wl_fanfiction | The Weakness Within Chapter 3

Another Chapter down, not sure how many there's gonna be in total yet. This bit's kinda more Josie/Greg at the moment, Josie/Ryan will get incorporated in later chapters. Hope you enjoy anyway, I would be grateful of any feedback by the way, as it's still my first fan fic and I'm honing my skills still.

Title: The Weakness Within
Chapter: 3

Pairing: Greg/Josie

Rating: PG
Words: 622

Summary: Josie is torn between Greg and Ryan, but cannot face the guilt of dating both of them any longer.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the story. This did not happen, as it is purely a fanfic. It is not intended to slander the people it dipicts.
Authors Notes: I realised a few days ago, that the christmas episode is not in fact Greg's first, it's just the order on my DVD set confused the hell out of me as it's the first with Greg in on that! Still Christmas is more romantic I suppose..... *more dark mutterings about the DVD*

Safe within the confines of her dressing room Josie let out a sigh she didn’t realise she had been holding within her lungs. The tension between the two had been instantaneous, she longed for Greg to feel the same way.

She busied herself with preparing to go on stage, to do the job she loved, with people she enjoyed working with. After a considerable amount of time wasting, Josie couldn’t wait to be called so made her way out to the stage, so sit in her allocated seat.

***

Mike was already situated on the chair nearest Richard Vranch at the piano. He was chattering to Tony Slattery, but both stopped to acknowledge Josie with a wave. Sandi Toksvig was to be sat next to Tony, then Paul Merton Josie saw from the names on the seats. She sat down next to Paul’s empty seat, and looked to her right, there was only one improviser left…

She gulped as she thought of him. He made her nervous yet he made her feel attractive, and strangely confident at the same time. She looked past Greg’s unoccupied chair to see Clive reading his cue cards. He looked solitary as always sat at his desk. Being host secluded Clive somewhat from the performers, despite being charming and witty himself he found he couldn’t join in with the fun as much as Josie knew he yearned to.

Josie jumped slightly as she felt a soft hand on her arm.

“Hello again” he smiled at her, Josie couldn’t help but smile back at Greg slightly overwhelmed by his immediate chatter, he could talk fast, there was no doubt about that.

Within minutes however they had begun filming and Josie was grateful that she wasn’t in the first game, as it allowed her to become psyched for the next game. She simply sat back and enjoyed the performances of Greg, Sandi, Tony and Mike. Josie noticed that Greg blended in instantly with the others with his intelligent, yet likeable personality. He was almost a toned down John Sessions, he clearly had a mind on par with the intellectual improviser, yet Greg had also adapted the ability to share laughs with his colleagues, feeding them lines, and receiving some in return graciously.

The thing that really impressed Josie occurred at the beginning of Greg and Mike’s game of Film and theatre styles.

“Uh, Greg can you be persuaded to play a child?” said Clive consulting his cue card in the standard way.

“I’m afraid no, contractually I’m forbidden to.” Greg’s deadpan expression gained a laugh from both the audience and fellow performers. Clive however looked bemused before grinning at the opportunity

“Well thank you for watching Whose Line Is It Anyway?” He quipped almost seconds after Greg’s retort. “No can I just persuade you to do that?”

“Alright” came Greg’s reply, as he smiled cheekily at Clive. Proud that he had included the host in the fun by launching a fake attack on him.

***

Josie and Greg had stolen glances at each other throughout the show, occasionally complimenting the other one on their performances as they sat down. Before long, half of the show was over. They had just finished playing a particularly funny game of World’s Worst.

“Josie?” Greg had turned to speak to her, his voice quiet and secretive. Barely able to hear him, she instinctively held his arms and pulled him closer, towards her. He smelled wonderful to Josie, of cigarettes and aftershave.

“Fancy going for a drink after the show?” he whispered into her ear, inaudible to all but Josie.

Her heart skipped slightly and she nodded silently. They headed back to their seats, both smiling slightly to the bemusement of the other performers.