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Shane seeks out someone from her past for help.
I know it's been awhile since I posted a chapter for this fic, but here goes.
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Tina flipped her cell phone closed as she rushed into the Planet. She looked around, her eyes settling on Shane sitting at a table alone, her feet propped up on a chair, half dozing. Tina smiled slightly, it was almost sad to see Shane sitting there by herself. She had seen her do it many other times, but for some reason, she really seemed completely alone. She walked over to the table and touched Shane’s sneaker, shaking it gently.

“Sorry I’m late,” Tina said, sitting down.

Shane moved her feet off of the chair and pushed it toward Tina. “It’s cool, thanks for meeting me.”

Tina smiled comforting to Shane. “Of course, they start shooting the new ending this week. However, Adele has banned me from the set again. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

Shane sat forward. “So I’m guessing they didn’t listen to your protests?”

Tina shook her head and looked over her shoulder to wave at Helena who was behind the counter. “No. William would not listen to me. There isn’t anything I can do now.”

“You tried; you can only do what you can.”

Tina nodded, a piece of blonde hair falling into one of her eyes. “Is Jenny still not talking to you?”

Shane chuckled to herself, thinking of how Jenny almost always found anywhere else to be when she entered the house. Not that it was funny, it hurt. Shane missed coming into the house to see Jenny writing furiously at her laptop and she would still find the time to stop say a friendly hello and ask how Shane was. But not anymore, now Jenny wouldn‘t even look up from the laptop or she would close it and leave the room. “Apart from the occasional how long are you going to be in the shower, she hasn’t said much to me.”

“How long has it been?” Tina asked sincerely.

Shane thought of the night that Jenny and she had talked out on the porch. It seemed like decades since then. That night Shane had declared to herself that she was going to fight for Jenny. She was going to prove to Jenny that she would never hurt her again, that she would do anything for her. “Nine days, but who’s counting. She still insists on finding another place to live. Max has tried to talk her out of it, but she won‘t budge. I’d leave myself, but I‘m not going to leave her. Even if I’m banished to the studio forever and she won’t speak to me, I’m still going to be there.”

Helena walked over with a pot of tea and set it down in front of Tina. Tina looked up at her and smiled. “Thank you. She’ll get over this, Shane; it’s just going to take some time.”

“Exactly, you just have to hang in there and she will come around,” Helena interjected. “She loves you and she’s just hurt. You may want to think about what to do if she does actually move out.”

Shane winced at the thought. Jenny still living in the house and not speaking to her was one thing, but Shane didn’t think she could handle Jenny not being there at all. “I may be getting that settlement from the fire at WAX soon. I could pay up the rent for awhile and work on getting Jenny to move back in. That’s only if she leaves.”

Shane thought for a moment, picking up her espresso cup. “What if we talked to Joyce? Maybe she could find some kind of legal loop hole that has to do with the movie.”

Tina sighed. “I don’t know that I can get involved with that, if Adele caught wind that I was speaking to a lawyer, I could lose my job.”

Shane nodded, she didn‘t want that to happen. “You’re right. I shouldn’t get you involved anymore. What if we could find another project that Jenny could get attached to?”

“Yeah, but without an agent, it could be hard to get her another job.” Helena said.

“She may feel burned by the film industry, Shane. She might not want to have anything to do with it again. Lez Girls was her baby,” Tina added.

Shane stared off, going through a mental list of people she knew that could maybe help her. Cherie? Fuck that, there was no way she was going to ask her for anything. Joyce was out. Then a face popped into her head, but Shane didn’t have her phone number anymore and she didn’t think the woman would even speak to her. There was no hurt in trying, this was for Jenny. “I think I know someone I can talk to.”

Helena and Tina looked at each other. “Who?”

Shane held up a finger to tell them to wait. She punched in Max’s number and waited while it rang. “Max? You can basically find anyone on your computer right? I just need a phone number, a personal phone number; I don’t want to talk to her assistant.”

Tina started feeling nervous. “Shane who are you talking about?”

Shane looked at Tina and said into the phone. “Veronica Bloom.”

“Veronica Bloom? Jesus, she is a bull dog! Don’t get her involved Shane,” Tina started looking like she was going to hyperventilate.

“Veronica Bloom, isn’t she some studio head at Paramount?” Helena asked.

“Thanks Max, just call me if you find anything, “Shane sighed, closing her phone and touched Tina’s hand. “Calm down, Tina. I’m just going to ask her what we can do, just see if she has any ideas that we may have missed.”


Shane squinted up at the building of Paramount. She started asking herself what the hell she was doing as she walked through the doors and stepped into the elevator. As the elevator approached the floor that Veronica’s office was on, Shane felt her stomach lurch for a moment. She told herself that it was just from the motion of the elevator, not her nerves. It was as she walked toward the door and heard the familiar screaming, that she calmed down. Shane reached for the doorknob and heard a whole lot of “fuck this and fuck that.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head before pushing through the door.

“All I fucking asked for was that god damn David Lynch revised script on my desk 15 minutes ago. Where is it?” Shane couldn’t see where the yelling was coming from simply because there were about three people standing in front of the desk. Two of them were talking on their cell phones. Shane looked to the right of her and saw a very scared, very young man standing in the corner.

Aaron, Veronica’s assistant pushed something by his pocket and spoke into a headset. “Where is the David Lynch script?”

“Who do I have to fuck to get things done around here? Do I have to do it myself? Where is my caramel macchiato?” Shane could see the top of Veronica’s head pacing back and forth behind her desk.

Aaron’s voice caught Shane’s attention, as he spoke into the headset again. “I need that macchiato stat and if someone doesn’t find that script I’m going to kill them.”

“You!” The small lake of assistants parted and Veronica stepped from behind her desk and pointed to the young man in the corner. “Who the hell are you?”

The man’s eyes shot wide open. “Ma’am, I’m Ron…”

Veronica put a hand on her hip and gave Aaron a quick look. “I can’t breathe in here; you people are taking up all oxygen in the room!”

Aaron yelled into the headset. “Get me an oxygen tank pronto. Veronica that is Ron, the new intern you agreed to take on.”

“I don‘t need an oxygen tank.” Veronica put her hand to her forehead as if she was thinking.

“Cancel the oxygen tank.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck, get out of here and get my caramel macchiato! NOW INTERN!” Veronica clapped her hands together. “Hustle!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ron jumped to run out of the room and fell down hard. He let out a scream that sounded more like a little girl.

Veronica threw her arms up in the air and rolled her eyes. “Oh for Christ sakes, be a man, rub some dirt in it and get moving.”

Shane bent down and offered Ron her hand. “Are you alright?”

Ron nodded, getting up from the floor and then ran out the door.

“I have bigger balls than that boy! Fire the little shrimp,” Veronica said over her shoulder to Aaron.

Aaron spoke quickly into his headset. “Fire the intern.”

Shane was beginning to wonder just who the hell Aaron was sending all the demands to over the headset.

Veronica crossed her arms over her chest and stared at Shane as if she had just realized that Shane was in her office. “Well, well, Shane fucking McCutcheon.”

Shane smiled politely. “Hello Veronica.”

After giving Shane the once over, she walked back to her desk and pulled off her blazer, laying it over the arm of her office chair. “I see you still haven’t learned how to dress.”

Shane shook her head and stepped closer. “And I see you haven’t lost your voice from yelling at your minions.”

“Get out,” Veronica said with an amused smile to her assistants. After they left, Veronica sat in her chair and leaned back. “Your phone call piqued my curiosity. What do you want?”

Shane sighed. “I need your help.”

Veronica raised one her eyebrows. “Really, what makes you think that I would help you?”


Helena sauntered over to the table that Jenny was typing on her laptop at. She placed a gentle hand on Jenny’s back, causing her to pause whatever she was typing and look up. She hadn’t been to the Planet in a while and Helena thought she looked thinner than usual.

“Do you need anything, Jenny? Something to drink or eat,” Helena asked softly.

Jenny shook her head and went back to typing. “No thank you.”

Helena sighed and looked up when she noticed two women walk through the doors. The smile slowly faded as she realized who it was. She quickly looked over at Kit who was behind the counter, wiping it down. Kit peered up from her task and instantly got the “oh hell no” look on her face.

Helena exhaled slowly. “Shit.”

Jenny glanced at Helena for a moment and then followed her stare. Adele was speaking to Kit, while Niki looked carefully over at Jenny’s table. She seemed uncomfortable and nervous, pulling lightly on Adele’s sleeve.

“Adele let’s just go some place else,” Niki whispered to her.

Adele turned and saw Jenny, a smirk formed on her lips. “It’s fine, we are just ordering a few things to go.”

Helena leaned down to speak to Jenny. “Do you want me to kick the bloody slags out?”

Jenny sat motionless for a minute. She could feel her anger starting to boil over. She knew that Adele came here to make her uneasy and it was working for a second. Soon Jenny felt relieved at seeing her look alike, she had held her composure at the wrap party. Jenny had acted with some dignity and class toward Adele then. She didn’t really feel like she wanted to act polite now.

“Huh? Slags? No. No it’s ok.” Jenny said in her soft feminine voice, standing up and walking over to the counter. Helena followed her and went around the counter to stand next to Kit. Helena stared down Adele.

Helena spoke to Kit. “What are they doing here?”

Adele smiled and placed a hand on the counter. “Ordering drinks hopefully. Niki do you want something?”

Niki shook her head no, while Helena laughed slightly. “You are kidding me.”

“Don’t you have assistants or something to get your food?” Kit said simply.

“Believe it or not Kit, not all directors have to have someone fetch coffee for them, “Adele turned and smiled sweetly at Jenny. “Hi Jenny.”

Niki started talking in her awkward nervous way. “Jenny it wasn’t my idea to come here. You look really good. Doesn’t she look good Adele?”

Jenny ignored Niki. “How is the new ending coming?”

Adele raised her eyebrows slightly. “I’m sure you have Tina spying for you, so you tell me.”

Niki ran her hand through her hair nervously. “Adele, stop.”

“Excuse me?” Jenny crossed her arms over her chest. “Tina is not spying for me, I have no clue what’s going on, other than the fact that you are changing the ending.”

“Well you don’t need to worry about the film anymore. I don’t appreciate you sending your hairdresser to threaten me.” Adele said softly.

Jenny cocked her head in confusion. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Adele laughed to herself. “Oh please like you didn’t know that Shane found me and basically told me not to fuck with her.”

Jenny shook her head. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“It was slightly entertaining, Shane trying to swoop in and save poor little Jenny. The funny thing is she knows nothing about the business and possibly cost Tina her job. It‘s all pretty pathetic.” Adele turned her back on Jenny speaking to Niki.

“You are one trifling bitch.” Kit said as Helena set down Adele’s to go cup. Jenny stared at the back of Adele’s head and suddenly envisioned herself jumping on her back, body slamming her to the floor. But she snapped out of that quickly, instead she turned her attention to the clear plastic cup of red liquid that sat on the counter. Helena glanced at Jenny, catching her movements from the corner of her eye. Jenny was mechanically reaching for the cup and picking it up.

Helena said quietly. “Jenny don’t.”

Jenny didn’t listen to her and waited until Adele turned to look at her again. Smiling sweetly, Jenny poured the cold drink over Adele’s head. Helena covered her mouth and Kit just laughed.

Adele gasped as the sticky drink slid down her cheeks, while Niki shrieked. “Oh My God.”

Jenny threw the cup down and dusted her hands off dramatically. “Well I don‘t know about you ladies, but that was slightly entertaining.”


Veronica had kicked back her feet onto her desk and was rocking slightly in the office chair. “Directors get fired all the time and movie scripts get changed all the time. Unfortunately, there isn’t much you can do about it, aside from buying the rights back, but I can guarantee you don’t have that kind of money. Does your friend have any other treatments or scripts written that she is trying to get produced?”

Shane shrugged. “I don’t know. This movie, Lez Girls, was the one that matters to her.”

“Maybe I could get her onto another project. But the word is out that your friend is extremely hard to work with and can’t keep it in her pants when it comes to the actresses. She is going to have a hard time finding an agent and producers who are going to want to work with her. She is a high risk,” Veronica said putting her feet down to reach over and snatch a piece of candy from the candy dish on her desk. “Why is this so fucking important to you?”

The answer came easy to Shane. “She’s my best friend and I want to help her.”

Veronica pushed herself up from the chair and walked around the desk, perching on the ledge. She looked down at Shane and smiled to herself. “So if I pull some strings and get her hired for another project, what will you do for me?”

I knew that was coming, Shane thought to herself. Shane sighed and looked down at her hands. “I could…could be your assistant again?”

“I have more than enough assistants.”

Shane was thankful that Veronica didn‘t go for that offer. “I can do hair for the next two movies you produce, for free.”

The curvy woman looked down and picked a piece of lint from her trousers. “Tempting, but no.”

“I’m not having sex with you.”

Veronica looked disgusted. “Oh fuck, do you really think that you are that hot?”

“Then what?” Shane had run out of ideas and she wasn’t sure that Jenny would even want to work on a movie with Veronica.

“I think I have a better suggestion than getting your friend a job. Do you feel up to encouraging a tough client into selling me the rights to her story?”

Shane groaned. “Oh no, who is it?”

Veronica picked up the candy dish and offered one to Shane. “You.”

Shane waved off the offer of candy slightly annoyed. “What?”

“Oh come on Shane, I’ve kept my eye on you for the past few years. You’ve gone through some interesting things.” Veronica set down the dish and began pacing the room.

Shane‘s eyes followed her as she moved around the room. “That’s just…creepy. My life would not make an interesting movie. Not to mention my life is private, not something I want to share with the world.”

“Think about it you could make enough money to set up your own little production of Lez Girls. You could make the story the way that your friend wanted it to be,” Veronica started getting excited as she spoke.

Shane went silent for a moment. “It’s not the whole movie that needs to be redone, it’s just the ending.”

Veronica turned around and smiled confidently at Shane, she walked to her desk and pulled out a pad of paper, writing numbers on it. “Well, you would have enough money to redo the ending for her and maybe more. Perhaps you could put some money towards her next project. Why don’t you think about it for a little while and get back to me. However, this offer won’t be on the table for long. This is the amount of money I’d be willing to put into your story.”

Shane kept her eyes on Veronica before she decided to look down at the figure on the paper. She gazed back at Veronica stoically; finally Shane got up and walked out making sure to keep her confident and cool composure. As she opened the door, the assistants piled back into the office. One of them was holding a platter with what looked like a script and large beverage glass.

Shane could hear Veronica yelling as she walked down the hall.

“You call this a macchiato?! This is the worst fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” Shane looked back toward the office door as she waited for the elevator and jumped when she saw a glass come flying out the door and hit the wall. “ALL OF YOU GET OUT!”
Chapter End Notes:
Thanks to DD for the suggestion to reintroduce Veronia Bloom.

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