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You Can't Control Destiny (Completed)	By : pensfan100 Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 12132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 14 – You Can’t Control Destiny

Natalie sat in her dressing room rubbing her temples in hopes it would diminish the headache. Only a couple more weeks and this movie would be finished and she could go home. Home and sleep in her own bed and wait out the rest of winter. Winter slammed into Montreal harsher than usual and Natalie swore the cold seeped into the very marrow of her bone. Maybe she should onlyp atp at home briefly and then escape farther south. Florida. No, she wrinkled her brow, not far south enough. The Caribbean. Yes, somewhere in the Caribbean. The Virgin Islands, maybe. Or Aruba. St. Croix. Somewhere! Anywhere! Natalie’s mind screamed. Somewhere she could lie on a beach and let the sun melt the ice locked inside her heart.

That ice had been there since… “No!” Natalie’s censured outburst ricocheted off the walls, sending Chelsea out of her chair.

“Whoa!” Chelsea exclaimed, her hand clasping her chest. “What? What’s wrong?”

Natalie felt her face burn in embarrassment. She cringed and waved a hand towards Chelsea’s seat. “Sorry,” she apologized meekly. “It’s nothing. Sit down.”

Chelsea slid into her seat eyeing Natalie warily. “Sure,” she nodded, unconvinced. “You always yell out for no reason. Yea…right.”

Natalie sighed. “It feels like I’ve been on location forever! First the two month delay, then a holiday break, then colder than normal weather…I don’t think I’m ever going to get warm again!” She met Chelsea’s sympathetic glance and threw her hands in the air in frustration. “And when is Justin going to go home!”

“Why ask me?” Chelsea pointed to herself wide-eyed.

“Look, get rid of him, my new personal assistant,” Natalie warned with a scowl, “or I’m going to find another new personal assistant! He seems to think I regret our break up! And that was well over a year ago! I don’t know where he got such a stupid idea!”

Chelsea’s eyes suddenly found the magazine in her lap unusually interesting. Natalie watched her with curious eyes, noting that the longer she stared at Chelsea the more detned ned Chelsea became to not raise her head. Suspicious, Natalie continued to stare not wanting to believe the possibility forming in her brain.

“Chelsea,” Natalie’s voice grated with strain, “we didn’t just happen to run into Justin over the weekend, did we.” It was a statement, not a question.

Chelsea had the grace to raise her head and turn many uncomfortable shades of red. “You’ve been so moody and sad the past four months I thought you might be missing him.”

“I might be…” Natalie choked off the words in surprise. “Chelsea! Where did you get such an idea? I have no feelings for Justin one way or the other!”

Chelsea looked unconvinced and crossed her arms ready to cross-examine her friend and boss. “Really,” she drawled.

“Yes, really!”

“So, if I came in here and said, ‘Natalie, I just heard Justin got engaged to Emily Hewitt’ that wouldn’t bother you?”

Natalie rolled her eyes. “Oh, please! Chelsea, I don’t care! Don’t you get it? I have no feelings for him in that way. I never will. At the moment I wish he was engaged to her! Now you’ve put me in an awkward position of telling him I wish he’d leave!”

Chelsea hung her head in confusion as Natalie buried her head in her hands and groaned. “I’m sorry,” Chelsea mumbled and rose from the chair. “I thought I was helping you out. Your reaction tells me differently. You would think I’d just told you Lucas or Andy or Ben had just gotten engaged.” And as she left the room she innocently added, “Or Hayden.”

Natalie froze. A sharp, searing pain ripped through her and tore at her heart. A weight pushed on her chest and she struggled for breath. The door closed behind Chelsea but Natalie didn’t hear it. Her mind was too busily immersed in thoughts of how she would react to ever hearing Hayden was getting married. It was something she had never considered. He was too young anyway. Wasn’t he? The thought made her want to vomit. An uncontrollable shaking started in her legs and spread throughout her body. Four long months and he’d never called. The tears in his eyes that day were forever etched in her mind. The next morning she had gone across the hall to talk to him but no one had answered the door. It wasn’t until later at the studio she had found out he’d packed up and headed home during the night. Some of the crew speculated there was a family emergency but she knew the real reason. She had been furious one moment and frantic the next. Finally, she calmed herself with the thought that he would calm down and call her, but he never did. A day turned into a week, then a month and now four months later she sat in her dressing room miserable. She had never known she could be lonely in a crowded room. Now loneliness ate through her no matter where she was or what she was doing. It took all her energy to block him from her mind and pretend that everything was all right and then some small thing would be said and it would all come crashing down around her leaving her defenseless against the pain. Time should heal the wounds, but every time someone said something the tear in her heart ruptured.

Hours later she returned to her dressing room and plopped down, exhausted but satisfied she’d done well. She found Chelsea watching TV, a pleased smile on her face. When she saw Natalie her grin widened.

“Ok, I’ll bite,” Natalie said, “What are you so happy about?”

“I got rid of Justin,” she beamed proudly.

Natalie’s mouth dropped. “How?”

Simple. I lied,” Chelsea shrugged. When Natalie’s eyes bulged she continued. “I told him you were missing your boyfriend and would probably not be around this weekend.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Natalie’s voice dropped a pitch.

“Nope.”

“I wouldn’t tell him who,” Chelsea said. “I couldn’t think fast enough. So I’m watching Entertainment News to find an alibi. Just in case. Good thing they get it up here in Canada.” Natalie shook her head in surrender and sat down to watch as the gossip segment came on. “Oh, good, now let’s see if we can find someone.”

“…and look who this lucky fellow snagged…” Shay Anderson, the gossip reporter, chortled. Hayden’s face materialized on the screen and Natalie’s heart stopped and flew to her throat. Her eyes ate up his handsome face and smile mere seconds before she realized someone was wrapped around him.

“Well,” Chelsea sighed, matter-of-factly, “I guess I can’t use him! Anna finally caught him. I guess I always thought you should’ve gone after him. He’s such a doll and you two would look so cute together…”

Natalie heard nothing. The images before her burned into her retinas freezing them into her sight for eternity. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak as she felt her existence sliding away. A terrible roar thundered through her ears as a blackness fell over her eyes hurtling her towards blissful unconsciousness.

“Oh, look!” Chelsea cried out, snatching Natalie away from fainting. “There’s you and Justin!” She grimaced. “I guess a picture’s not worth a thousand words! You two look as cozy as Anna and Hayden and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Hmm. Maybe Shay’s wrong about them, too. You should call him. You two should try dating each other.”

“Shut up, Chelsea,” Natalie said in a wooden voice. Standing she headed for the bathroom. “My workday is over and I’m going back to my hotel room and go to bed.”

Natalie shut the bathroom door, turned on the water in the sink full blast and threw up.

“Hayden, will you please take out the trash for me?” Hayden’s mom, Alie, called down the hall.

A muffled voice answered back teasingly. “I don’t live here anymore, remember?”

Hayden grinned at his brother, Tove, as he waited for the comeback.

“Get your butt down here and empty this trash…right now!”

Hayden and Tove broke up laughing. They heard their mom’s laughter, too, and Hayden stood up as she came down the hall and into the family room. “I can still whip you, you know,” she threatened amid the chuckling.

“No, you can’t,” Hayden laughed and kissed the top of her head, “but I’ll do it anyway since you said ‘please.’”

His laughter drifted down the hal he he went into the kitchen to perform the task. Hayden’s mom shook her head and met Tove’s smile. “I’m so glad he’s more liimseimself again. Did he ever confide in you what was troubling him?”

Tove shook his head and frowned. “Not a word, mom. Anytime I tried to talk to him he cut me off and told me to mind my own business.”

Alie sighed. “These past couple of weeks he’s seemed better. Hopefully, whatever it was is gone for good.”

Hayden ambled back down the hall and bowed. “All done.”

“Thank you, son.”

“You’re welcome,” Hayden smiled and dropped back into his chair, “but Tove doesn’t get any of the brownies you’re making. I did the work, I get the reward.”

“Brownies! Mom, I’d have taken the trash out!” Tove exclaimed and jumped up. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“Because you’ll eat the batter and there won’t be enough left for brownies by the time I get you away from the bowl!”

Tove’s eyes lit up. “The batter is still in the bowl?” He took off for the kitchen.

“Tove! No!” Alie chased after him down the hall. “When are you going to grow up?”

“Never!” Hayden heard Tove shout gleefully as he found the bowl on the kitchen table.

Hayden listened to the muted sounds of his mom and brother fighting over the bowl of brownie batter and chuckled. His eyes fell on the remote Tove had dropped in haste and grabbed it. Now that he had control over the TV he began to surf hoping to find a movie and hide the remote before his brother returned. Tove obsessed over controlling the remote and it drove them all crazy.

One channel after another flipped onto the screen and got rejected. Just when he’d given up hope of finding anything worth watching his face appeared and he heard that disgusting, nasily whine of Shay Anderson. When he saw Anna Kournikova wrapped around him like a snake he groaned and ran a hand through his hair. After finishing up his movie in December he’d let it grow and now his hand ran through the dirty blonde locks easily. He remembered how artfully Anna had arranged herself around him in her very low-rise jeans and tight top and sighed. She’s certainly not shy, he thought to himself as he recalled how last weekend when they had run into each other at that party she’d bluntly told him she wanted to have sex with him. And to prove her point she’d grabbed him and given him a kiss sure to cause any guy’s ears to steam! He wasn’t really interested, though. Not after…well…

When Natalie’s face appeared next in the arms of a guy Shay trilled was her ex-boyfriend from college Hayden lost his breath. He’d finally locked everything tightly away and oook ook at the so called “ex” unlocked all the jealousy, anger, and memories. They smacked him in the face and punched him in the solar plexus. His common sense screamed at him to change the channel but he couldn’t move. His eyes drank in Natalie’s features; her beautiful, laughing brown eyes, the mole on her cheek, the bright, sweet smile. Something snapped. A cold hard lump settled where his heart had been and he managed to hit the power button on the remote.

Standing, not really seeing anything, he yelled down the hall. “Tove, do you still need another player for the hockey game?”

The teasing banter in the kitchen stopped a moment as Tove answered, “Yes. Have you decided to play after all?”

“Yea. I’ll go get my gear and be ready in 15 minutes.”

Hayden laced his skates with tight, vicious movements and his brother watched him closely. Someone with connections had gotten them a couple hours on the ice at the Toronto Maple Leafs’ arena and all the guys were giddy with the excitement of playing on the ice where their hockey heroes played.

“Are you all right?” Tove asked, eyebrows drawn together in concern. “You’ve got that look about you again.”

“And what kind of look is that?” Hayden laughed, concentrating on his laces.

“That look that says, ‘I’m pissed so watch it.’” Tove answered. “Little brother, you are the most easy going, nicest, laid back, boy-next-door guy I’ve ever seen.” Hayden scowled at the description. “But ever since you came back from Australia you’ve been acting weird. I thought you’d gotten passed it but now I wonder. Maybe if you talked about whatever happened over there…”

“Don’t go there, Tove, all right?” Hayden warned, stood up and grabbed his hockey stick. “I’m a big boy now. I can take care of myself.” He climbed over the boards and skated away.

“Hey!” Tove called. “What about your helmet?”

“It’s just a friendly game,” Hayden called back.

“Ok,” Tove shrugged, seeing that none of the others were wearing theirs.

The speed on the ice was just what Hayden needed. As a defenseman he guarded his zone and checked his opponents gently against the boards trying to pop the puck loose. The farther the game progressed, the more competitive he became. Chasing after the puck before a forward from the other team reached it Hayden checked him too hard and heard a painful grunt. It was supposed to be a friendly game, competitive but no hard checking. He knew all the guys on both teams and after cursing at him the other player skated away warning him. They all knew Hayden’s character. They teased him sometimes about being too nice. He was competitive almost to a fault, but he was never unfair or mean. This kind of behavior from him was out of their reach of understanding.

Halfway through the game, positions were switched and Hayden became a forward on the left wing. Playing offense was his preference and he weaved around with the puck and passed it off to Tove as they zoomed down the ice. A defenseman on the other team stripped the puck off Tove’s stick and they all headed back the other way. Someone dumped the puck into a corner and Hayden chased an opposing forward to retrieve it. Tove and the other team’s right wing forward sped in to pop the puck loose. When Tove poked it free and away from the opposing player Hayden dashed after it. As he reached it, he caught a glimpse of someone standing on the other side of the glass. Petite. Brown hair.

Natalie! Hayden’s head jerked up and turned. His heart banging against his ribs he didn’t hear someone shout his name in warning. Pain exploded in his head and neck as he hit the glass at an awkward angle and darkness overwhelmed him, sucking him down into its whirlpool. Oblivion captured him just before he tumbled hard to the ice in a crumpled heap.
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