No More Secrets

Back To Work; Unfinished Stories

The next day, the crew continued shooting more scenes for the next episode. Y/N doesn't have any particular scenes she's supposed to be in today, but decided to tag along just to watch the others. After a few scenes here and there, she got tired and retired to her trailer instead.

After the whole thing yesterday, she was glad Richard wasn't around on the set today. Y/N sat down on the couch, putting her feet up on the small coffee table in front of her. She sighs deeply and ruffles her hair, looking around the room for something to do. She then laid eyes on an old box sitting beside the armchair adjacent to her. Y/N takes a moment, staring at the box and contemplating to herself. After a while of silence, Y/N stands up and walks to the box, crouching down and opening it.

Y/N pulls out an old notebook and lightly blew off the layer of dust covering it. She then sat on the armchair beside the box and took a moment to stare at the old notebook. The notebooks cover was a pale light blue cover, its edges were tattered and torn, and its pages were turning yellow. Y/N carefully opened the notebook and flipped through the pages, skimming through whatever is written.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her trailer door, startling her a bit.

"Y/N? You in there?" Jensen's voice can be heard from the other side of the door. "Do you mind if we could come in?" Misha's voice added, making his presence known.

"The door's open." Y/N replied, without looking up from the notebook she's reading.

Jensen and Misha walked in her trailer and closed the door behind them. Both men sat on the couch across from her, making themselves comfortable. They then noticed Y/N was busy reading, completely immersed. The two exchanged glances before Jensen cleared his throat, loud enough for Y/N to notice and look up from the notebook in her hands.

"You look busy with that book, Y/N." Jensen said, looking at the notebook she's holding curiously.

"Oh! It's not a book. It's just some bits and pieces of stories I wrote down long ago. Never thought I'd find these still here in my trailer." Y/N puts down the notebook on the small coffee table between them and pulled the box beside her close. "You both could take a look if you'd like."

"You sure?" Misha asked, making sure he heard right. Y/N never liked anyone reading her writing before. So hearing her say it's fine is kind of surprising, especially for both of them.

"Yeah. These are from five years ago so I don't even remember what I planned for any of these anymore." Y/N pulled out a few more notebooks from the box and placed it all on the small table. "It's not like I'm going to continue any of these anyway. I stopped writing for a while now."

Jensen picked up the pale light blue notebook from earlier and carefully looked through it. Misha grabbed the nearest one, a prussian blue notebook that looks older than the one Jensen is currently holding. The two men skimmed through the notebooks they were holding, reading with such curiosity and respect. Y/N watched them quietly and stacked the remaining notebooks on the table in a neat and organized order.

"You said these were just bits and pieces of stories you wrote, right?" Misha asked without looking up.

"Yeah. Some were complete scenarios, some were just simple ideas, some were character concepts, and some I think were supposed to be dialogues." Y/N explained.

"Some of these are good." Jensen muttered, too immersed in what he was reading.

"I have to agree. I'm surprised you haven't written a book with these yet." Misha added. "These are very good."

"I dunno.. I was plannin' on throwin' these away-"

Y/N was cut short before she could finish her sentence. Jensen and Misha looked up from what they were reading and looked at her with such pained expressions.