Quiet Backstage: A Series of Lippa Oneshots

Quite a Fright

Elliot woke up to the sounds of screams from down the hallway. He frantically patted around the nightstand to find his glasses. Once his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, he started down the hallway.

His sister, Pippa, had been staying in his guest bedroom while her apartment complex was under construction and renovations.

She wasn't home much, mostly using his guest room as just a place to sleep. She was wildly busy with her leading role in the Broadway show, Hamilton.

The show was gaining popularity by the minute, and Elliot swore ever since that first workshop, she'd been absolutely consumed by the show and her role as Eliza Hamilton.

"Pip? What is it?" Elliot asked, quietly. His voice was barely loud enough to be heard over the creaking of the door hinges.

Elliot's heart immediately broke at the sight of his sister, sitting straight up in her bed. Tears ran down her face and her whole body trembled.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" Elliot entered the room completely, lighting the dim bedside lamp. He silently thanked his laziness, for the lightbulb was almost out, however a new one would probably have made the room too bright then, startling his sister in her current, fragile state.

"Lin!" She cried, her eyes frantically scanning the room. "Where's Lin? Is he okay?!" Pippa tried to rip herself from her brother's gentle hold on her.

Elliot wasn't sure what Pippa was meaning by all this. "Lin's safe, Pips. You'll see him at the theater tomorrow just like you always do, okay?" He tried his best to calm his sister down.

"No! No! They were hurting him! And--Where is he?!" Pippa eventually fought and thrashed her way out of her brother's hug against her.

Elliot was starting to get worried. He watched as more tears ran down his sister's face. Pippa raked shaky hands through her hair, quick enough to pull it out.

It must've been one hell of a nightmare she had.

"Pippa." Elliot stood up, grabbing both of her hands, now speaking with a somewhat firm tone, hoping that that might snap her out of this. "Lin is fine. He is asleep in his own apartment. He's safe. Why don't you try to go back to bed now, hmm?"

"No." Pippa tore her hands away from Elliot's. "No. I need to see him. I need to know he's okay! You don't underst-understand!" She began to stammer over her words as her shaky legs gave out, forcing her to fall back onto her mattress.

Suddenly, Elliot got an idea. "Pip, do you want me to call him? Would that make you feel better? Hear his voice?"

Pippa looked up right into her brother's eyes. She somehow still managed to put on those puppy dog eyes that everyone was a sucker for, even in her current state. "Could you? Please!"

Elliot nodded. "Yeah, I'll call him. Just let me go grab my phone, alright?"

Pippa nodded and watched as Elliot disappeared back to his room. She couldn't contain her racing thoughts nor rid her mind of the image of those hooded men at the stage door.

Elliot bit down on his bottom lip and pressed his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose as he dialed Lin's number. He swallowed back a few curses, thinking that it was way too late at night for Lin to be awake, but after a few rings, he miraculously picked up.

"Elliot, hey, what's going on?" Lin answered, sounding as if he hadn't been awoken by the call, however sleepiness was laced throughout his words.

"Hey, man, did I wake you?" Elliot asked, anxiety suddenly rushing over him. He didn't want to be the reason that Lin put on a bad show tomorrow. But then again, Elliot wondered if Lin Manuel Miranda was even capable of putting on a bad performance.