A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

And the winner is...

So I've split the awards into two as I'm still not happy with the second bit and I'm on version 8 of it currently. This first bit however has not changed in the last 4 versions so I'll put this up to keep you going for now.

Happy reading

Pad x

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I think I'm ready. Hair done. Check. Make up on. Check. Clothes. Check. Heels. Check. Right, I just have to wait for the car that has seemingly been arranged to pick me up and that I only found out about when I got a text roughly two hours ago. In the end I've opted for a simple black dress that rests just below my knee and paired it with some black high heeled, yet surprisingly comfy, stilettos and I don't look half bad. I've dug out a warm teal coloured jacket and a black scarf; well it is cold out there. It's no Oscars outfit but I don't earn that much and I've had literally five hours to get ready, and on a Sunday! I should get an award just for that. Oh and I suppose I should mention that of those five hours I've slept three of them away. When I'd got in I literally left my bags in the doorway and flopped down on my sofa. Apparently I'd not slept enough in the car as the next thing I knew it was ten to four. Needless to say the adrenaline boost I got from that revelation had got me moving and meant I was ready in just less than two hours.

As I check I've got what I need in my clutch bag my phone begins to ring from an unknown number.

"Hello, Miss Jackson?" The male voice on the other end says.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Your car is here" he informs me.

"I'll be right down" I hang up, grab my keys and head out the door. Sure enough as I round the corner there's a black car parked on the double yellows outside Sainsbury's with a guy in a suit waiting by the passenger door.

"Miss Jackson?" He asks again and I nod. He opens the rear passenger side door for me so I slide in and wait for him to start the car up. The Prince of Wales theatre is literally just the other side of the river from my flat, I can walk it in about fifteen minutes, but the car journey, in London traffic, takes a good twenty to twenty five. On the way I find out that my driver's name is Rob, and I prattle on for a while about knowing a Rob. I realise that he's probably just being polite in listening to my story, because in actual fact what I'm talking about is completely boring and totally irrelevant to him, but it passes some of the time. Eventually we end up in the queue for drop off outside the theatre. As we get closer I can see there's a group of paparazzi, cameras flashing away, and a larger group of what I assume are fans of the guests tonight. When it's my turn to get out Rob stops the car and someone on the other side opens the door. I slide across and as I get out the flashes start again, so I plaster a smile to my face. I really don't like these kinds of events. A couple of the photographers shout my name and I allow them to take a few more pictures before I begin to head inside. Just as I'm about to go through the door I notice a small girl, she must be about seven, and she is dressed up like Elphaba. I go over to the crowd to chat to her, "Hello sweetie, I like your outfit" I say and squat down to get to her height.

"Thank you" she all but whispers.

"Katie do you know who this is?" A lady, who I assume is her mum, behind her asks. Katie shakes her head and looks at me. "It's the real Elphaba, the one you saw on stage two weeks ago."

"Really?" She squeaks looking between her mum and me.

"Really" I clarify and she gives me a massive grin.

"Would you mind if I get a picture?" Katie's mum asks.

"No not at all" I say and help Katie over the barrier. I bend down again so that I'm more her height and point at her mum so that she's looking in the right direction. Her mum snaps a few photos, as do some of the others in the crowd, then I help Katie back over.