Between Friends (COLIFER)

Pilot

September 30th, 2017
Vancouver, Canada
Jen's P. O. V.

How am I supposed to face him after what just happened? Most importantly, how could I do this to him?

I didn't intend to destroy his relationship with Emily. With Colin, we have been best friends for nearly 6 years, and I've known him since before I was casted in Once Upon A Time. It's difficult to see someone you know for so long differently, but it happened to me. And I'm certain he doesn't feel that way. I mean, he's been in a relationship for 2 years. Which I destroyed.

“Come on, Jen, it's not your fault.” He rubbed my back in order to comfort me, but instead, I felt more uncomfortable.

“And then whose fault it is?” I yelled at him. “I kissed you, Colin. It was my fault that Emily broke up with you. I just... don't want to be near you right now. I am ashamed of myself.” I pulled away from him and ran away. When I turned my head back to look at him, he was staring and I was certain he was devastated.

March 3rd, 2010
Los Angeles, California
Jen's P. O. V.

Traffic was really horrible today. I tried to look at the electronic label at the end of the highway, I was sure something had happened. I noticed blaring horns from everywhere and I suddenly felt relieved that I was not in a hurry. In fact I'd rather get home to Jesse later.

With Jesse we've been engaged for some months, but it somehow doesn't feel right. I don't know if I was just thinking of him as 'Chase' from House M. D.. Some months ago, I was sure he was the one for me. But now? I don't really know.

“Hey babe, I'm gonna he late today. Stuck in traffic.” I called him and told him before he even got the chance to answer the phone.

“Oh, it's okay, that's not a problem at all. I will always wait for you.” He answered as if he was forced to say it.

Maybe I was right. Maybe our feelings are fading when time passes.

I finally got near the label, so I could see. “Accident two meters away. Please be careful.”

The cars were no longer moving. I got out of my car, walked all the way to the 'crime scene' out of curiosity. It took me about 5 minutes to go there.

When I got there, I saw a man, probably in his late 20s, complaining to the policemen that it wasn't his fault he hit the other car. The policemen were holding his arms, one each.

“What happened?” I interrupted them, probably out of total curiosity, or probably because I wanted to buy some time to the man. He seemed to be really desperate. Maybe it was really not his fault.

Nobody really answered my question. I'm pretty sure they didn't even hear me. “You're coming with us as a witness.” For a moment I froze, because I wasn't really one. But then I thought about it.

“Yeah, okay, but my car is a bit behind... How will I get here with it?” I tried to seem believable. The guy looked at me, clearly surprised.

“Don't worry about that. Give me your keya and tell me which one is your car and I will go get it.” the one policeman claimed.

I gave the policeman my keys, hesitating at first. “The yellow bug there, 836-M4X. My precious car.” I tried to seem comfortable with then, so I wouldn't be suspicious.

I got to the station with the fuy and the other policeman by the police's car. Not my dream to be in that car, actually.

The policeman locked the guy up and told me to wait for some time. I was now alone with the guy and looked at him while he was in the cell.

“Please, fo something to get me out of here. It was not my fault, I swear. And I have a movie filming to get back to.” He said with low voice, trying to get along with me, I would say. His blue eyes, full of desperation, were looking at me. I couldn't help but pity him. And it's not right to pity people.

“I'm going to try to bail you out! I'm not even a witness!” I whispered at him.

“I figured!” he whispered. “He appeared right in front of me and I couldn't do anything last minute.” He was looking into my eyes and my inside ‘lie detector’ didn't beep. He was telling the truth.

“What's your name?” I asked him after some time, just to continue the conversation. I really felt like he was my friend and was there now for no reason.

“Colin. O'Donoghue.” He smiled at me and put his hand on his lap.

”Jennifer Morrison.” I introduced myself. “You said you're an actor?” I asked him, recalling his reference to a movie.

“Trying to be. I got a role in a horror film, and it kinda is my first.”

“I'm an actor too!”

“I know you, doctor Cameron.” He said sarcastically.

Of course he knows you, Jen. Don't be an idiot. He's an actor himself. I laughed but I immediately returned to my serious mode when I saw the policeman come back in with two other witnesses.

1 hour later
The interrogation to all of us was over. Colin got out of the cell and they decided it's the other man's fault. And anyway, he's still in the hospital.

Colin smiled at me. “Jennifer! Wait!” He yelled at me and I turned back to face him. “Thank you for believing me. Why did you do it?”

“I guess I'm in a good mood today!” I said and I patted his shoulder. He stared at me for some seconds with a funny smirk on his face.

Suddenly, a thought strikes my head. He's been in a car accident, so he has no way to go home. “Do you need a ride home?” I asked him, pointing at my car. He looked at me, then around him, then at me again.

“I guess I don't have another option, do I?” He pointed out still smiling. I opened the door for him and got in myself.

After figuring out where he exactly lived, I put on my GPS and got there. All along the way we talked and got to know each other.

“This is my phone number. I just want you to have it. And... Thank you. Again.” He smiled at me, for the millionth time and I just got lost on his words.

Must have been his accent.

That Irish accent.

“You're welcome. Have a good night!” I yelled while waving stupidly. I sat there and looked at him while he put the key on his door and opened it. And I started tha car to go home.

September 30th, 2017
Vancouver, Canada
Colin's P. O. V.

It's not the first time she's running away from me after we kissed. Except this time, I'm in a relationship. And she didn't run away because of the kiss but because she felt it's her fault I broke up with Emily.

Yes, she kissed me. She kissed me and Emily saw us. But I was the one who kissed her back. And, at that time, I had forgotten that I was even in a relationship. And it felt so goof. But it was wrong. It's always terribly wrong.

“Jen! Please! Don't run away!” I yelled but she had already disappeared. She'll come back, I thought. I mean, she has to film. She'll definitely come back.