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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Celeb › Myth Busters
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,250
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2
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I do not own Myth Busters, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Birds? Producer wants them to test birds? It’s gonna be cool, though. The birds like, explode or something; surely. Maybe they’ll be feeding Alka-Seltzer to seagulls. Of course they won’t. Don’t want angry letters from PETA freaks. Hell, don’t want angry squalling from Kari. But the birds would still be cool though, right?
Wishful thinking. Goddamn birds in a truck. They said that they wouldn’t do this myth a long time ago. This myth is beyond retarded. Totally counter-intuitive. They’d be warned this would happen. The show would get popular, and Discovery would slowly begin to change the focus and format.
Adam is livid. He’s not sure who to be more pissed off at. The producer, who wants them to test goddamn birds, or Jamie, who’s totally apathetic about everything. Adam thought he could release some steam in Jamie’s office, but realized he wasn’t going to get any support when the only response he got from the older man was half a shrug. Of course he didn’t care. Doing these stupid myths like this just gives him less camera time. But when Jamie has less camera time, Adam has less camera time.
He decides to go empty his head in the wood room. On his way down, he passes by Grant and Kari as they’re messing with a toy boat. No one ever told him about a myth involving boats, so he forgets about the wood room and wanders over to see what odd little myth the build team is working on now. Quickly slipping into friendly mode, he moves up close to his friends, easily wrapping his arm around the woman’s small waist. He adores Kari. He has since the moment he first spotted her in the shop. It wasn’t that she rejected his advances; he never had the balls to say anything. She knows how Adam feels, but it’s easier to ignore it and just be friends.
“What’s this?” Adam asks, craning to look over Grant’s shoulder.
“Insurance fraud.” He and Kari laugh at the inside joke as he reaches for a printed off photo to hand over to his friend. “The guy who did that claimed that he was only going twenty-five miles an hour. I’m calling bullshit on it.”
Adam looks down at the photo of a boat that’s been sliced nearly in half by a channel marker. “You guys get to crash a boat?” he asks. Grant doesn’t need to answer for that hot surge of anger and jealousy to rise up in his chest. They’re crashing boats while he’s dicking around with candles and birds.
Kari nods. “Yeah, Tory was thrilled when they gave us this one,” she says with a light laugh. “You should have seen the look on his face. Like a kid at Christmas.”
Adam forces a laugh as he breaks off from the builders to sulk off to the wood room. He has important things to do. Important things that don’t involve birds or candles or boats. He should be crashing boats into poles. He considers breaking into the production meeting and quitting the show right then, but why give them that satisfaction? They’re clearly trying to muscle him off while the younger crew takes over. He pulls down several layers of plywood from the shelves and begins marking off his cuts with a pencil. He’s just about ready to move everything to the table saw when someone pushes the door open.
“Hey. We need a few shot out here.”
“Busy,” he replies. If he doesn’t say anything else and just ignore the Australian, eventually the guy might go away. Maybe. Bastard’s not leaving. He’s just standing there at the door. “Fine. Let me do this, and I’ll be right out.”
The guy decides that’s good enough and wanders off, probably to find Jamie. So they can talk about fucking birds. While everyone else crashes boats. At least all the pieces he needs to cut are exactly the same, so he can get through this before people start to bitch at him again. God forbid he keeps the producer waiting. Hefting all of the pieces over to the table saw, he aligns them up so he can hurry up and make all the cuts at once. He can hear commotion rising up on the other side of the shop as he starts up the saw. At least somebody’s having fun.
The blade on the saw seizes up, jarring Adam’s full attention to his project. Cursing under his breath, he tries to back the stacked wood out of the blade when it suddenly lurches back to life.
He doesn't feel it, but he knows something’s badly wrong. It’s not until he sees the blood that he begins screaming. No one in the building has ever heard this man be as loud as he is right now, and it’s only a matter of seconds before half a dozen people are in the room to see what’s happened.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck?”
Mike grabs a shop rag and wraps it around Adam’s hand. He doesn’t even take the time to see what’s been cut or how badly. He just knows that they need to leave. Now.
“Adam? Jeez, what happened?”
He looks up to see Tory following closely behind.
“Nothing,” he snaps. This guy has some nerve. He wants to shove him, but Mike steers Adam away and out to the parking lot. The producer hurries behind, quick to get into the back seat of Mike’s car.
“Well,” he says as he helps the safety officer get Adam settled into the car. “I guess you’re off the build.”
Wishful thinking. Goddamn birds in a truck. They said that they wouldn’t do this myth a long time ago. This myth is beyond retarded. Totally counter-intuitive. They’d be warned this would happen. The show would get popular, and Discovery would slowly begin to change the focus and format.
Adam is livid. He’s not sure who to be more pissed off at. The producer, who wants them to test goddamn birds, or Jamie, who’s totally apathetic about everything. Adam thought he could release some steam in Jamie’s office, but realized he wasn’t going to get any support when the only response he got from the older man was half a shrug. Of course he didn’t care. Doing these stupid myths like this just gives him less camera time. But when Jamie has less camera time, Adam has less camera time.
He decides to go empty his head in the wood room. On his way down, he passes by Grant and Kari as they’re messing with a toy boat. No one ever told him about a myth involving boats, so he forgets about the wood room and wanders over to see what odd little myth the build team is working on now. Quickly slipping into friendly mode, he moves up close to his friends, easily wrapping his arm around the woman’s small waist. He adores Kari. He has since the moment he first spotted her in the shop. It wasn’t that she rejected his advances; he never had the balls to say anything. She knows how Adam feels, but it’s easier to ignore it and just be friends.
“What’s this?” Adam asks, craning to look over Grant’s shoulder.
“Insurance fraud.” He and Kari laugh at the inside joke as he reaches for a printed off photo to hand over to his friend. “The guy who did that claimed that he was only going twenty-five miles an hour. I’m calling bullshit on it.”
Adam looks down at the photo of a boat that’s been sliced nearly in half by a channel marker. “You guys get to crash a boat?” he asks. Grant doesn’t need to answer for that hot surge of anger and jealousy to rise up in his chest. They’re crashing boats while he’s dicking around with candles and birds.
Kari nods. “Yeah, Tory was thrilled when they gave us this one,” she says with a light laugh. “You should have seen the look on his face. Like a kid at Christmas.”
Adam forces a laugh as he breaks off from the builders to sulk off to the wood room. He has important things to do. Important things that don’t involve birds or candles or boats. He should be crashing boats into poles. He considers breaking into the production meeting and quitting the show right then, but why give them that satisfaction? They’re clearly trying to muscle him off while the younger crew takes over. He pulls down several layers of plywood from the shelves and begins marking off his cuts with a pencil. He’s just about ready to move everything to the table saw when someone pushes the door open.
“Hey. We need a few shot out here.”
“Busy,” he replies. If he doesn’t say anything else and just ignore the Australian, eventually the guy might go away. Maybe. Bastard’s not leaving. He’s just standing there at the door. “Fine. Let me do this, and I’ll be right out.”
The guy decides that’s good enough and wanders off, probably to find Jamie. So they can talk about fucking birds. While everyone else crashes boats. At least all the pieces he needs to cut are exactly the same, so he can get through this before people start to bitch at him again. God forbid he keeps the producer waiting. Hefting all of the pieces over to the table saw, he aligns them up so he can hurry up and make all the cuts at once. He can hear commotion rising up on the other side of the shop as he starts up the saw. At least somebody’s having fun.
The blade on the saw seizes up, jarring Adam’s full attention to his project. Cursing under his breath, he tries to back the stacked wood out of the blade when it suddenly lurches back to life.
He doesn't feel it, but he knows something’s badly wrong. It’s not until he sees the blood that he begins screaming. No one in the building has ever heard this man be as loud as he is right now, and it’s only a matter of seconds before half a dozen people are in the room to see what’s happened.
“Jesus Christ! What the fuck?”
Mike grabs a shop rag and wraps it around Adam’s hand. He doesn’t even take the time to see what’s been cut or how badly. He just knows that they need to leave. Now.
“Adam? Jeez, what happened?”
He looks up to see Tory following closely behind.
“Nothing,” he snaps. This guy has some nerve. He wants to shove him, but Mike steers Adam away and out to the parking lot. The producer hurries behind, quick to get into the back seat of Mike’s car.
“Well,” he says as he helps the safety officer get Adam settled into the car. “I guess you’re off the build.”