Backup Plan (rp for mrscarlyking)

[finallymadeit]

Ryan gave his word, and he'll keep it. He'll meet Carly after the Grammy's with...Stuart. And he'll be gentlemanly about it.

"Gentlemanly" in this case meaning "not breaking things or swearing".

Lingering by the back door and resisting the urge to check his watch again, he waits for Carly to appear.

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[mrscarlyking]

"I've made my decision, Stuart!" Carly stormed out of the back door, fishing for her cell phone to call Ryan.

This was not going to plan. Instead of being his usual non-committal self, Stuart had decided her to parade her all over the red carpet, introducing her by her full name to every camera that he could find. And now he was determined to hold onto her for the tour.

"You can't leave me. I'm the Hellrocker - no one leaves me."

He grabbed her arm, preventing her from moving. "Let go, Stuart..."

[finallymadeit]

Ryan is a bit startled by their sudden appearance - so, this is the infamous Hellrocker. Delightful. He lingers for a moment, back in the shadows, wondering if he should interfere just yet, or let them have their little...lovers spat.

Of course, Stuart grabbing Carly's arm almost makes up his mind for him.

[mrscarlyking]

"You can't walk out on me! I have a career, and you've got nothing!"

He's uncomfortably close now, and Carly's readying herself to summon a fireball, and cover be damned. "This is not about you, Stuart."

Stuart closes his hand on the front of her dress. "I said no. You're staying for the tour. That's my final answer."

Carly lifts up her hands to push his away. "It's over, Stuart."

Which is when his hand comes up and smacks her in the mouth, sending her crashing to the ground.

[finallymadeit]

- Okay, forget waiting. Forget everything, even where he is and who he is and all that. Nobody does that. Not to a girl. Not to Carly. Not to her.

It happens fast, very fast, the mix of adrenaline and anger reminding him of fights on the playground when he was younger. One minute he's standing there watching, and the next he's on top of someone, fists plowing into their chest, face, over and over, seeing nothing but red.