This is a Fantasy about Wentworth Miller. None of this is true. It's all just straight out of my vivid imagination. This doesn't get too erotic for awhile. Bear with me, through it though and you won't be disappointed.
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He stands with the others watching the car as it takes off incredibly fast. Hitting the brakes the car seems to spin out of control. The driver recovers and hits the gas yet again, to show off for the waiting crowd. Thinking out loud he says, "Damn! He's good." A man to his right looks over to him and asks, "What was that?"
"I said he's good." He reiterates.
"Oh," the guy grins, "one of the best."
The driver gets summoned back in by radio, and someone steps out onto the tarmac. Instead of slowing down to come closer to the crowd, the car seems to keep up the speed with which it was doing its tricks. The man on the tarmac talks into the radio and motions for the driver to park it along side him. The tires scream as everyone in the crowd seems to draw and hold a breath. The driver comes to a screeching halt not a foot from the man with the radio that had stepped out to indicate where the car should stop. Applause breaks out as two men step up to help the driver out of the open window of the car. The crowd that was milling around started to break up and go their separate ways.
The driver took off the helmet and a heap of brunette curls went flying as the driver shook out her hair. Shocked that the stuntman was really a stuntwoman, he let his jaw drop. She slid out of the driving suit revealing a very fit, somewhat tall figure.
"Someone's got to do something about the heat in that thing." She was conversing with the man that radioed her in. "Spielberg's people had a new thermal suit that didn't make me sweat nearly as much," she told him.
"Well, this isn't a Spielberg film honey," he says with a grunt. He grabs the suit and helmet from her and hands it off to a gofer.
She responds, "Well, I suppose I could make a call and see if I can work something out with them."
At this point, the Assistant Director James Hallowell walks up to her and tells her what a good job she just did. Without pausing he turns to introduce her to the leading man of the film. "This is Wentworth Miller. He's the one we'll be doing the skyjump scenes with."
She reaches out her hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller."
"I think you had better call me Wentworth. From the schematics I've seen of this stunt, you and I are going to get very close and personal." His shy smile falters a second as he gets his first look into her unusual eyes.
"My name's Heidi," she says sliding an accusatory look over to James. He shrugs and suggests they get back to the set to see if it's ready for the next stunt.
"Are you going to let go?" Heidi asks quietly.
Realizing he's still holding her hand and looking into her eyes, he sheepishly lets go of her hand. Before he can apologize she turns to start a conversation with someone else. He's left feeling odd about the encounter. The only coherent thought in his head is "Wow."
Meanwhile, she is trying to cover up her reaction to him by avoiding him. "Dayuuummm," was her initial thought. Strong hands, beautiful green eyes, and a voice to make any girl melt. It was making her feel a bit gooey inside. A feeling she hadn't felt in a long time. Staying out of his way would be a really good idea, she thought to herself, at least, as much as it will be possible. Feelings like this led to entanglements that had no place in this business. This attitude had led to getting the respect she had for being very business-like and professional, which, in turn, got her better paying jobs. In this business you had to have the respect of the people you worked with or you didn't work for very long. Hollyweird at it's finest, she thought.
Moving their way onto the set, lots of people were milling around when the leading actress decided to make an appearance. Driving her little sports car directly onto the set, she parks it not far from where the director is sitting in front of his monitors. With a flourish of her auburn locks she gets out of her car and saunters over to the director's seat.
"I thought that you didn't want to do this scene, Amber," the director states.
"My agent doesn't think I can do it, Gene. I'm here to prove him wrong." Amber responds in her well-known high-pitched voice.
"It's going to take some time getting the rigging set up for you. We had it fit for your stunt double." Seeing the determined look on her face he gives in. He calls for a gofer to take Amber to the rigging area where the men there re-fit it for her. Heidi, Wentworth and a couple of other stunt men and crew quietly discuss this turn of events.
Jeremy, Heidi's assistant, elbows his way through the small crowd.
"Get a hold of Spielberg's people and see who he used for costume design on that last pic of his. See if you can get me the number." Heidi asks him.
"Of course," he replies. Heidi misses the note of sarcasm in his voice. It isn't lost on all the surrounding people. Wentworth surreptitiously eyes Jeremy. He seems rather out of place among the crew. His punk rocker hair-do that seemed like an awful lot of work, dark eyeliner and black clothing made him stick out. Everyone around him looked like regular working men. None of them put much thought into their appearance because they were the behind-the-scenes crew. Jeremy just seemed out of place.
Heidi turned to a crew member, "I thought she was afraid of heights," speaking about Amber. Wentworth interjects, "I think she's trying to prove something." He flicks a raised eyebrow to her.
"Yeah," she says softly, "but who is she trying to prove it to? Everyone knows she's never done this sort of thing before. She faints at the slightest provocation." Some of the crew around her nodded their agreement.
The director interrupts by telling Wentworth to go to wardrobe, seeing that Amber was set up and on her way there as well.. It didn't take long to get her fitted because Heidi was chosen for her similarity in body frame to the actress.
The scene is supposed to be the two actors hanging onto each other as they plummet out of a plane with one parachute. Wentworth wears the chute and holds tightly onto the actress. For safety sake, the close-ups are shot with the actress in a harness with really thin but strong straps. These would be erased in post-production. Initially, Amber was going to do the close-ups because they were only a few feet in the air. But today's schedule was for the long camera shots where the actors would be really high up. Each actor was rigged up to individual ropes in case there was a problem with grasping onto each other. As they were being raised up into the air, Amber's face was getting whiter and she was visibly shaking. The crew stopped them halfway up so the director could ask her whether she wanted to continue. She said she did, so reluctantly he raised them up the entire 250 feet off the ground. When she got to the top, Amber started screaming that she wanted down. They had to bring both actors down simultaneously. By the time they reached the ground, Amber was squeezing her eyes shut and holding on for dear life. A few hidden smirks were seen throughout the crew, but for the most part everyone kept their reactions to themselves. Heidi walked up to help Amber out of the rigging. When Amber finally opened her eyes she caught Heidi and said, "I don't know how you do it, but today I'm grateful that it'll be you up there and not me. I tried, but perhaps my agent is right." Amber was clearly embarrassed about the whole incident.
"There are lots of people that are afraid of heights, Amber. Don't be upset about this. This is why they pay me to do it." Heidi said, trying to be supportive. It was difficult when all she was thinking was how Amber was being a fool.
Getting Amber back to her car so someone could chauffeur her off set, and getting Heidi re-fitted in the rigging took awhile. Wentworth was showing an abundant amount of patience, Heidi thought. After getting into costume, they were raised to the top of the rigging where the cameras finally started rolling.
The first few takes were made, when back up at the top of the stunt, Heidi felt something rip. As they both watched one of the cords quickly snake its way past them, they looked into each others eyes and yelled for the crew. Before anyone could react, her entire rigging started to unravel. As she slid down, Heidi grabbed hold of Wentworth and slid down his body ending up with one arm around his waistline. He grabbed at her, only catching her left arm. Thinking quickly, Wentworth said, "See if you can step up on my foot!" Heidi does so and yells, "Put out your left hand!" He does so, grabbing hold of her other arm as she swings it up to reach his. She grabs his rigging and works herself up to where he can grab her around the waist and she can clasp her hands behind his neck. Looking at each other they both try to catch their breath. "Thank you," she says gasping for air. "You saved my life." He says, "Just hold onto me. Don't let go."
"You don't actually think I'm going to let you go anytime soon do you?" She asks recovering her breath.
He shakes his head, "No, nor am I."
Finally the crew lowers them down at an excruciatingly slow pace. Afraid that if they go too fast one or the both of them may lose their grip. To incite a bit of calm Wentworth asks a question that's been burning in his mind. "What color are your eyes exactly?"
With a weak smile at his attempt, Heidi answers, "One is half brown and half blue the other is blue. The blue parts change from blue to green to gray or hazel, depending on my mood or what I'm wearing."
