitely won’t be Kathy’s favorite person.” Hugh spoke of the lady in the make-up department. He reached out to tap the bruise, amused at the way Robert flinched back. “And I always thought that you would be the abuser in the relationship.”
“Wh…what?” Robert stuttered. “What makes you think that…” he trailed off when several crewmen walked by.
Hugh smiled. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“About Alan or my ‘abusive’ relationship?”
“So it is true?”
Robert’s eyes widened. “Did I just admit to something? Look, yes Alan did it, but it was completely my fault! He was sleeping, my hands were cold and…” Robert made a flailing gesture, “…and elbow,” he ended with. “I was trying to--” Hugh cut him off by holding up his hands and Robert blushed, wondering how much else he would babbled about.
“As much fun as details are…”
***
“Oh. My. God!”
Robert winced at Kathy’s exclamation, the sound echoing off the trailer’s walls. “Ummm…maybe I can come back later.” He tried to back away.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’m going to need as much time with you as I can get.”
“Flattered,” Robert mumbled, approaching and plopping down in a chair.
“Now, what did you do?” Kathy approached and started getting her cover-ups together.
“Fell…”
“On?”
“…the floor?”
Kathy tsk tsked-another person who didn’t believe the fib-and got to work.
***
Robert picked up the script and settled his glasses back on his face as he left the make-up trailer and headed to the set. He hoped the gossip over his eye was over. He had been there for a little over an hour and had been harassed by at least half a dozen people. He really wanted them to just believe his story, which he thought was more believable then what had really happened. Who would believe that he was trying to be playful with his boyfriend and got an elbow to the eye? It sounded like some strange movie plot, nothing that could really happen, but it did and had, the evidence throbbing every minute to taunt him.
He arrived on set and picked up his lab coat, starting to leave Robert behind and become Wilson.
“Well, it is not as bad as the scuttlebutt would have me believe.”
Robert looked over to the director. “Yeah, Kathy did a great job. Sorry about that, I was clumsy.”
“I also heard that you were in a bar fight. Don’t believe that either.” He patted Robert on the back a little harder then necessary.
Robert nodded, slipped his glasses into his lab coat, and walked onto the set to take his mark. He saw Hugh waiting for him.
“Little extra time in the make-up chair?”
“Can we not talk about this?” Robert looked nervously around at everyone setting up the shot.
“But it is so much fun. How is everything at home?”
Robert looked up, surprised Hugh was being so obvious. “Everything is fine. Remember accident…out of the blue…harmless.”
“It has made quite an impact, all over something so small.” Hugh lifted up House’s cane and aimed it at Robert, laughing as it was swiped away.
Robert sat on the edge of Wilson’s desk and rested his hands on his thighs. Taking a deep breath, he leaned towards Hugh whispering, “Hugh, you know me, and you know Alan. I would appreciate you just dropping it. I really do not want to waste the whole day away with this.”
Hugh looked at Robert, his blue eyes looking even bluer. “Maybe if you arrived beat up more frequent…but right now it is delightfully fun.”
Robert looked at him questioningly, and was about to speak when they were interrupted.
“Alright, everybody places, lets check the lighting. Get set, you guys ready?”
Robert went back to his spot, leaving Hugh to put on his ‘House face’. Robert closed his eyes, getting himself set and ready, putting the throbbing eye behind him, and the wounded pride, to become Wilson.
***
The scene was done four hours later. All the angles had been filmed, the lines delivered ad nauseaum till they started to lose meaning, his make-up touched up a few times as the hot lights melted it and revealed the light bruising. Robert pulled out his phone and looked to see if he had missed any calls. He smiled at the notification that he had a text message. He was just about to open it when he was interrupted.
“Robert, good afternoon.”
He grinned at Lisa’s sunshine filled greeting, turning towards her and giving her a quick hug.
“If it’s as bad as I have heard, it’s a wonder you can walk. Are you okay?”
He pulled her fingertips away from his eye. “Yes, I am fine. Pride more wounded than anything. I just wish it would heal faster.”
“Heat and cold?”
“Yes, thanks for your concern, Dr. Cuddy.” He tried to give her a small smile, to sugar-coat his irritation.
“If someone did this to you, you can talk to me about it. I promise I will keep it between us.”
“Lisa, I appreciate that, but you have been talking to Hugh too much. I am fine, I did this to myself, I was clumsy. The specific circumstances are not important.”
She took the hint and gave him a quick hug, waving goodbye as she headed off to Cuddy’s office for her next scene.
Robert waited until she was gone, then quickly sat and pulled up the message, the first true event that brought a real smile to his face since he kissed Alan goodbye that morning..
Miss U, wish U were here, hope the day goes fast, kisses AD
He started to reply, knowing that his sheer inadequacy at the task would be appreciated. He was interrupted by one of the Assistant Directors.
“Robert, we want to get this shot set up before lunch.”
Robert sighed to himself and turned the phone off, sliding it into his pocket. Then he stood and followed the assistant to his mark.
***
Alan was sprawled out on the couch when Robert arrived home. He peered over the top of his book. “Hey, Love,” he greeted softly. Even from across the room he could see how exhausted Robert was, shoulders slumped, movements slow. He sat up and watched Robert wander towards him, falling with a relieved sigh next to him, head back against the cushions. “How’s the eye?”
“Throbbing, but not too bad.” Robert had his eyes closed. He felt fingers brush his cheek and turned his head so that Alan could better see his eye.
“Did the make-up cover most of it?”
“Yeah, though they tried not to film much of that side of me.” He had wiped the make-up off before he had left, knowing that he wouldn’t feel like bothering with it once he was relaxing at home. Alan also had a way of making him forget such trivial things, as well. Like now. He felt the fingers move from his cheek to the back of his neck, squeezing gently, fingers moving to massage away the tension that had built through out the day. He tilted his head forward so Alan could reach better. “Mmmm. Feels good.” He tried hard not to groan the words, but he heard Alan chuckle, so he doubted that he had been successful.
“Glad you are home.”
“Me, too. Kathy wanted to string me up when she saw the eye. Hugh knew you had something to do with it.” He kept his eyes closed, preferring the darkness.
“Told you the falling story wouldn’t fool him. Anyone else notice?”
"Everyone. Even after the make-up was on, the story had made the rounds. Lisa and Jennifer were fretting all over me, it was a little disconcerting. I tried to explain the fall, but they weren't buying it either. They kept probing and asking questions to get the real story, and Hugh just sat there smirking. Don’t think it fooled anyone.”
“Sounds like a long day.”
“Yeah.” Robert gave a weary sigh. He felt Alan remove his hands and shift off the couch. He finally opened his eyes to watch Alan disappear in the direction of the bathroom. Before he could call out to see if he was coming back, he was returning.
Alan sat back down next to Robert and handed him a glass of water and a Mortin. He took the glass back and set it on the table once Robert had drained all of it. He shifted, turning so both his legs where on the couch and moved one in behind Robert’s back so that he was able to get closer. He removed Robert’s glasses and set them down next to the cup and, with gentle hands, he pulled Robert closer, then slowly leaned back to lay down, bringing Robert with him so that his chest was resting against his, shushing any protests, which were few, then ran his hands up and down Robert’s back.
Robert took a deep breath, then sighed happily against Alan’s shoulder. “Gonna fall asleep if you keep that up.”
Alan moved a hand up to the nape of Robert’s neck, letting his warm hand rest there. Robert had sounded like he was on the verge of sleep already. Alan kissed his cheek. “Sleep then.”
Robert didn’t need to be asked twice. There, on the couch, Alan under him and warm hands on him, he fell asleep.
8.07 A difference of Opinion
Fandom: RPS
Story: Highway: Pacific Coast Highway 8.6
Characters: Alan Davies and Robert Sean Leonard
Authors: michelleann68 + evila_elf = evila_ann
Prompt: coclaim100 04 Sight
Word Count: 1592
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Robert tries to use spin control around the "eye issue." He fails.
Authors’ Notes:
Where it all began:
Big table of prompts is here:
Order of the story is here:
Previous story:
Flying Elbows, Hidden Danger
“I fell,” Robert tried to explain for the umpteenth time. This time he was talking to Hugh, who wasn’t buying it.
“You definitely won’t be Kathy’s favorite person.” Hugh spoke of the lady in the make-up department. He reached out to tap the bruise, amused at the way Robert flinched back. “And I always thought that you would be the abuser in the relationship.”
“Wh…what?” Robert stuttered. “What makes you think that…” he trailed off when several crewmen walked by.
Hugh smiled. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“About Alan or my ‘abusive’ relationship?”
“So it is true?”
Robert’s eyes widened. “Did I just admit to something? Look, yes Alan did it, but it was completely my fault! He was sleeping, my hands were cold and…” Robert made a flailing gesture, “…and elbow,” he ended with. “I was trying to--” Hugh cut him off by holding up his hands and Robert blushed, wondering how much else he would babbled about.
“As much fun as details are…”
***
“Oh. My. God!”
Robert winced at Kathy’s exclamation, the sound echoing off the trailer’s walls. “Ummm…maybe I can come back later.” He tried to back away.
“Oh, no you don’t! I’m going to need as much time with you as I can get.”
“Flattered,” Robert mumbled, approaching and plopping down in a chair.
“Now, what did you do?” Kathy approached and started getting her cover-ups together.
“Fell…”
“On?”
“…the floor?”
Kathy tsk tsked-another person who didn’t believe the fib-and got to work.
***
Robert picked up the script and settled his glasses back on his face as he left the make-up trailer and headed to the set. He hoped the gossip over his eye was over. He had been there for a little over an hour and had been harassed by at least half a dozen people. He really wanted them to just believe his story, which he thought was more believable then what had really happened. Who would believe that he was trying to be playful with his boyfriend and got an elbow to the eye? It sounded like some strange movie plot, nothing that could really happen, but it did and had, the evidence throbbing every minute to taunt him.
He arrived on set and picked up his lab coat, starting to leave Robert behind and become Wilson.
“Well, it is not as bad as the scuttlebutt would have me believe.”
Robert looked over to the director. “Yeah, Kathy did a great job. Sorry about that, I was clumsy.”
“I also heard that you were in a bar fight. Don’t believe that either.” He patted Robert on the back a little harder then necessary.
Robert nodded, slipped his glasses into his lab coat, and walked onto the set to take his mark. He saw Hugh waiting for him.
“Little extra time in the make-up chair?”
“Can we not talk about this?” Robert looked nervously around at everyone setting up the shot.
“But it is so much fun. How is everything at home?”
Robert looked up, surprised Hugh was being so obvious. “Everything is fine. Remember accident…out of the blue…harmless.”
“It has made quite an impact, all over something so small.” Hugh lifted up House’s cane and aimed it at Robert, laughing as it was swiped away.
Robert sat on the edge of Wilson’s desk and rested his hands on his thighs. Taking a deep breath, he leaned towards Hugh whispering, “Hugh, you know me, and you know Alan. I would appreciate you just dropping it. I really do not want to waste the whole day away with this.”
Hugh looked at Robert, his blue eyes looking even bluer. “Maybe if you arrived beat up more frequent…but right now it is delightfully fun.”
Robert looked at him questioningly, and was about to speak when they were interrupted.
“Alright, everybody places, lets check the lighting. Get set, you guys ready?”
Robert went back to his spot, leaving Hugh to put on his ‘House face’. Robert closed his eyes, getting himself set and ready, putting the throbbing eye behind him, and the wounded pride, to become Wilson.
***
The scene was done four hours later. All the angles had been filmed, the lines delivered ad nauseaum till they started to lose meaning, his make-up touched up a few times as the hot lights melted it and revealed the light bruising. Robert pulled out his phone and looked to see if he had missed any calls. He smiled at the notification that he had a text message. He was just about to open it when he was interrupted.
“Robert, good afternoon.”
He grinned at Lisa’s sunshine filled greeting, turning towards her and giving her a quick hug.
“If it’s as bad as I have heard, it’s a wonder you can walk. Are you okay?”
He pulled her fingertips away from his eye. “Yes, I am fine. Pride more wounded than anything. I just wish it would heal faster.”
“Heat and cold?”
“Yes, thanks for your concern, Dr. Cuddy.” He tried to give her a small smile, to sugar-coat his irritation.
“If someone did this to you, you can talk to me about it. I promise I will keep it between us.”
“Lisa, I appreciate that, but you have been talking to Hugh too much. I am fine, I did this to myself, I was clumsy. The specific circumstances are not important.”
She took the hint and gave him a quick hug, waving goodbye as she headed off to Cuddy’s office for her next scene.
Robert waited until she was gone, then quickly sat and pulled up the message, the first true event that brought a real smile to his face since he kissed Alan goodbye that morning..
Miss U, wish U were here, hope the day goes fast, kisses AD
He started to reply, knowing that his sheer inadequacy at the task would be appreciated. He was interrupted by one of the Assistant Directors.
“Robert, we want to get this shot set up before lunch.”
Robert sighed to himself and turned the phone off, sliding it into his pocket. Then he stood and followed the assistant to his mark.
***
Alan was sprawled out on the couch when Robert arrived home. He peered over the top of his book. “Hey, Love,” he greeted softly. Even from across the room he could see how exhausted Robert was, shoulders slumped, movements slow. He sat up and watched Robert wander towards him, falling with a relieved sigh next to him, head back against the cushions. “How’s the eye?”
“Throbbing, but not too bad.” Robert had his eyes closed. He felt fingers brush his cheek and turned his head so that Alan could better see his eye.
“Did the make-up cover most of it?”
“Yeah, though they tried not to film much of that side of me.” He had wiped the make-up off before he had left, knowing that he wouldn’t feel like bothering with it once he was relaxing at home. Alan also had a way of making him forget such trivial things, as well. Like now. He felt the fingers move from his cheek to the back of his neck, squeezing gently, fingers moving to massage away the tension that had built through out the day. He tilted his head forward so Alan could reach better. “Mmmm. Feels good.” He tried hard not to groan the words, but he heard Alan chuckle, so he doubted that he had been successful.
“Glad you are home.”
“Me, too. Kathy wanted to string me up when she saw the eye. Hugh knew you had something to do with it.” He kept his eyes closed, preferring the darkness.
“Told you the falling story wouldn’t fool him. Anyone else notice?”
"Everyone. Even after the make-up was on, the story had made the rounds. Lisa and Jennifer were fretting all over me, it was a little disconcerting. I tried to explain the fall, but they weren't buying it either. They kept probing and asking questions to get the real story, and Hugh just sat there smirking. Don’t think it fooled anyone.”
“Sounds like a long day.”
“Yeah.” Robert gave a weary sigh. He felt Alan remove his hands and shift off the couch. He finally opened his eyes to watch Alan disappear in the direction of the bathroom. Before he could call out to see if he was coming back, he was returning.
Alan sat back down next to Robert and handed him a glass of water and a Mortin. He took the glass back and set it on the table once Robert had drained all of it. He shifted, turning so both his legs where on the couch and moved one in behind Robert’s back so that he was able to get closer. He removed Robert’s glasses and set them down next to the cup and, with gentle hands, he pulled Robert closer, then slowly leaned back to lay down, bringing Robert with him so that his chest was resting against his, shushing any protests, which were few, then ran his hands up and down Robert’s back.
Robert took a deep breath, then sighed happily against Alan’s shoulder. “Gonna fall asleep if you keep that up.”
Alan moved a hand up to the nape of Robert’s neck, letting his warm hand rest there. Robert had sounded like he was on the verge of sleep already. Alan kissed his cheek. “Sleep then.”
Robert didn’t need to be asked twice. There, on the couch, Alan under him and warm hands on him, he fell asleep.
8.07 A difference of Opinion