((Warning, this is Jon and Vicki. Pretty much guaranteed they'll end up in bed together. Just sayin'.))
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Another day, another hotel. Vicki couldn't really complain; she'd been expecting to be in a different city every other day for the next couple of weeks, after all. Jon had to do his bit to promote 50 Shades....which had premiered in New York the previous Saturday to a crowd of screaming lunatics all desperate to see her husband with his kit off on the big screen.
It had been a crazy evening from start to finish, but Vicki finally understood just how important a P.A. could be to someone in Jon's position. Thanks to Liv, the transition from interview to interview had been smooth and easy, and the questions had all been pre-arranged. No one had pressed either of them for any information they weren't happy to give, and indeed, the red carpet had been filled with shouts of congratulations on both Jon's marriage and his imminent fatherhood. After the premiere had come the party, which again Liv had organised their role in so well that the car was ready to whisk them away just as Vicki started to feel frazzled.
Everyday brought a new press opportunity for Jon to engage in, and though she was invited to all of them, Vicki was glad she didn't have to attend. Like this evening, for example ....Jon had been given a guest spot on one of the many live entertainment shows, and Vicki had graciously declined, choosing instead to curl up in her pajamas and watch the show from the comfort of their ludicrously luxurious hotel suite. She expected him back at any moment, the show long since over, but lying there on her back, her feet up on the couch, feeling the baby stretching in her womb, she missed her husband quite badly. So badly, in fact, that she'd got up and rummaged through his belongings for one of his sweaters to wrap herself up in before returning to her comfortable position on the floor.
Pressing a hand to the side of her now prominent bump, she felt distinctly the push from the inside against her palm, and smiled. "Finally," she told the fetus with a relieved tone to her voice. "Just you keep moving when your dad gets here, or he's going to think I'm making it up again."
Jon was accustomed to the daily grind of PR and promos, but after a while, it all started to wear on him. He was starting to sound like a broken record, answering the same questions over and over, but this was the price one paid for stardom, and the seemingly endless cycle of talk shows and magazine interviews wouldn't last forever. Jon privately wondered if he hadn't sold his soul to Hollywood for the almighty dollar, but thankfully, once things settled down, he and Vicki would be off to the peace and quiet and relative anonymity of Rhy'Din again, until it was time to start all over again. At least, the movie was a success, which was a relief. Had it bombed, his career might have been over, at least as far as the film business was concerned, and while it wasn't exactly Oscar material, he'd put everything he had into the role of Christian Grey.
Thankfully, Liv had been careful to keep their hotels secret from the press, though every now and then a reporter or two figured it out and popped out of the woodwork to accost him with a question or three or a candid photo op. Jon tried to be as gracious and accommodating as possible, but there were times when it got old. Tonight was one of those times. It had been a long day full of public appearances and interviews, flash bulbs flashing and microphones shoved in his face, and all he wanted was a little peace and quiet with his wife for a while.
Unfortunately for him, word had somehow gotten out, and a small crowd was waiting for him outside the hotel when the limo pulled up to drop him off. There was no way around it really, unless he went in through the service entrance, and even then, they'd more than likely follow. He just had to suck it up and deal with the price of fame for another night.
Jon flashed a smile to the crowd as he climbed out of the limo, the security Liv had hired to protect him and Vicki and their privacy flanking him on either side to escort him through the crowd to the door. He stopped every now and then to appease his fans, signing an autograph here, having his picture taken there. It seemed to take forever to get through the gauntlet of fans, but once he made it to the door, he knew it would be all downhill from there. He was almost there when something gave him pause. Scribbling yet another autograph for a gushing fan, his attention was caught by a face in the crowd - a strangely familiar face. It seemed for a moment as if time stood still, his gaze meeting that of a woman's who he didn't know, didn't recognize, and yet whose familiarity made his blood run cold.
For just a split second, it seemed he was a million miles away, walking down a busy street, someone chattering amicably at his side, and then a shot rang out, like a tire blowing out or a gun being fired, and he felt himself falling, a familiar voice screaming his name, but like a flash, the feeling passed. He blinked to clear his head and his vision, but the face was gone, as if it had never been there at all.
He was remotely aware that one of the security guards had taken hold of his arm and was tugging him away from the crowd, and before he could wrap his head around what had just happened, he found himself in the relative safety of the hotel lobby, the elevator dinging to take him to the room where Vicki was patiently awaiting his arrival. Someone asked if he was all right, and he mumbled a reply, muttering that he was just tired, but was that all it was" Jon watched as the floors moved past, the doors opening and closing as other guests came and went, arriving at last at 14, his floor. He mumbled a good night to the remaining guests on the elevator and numbly made his way down the hall to his hotel room.
Arriving outside his hotel room, Jon fumbled in his jacket for the keycard and slid it through the scanner, waiting for the lock to click open before stepping into the room. Home at last. Or at least, as close to home as he was going to get for a while.
As the key sounded in the lock, Vicki lowered her book to her chest, arching her back to raise her eyes and watch upside down as Jon made his way inside. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she smiled in greeting, blowing a hank of bright copper hair out of her eyes as she looked up at him. The smile faded into a concerned frown as she took in his expression, not needing anything else to know that something was up. "Jon, what?s wrong?"
His face was pale, as if he'd just seen a ghost, which was nearly what he'd done, though he didn't know it yet. He stepped out of his shoes, almost automatically, leaving them by the door. Even after a few days away, it felt strange not to have Cosmo barking at his arrival and greeting him at the door. He made his way to the couch, a troubled look on his face, which he didn't even try to hide. There was no point in hiding his confusion; Vicki knew him too well and would only find out sooner or later anyway. "I don't know," he replied. "I think I just had a flashback." He didn't say it like it was a good thing.
Setting her book aside, she shifted, dropping her feet from the couch and struggling to sit up as he moved toward her, reaching up to lay a hand with reassuring affection on his thigh. "Ordinarily I'd say that's good, but I don't think you'd agree with me," she said quietly, drawing him to sit down and settling herself between his knees, arms resting on his thighs as she held his gaze. "What did you see?"
He lowered himself to the couch, partly because he wasn't sure if his legs would hold him upright much longer, a far-away look in his eyes. The doctors had told him he'd probably never regain an ounce of the memories he'd had before the shooting, but doctors were known to have been wrong before. He furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look on his face as he tried to explain what had just happened. "I'm not sure. A woman. Something about her face." He shuddered, for some reason, without really knowing why.
Another day, another hotel. Vicki couldn't really complain; she'd been expecting to be in a different city every other day for the next couple of weeks, after all. Jon had to do his bit to promote 50 Shades....which had premiered in New York the previous Saturday to a crowd of screaming lunatics all desperate to see her husband with his kit off on the big screen.
It had been a crazy evening from start to finish, but Vicki finally understood just how important a P.A. could be to someone in Jon's position. Thanks to Liv, the transition from interview to interview had been smooth and easy, and the questions had all been pre-arranged. No one had pressed either of them for any information they weren't happy to give, and indeed, the red carpet had been filled with shouts of congratulations on both Jon's marriage and his imminent fatherhood. After the premiere had come the party, which again Liv had organised their role in so well that the car was ready to whisk them away just as Vicki started to feel frazzled.
Everyday brought a new press opportunity for Jon to engage in, and though she was invited to all of them, Vicki was glad she didn't have to attend. Like this evening, for example ....Jon had been given a guest spot on one of the many live entertainment shows, and Vicki had graciously declined, choosing instead to curl up in her pajamas and watch the show from the comfort of their ludicrously luxurious hotel suite. She expected him back at any moment, the show long since over, but lying there on her back, her feet up on the couch, feeling the baby stretching in her womb, she missed her husband quite badly. So badly, in fact, that she'd got up and rummaged through his belongings for one of his sweaters to wrap herself up in before returning to her comfortable position on the floor.
Pressing a hand to the side of her now prominent bump, she felt distinctly the push from the inside against her palm, and smiled. "Finally," she told the fetus with a relieved tone to her voice. "Just you keep moving when your dad gets here, or he's going to think I'm making it up again."
Jon was accustomed to the daily grind of PR and promos, but after a while, it all started to wear on him. He was starting to sound like a broken record, answering the same questions over and over, but this was the price one paid for stardom, and the seemingly endless cycle of talk shows and magazine interviews wouldn't last forever. Jon privately wondered if he hadn't sold his soul to Hollywood for the almighty dollar, but thankfully, once things settled down, he and Vicki would be off to the peace and quiet and relative anonymity of Rhy'Din again, until it was time to start all over again. At least, the movie was a success, which was a relief. Had it bombed, his career might have been over, at least as far as the film business was concerned, and while it wasn't exactly Oscar material, he'd put everything he had into the role of Christian Grey.
Thankfully, Liv had been careful to keep their hotels secret from the press, though every now and then a reporter or two figured it out and popped out of the woodwork to accost him with a question or three or a candid photo op. Jon tried to be as gracious and accommodating as possible, but there were times when it got old. Tonight was one of those times. It had been a long day full of public appearances and interviews, flash bulbs flashing and microphones shoved in his face, and all he wanted was a little peace and quiet with his wife for a while.
Unfortunately for him, word had somehow gotten out, and a small crowd was waiting for him outside the hotel when the limo pulled up to drop him off. There was no way around it really, unless he went in through the service entrance, and even then, they'd more than likely follow. He just had to suck it up and deal with the price of fame for another night.
Jon flashed a smile to the crowd as he climbed out of the limo, the security Liv had hired to protect him and Vicki and their privacy flanking him on either side to escort him through the crowd to the door. He stopped every now and then to appease his fans, signing an autograph here, having his picture taken there. It seemed to take forever to get through the gauntlet of fans, but once he made it to the door, he knew it would be all downhill from there. He was almost there when something gave him pause. Scribbling yet another autograph for a gushing fan, his attention was caught by a face in the crowd - a strangely familiar face. It seemed for a moment as if time stood still, his gaze meeting that of a woman's who he didn't know, didn't recognize, and yet whose familiarity made his blood run cold.
For just a split second, it seemed he was a million miles away, walking down a busy street, someone chattering amicably at his side, and then a shot rang out, like a tire blowing out or a gun being fired, and he felt himself falling, a familiar voice screaming his name, but like a flash, the feeling passed. He blinked to clear his head and his vision, but the face was gone, as if it had never been there at all.
He was remotely aware that one of the security guards had taken hold of his arm and was tugging him away from the crowd, and before he could wrap his head around what had just happened, he found himself in the relative safety of the hotel lobby, the elevator dinging to take him to the room where Vicki was patiently awaiting his arrival. Someone asked if he was all right, and he mumbled a reply, muttering that he was just tired, but was that all it was" Jon watched as the floors moved past, the doors opening and closing as other guests came and went, arriving at last at 14, his floor. He mumbled a good night to the remaining guests on the elevator and numbly made his way down the hall to his hotel room.
Arriving outside his hotel room, Jon fumbled in his jacket for the keycard and slid it through the scanner, waiting for the lock to click open before stepping into the room. Home at last. Or at least, as close to home as he was going to get for a while.
As the key sounded in the lock, Vicki lowered her book to her chest, arching her back to raise her eyes and watch upside down as Jon made his way inside. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," she smiled in greeting, blowing a hank of bright copper hair out of her eyes as she looked up at him. The smile faded into a concerned frown as she took in his expression, not needing anything else to know that something was up. "Jon, what?s wrong?"
His face was pale, as if he'd just seen a ghost, which was nearly what he'd done, though he didn't know it yet. He stepped out of his shoes, almost automatically, leaving them by the door. Even after a few days away, it felt strange not to have Cosmo barking at his arrival and greeting him at the door. He made his way to the couch, a troubled look on his face, which he didn't even try to hide. There was no point in hiding his confusion; Vicki knew him too well and would only find out sooner or later anyway. "I don't know," he replied. "I think I just had a flashback." He didn't say it like it was a good thing.
Setting her book aside, she shifted, dropping her feet from the couch and struggling to sit up as he moved toward her, reaching up to lay a hand with reassuring affection on his thigh. "Ordinarily I'd say that's good, but I don't think you'd agree with me," she said quietly, drawing him to sit down and settling herself between his knees, arms resting on his thighs as she held his gaze. "What did you see?"
He lowered himself to the couch, partly because he wasn't sure if his legs would hold him upright much longer, a far-away look in his eyes. The doctors had told him he'd probably never regain an ounce of the memories he'd had before the shooting, but doctors were known to have been wrong before. He furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look on his face as he tried to explain what had just happened. "I'm not sure. A woman. Something about her face." He shuddered, for some reason, without really knowing why.