Behind the Scenes-A Whose Line Fanfic

Robin Williams on Whose Line

I woke up around 8 o'clock feeling a little bit tired. I'm not used to getting seven hours of sleep. I guess one day of staying up late can't kill me. Suddenly, I remembered that we have a whose line taping today at 10:00. I ran into Colin's room. "Wake up Colin," I said shaking his shoulder. "Huh. What's happening?" Colin asked groggily. "We have to be at the studio in a little over an hour," I answered. He became wide awake and we hurried downstairs to have breakfast. I had enough time to eat a big chocolate chip muffin and drink a glass of milk. I washed the sleepiness off my face with cold water. The minty flavor of my toothpaste made me feel awake. I put on black slacks, a floral tank top, and a black cardigan. I got the tangles out of my hair, sprayed a bit of perfume on myself, and put on some clear lip gloss. "You better wear a jacket today. It's almost zero degrees outside," Colin said when I got downstairs. I put on my gray jacket, a black, gray, and white hat, and white gloves. We got in the car and drove to the studio.

When we were parked, I ran into the studio to escape from the cold air. "It is way too cold outside," I declared. Ryan rubbed my shoulders while Colin hugged me. I became warm again after a minute. Robin ran inside and gave me a huge hug. "Last night was so fun. I can't wait to work with you in comedy," he said. "Thanks. I'm honored to work with you again," I replied. Robin tightened his grip on me. After a minute, we let go of each other and I went to my dressing room. A lot of fan mail had accumulated. I opened the letters. It warmed my heart that people that never met me cared about me. In one of the packages, there was a pair of fuzzy polka dot socks. "I love it," I exclaimed. I signed a headshot for everyone that sent a letter and gave them to the fan mail secretary. I went out to get my microphone. A few fans who got here early waved at me. "We love you Jennifer," they yelled. "I love you too," I replied. I attached the microphone clip to my cardigan. I sat down in Wayne's chair since he's not in this episode. The rest of the audience arrived. Ryan, Colin, Robin, and Drew joined me and we got ready to begin filming.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Whose Line Is It Anyway. Performing tonight are Jennifer Doran, Robin Williams, Colin Mochrie, and Ryan Stiles. I'm Drew Carey. Let's have some fun," Drew said walking down the stairs to his desk. We smiled at the camera. "We're gonna start with Party Quirks. This game is for all of our performers. Jennifer will be hosting the party. The others will take the identity of something besides themselves. Open the envelopes," Drew instructed. They did as they were told and the scene began. "I'm so excited for my new year's party. This is going to be the best party ever," I said tidying up my imaginary house. The doorbell rang. I opened the door. Ryan stumbled inside. "Are you alright?" I asked him. "I'm sure I am," Ryan slurred sounding like Carol Channing. The doorbell rang. "Let me get the door," I said running towards it. I opened it. Colin walked inside. "Hi! Thanks for coming," I said. "You're welcome little darlin'. Do you have the karaoke set up?" Colin asked moving his hips. "I do. It's right over there," I answered pointing to a corner of the room. He went over there and started singing in a low voice. The doorbell rang. I opened the door. Robin walked inside dainty. "Thank you for inviting me dear," he said in a firm girl voice while holding a handbag. "You're welcome. Would you like something to eat?" I asked. "No thank you. I remembered to bring your lemon lime flavored medicine," Robin said pulling something out of the handbag. Drew pressed the buzzer. "Do you know what they are?" he asked me. "I think I do. Ryan is a drunk Carol Channing, Colin is Elvis, and Robin is Mary Poppins," I guessed. "You're correct. 100 points for each of you," Drew awarded. The audience clapped and we went back to our seats.

We had such a great time playing scenes from a hat, director's cut, party quirks, and duet. Once we were done filming, Drew pulled me aside. I got worried. "You're not firing me are you?" I asked nervously. "Of course not. I wanted to tell you that you did amazing today and that we have a meeting with my lawyer and the police about taking your parents to court," Drew informed me. "Okay," I replied stiffly. He rubbed my shoulder and I went to put on my coat. I walked to my dressing room and put on my coat, hat, and gloves. I met Drew outside his office and we drove to the police station.

"Can I help you?" a police officer asked when we walked inside. "Yes. We have a special meeting set up," Drew said quietly. "Oh yes follow me," he instructed. We followed the police officer to a private room. Drew's lawyer was in there as well as a police officer and social worker. I shook their hands.  "Okay Jennifer, this is going to be fairly simple.  You just have to answer some questions for us.  Do you understand?" the social worker asked.  I nodded.  "Do you feel safe living with your parents?" the lawyer asked.  "No," I answered.  "Why not?" he questioned.  "They drink excessively, don't give me anything to eat, and they're abusive so it's not a good atmosphere," I answered.  "What do they do to you?" the social worker asked.  I felt my muscles become tense.  "Hit me, throw things at me, cut me, stuff like that," I said.  There was a moment of silence.  "Come with me," the social worker said getting up.  I followed her into a small room. 

"Where do they cut you or hit you?" she asked.  "I have bruises on my shoulders and ribs.  There are cuts scattered on my arms and legs," I answered.  My face felt flushed.  "I know this is hard but I need to see where they've hurt you.  If we get photo evidence, it makes it easier to for the jury to make a decision," the social worker said.  I took a deep breath and rolled my sleeves up.  She examined them closely and jotted down some notes.  I had to slip on a hospital gown so she could see the other scars.  The social worker took pictures for evidence.  I haven't felt so exposed in my life.  When she was finished, we went back to the conference room.  The social worker shared the photos with the lawyer, the policeman, and Drew.  I was numb.  Not even an earthquake would make me flinch.  "We have enough evidence to arrest your parents for accounts of child neglect, child abuse, and emotional distress.  We will be sending policemen over to your house and they will arrest your parents.  The trial should take place within a month," the lawyer stated.  The meeting was adjourned.  Drew and I shook everyone's hand and we left the police station.

As we were leaving the station, I fought back tears.  Every wall I had l built up over seventeen years crumbled.  Tears streamed down my face.  My knees gave way.  Drew caught me and held me close.  He started crying.  "You're safe now," Drew blubbered.  It felt strange having someone cry over me.  That has never happened before.  When we collected ourselves, we got in the car and drove to Colin's house. Colin opened the door for us.  "What happened? he asked nervously noticing our tear-stained faces.  "We're finally getting justice for something that should have been taken care of years ago," Drew answered.  Colin hugged me and walked us over to the kitchen.  He had soup and biscuits waiting for us.  We sat down and ate our lunch.  

Drew went home after we finished eating.  I went to take a shower.  I took my towel, hand towel, peppermint shower gel, shampoo, and hairbrush to the bathroom.  I washed myself with the peppermint shower gel under the warm water.  It was soothing.  I washed my hair twice with shampoo and got out of the shower.  I dried myself with a fluffy towel.  I put on pajama pants and a sweatshirt.  I brushed my hair, blow dried my hair, and put it in a messy bun.  I went downstairs and layed down on the couch to watch a movie.  I chose the Lion King.  I slowly relaxed and fell asleep.

Hi everyone!  Thanks for reading this chapter.  I hope you guys enjoy it.  It is crazy cold outside and my school district didn't cancel school.  The wind chill is -20 and it could get to -30.  At least I got to finish up this chapter in the morning.  Stay warm everyone!

Lots of love,

jhorses