Real People. Ewan McGregor/Hayden Christensen. 089 Work.
Title: You Were My Brother
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor
Prompt: 089 Work
Word Count: 1107
Rating: PG-13
Summary: George Lucas has a proposition for his two stars... and Ewan has another, for Hayden.
Author's Notes: Very silly. Do not expect realism from this one.
“No. No,” George yelled in frustration, signaling for the cameras to cut once more. “You’re just not getting it.”
Hayden pushed himself up off the ground and shared an exasperated look with Ewan. They’d been over this one section a million times now. There were only so many ways the line “I loved you. You were my brother,” could be said, and Natalie’s eyes were beginning to glaze over as she struggled to maintain her look of horrorstruck desperation.
“Okay,” George said finally, rubbing his temples, “look. Come here, both of you. We need to have a little private talk.”
Hayden and Ewan exchanged another look, but they both obediently followed George until they were out of earshot of the rest of the crew.
“We’re tired,” Hayden murmured. “Maybe we should come back to it later so it’s fresh.”
“It’s not the delivery I’m concerned about,” George said, ignoring him. “You’ve got that down. I mean, it’s almost there.”
He paused, clearing his throat. “I’ve been working with you boys for a while now,” he said. “I like to think I can trust you.”
“We really are trying, Mr. Lucas -” Ewan began wearily, but George cut him off.
“I know you are. I know I can trust you to work. That’s not what I’m talking about.” He glanced back and forth between the two actors. “You’re just not getting the vibe I’m after in this scene.”
He cleared his throat again, and motioned them closer. The three of them huddled together. George stank of must and body odor, but at this point Hayden knew he was equally grungy. Plus he had a vague idea that they were having a masculine bonding moment, in which case the smell was appropriate.
“I’m going to tell you something,” George said. “I’m going to tell you something I had in mind when I wrote this script. I never intended it to be a visible part of the movie, but just for this scene I think it will help you two.”
“We’ll try anything at this point,” Ewan said fervently. Hayden nodded his agreement.
“Alright,” George said. “See, when I wrote this scene... well, I was thinking of Anakin and Obi-Wan as a little more than just good friends.”
Hayden glanced over to see a slow smile spreading across Ewan’s face, although he couldn’t fathom why. He looked back at George.
“Well of course,” he said. “They considered themselves brothers.”
George opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
“That’s not... exactly what I meant,” he said. “I mean I think you have to play it as though... I’ll just say it. As though they’ve been having sex.”
Hayden’s jaw dropped. “But - but - but Anakin loves Padme!” he protested. He looked to Ewan once more, for support, but Ewan was laughing.
“If you say so, George,” he said. “I think I can give you that.”
“Nothing obvious or obscene, Ewan,” George warned.
Hayden felt himself flushing. “I - I don’t know,” he stammered.
“It’s just something I want you to keep in mind,” George said. “To up the stakes a bit. I think it might really help.”
“I’ll try,” Hayden said, “but I don’t know.”
“Come on, Hayden, it’ll be great,” Ewan insisted.
*
“That was terrible,” Hayden moaned.
“You weren’t used to it,” Ewan said diplomatically.
“God, why did he have to tell us that? Why?”
Ewan gave him an odd look. “This is really weird for you, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” Hayden said miserably.
“Come back to my trailer with me? I’ll pour you a drink, we’ll talk about it. Practice.”
“Anything to get this scene past me.” Hayden gave Ewan a weak smile.
*
“So,” Ewan said, reaching into a cabinet for a bottle of liquor. “Whiskey alright?”
“Mm,” Hayden said.
Ewan poured two glasses. He came over to the couch where Hayden was sitting and handed him his drink. Hayden sipped gratefully. It had been a long day.
“What is it that bothers you so much about this?” Ewan asked.
“It’s just strange,” Hayden muttered. “It just - took me by surprise, you know? I never thought George - I’ve worked so long getting the relationship between Anakin and Obi-Wan straight in my head and this is just weird for me.”
“George was trying to help, though,” Ewan said. “He’s not saying that Anakin and Obi-Wan were madly in love, he’s saying to act as though they were shagging for this one scene to give it more punch.”
“I don’t know,” Hayden said, sighing. “How is this not a problem for you at all?”
“It just makes sense to me,” Ewan said, shrugging and taking a sip of his own whiskey. “I think George is right. I think it works. But not if you think it doesn’t, because then you’ll just freeze up.”
“I did freeze up.”
“I know.”
Ewan took another sip, and then put the glass on the coffee table with an audible chink.
“Now look,” he said, “you can’t honestly say you haven’t thought of it.”
Right then, Hayden didn’t know what he meant.
“Anakin. Obi-Wan. I think they could work really well together, you know?”
“Are we talking about the same...?” Hayden trailed off. Ewan was looking at him really intently, and he felt like he was missing something rather important.
He glanced down for just a second, just to look somewhere else, but he saw the tented trousers anyway and then he understood.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh.”
And then, struggling to make sense of the change in this relationship, the one he’d thought he’d worked out just as thoroughly as their fictional one, he said: “Christ, yes.”
And then Ewan was kissing him all of a sudden, and his tongue was exploring Hayden’s mouth and Hayden kissed back before he could start thinking about it. Ewan’s hand was on his ribcage and Ewan’s other hand fumbling with his belt buckle and then Hayden pulled away.
Ewan was trying to catch his breath and Hayden could see his thoughts more clearly than ever before: lust and fear both trying to hide behind a mask of concern.
“It’s not that,” Hayden said quickly, “It’s just - save it, alright? Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow...?”
“The scene,” Hayden clarified. “Sexual tension, yeah? I think I could probably manage it now.”
“Tomorrow,” Ewan repeated, and now there was pleading in his voice.
“Sorry,” Hayden said. He backed up awkwardly off the couch and made his way out of the trailer. As he walked toward his own lodgings, the cool night air clearing his head a tad, he thought he ought to get a medal. Oh, the sacrifices he made for his job.
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor
Prompt: 089 Work
Word Count: 1107
Rating: PG-13
Summary: George Lucas has a proposition for his two stars... and Ewan has another, for Hayden.
Author's Notes: Very silly. Do not expect realism from this one.
“No. No,” George yelled in frustration, signaling for the cameras to cut once more. “You’re just not getting it.”
Hayden pushed himself up off the ground and shared an exasperated look with Ewan. They’d been over this one section a million times now. There were only so many ways the line “I loved you. You were my brother,” could be said, and Natalie’s eyes were beginning to glaze over as she struggled to maintain her look of horrorstruck desperation.
“Okay,” George said finally, rubbing his temples, “look. Come here, both of you. We need to have a little private talk.”
Hayden and Ewan exchanged another look, but they both obediently followed George until they were out of earshot of the rest of the crew.
“We’re tired,” Hayden murmured. “Maybe we should come back to it later so it’s fresh.”
“It’s not the delivery I’m concerned about,” George said, ignoring him. “You’ve got that down. I mean, it’s almost there.”
He paused, clearing his throat. “I’ve been working with you boys for a while now,” he said. “I like to think I can trust you.”
“We really are trying, Mr. Lucas -” Ewan began wearily, but George cut him off.
“I know you are. I know I can trust you to work. That’s not what I’m talking about.” He glanced back and forth between the two actors. “You’re just not getting the vibe I’m after in this scene.”
He cleared his throat again, and motioned them closer. The three of them huddled together. George stank of must and body odor, but at this point Hayden knew he was equally grungy. Plus he had a vague idea that they were having a masculine bonding moment, in which case the smell was appropriate.
“I’m going to tell you something,” George said. “I’m going to tell you something I had in mind when I wrote this script. I never intended it to be a visible part of the movie, but just for this scene I think it will help you two.”
“We’ll try anything at this point,” Ewan said fervently. Hayden nodded his agreement.
“Alright,” George said. “See, when I wrote this scene... well, I was thinking of Anakin and Obi-Wan as a little more than just good friends.”
Hayden glanced over to see a slow smile spreading across Ewan’s face, although he couldn’t fathom why. He looked back at George.
“Well of course,” he said. “They considered themselves brothers.”
George opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
“That’s not... exactly what I meant,” he said. “I mean I think you have to play it as though... I’ll just say it. As though they’ve been having sex.”
Hayden’s jaw dropped. “But - but - but Anakin loves Padme!” he protested. He looked to Ewan once more, for support, but Ewan was laughing.
“If you say so, George,” he said. “I think I can give you that.”
“Nothing obvious or obscene, Ewan,” George warned.
Hayden felt himself flushing. “I - I don’t know,” he stammered.
“It’s just something I want you to keep in mind,” George said. “To up the stakes a bit. I think it might really help.”
“I’ll try,” Hayden said, “but I don’t know.”
“Come on, Hayden, it’ll be great,” Ewan insisted.
*
“That was terrible,” Hayden moaned.
“You weren’t used to it,” Ewan said diplomatically.
“God, why did he have to tell us that? Why?”
Ewan gave him an odd look. “This is really weird for you, isn’t it?”
“Of course it is,” Hayden said miserably.
“Come back to my trailer with me? I’ll pour you a drink, we’ll talk about it. Practice.”
“Anything to get this scene past me.” Hayden gave Ewan a weak smile.
*
“So,” Ewan said, reaching into a cabinet for a bottle of liquor. “Whiskey alright?”
“Mm,” Hayden said.
Ewan poured two glasses. He came over to the couch where Hayden was sitting and handed him his drink. Hayden sipped gratefully. It had been a long day.
“What is it that bothers you so much about this?” Ewan asked.
“It’s just strange,” Hayden muttered. “It just - took me by surprise, you know? I never thought George - I’ve worked so long getting the relationship between Anakin and Obi-Wan straight in my head and this is just weird for me.”
“George was trying to help, though,” Ewan said. “He’s not saying that Anakin and Obi-Wan were madly in love, he’s saying to act as though they were shagging for this one scene to give it more punch.”
“I don’t know,” Hayden said, sighing. “How is this not a problem for you at all?”
“It just makes sense to me,” Ewan said, shrugging and taking a sip of his own whiskey. “I think George is right. I think it works. But not if you think it doesn’t, because then you’ll just freeze up.”
“I did freeze up.”
“I know.”
Ewan took another sip, and then put the glass on the coffee table with an audible chink.
“Now look,” he said, “you can’t honestly say you haven’t thought of it.”
Right then, Hayden didn’t know what he meant.
“Anakin. Obi-Wan. I think they could work really well together, you know?”
“Are we talking about the same...?” Hayden trailed off. Ewan was looking at him really intently, and he felt like he was missing something rather important.
He glanced down for just a second, just to look somewhere else, but he saw the tented trousers anyway and then he understood.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh.”
And then, struggling to make sense of the change in this relationship, the one he’d thought he’d worked out just as thoroughly as their fictional one, he said: “Christ, yes.”
And then Ewan was kissing him all of a sudden, and his tongue was exploring Hayden’s mouth and Hayden kissed back before he could start thinking about it. Ewan’s hand was on his ribcage and Ewan’s other hand fumbling with his belt buckle and then Hayden pulled away.
Ewan was trying to catch his breath and Hayden could see his thoughts more clearly than ever before: lust and fear both trying to hide behind a mask of concern.
“It’s not that,” Hayden said quickly, “It’s just - save it, alright? Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow...?”
“The scene,” Hayden clarified. “Sexual tension, yeah? I think I could probably manage it now.”
“Tomorrow,” Ewan repeated, and now there was pleading in his voice.
“Sorry,” Hayden said. He backed up awkwardly off the couch and made his way out of the trailer. As he walked toward his own lodgings, the cool night air clearing his head a tad, he thought he ought to get a medal. Oh, the sacrifices he made for his job.