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Title: "One Day"
Author: Me (Amy)
Rating: PG
Pairing: No real pairing yet but hint of Col/Ry to come (Next Chapter)

Notes/Intro: It had been almost 3 years since the end of Whose Line and no matter how many people liked to ask us I hadn’t been in touch with any of the guys since then. I had Brad as my connection to those 15 years of my life. He was my precious memento of the show that gave me the career I have now. The career that was positively bursting at the seams with tours, TV appearances and my brand new game show. I had to be completely honest with the fans and say, with a short flicker of hope added. “We’re all real busy but one day we will get together again.” Little did I know that one day would come colliding into my life in the most brutal way possible.

“One Day”

 

I get the same stir of excitement every time we end a show. The same buzz in my insides as I watch hundreds of dimly lit strangers stand and applaud for us. I turn to Brad, dressed like my identical twin and we give each other the same satisfied grin before bowing and returning to the normality that is back stage. The repeated clapping still feed my body with adrenalin yet my muscles begin to relax as I am finally hidden from view. Both Brad and I walk silently and slowly from the stage to the lounge not wanting to tear away from the accepting and appreciative cheers. Half way through our walk Brad opens his mouth to speak before a pile of schedules and updates are thrust into my still sweating hands.

 

He shrugs off the interruption and we fall into a well deserved couch after finally reaching the bar/lounge. I immediately shuffle through the papers and nod at appropriate times as Brad commentates on the success of tonight’s show. I interrupt him mid flow by reading the topics of each notice routinely until I reach an odd looking letter.

 

“Fan Mail?” I question and turn to Brad’s young face.

 

“Well if so its not for you now is it?” He chuckles to himself unnecessarily and tears open the letter with anticipation.

 

“How can fan mail get directly to our agents notes though?”

 

Brad’s glossy, bright eyes trace the paper and he mumbles each sentence to himself. Curiosity overrides me and I lean my head over his shoulder only to have Brad pat me away with a look of concern and terror on his face. I smile with confusion.

 

“I think you need to read this Col.”

 

All of my fear becomes realised in this one letter. One short paragraph is all it takes to crush me unexpectedly and send me into a whirlwind of worry and disbelief.   

 

So I read it carefully

 

To Col and Brad,

I have thought of no other people that I could write to for help and support right now.

 

To explain, yesterday, or November 26^th, Ryan, as you may know, was doing a show in LA. Unfortunately during his skit he suffered a hard fall off of the stage and was rushed to hospital. He has fractured his coccyx, pelvis and collarbone, broken 3 ribs and may have internal bleeding to the head. I have no one else to turn to and am sitting here infront of his lifeless body and I don’t know what to do.

 

Your help or support in this time would be more than appreciated.

Pat x

 

Brad turns to me and I lift my face trying to hide the emptiness and heartbreak I feel inside. I say nothing but he knows exactly what I’m thinking. My hands finger my car keys in my left pocket and my only thought is “which is the fastest way from Toronto to LA?”