Some Unspoken Thing

June

"You need to know that I would never betray you like that." Gregg says, staring into your eyes lovingly, hand on your shoulder.

As directed, you shrug his hand off and turn away, shaking your head in disgust. "But you lied. You lied to me and now my brother is dead."

"I didn't kill him." He insists, "And I didn't know they were planning to assassinate him."

You turn, dress flowing with you, and say "But you knew he wouldn't be safe here, and you did nothing to protect him, nothing to protect me."

"Athena please," Gregg says, "I swear on my life that I...I...fuck! What's the line?"

You break character and laugh at him, a few others laughing behind the camera. Your director rolls his eyes playfully at Gregg, pretending to be upset. "It's 'I swear on my life that I am doing my best to protect you, and your family, and-'"

"'-And I would never have brought you here if I knew this would happen,' okay okay, I got it now." Gregg says, and you can see he's beating himself up for it a little.

"How about we take a break, huh? That's lunch!" The director calls, and you sigh with relief, smiling up at Gregg when he gives you a hug.

"Sorry I keep fuckin' up the lines." He says sheepishly, hands resting on your arms. "You're doing great though."

"You're not fucking up your lines," you say, reassuring him. "You're doing fine."

You've moved on to film at Pinewood Studios in London, having wrapped up in Barcelona ahead of schedule. Gregg's happy to be home - you've been spending a bit of time together and he's become a great friend of yours, helping you through your issues and sorting out your feelings for Shawn.

"How have you been doing? Spoken to him yet today?"

You shake your head at his question, and he frowns. You knew Shawn would been in town for a few shows at the O2, but you didn't know if you wanted to go or not. Things didn't end well in Munich, and there was a lot the two of you didn't talk about. When you woke up in the morning you were ready to talk it all out, get your feelings straight and tell him while this was new to you, you were no doubt feeling something for him, and you were willing to try out whatever it was he wanted. Putting your friendship on the line scared you a little bit, but you were fine with taking a chance if he wanted this too.

That conversation never happened. Instead of talking about it, Shawn just said "we'd better get going," completely throwing you off. He drove you to the airport, didn't say anything the whole way, kissed you goodbye, and didn't text or call your for the next three days.

He broke the silence when he sent you a video of him backstage, running around like an idiot and pretending to do parkour. You sent him back a video of you twirling around in your costume dress, and slowly you've gone back to texting and calling a little here and there, but it's definitely not like it was before.

Gregg smiles mischievously at you, and you raise a brow at him. "Let's ditch."

You roll your eyes. "Again? We ditched set yesterday for lunch."

"And we're doing it again today." He says, shoving you away a little. "Go to your dressing room and get changed, I'll meet you in a little bit."

Something in you wants to hesitate but you oblige, making your way to your trailer, undoing the ties on your dress as you walk. You open the door to your dressing room, throwing on the light and expecting to see your things as you left them, but instead they're a little disturbed, and a terrified scream comes out of your mouth as you see someone sitting on your couch, reading through a magazine.