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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Celeb › Myth Busters
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,249
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Untitled Quickie
Fucking bastard. They’ve known each other for a long time. Goddamn years. There really are no friends in this business. Tory jumped all over the chance to steal Adam’s thunder. It wasn’t even the first time. Probably not the last.
Producer said it was the insurance company. He tried to reason. Think about the show. “There is no show if you get hurt,” he said.
It wasn’t insurance. It wasn’t the possibility of fucked up scheduling. Adam was getting too goddamn old. Kids don’t want to see some almost-forty balding hack do the jump. Kids wanted to see someone their own age (or at least someone who could pass for their own age). In the few seasons the show had been on the air, Adam felt like he’d aged ten years. It wasn’t like it was his fault, though. He worked hard just to go home and chase after two kids all night. Most days, he didn’t even shave before going in to the shop.
Gingers don’t look good scruffy. Most guys look sexy when they go for a few days without picking up a razor. They get that rugged, I’ve got better things to do look. Red hair just makes your face look dirty when you don’t shave. And not sexy dirty. Not like you’ve just spent all day working on a small block engine, lying on cardboard and cold concrete. No; you look like you haven’t washed your face in days.
Tory can go a few days without shaving, and the producer loves it. Tells him to keep the look. Adam comes in without shaving, and the producer tells him to clean himself up before filming.
That’s why Tory’s doing the jump. Tory’s not much younger than Adam, but the internet buzz just proves everything Adam already knows. The young girls like Tory. They think he’s hot. Not too long ago, Tory set up a MySpace page, and he already has several thousand people watching his page. He’ll probably break the 10k mark soon.
Adam stands off to the side, cheering for Tory when he thinks the camera is looking. Got to at least seem supportive, even if his role is getting slowly phased out. He laughs with the rest of the crew as Tory gets strapped into the harness and dropped off the side of the building. One, two, three; he crashes easily through the scored canvas. In less time than it took to get him up there and strapped in, the stunt is over. Laughing heartily, he lets the crew unstrap him and the team begins to load back up. Time to take everything back to M5 and call it a day. He climbs mindlessly into the cab of the big box truck to ride back with Jamie. It’s a quick drive; only about twenty minutes, and then everyone is scrambling to unload. It’s Friday night, and a lot of the younger crew members have plans for parties or clubs. Whatever it is young people do on Friday nights. Once the truck is emptied and parked, Jamie retreats back up to his office to finish the day’s paperwork, leaving a small group of stragglers behind. Adam hangs around, waiting for Tory. He pretends to be trying to fix his drill again, so people don’t start to bitch at him for just standing around. His drill has been giving him a lot of problems lately, and he knows it’s time to just tear it apart and buy a new one. But he likes this one. He’s had it for years.
He spots Tory wander back to the metal room, and seizes his chance. He follows the boy quickly, shutting the door before Tory even has the chance to realize that someone else is in the room with him.
“Hey, buddy,” he says casually. “What’s up?”
He knows what’s up. He thinks that by pretending, he can seem more innocent than he really is.
“Tory, you fucking did it again,” Adam says. “That was my jump.”
Tory takes a step back, but Adam moves forward to close the gap. Make him uncomfortable so he can’t think. “No,” he insists. “It wasn’t my idea. They told me that you didn’t mind.”
“Well, I mind,” Adam says, getting as close to the young man as possible. “I still mind. You keep stepping up, thinking you can take shit from me. This is my show. Peter may have came up with the idea, but it wouldn’t have even gotten the pilot if I hadn’t have come in here for Jamie.”
Tory’s backed up against the wall now, and Adam’s right there with him. He’s so close; he can hear the boy’s breath hitch as he gets jabbed in the shoulder.
“I—I’m sorry,” he insists. “You’re right. Next time, I’ll just say I can’t do it.”
Adam glares at him in silence for a few moments before finally backing off to give Tory room to breathe. “Good,” he says. With one final shove, he turns to gather up his stuff and go home.
Producer said it was the insurance company. He tried to reason. Think about the show. “There is no show if you get hurt,” he said.
It wasn’t insurance. It wasn’t the possibility of fucked up scheduling. Adam was getting too goddamn old. Kids don’t want to see some almost-forty balding hack do the jump. Kids wanted to see someone their own age (or at least someone who could pass for their own age). In the few seasons the show had been on the air, Adam felt like he’d aged ten years. It wasn’t like it was his fault, though. He worked hard just to go home and chase after two kids all night. Most days, he didn’t even shave before going in to the shop.
Gingers don’t look good scruffy. Most guys look sexy when they go for a few days without picking up a razor. They get that rugged, I’ve got better things to do look. Red hair just makes your face look dirty when you don’t shave. And not sexy dirty. Not like you’ve just spent all day working on a small block engine, lying on cardboard and cold concrete. No; you look like you haven’t washed your face in days.
Tory can go a few days without shaving, and the producer loves it. Tells him to keep the look. Adam comes in without shaving, and the producer tells him to clean himself up before filming.
That’s why Tory’s doing the jump. Tory’s not much younger than Adam, but the internet buzz just proves everything Adam already knows. The young girls like Tory. They think he’s hot. Not too long ago, Tory set up a MySpace page, and he already has several thousand people watching his page. He’ll probably break the 10k mark soon.
Adam stands off to the side, cheering for Tory when he thinks the camera is looking. Got to at least seem supportive, even if his role is getting slowly phased out. He laughs with the rest of the crew as Tory gets strapped into the harness and dropped off the side of the building. One, two, three; he crashes easily through the scored canvas. In less time than it took to get him up there and strapped in, the stunt is over. Laughing heartily, he lets the crew unstrap him and the team begins to load back up. Time to take everything back to M5 and call it a day. He climbs mindlessly into the cab of the big box truck to ride back with Jamie. It’s a quick drive; only about twenty minutes, and then everyone is scrambling to unload. It’s Friday night, and a lot of the younger crew members have plans for parties or clubs. Whatever it is young people do on Friday nights. Once the truck is emptied and parked, Jamie retreats back up to his office to finish the day’s paperwork, leaving a small group of stragglers behind. Adam hangs around, waiting for Tory. He pretends to be trying to fix his drill again, so people don’t start to bitch at him for just standing around. His drill has been giving him a lot of problems lately, and he knows it’s time to just tear it apart and buy a new one. But he likes this one. He’s had it for years.
He spots Tory wander back to the metal room, and seizes his chance. He follows the boy quickly, shutting the door before Tory even has the chance to realize that someone else is in the room with him.
“Hey, buddy,” he says casually. “What’s up?”
He knows what’s up. He thinks that by pretending, he can seem more innocent than he really is.
“Tory, you fucking did it again,” Adam says. “That was my jump.”
Tory takes a step back, but Adam moves forward to close the gap. Make him uncomfortable so he can’t think. “No,” he insists. “It wasn’t my idea. They told me that you didn’t mind.”
“Well, I mind,” Adam says, getting as close to the young man as possible. “I still mind. You keep stepping up, thinking you can take shit from me. This is my show. Peter may have came up with the idea, but it wouldn’t have even gotten the pilot if I hadn’t have come in here for Jamie.”
Tory’s backed up against the wall now, and Adam’s right there with him. He’s so close; he can hear the boy’s breath hitch as he gets jabbed in the shoulder.
“I—I’m sorry,” he insists. “You’re right. Next time, I’ll just say I can’t do it.”
Adam glares at him in silence for a few moments before finally backing off to give Tory room to breathe. “Good,” he says. With one final shove, he turns to gather up his stuff and go home.