Fic: On that Lonesome Set
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This never happened anywhere but in my deranged mind.
Summary: UST on the set of The Virginian: Man of Violence.
I have been corrupted! I really never thought I'd write real person fiction; stupid sexy Nimoy and Kelley and their stupid onscreen chemistry.
On that Lonesome Set
“That’s a wrap!”
As the crew began clearing up Leonard stayed on the bed a while and kept his eyes closed. It wasn’t a bad job considering he had just spent most of it on his back, but it wasn’t where he wanted to be, where he thought he should be, by now in his career. Now it was time once again to go back to pounding the pavement, cleaning fish tanks, and getting letters from his parents ‘hinting’ that he should get a real job.
He opened his eyes to see that the other actor was still sitting in the chair; and who looked so good in black.
“Only two takes you die well,” he said.
Leonard grunted in agreement and got up off the bed.
“Thank you. You sleep well.”
Kelley chuckled. “Thanks. Good thing I’ll have more to do when we get out on location tomorrow.”
Leonard nodded to Kelley as he walked away; wiping the sweat from his face, most of which hadn’t been put there by the make-up department. God he felt awful. It was a good thing he hadn’t been moving around more or he might have vomited on someone’s shoes and then the costume people would have had his head.
He made it to his dressing room, took off the cloth bandage, and changed back into his regular pants. He looked at his shirt for a moment before deciding he felt too hot to wear it and slinging over one arm. As he left he noticed that his name had already been smudged off the door. He hated his life.
He was almost past the trailers when he suddenly felt dizzy. He stumbled and leaned heavily against the nearest wall.
“Hey, you all right?”
He felt a cool hand on his shoulder, and looked over into a pair of bright blue eyes. He knew he should have put his shirt back on first.
“Fine, Mister.”
“Call me De. Look I may only be playing a doctor, but even I know that tripping over your own feet and running a fever don’t make you fine. Let me walk you to the parking lot you can sleep it off in your car.”
Leonard closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over them.
“I walked here, my wife has the car.”
“Then come on, Kid, I’ll give you a lift home.”
His eyes snapped open and he turned his head to give De a piece of his mind...only to see the man was clearly joking about the name and the retort died on his tongue.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome-it’s Leonard right?”
“Yes,” he answered, putting on his shirt and leaving it open as the walked to the parking lot.
“You smoke?”
Leonard pulled out his supply and handed De one.
“Thanks,” he said and lit it as they approached De’s Ford.
Leonard gave De his address and De started the car.
“You got anything lined up after this?” De asked as they drove off the lot.
“No,” Leonard answered, rolling down the window; the breeze felt good on his face.
“Well it’s a tough business all around.”
“Full of tough guy roles it seems.”
“What, it isn’t the highlight of your career to be shot and deal with my wonderful bedside manner? I think I’m offended.”
That got a smile out of Leonard. “Well it’s not like I want some big leading man role it’s just…sometimes I’d just like to play a nice guy!”
“I know what you mean I’ve been trying to get out of the heavy business myself. I’ve got a role coming up in a film...‘Where Love is Gone’ I think is the name. Between this role and that I don’t think I actually kill anybody for the next three months!”
That got a real laugh out of Leonard; and he had a wonderful laugh De thought to himself as he turned the car onto Leonard’s street.
“Did you need to pick-up anything?” De asked, thinking perhaps they could remain together a little while longer.
“No, my wife is getting the shopping today...if she ever gets home; she took the kids with her.”
“A handful are they?”
“Of course they are. You have kids?”
“No just a dog and a turtle. Speaking of handfuls though one of my friends was talking about a guy he worked with a couple of months ago, Shatner I think he said his name was. Worst practical joker he’d ever seen. It’s was like a bomb went off on the set. We should count our blessings. We could be working with him instead of complaining about being heavys.”
Leonard had heard about Shatner. From that description he probably was a complete ass to work with. At least De was friendly. Leonard stole a few more glances at him as he pulled the car into the driveway… and handsome. Things could always be worse.
“Thank you for the ride,” he said, and got out.
“My pleasure; you make good company. Maybe I’ll see you around again.”
“I doubt it, but thank you again.”
De smiled at him. “Well good luck.”
Leonard closed the door of the car and went inside, committing that smile to memory. Wandering into the living room he stretched out on the couch. The smell of cigarettes and De’s car clung to his clothes and Leonard savoured it. Then he sighed and let his mind get back to reality.
It was better that nothing had happened. His marriage might not be the fairytale book happy ending his parents’ relationship was, but he wasn’t about to start taking up with men for a quick one behind the trailers; and that’s what it would have been. It wasn’t like he would every work with De again after all.
***
“So, what do you think, Leonard?” Gene Roddenberry asked, as they made their way across the lot.
“I think I would be interested.”
“Great! I’ll let you talk with Fred Phillips about the make-up but just remember that-” he stopped as he noticed another man walking towards them.
“Oh, De, I didn’t know you we’re here today.”
“I’m not staying, Gene, I just had a meeting.”
Gene nodded and turned to Leonard.
“Leonard I’d like you to meet Deforest Kelley I’m trying to get him on the show too, and darn it I’m going to get him if I have to arrest one of the studio heads!”
Oh, yes Leonard thought, as he shook De’s hand and those baby blue eyes smiled at him, he would be very interested in doing the show indeed.
The End
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This never happened anywhere but in my deranged mind.
Summary: UST on the set of The Virginian: Man of Violence.
I have been corrupted! I really never thought I'd write real person fiction; stupid sexy Nimoy and Kelley and their stupid onscreen chemistry.
On that Lonesome Set
“That’s a wrap!”
As the crew began clearing up Leonard stayed on the bed a while and kept his eyes closed. It wasn’t a bad job considering he had just spent most of it on his back, but it wasn’t where he wanted to be, where he thought he should be, by now in his career. Now it was time once again to go back to pounding the pavement, cleaning fish tanks, and getting letters from his parents ‘hinting’ that he should get a real job.
He opened his eyes to see that the other actor was still sitting in the chair; and who looked so good in black.
“Only two takes you die well,” he said.
Leonard grunted in agreement and got up off the bed.
“Thank you. You sleep well.”
Kelley chuckled. “Thanks. Good thing I’ll have more to do when we get out on location tomorrow.”
Leonard nodded to Kelley as he walked away; wiping the sweat from his face, most of which hadn’t been put there by the make-up department. God he felt awful. It was a good thing he hadn’t been moving around more or he might have vomited on someone’s shoes and then the costume people would have had his head.
He made it to his dressing room, took off the cloth bandage, and changed back into his regular pants. He looked at his shirt for a moment before deciding he felt too hot to wear it and slinging over one arm. As he left he noticed that his name had already been smudged off the door. He hated his life.
He was almost past the trailers when he suddenly felt dizzy. He stumbled and leaned heavily against the nearest wall.
“Hey, you all right?”
He felt a cool hand on his shoulder, and looked over into a pair of bright blue eyes. He knew he should have put his shirt back on first.
“Fine, Mister.”
“Call me De. Look I may only be playing a doctor, but even I know that tripping over your own feet and running a fever don’t make you fine. Let me walk you to the parking lot you can sleep it off in your car.”
Leonard closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over them.
“I walked here, my wife has the car.”
“Then come on, Kid, I’ll give you a lift home.”
His eyes snapped open and he turned his head to give De a piece of his mind...only to see the man was clearly joking about the name and the retort died on his tongue.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome-it’s Leonard right?”
“Yes,” he answered, putting on his shirt and leaving it open as the walked to the parking lot.
“You smoke?”
Leonard pulled out his supply and handed De one.
“Thanks,” he said and lit it as they approached De’s Ford.
Leonard gave De his address and De started the car.
“You got anything lined up after this?” De asked as they drove off the lot.
“No,” Leonard answered, rolling down the window; the breeze felt good on his face.
“Well it’s a tough business all around.”
“Full of tough guy roles it seems.”
“What, it isn’t the highlight of your career to be shot and deal with my wonderful bedside manner? I think I’m offended.”
That got a smile out of Leonard. “Well it’s not like I want some big leading man role it’s just…sometimes I’d just like to play a nice guy!”
“I know what you mean I’ve been trying to get out of the heavy business myself. I’ve got a role coming up in a film...‘Where Love is Gone’ I think is the name. Between this role and that I don’t think I actually kill anybody for the next three months!”
That got a real laugh out of Leonard; and he had a wonderful laugh De thought to himself as he turned the car onto Leonard’s street.
“Did you need to pick-up anything?” De asked, thinking perhaps they could remain together a little while longer.
“No, my wife is getting the shopping today...if she ever gets home; she took the kids with her.”
“A handful are they?”
“Of course they are. You have kids?”
“No just a dog and a turtle. Speaking of handfuls though one of my friends was talking about a guy he worked with a couple of months ago, Shatner I think he said his name was. Worst practical joker he’d ever seen. It’s was like a bomb went off on the set. We should count our blessings. We could be working with him instead of complaining about being heavys.”
Leonard had heard about Shatner. From that description he probably was a complete ass to work with. At least De was friendly. Leonard stole a few more glances at him as he pulled the car into the driveway… and handsome. Things could always be worse.
“Thank you for the ride,” he said, and got out.
“My pleasure; you make good company. Maybe I’ll see you around again.”
“I doubt it, but thank you again.”
De smiled at him. “Well good luck.”
Leonard closed the door of the car and went inside, committing that smile to memory. Wandering into the living room he stretched out on the couch. The smell of cigarettes and De’s car clung to his clothes and Leonard savoured it. Then he sighed and let his mind get back to reality.
It was better that nothing had happened. His marriage might not be the fairytale book happy ending his parents’ relationship was, but he wasn’t about to start taking up with men for a quick one behind the trailers; and that’s what it would have been. It wasn’t like he would every work with De again after all.
***
“So, what do you think, Leonard?” Gene Roddenberry asked, as they made their way across the lot.
“I think I would be interested.”
“Great! I’ll let you talk with Fred Phillips about the make-up but just remember that-” he stopped as he noticed another man walking towards them.
“Oh, De, I didn’t know you we’re here today.”
“I’m not staying, Gene, I just had a meeting.”
Gene nodded and turned to Leonard.
“Leonard I’d like you to meet Deforest Kelley I’m trying to get him on the show too, and darn it I’m going to get him if I have to arrest one of the studio heads!”
Oh, yes Leonard thought, as he shook De’s hand and those baby blue eyes smiled at him, he would be very interested in doing the show indeed.
The End