Touch of an Angel
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,140
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
The Third Man ( 'cause there's always one )
TOUCH OF AN ANGEL
Chapter 2 : The third Man ( 'cause there's always one )
Pairing : Sean Bean / OFC
Rating : PG ( for now )
Warning : Nothing for now.
Disclamer : Nothing happened. I don't know Sean Bean or his friends or family.
Chapter Summary : Sean and Kit are not the only ones to have a bad day. Please R&R !
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Stan was anxious. As Sean's agent, it was his duty to take care of his reputation ... which was not an easy task, given the man's temper and the chaos of his private life.
Two children. Two divorces. And now, Sean was shamelessly flirting with his female partner in Sharpe : Abigail Cruttenden.
Stan had hoped that, perhaps, his protégé had learnt his lesson with Melanie, but no ! Whay would he worry ? Stan was paid for that, as Sean nicely put it on more than one occasion.
And worry, Stan did when Sean came back to his office with an unconscious child in his arms. What if the boy was hurt ? What if he intended to lodge a complaint against him ? Or worse : sell the story to the tabloids !
' Sean Bean molest a child ! The victim tells everything ! '
Stan was coming close to hyperventilation ! But maybe he'd be able to convince the boy to keep the story to himself ... with a little - encouragement - that is ...
Stan had left them in the lounge while he called to Sean's insurer - best to anticipate the worst ... - and now that he was more relax - or at least, less anxious - he was bringing a glass of water for the child.
When he opened the lounge's door, he saw Sean smiling to the boy. - Good. -
" So, how is our injured ? "
He tried to keep his tone light and held the glass out to the boy with a forced smile. Sean turned to him and grinned.
" A little dizzy, but she's fine. "
" Great ! Now, I hope - wait a minute ... - she - ? You're a girl ? "
Stan stared at the child laying on the couch. Loose trousers. Khaki sweatshirt. And a nice, pale face with light hair and big dark eyes glaring at him.
" Why, yes. That's what they keep telling me ! "
Stan shrugged.
" Sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. "
She raised an eyebrow and straightened up, ready to speak, but Sean interrupted her.
" So, let me make the introductions : Stan, this is Kit. Kit, this is Stanley Sheffield, my agent. "
She frowned.
" Agent ? " She eyed Stan up and down, then turned to Sean in wonder. " Are you a movie star or something ? "
Stan's eyes widened.
" You mean ... you don't know him ... you don't know - who - he is ? "
The girl shrugged.
" Well ... he's Sean. "
Stan didn't know what to say. And Sean wasn't helping. Grinning, he seemed to enjoy himself far too much in Stan's opinion.
" - Sean - ? Of course, he's Sean ! Sean BEAN ! "
The girl froze.
" You're Sean - Bean - ? "
" Why, yes. "
She chuckled.
" Fucking Hell ! You're my cousin's idole ! "
" The one who threw you out ? "
" Precisely. " She grinned. " I'd give my arm to see her face right now if she knew ... "
Now it was Sean's turn to be eyed up and down, and he gave in patiently, crossing his arms on in chest, a half-smile dancing on his lips.
" So ... like what you see ? "
The girl seemed thoughful.
" Well ... you're not exactly how I imagined you ... "
Sean raised an eyebrow.
" No ? "
She shook her head.
" Uu - uu "
" And what, pray tell, have you imagined ? "
" 'Don't know ... Fanny kept telling me how tall, and hot, and sexy you were ... "
Sean laughed.
" Oh, I see : now you're disappointed to see how short, ugly and ordinary I really am ! "
" Not really ... I mean, you're tall, and hot, and sexy, but I thought you were ... I don't know ... -older - ... "
Sean grinned like a fool.
" So, you think I'm young ? "
" Why, yes ! You're what ... 35 ... at the very most ? "
A look of triumph on his face, Sean turned to Stan,.
" See ? I told you I wasn't - that - old ! "
" I didn't - "
" You said he was old ? "
How dare this little girl speak to him like that ! Stan thought that she deserved a lesson, but Sean seemed to like her, so he breathed in deeply to calm down.
" I've - never - said that Sean was old. It's the producers that have decided to pick a younger actor to play Cyrano. "
" They're daft. "
Stan blinked.
" I beg you pardon ? "
" I said they're fucking daft to give the part to another one. I mean, Sean has the nose already ... "
Sean burst into laughter but Stan just stared at her.
" Are you mad or something ? "
" Hey ! Watch your mouth, old man ! "
" ' Old man ' ? I'm younger than Sean ! "
" So ? "
" You said he was young and now you call - me - an ' old man ' ? "
" Well, he may be older, but he's sexy ... you can't say the same for everybody ... "
By the time the girl had finished her speach, Sean was crying with laughter and seemed to struggle to find his words.
" Alright ... I think that's enough for one day ! "
He took the girl's rucksack then offer his arm to her.
" Time to get your cab, Pig Head ! "
She accepted it with a smile.
" Lead the way, Big Nose ! "
Left alone, Stan felt his blood seethe with anger. How dare she mocked him ! The little bitch ! He would make her pay !
He smiled slyly ... oh, yes ... she would pay ... sooner or later ...
TBC
Chapter 2 : The third Man ( 'cause there's always one )
Pairing : Sean Bean / OFC
Rating : PG ( for now )
Warning : Nothing for now.
Disclamer : Nothing happened. I don't know Sean Bean or his friends or family.
Chapter Summary : Sean and Kit are not the only ones to have a bad day. Please R&R !
~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~
Stan was anxious. As Sean's agent, it was his duty to take care of his reputation ... which was not an easy task, given the man's temper and the chaos of his private life.
Two children. Two divorces. And now, Sean was shamelessly flirting with his female partner in Sharpe : Abigail Cruttenden.
Stan had hoped that, perhaps, his protégé had learnt his lesson with Melanie, but no ! Whay would he worry ? Stan was paid for that, as Sean nicely put it on more than one occasion.
And worry, Stan did when Sean came back to his office with an unconscious child in his arms. What if the boy was hurt ? What if he intended to lodge a complaint against him ? Or worse : sell the story to the tabloids !
' Sean Bean molest a child ! The victim tells everything ! '
Stan was coming close to hyperventilation ! But maybe he'd be able to convince the boy to keep the story to himself ... with a little - encouragement - that is ...
Stan had left them in the lounge while he called to Sean's insurer - best to anticipate the worst ... - and now that he was more relax - or at least, less anxious - he was bringing a glass of water for the child.
When he opened the lounge's door, he saw Sean smiling to the boy. - Good. -
" So, how is our injured ? "
He tried to keep his tone light and held the glass out to the boy with a forced smile. Sean turned to him and grinned.
" A little dizzy, but she's fine. "
" Great ! Now, I hope - wait a minute ... - she - ? You're a girl ? "
Stan stared at the child laying on the couch. Loose trousers. Khaki sweatshirt. And a nice, pale face with light hair and big dark eyes glaring at him.
" Why, yes. That's what they keep telling me ! "
Stan shrugged.
" Sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. "
She raised an eyebrow and straightened up, ready to speak, but Sean interrupted her.
" So, let me make the introductions : Stan, this is Kit. Kit, this is Stanley Sheffield, my agent. "
She frowned.
" Agent ? " She eyed Stan up and down, then turned to Sean in wonder. " Are you a movie star or something ? "
Stan's eyes widened.
" You mean ... you don't know him ... you don't know - who - he is ? "
The girl shrugged.
" Well ... he's Sean. "
Stan didn't know what to say. And Sean wasn't helping. Grinning, he seemed to enjoy himself far too much in Stan's opinion.
" - Sean - ? Of course, he's Sean ! Sean BEAN ! "
The girl froze.
" You're Sean - Bean - ? "
" Why, yes. "
She chuckled.
" Fucking Hell ! You're my cousin's idole ! "
" The one who threw you out ? "
" Precisely. " She grinned. " I'd give my arm to see her face right now if she knew ... "
Now it was Sean's turn to be eyed up and down, and he gave in patiently, crossing his arms on in chest, a half-smile dancing on his lips.
" So ... like what you see ? "
The girl seemed thoughful.
" Well ... you're not exactly how I imagined you ... "
Sean raised an eyebrow.
" No ? "
She shook her head.
" Uu - uu "
" And what, pray tell, have you imagined ? "
" 'Don't know ... Fanny kept telling me how tall, and hot, and sexy you were ... "
Sean laughed.
" Oh, I see : now you're disappointed to see how short, ugly and ordinary I really am ! "
" Not really ... I mean, you're tall, and hot, and sexy, but I thought you were ... I don't know ... -older - ... "
Sean grinned like a fool.
" So, you think I'm young ? "
" Why, yes ! You're what ... 35 ... at the very most ? "
A look of triumph on his face, Sean turned to Stan,.
" See ? I told you I wasn't - that - old ! "
" I didn't - "
" You said he was old ? "
How dare this little girl speak to him like that ! Stan thought that she deserved a lesson, but Sean seemed to like her, so he breathed in deeply to calm down.
" I've - never - said that Sean was old. It's the producers that have decided to pick a younger actor to play Cyrano. "
" They're daft. "
Stan blinked.
" I beg you pardon ? "
" I said they're fucking daft to give the part to another one. I mean, Sean has the nose already ... "
Sean burst into laughter but Stan just stared at her.
" Are you mad or something ? "
" Hey ! Watch your mouth, old man ! "
" ' Old man ' ? I'm younger than Sean ! "
" So ? "
" You said he was young and now you call - me - an ' old man ' ? "
" Well, he may be older, but he's sexy ... you can't say the same for everybody ... "
By the time the girl had finished her speach, Sean was crying with laughter and seemed to struggle to find his words.
" Alright ... I think that's enough for one day ! "
He took the girl's rucksack then offer his arm to her.
" Time to get your cab, Pig Head ! "
She accepted it with a smile.
" Lead the way, Big Nose ! "
Left alone, Stan felt his blood seethe with anger. How dare she mocked him ! The little bitch ! He would make her pay !
He smiled slyly ... oh, yes ... she would pay ... sooner or later ...
TBC