Lost Love (Viv vyle show)
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G through L › The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
994
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One more time
This is a month later, everything you need to know is in the chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do not own any Viv Vyle characters, only 2 are mine.
Chapter 8: One more time
“Tristan!”
“Hm?” He turned to his frazzled business partner. “Wow Malcolm. You ok?”
“No and neither is this company.”
“Oh? What’s wrong?”
“The prime minister is coming here tonight! Can you believe it?!”
Tristan, who had always mocked authority, continued to do so. “Wow! Prime minister! Whoo hoo! The queen coming too?” He shook his head.
Malcolm closed his eyes and said, “we have no lead.”
“Hm? Who are we missing?”
“Richard.”
“Ah. So, just tell Dave.”
“He’s not here either. Which means…”
Tristan shook his head. “No way. Not me. No. No!”
“Tristan please! You are the only one here-literally-that has played Erik. We need you or we’re fucked. All of us.”
Tristan thought for a minute, of everyone on staff, of his career, but mostly of Helena…and Sara, that beautiful little girl they’d made. Despite being two years late, he was doing everything to win his little girl-and her mother-over.
“All right. I’ll do it.”
“Bless your heart Tristan. Now, get to make-up.”
He nodded and left.
---
Helena couldn’t believe it. A miracle was happening-or the closest thing to a miracle she’d ever seen. Or in this case heard. Finally, her child was speaking English! She smiled and suddenly realized that Tristan wasn’t there. She sighed and shook her head, smiling at her daughter, thankful that a long-standing issue was over.
She was used to Tristan coming over at all hours, random and predictable as the weather. She walked to her machine and listened: all from Jonathan. She sighed. When was he going to understand that he didn’t make her happy?
Not the way she wanted.
Not the way she needed.
---
Tristan played the part of Phantom/Erik with as much enthusiasm as he had when he auditioned for that part so many years ago. He still knew every word, every line, every scene. Then again, he had spent a lot of time researching like mad, finding everything he could about it.
When the curtains fell, to thunderous applause, he raced behind the set and to make-up so he looked human again. Malcolm grinned. “My god you still got it!”
“Of course. What made you think I didn’t?”
“Nothing.” Tristan nodded and let make-up do their job. It was nearly eleven by the time he left, dragging his tired body to Helena’s.
She looked up at him, tired and ill. He noticed. “Love, what’s wrong?”
“I just can’t keep anything down anymore.” She wiped her face and shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” Tristan frowned but nodded and sat next to her.
“Sara ok?”
“She spoke English! Finally!” She felt her stomach turn and prayed everything would stay down this time.
Tristan grinned. “I told you so.”
“Oh hush” she said, playfully smacking his cheek. He grinned and pulled her tight.
“Thank you” he said quietly.
She looked at him. “For what?”
“For this. All of it. Another chance.”
She nodded. “One more time, Tristan. Just this once. So make it count.”
He nodded and the two eventually fell asleep that way, entwined in each other’s arms.
Disclaimer: Do not own any Viv Vyle characters, only 2 are mine.
Chapter 8: One more time
“Tristan!”
“Hm?” He turned to his frazzled business partner. “Wow Malcolm. You ok?”
“No and neither is this company.”
“Oh? What’s wrong?”
“The prime minister is coming here tonight! Can you believe it?!”
Tristan, who had always mocked authority, continued to do so. “Wow! Prime minister! Whoo hoo! The queen coming too?” He shook his head.
Malcolm closed his eyes and said, “we have no lead.”
“Hm? Who are we missing?”
“Richard.”
“Ah. So, just tell Dave.”
“He’s not here either. Which means…”
Tristan shook his head. “No way. Not me. No. No!”
“Tristan please! You are the only one here-literally-that has played Erik. We need you or we’re fucked. All of us.”
Tristan thought for a minute, of everyone on staff, of his career, but mostly of Helena…and Sara, that beautiful little girl they’d made. Despite being two years late, he was doing everything to win his little girl-and her mother-over.
“All right. I’ll do it.”
“Bless your heart Tristan. Now, get to make-up.”
He nodded and left.
---
Helena couldn’t believe it. A miracle was happening-or the closest thing to a miracle she’d ever seen. Or in this case heard. Finally, her child was speaking English! She smiled and suddenly realized that Tristan wasn’t there. She sighed and shook her head, smiling at her daughter, thankful that a long-standing issue was over.
She was used to Tristan coming over at all hours, random and predictable as the weather. She walked to her machine and listened: all from Jonathan. She sighed. When was he going to understand that he didn’t make her happy?
Not the way she wanted.
Not the way she needed.
---
Tristan played the part of Phantom/Erik with as much enthusiasm as he had when he auditioned for that part so many years ago. He still knew every word, every line, every scene. Then again, he had spent a lot of time researching like mad, finding everything he could about it.
When the curtains fell, to thunderous applause, he raced behind the set and to make-up so he looked human again. Malcolm grinned. “My god you still got it!”
“Of course. What made you think I didn’t?”
“Nothing.” Tristan nodded and let make-up do their job. It was nearly eleven by the time he left, dragging his tired body to Helena’s.
She looked up at him, tired and ill. He noticed. “Love, what’s wrong?”
“I just can’t keep anything down anymore.” She wiped her face and shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” Tristan frowned but nodded and sat next to her.
“Sara ok?”
“She spoke English! Finally!” She felt her stomach turn and prayed everything would stay down this time.
Tristan grinned. “I told you so.”
“Oh hush” she said, playfully smacking his cheek. He grinned and pulled her tight.
“Thank you” he said quietly.
She looked at him. “For what?”
“For this. All of it. Another chance.”
She nodded. “One more time, Tristan. Just this once. So make it count.”
He nodded and the two eventually fell asleep that way, entwined in each other’s arms.