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Caleb Holmes
Practice Makes Perfect!
Sat Mar 26, 2005 23:38

Life was good.

Infinitely happy that he was home, able to sleep in a bed with his lover, take care of the odd little family that he had found, and he was home! There was only one drawback in his oh so humble opinion: Work! They had Sunday together as always, and then he was off to work. Those bastards only gave him the first day back off because he had been injured.

The first day back, no one asked why their boss limped around, or about the new analyst he had dragged in first thing that morning. Maybe she was a side project, something to amuse him in between Rob sending him on idiotic quests across the country. In truth, Caleb valued her untainted view on things, and thought that it may be helpful eventually. If it paid off, all the better. He just had to keep Steve’s grubby mitts off the girl so he wouldn’t ruin her! But he was finding that the week after an operation like this was absolutely hectic, managing telephone and satellite conferences, creating red tape instead of cutting through it all, and being a general nuisance to the populous at large. Fun, but exhausting.

Of course, Richard hadn’t been quite so calm about Caleb, completely spazzing out when they walked in early; always a sure sign something was wrong. Especially when the agent wasn’t in a suit and tie! But it happened only that day, while the rest of the week he was easily two hours late for rehearsal. If his voice hadn’t been up to par and the role itself not simple, the cast would’ve been in a shitload of trouble. But, they were in luck! Super G-Man to the rescue! Riiiight.

The fairy tale couldn’t last forever though.

“Come on, folks!” Caleb wasn’t happy, limping about the conference table surrounded by lackadaisical agents that he was prepared to smack silly. The cane was propped up against a wall today, which was all the better because he hated the damned thing. Though it was really good to prod an errant person back to their task, though that was viewed as ‘demeaning’. Pffbt. What did they know?! So instead, he rapped his knuckles against the top of Steve’s skull, which he obviously didn’t appreciate. “Stop staring at the skirt, and pay attention. This isn’t some God damn high school class that you can blow off.” This wasn’t quite working. One malcontent and the entire lot goes to waste.

“I already know this shit, so why am I even here?” … He did not just say that. Without so much as a by-your-leave, Caleb grabbed a fist-full of Steve’s collar and hauled the idiot to his feet, dragging the pitiful excuse for an analyst off into the adjoining room. Small, windowless, used for storage space and filing systems during important conferences so the place wasn’t unprofessional looking. Previously, he had thought it a complete waste of money, especially with the soundproofing! But now he was praising the government for its foibles and inconsistencies.

“What the hell is your problem, Ricker?!” Steven Ricker, asshole extraordinaire had just been thrown into an errant metal chair stacked between some boxes, head rebounding off the wall. That looked like it hurt. Good!

“You’re fukking nuts! I’m out of here.” No no, that wasn’t any good either. Opting to push Steve back in the chair, Caleb favored his injured leg, feeling it throb as his blood pressure rose. This really was a bunch of bullshit, and consequently told him so, along with the admonition to act his age. “I’m nearly the same age you are! Just like everyone else in the other room!” Early twenties, fresh out of the academy. Caleb had brought it upon himself to do some more in depth research of his new staff, and found everything absolutely horrifying.

“You really are an idiot, aren’t you?” Caleb asked, absolutely astonished. “How can someone with such a high I.Q. be a moron like you?” Rubbing the side of his face, he could only shake his head. And when Steve tried to interject, saying that he could do Caleb’s job without thinking, he nearly smacked the fool. “Here’s a little factoid for you: For fifteen years I’ve been with the government. Maybe in ten years you can try, but until then, keep your god damn mouth shut and do what I say!”

Apparently the soundproofing wasn’t all that soundproof, or Caleb was rather loud. Regardless, when the pair reappeared, most of the analysts gathered were stricken with lighter features, seated very still until Steve rejoined them. Actually, he felt a great deal better after the outburst in private quarters, and hadn’t even said anything out of line. Fantastic! “Perhaps everyone here feels that they can do their jobs standing on their heads. That’s fine, do it. I really don’t care. All I need is for you to do as I say.” Pausing, and knowing he’d be in a world of trouble for this, he continued. “If you have a difficulty with something, see me in my office. This is a learning process.”

For the next hour he had to deal with a boatload of stunned analysts that had just learned they weren’t the hot shit they thought they were.

“Oh… my God. Simon, your girlfriend is back! With food!” It was Steve’s outburst, which quickly earned him a smack on the back of the head, but he let it slide all the same. One motion and everyone was herding out, grateful for the respite, but none more relieved than Caleb. In reality, he didn’t have to go anywhere, the duo gravitating toward him while analysts fled to their own offices to lunch.

“Hi, honey.” Falling down onto a seat beside her, he absently patted Lucy’s hand, giving a smile. “Mrs. Fowler abducted me, so please lay all the blame at Rob’s feet.” Rob, eh? Quirking a brow at that, he chuckled and shook his head. Right until the man showed up. Rob kissed his wife, and then kissed Lucy on the cheek. What in the hell was going on here?! He felt like he was being plotted against.

“We’d like to have dinner with you next week, Alex. You can bring Simon along if you like.” Nice, very nice.

“Yes, bring Simon along… if you must.”

“Very cute you two,” Caleb muttered with a snort, eyeing the bag that was his lunch. As always, there was a salad inside and the like. If it wasn’t Asian cuisine, he ate rabbit food. But that wasn’t going to cut it today. “Why don’t you two enjoy lunch in silence. I know you don’t see enough of Rob as it is, Mrs. Fowler.” At least he had manners! Tugging Lucy up by her hand with a mischievous grin of his own, he pulled her toward the doorway, fetching his cane.

“Leaving early?” At least Rob had swallowed before asking the question. Sigh.

“Definitely. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Pausing, he bent down to brush a kiss upon Beth’s cheek. “Always a pleasure, ma’am.” His mother had definitely raised him properly. Or maybe it was all the military training.

Screw fast food. He was taking Lucy out to eat! Steaaaak…

“Oooh, we’re early!” Caleb said with a mock gasp, an arm wrapped about Lucy’s shoulders as they meandered down the aisle at the theater. They had enjoyed such a pleasant lunch and afternoon alone together, he hadn’t wanted it to end. But rehearsal was rehearsal, and he was going to make an attempt to be there on time from now on. Along with a multitude of other things that he should have long since been doing for Lucy since the beginning. “C’mon!” Draaaag.

Insistently he dragged his lover up on stage, where the lights were low, offering a lovely ambiance that was difficult to achieve in typical theater. Eyeing Lucy for a moment once they reached center stage, he twirled her about until they both faced the audience, warmly holding her against his chest. He was feeling randy! Cane tossed aside, his fingertips danced across Lucy’s throat before he began.

“Past the point of no return – no backward glanced: The games we’ve played till now are at an end… Past all thought of "if" and "when" - no use resisting: Abandon thought, and let the dream descend… What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlock its door? What sweet seduction lies before us…?” Caleb was definitely having fun with this! “Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return…”

He absolutely adored the way Lucy sang, falling easily into the role of Christine. How could it be difficult, with the dozens of times they had performed it, and the hundreds that they had practiced? Her voice was silky and smooth, sending goosebumps across his shoulders when an errant touch brushed his throat. Damn! If rehearsal wasn’t so soon, he would’ve taken her on the stage right here and now!

“Past the point of no return - no going back now: Our passion-play has now, at last, begun… Past all thought of right and wrong - one final question: How long should we two wait, before we're one…? When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us…?” Spun with Lucy’s back against his chest, his hands traveled across her abdomen, plucking hers up by the wrists before using them as a prop along the way. There was just something about this song…

“Past the point of no return, the final threshold – the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn…” Their voices rang out through the theater as their faces tilted toward one another. So close to a kiss… God, it felt like he was Gino all over again! “We’ve passed the point of no return…” Down libido, down!

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime… Lead me, save me from my solitude…” For some ungodly reason, Caleb could feel his eyes become moist as he sang those lines, his fingertips caressing Lucy’s cheeks as he went on. “Say you’ll want me with you, here beside you…” Why the hell was there a note of pleading in his voice? This was just a song, not a performance! “Anywhere you go let me go too – Christine, that’s all I ask of—!”

Silence rang through the theater for a hairsbreadth, before it erupted.

“Holy shit you two!” Caleb jumped, startled as all hell as he peered toward the audience with a squint, hardly feeling grateful that the house lights rose. Oh shit, they were all there. “That was… Oh my God!”

The applause drowned out any further reply, and Caleb felt like he wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.

  • Hijinks AwayLucy Avellino, Sat Mar 26 13:01
    “Hi princess…” The two most beautiful words in the English language to her right now, floating on the air despite his next comment. Rather embarassing, really, only noticing now that he was using... more
    • Practice Makes Perfect! — Caleb Holmes, Sat Mar 26 23:38
      • Stressfully CleanLucy Avellino, Mon Mar 28 18:34
        “Oooh, we’re early!” Well, of course they were early, it was only four o'clock! Caleb had been in a jovial mood all afternoon, however, which she attributed to the steak-and-potatoes meal he'd... more
        • Inciting MayhemCaleb Holmes, Tue Mar 29 00:08
          Broadway! Titter. Fantastic! Giggle. Bravissima! Squeal. Caleb’s head was beginning to hurt. “No, it was very kind…” He could hear Lucy off amongst her own throng; somehow it reminded him of the days ... more
          • Blithering Idiots -R- UsLucy Avellino, Tue Mar 29 23:13
            “Good morning princess. Want some juice?” Not especially, but she wasn't going to argue with the agent when he had his 'work' face on. Big ole scowl meant to frighten the dickens out of your average... more
            • Cloak and DaggersCaleb Holmes, Wed Mar 30 15:40
              Oh shit, now he was in for it. “You went to New York and didn’t tell me?” Caleb cringed as they entered the apartment they shared, trying to valiantly carry Lucy’s burden of an over weighted duffle... more
              • Theatre Rats and Street MiceLucy Avellino, Thu Mar 31 00:28
                “Sweetheart, we’ve got to go. It’s begun.” Tragic films had started with better lines. ‘It’ – that undefined event that had to happen was unfolding now. Lucy glanced around the silent theatre;... more
                • High NoonCaleb Holmes, Thu Mar 31 02:17
                  “What in the hell happened?!” Practice had been called on account of Gino returning, and now he was plopped at the piano with David seated in the director’s chair, interrogating him endlessly. “Where ... more
                  • The End of a StoryTHEM, Thu Mar 31 02:18
                    “Who the hell is this?!” “Sh-sh-shelly Bartmen! Gino’s been hurt!” The girl began to sob uncontrollably into the telephone, which wasn’t helping Rob any. “Some guys came in asking after him, wanting... more
                    • EpilogueLucy Avellino, Thu Mar 31 21:42
                      Ring! Ring-ring! Ring-ring-ring! Not a completely uncommon sound during rehearsals, even if it came from a government spook. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. There were other words as... more
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