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wl_fanfictionTitle: And in the end...
Pairing: Ryan and Colin
Synopsis: It was just supposed to be a game... But something a little more 'real' happened.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not in this universe. And in an alternate one, would you really want to witness this? I don't think so...
~ And in the end… ~
“Welcome back to Whose Line is it Anyway – the show where everything is made up and the points don’t matter… just like the effect you get when spraying perfume on a skunk, it just doesn’t matter…”
The audience tittered appreciatively as Ryan made his mad-dog face. Wayne held his nose and fanned himself, “Dayum!”
“This next game is for all four of you, Song Titles! Now, Greg and Wayne, you’re going to start, and we’ll see who can stay out there the longest without getting buzzed out. The scene is a relationship goes bad. Take it away, Greg and Wayne!”
Wayne flounced over to Greg and pointed offstage “Hit the road, Jack!”
Greg wouldn’t take the rejection easily and grasped Wayne's hands in his. “I think I love you.”
“You can’t hide your lying eyes…”
> BUZZ < “That’s just ‘Lyin’ eyes’ – you gave the lyrics.” Wayne sat moved to the side and Colin came in.
“Wasted days and wasted nights.” Colin shook his head.
“I’m all out of love”
“Salt in my tears” Colin pretended to blot at invisible tears.
“Don’t cry, Daddy.” Someone snickered in the audience.
“Mama’s in the sky with Elvis” Colin intoned solemnly over his steepled fingers. Greg didn’t stand a chance. He managed to whoop two breaths before snorting as Drew buzzed him out.
Ryan took the stage. “We can work it out!” There was real desperation in his voice.
“It’s over now.” Colin's arms were crossed, his lips thinned in anger.
Ryan pressed a finger against Colin’s lips. “Don’t you…”
“I can’t go for that!” Colin knocked Ryan’s hand down. Someone in the audience gasped, and was hastily shushed by their friends.
“What do I have to do?” Ryan's head was hanging down, shoulders slumped. His voice was strained and cracked.
“Leave me alone.” Even though it was a song title, the audience stirred uneasily. This wasn’t turning out to be a normal game. The cameras kept rolling.
“Don’t give up on us!” Ryan flinched, almost going down on one knee as he overbalanced.
“Losing game…”
“You won’t let me go!” Ryan spread his hands out, looking as though he was ready for crucifixion, if that was what Colin wanted from him.
“For the record?” Colin crossed his arms on his chest – as immovable as the Pharaoh’s mummy he once portrayed.
“I only have eyes for you!” Even to his own ears, Ryan’s words came out rushed, artificial…
There was an audible "What the f.." from Wayne that was hastily shushed by Greg. Both were on edge, but stayed on the sidelines.
Colin drew something out of his shirt pocket. He drew what appeared to be a card and held it out contemptuously toward Ryan. “Whose that girl?” A picture hit the floor… “Whose that girl?” another… “Whose that girl?” and another…
“Your imagination!” Ryan's face went from parchment white to a shade of red not often seen except on fire engines. His retort seemed to be just a hair too much of a protest.
Colin shook his head sadly. “Private eyes…” He pulled a gun out from under his shirt and aimed it directly at Ryan’s chest. “Your cheating heart…”
“I’m sorry!” Ryan reached out hopefully, but the other man just danced to the side and out of reach.
Colin shook his head sadly “Too much, too little, too late…”
“Help?” Ryan turned toward Drew’s desk, but for once Drew had nothing to say. His lips were compressed tightly behind a white-knuckled hand as he slowly shook his head. A small sound from Colin drew Ryan's attention back.
“I can’t stop loving you.” Colin smiled apologetically as he raised the gun to his lips. “Goodbye, cruel world.” His finger tightened on the trigger and the audience gasped as his body crumpled bonelessly to the floor.
Ryan didn’t move. He was pale as marble as he looked down at the unmoving body of the man who had meant everything to him. “My love, forgive me,” he whispered hoarsely before bolting from the stage.
The room was as silent as a grave. Everyone sat frozen, no one moved – not even the cameramen. There would be plenty of time for discussion of what everyone had seen (or thought they saw) later. Only Dan had the presence of mind to call for a boom shot of Colin. Overhead, the camera calmly took in the fact that there was no pool of blood, no real weapon, just a balding, middle-aged actor lying motionless as tears cascaded from his eyes.
“Well… um… that’s one game that’s never going to air.” Wayne sighed. “What’s it all about?”
Greg winced and wiped away a tear. “I think it’s the end of the world as we know it.”
Pairing: Ryan and Colin
Synopsis: It was just supposed to be a game... But something a little more 'real' happened.
Disclaimer: Never happened, not in this universe. And in an alternate one, would you really want to witness this? I don't think so...
~ And in the end… ~
“Welcome back to Whose Line is it Anyway – the show where everything is made up and the points don’t matter… just like the effect you get when spraying perfume on a skunk, it just doesn’t matter…”
The audience tittered appreciatively as Ryan made his mad-dog face. Wayne held his nose and fanned himself, “Dayum!”
“This next game is for all four of you, Song Titles! Now, Greg and Wayne, you’re going to start, and we’ll see who can stay out there the longest without getting buzzed out. The scene is a relationship goes bad. Take it away, Greg and Wayne!”
Wayne flounced over to Greg and pointed offstage “Hit the road, Jack!”
Greg wouldn’t take the rejection easily and grasped Wayne's hands in his. “I think I love you.”
“You can’t hide your lying eyes…”
> BUZZ < “That’s just ‘Lyin’ eyes’ – you gave the lyrics.” Wayne sat moved to the side and Colin came in.
“Wasted days and wasted nights.” Colin shook his head.
“I’m all out of love”
“Salt in my tears” Colin pretended to blot at invisible tears.
“Don’t cry, Daddy.” Someone snickered in the audience.
“Mama’s in the sky with Elvis” Colin intoned solemnly over his steepled fingers. Greg didn’t stand a chance. He managed to whoop two breaths before snorting as Drew buzzed him out.
Ryan took the stage. “We can work it out!” There was real desperation in his voice.
“It’s over now.” Colin's arms were crossed, his lips thinned in anger.
Ryan pressed a finger against Colin’s lips. “Don’t you…”
“I can’t go for that!” Colin knocked Ryan’s hand down. Someone in the audience gasped, and was hastily shushed by their friends.
“What do I have to do?” Ryan's head was hanging down, shoulders slumped. His voice was strained and cracked.
“Leave me alone.” Even though it was a song title, the audience stirred uneasily. This wasn’t turning out to be a normal game. The cameras kept rolling.
“Don’t give up on us!” Ryan flinched, almost going down on one knee as he overbalanced.
“Losing game…”
“You won’t let me go!” Ryan spread his hands out, looking as though he was ready for crucifixion, if that was what Colin wanted from him.
“For the record?” Colin crossed his arms on his chest – as immovable as the Pharaoh’s mummy he once portrayed.
“I only have eyes for you!” Even to his own ears, Ryan’s words came out rushed, artificial…
There was an audible "What the f.." from Wayne that was hastily shushed by Greg. Both were on edge, but stayed on the sidelines.
Colin drew something out of his shirt pocket. He drew what appeared to be a card and held it out contemptuously toward Ryan. “Whose that girl?” A picture hit the floor… “Whose that girl?” another… “Whose that girl?” and another…
“Your imagination!” Ryan's face went from parchment white to a shade of red not often seen except on fire engines. His retort seemed to be just a hair too much of a protest.
Colin shook his head sadly. “Private eyes…” He pulled a gun out from under his shirt and aimed it directly at Ryan’s chest. “Your cheating heart…”
“I’m sorry!” Ryan reached out hopefully, but the other man just danced to the side and out of reach.
Colin shook his head sadly “Too much, too little, too late…”
“Help?” Ryan turned toward Drew’s desk, but for once Drew had nothing to say. His lips were compressed tightly behind a white-knuckled hand as he slowly shook his head. A small sound from Colin drew Ryan's attention back.
“I can’t stop loving you.” Colin smiled apologetically as he raised the gun to his lips. “Goodbye, cruel world.” His finger tightened on the trigger and the audience gasped as his body crumpled bonelessly to the floor.
Ryan didn’t move. He was pale as marble as he looked down at the unmoving body of the man who had meant everything to him. “My love, forgive me,” he whispered hoarsely before bolting from the stage.
The room was as silent as a grave. Everyone sat frozen, no one moved – not even the cameramen. There would be plenty of time for discussion of what everyone had seen (or thought they saw) later. Only Dan had the presence of mind to call for a boom shot of Colin. Overhead, the camera calmly took in the fact that there was no pool of blood, no real weapon, just a balding, middle-aged actor lying motionless as tears cascaded from his eyes.
“Well… um… that’s one game that’s never going to air.” Wayne sighed. “What’s it all about?”
Greg winced and wiped away a tear. “I think it’s the end of the world as we know it.”
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