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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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Alice’s POV.
‘Please AJ, just come out and talk to me, or let me in to talk to you honey. We’re all worried about you, please come out. Dad’s here too and he’s just as worried as I am precious’ I say, exchanging a nervous glance with my ex husband outside of our daughter’s home.
‘Please, just leave me be. I don’t want to talk about it mom, I just wanna be on my own’ I hear her call out to me.
‘I know when she’s like this she likes to be on her own but this is getting ridiculous now. She’s been home for a week and as far as I know she hasn’t even left the house’ says Hank, while I just sigh and walk away back down the path leading into my garden. And even though since we divorced because of the drink he’s been useless, I can’t deny without Hank being here I just don’t know how I’d cope witnessing my daughter in this state, cutting herself off from everything. I couldn’t cope when she did this as a child, and it was always him there to keep me calm and remind me this is just how she is by nature. I’m glad that now he’s clean and sober I have that again; his support.
‘This is about as much as we can do Alice, just keep affirming the fact we are here for her and love her, and also believe she’s innocent. We just need to give her some time, but just know I want to break down that front door and throw my arms around her as much as you do right now’ he tells me as we walk back through my flower filled garden, and over the monstrosity that is the 30ft skate ramp I agreed to let Jack build on his last summer break before he started college. I can’t deny it does spoil the view of my garden and swimming pool somewhat, but hell I’ll do anything I can to help him achieve his dream of becoming a professional skater as his career, just like I’d do anything for all of my children.
‘I know, but I just, I want to comfort her and tell her one way or another this will be sorted. I called my attorney just after I landed yesterday morning but he said there isn’t a lot he can do without concrete proof that this is definitely a set up, and you see the thing is she left the one thing my expertise could help with down in Texas’ I sigh as we reach the house and walk in through the glass doors into the kitchen.
‘You mean the test results?’ he asks me, sitting down at the counter while I gesture to the kettle. ‘Coffee please’ he adds before I go about making the beverage of his choice, pulling a can of diet Pepsi from the fridge for myself.
‘Absolutely the test results, I want to judge for myself the levels of amphetamines found in her blood, but she told me she never got them back from Wentworth before she packed up and left. And I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do to call him up and ask him if he can get access to a fax machine and send them to me, from the little bit she told me about it on the phone it sounds like he really didn’t want to finish things with her’ I say, running my hands through my shoulder length brown hair and sighing for what feels like the millionth time since I found out about all of this.
‘Hmmmm, I don’t really know what to say on that score myself you know. Whether it might cause more upset if you did call him, whether he might take it out on AJ and perhaps think she’s made you do it to prove her innocence and then she’d be upset even more if he did. So much politics surrounding a break up isn’t there? So many emotion land mines on both sides, it makes the people caught in the middle wondering where it’s safe to tread’ Hank replies with a shrug and a look that reflects how I feel inside. I just feel hopeless without having something here I can study, and standing there and thinking on it I just can’t help but to burst into frustrated tears for my daughter.
‘Hey, hey come on, we’ll work this out, shhhh, don’t cry’ he says as he gets up from his seat and walks over to me, wrapping me in his arms and presenting me with something I haven’t felt from him in a very long time. Caring, protection and actual co operation to help me help her, things he was incapable of doing while he lived his life as a drunk.
‘I hope so, I really hope we can. Because what chance does she stand at finding more work with this on her record? I need to get those results somehow; I still think they could hold a key to unravelling all of this. And little do I know it just yet, but someone else very close to AJ down in Texas is thinking along the exact same lines as I am right now too................
Robert’s POV.
Setting off from the apartment I’m calling home for now I decide to walk, needing the half an hour it will take me to get to Went’s place to figure out what to say to him when I get there. AJ’s been gone for a week today, and it’s only been in the past two when I’ve tried to speak to him about it; or more importantly, try to make him see what I see and tell him what I know. Also, to ask him if I may see her test results too, I still think they are at least worth looking at. Some people might say I’m going above the call of duty here, but that girl has been a good friend to me.
When my son got ill and I couldn’t get a flight back she sat up all night with me, just keeping me going with endless cups of coffee while she kept me sane when I was worried my kid had succumbed to the deadly meningitis strain; thank god the high temperature and rash were only an allergic reaction to eggs. But that isn’t the kind of thing I forget, she’s been there for me and now it’s my turn to be there for her. And just thinking about that keeps my mind so occupied I’m walking down the appropriate street of my destination a lot sooner than I expected.
‘If you’ve come to sound me out about AJ again Rob, I really don’t want to hear it’ Went says to me after opening his front door, looking like he’s only just got out of bed. It’s 2am on a Saturday afternoon, and I know the boy likes to sleep in but this is ridiculous. When he isn’t on set he shuts himself away, and can’t kid me when he says he’s coping without AJ because he isn’t.
‘Well you know something? You’re going to hear it, and less of your shitty attitude when I’m just trying to point out what’s plain and simple here. And if you let me I can back up what I’m about to tell you too’ I say, ducking under his arm and walking through into the house.
‘Rob this really isn’t any of your business, this is...’ is all I let him say before for the first time since I’ve known him, and for the first time in a very long time I lose my temper.
‘SHE’S ONE OF MY FRIENDS WENTWORTH! AND I KNOW SHE DID NOTHING WRONG HERE, SO THAT VERY MUCH MAKES IT MY FUCKING BUSINESS! NOW SIT THE HELL DOWN AND OPEN YOUR EARS TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!’ I roar at him, making his eyes widen a touch since no one has ever seen me this angry unless I’m in character. His ass hits the couch in about 0.3 of a second.
‘Right, now you’re sitting comfortably I shall begin. AJ was set up Went, without a shadow of a doubt she was set up to lose her job, and do you want to know how I know? I overheard the guilty party relaying her little plan on the phone to someone four days ago. I wanted to come and tell you there and then, but I needed more solid proof first, proof you just to happen to have in your possession. I spoke to AJ on the phone yesterday and asked her to send me her test results on an email or a fax or something, but she told me she left them here with you, so if you could be so kind as to fetch them for me, I can see what else I have to pin onto the guilty party’ I say, watching him frowning at me first, and then at last look like he’s actually interested in what I have to say.
‘One thing at a time, who did you overhear and what exactly did they say?’ he asks me slowly and carefully.
‘I overheard Tamara telling someone how her plan had worked perfectly, how they’d just assume AJ was a ‘speed junkie’ as she put it and the finger of suspicion wouldn’t be pointed at her. And you wanna know what else? She planned all of this before she even got here, to somehow get AJ thrown out, because I also overheard this little nugget; she applied for the same job as her back when they were hiring crew for season one. What else do you need other than that? To perhaps remember how envious she always was of everything AJ ever had? Her little miss ‘I’m such a failure, give me sympathy’ act might have washed with you, hell even AJ herself but it never did with me. I can sniff spite out like a Labrador can find a pound of hash in an airport baggage claim, and believe me all that girl has is spite in her heart’ I reply firmly, anger getting the better of me as I think on what that evil bitch has done, selling her friend down the river rather than working for it like AJ and so many others like her have.
‘And what do you want the test results for exactly?’ he then asks me, looking like he’s thinking over what I’ve said. ‘They should still be crumpled up in the waste paper basket in the bathroom if you want to look at them’ he then adds. And off to the bathroom I race, pulling out the single sheet of crumpled white paper and reading it as I head back to the lounge, removing my glasses from the case in my pocket and putting them on so I can get a better look.
‘Went, kitchen if you please’ I say beckoning him over to the large risen tilled square space that is the kitchen and laying the test results out onto the counter. He gets up and walks over to me, looking at the moment like he’s humouring me more than anything as I search through the cupboards for what I need.
‘Now, I’m no drug expert here but look at this, 2mg of amphetamines were traced in her bloodstream.2mg is approximately this much’ I say to him as I take the bag of sugar I just pulled from the cupboard with one hand and find a spoon with another. Carefully scooping up the fine caster granules I pull the kitchen scales forward and sprinkle the sugar until the electronic display reads 2mg’s.
‘Now that isn’t a lot is it? And how do you suggest that an amount so low could be found in her system if she’d been using it regularly? Like I say I don’t know much about drug users, but I would think for it to even make her feel in the slightest way high she’d need to take a lot more than that. And now let’s see what the total quantity including what was in the bottle looks like’ I say, spooning more sugar from the packet and scattering it onto the scales until the display reads five. I then carefully lift the plastic tray off and empty the contents into my hand. There’s barely anything there.
‘Now, kindly inform me again what her mother does for a living?’ I then say to him, finally allowing a small smile to spread across my lips when I look at his and see he appears to be landing on the same page as I am in the book entitled ‘Who set up Alice Jameson?’.
‘Pharmacologist’ he replies, pulling his cell from his pocket.
‘Let me do the talking, because let’s face it mommy dearest might not be too happy with you right now under present circumstances. I don’t mean to make you feel worse, but AJ’s heartbroken’ I say, watching him nod uncomfortably as he finds the number and passes me the phone.
‘You keep quiet, I’ll put it on speaker’ I say, watching him nodding again as I clear my throat and press call.
‘Hello?’ comes the voice of who I presume to be AJ’s mother.
‘Miss Ameletti? My name is Robert Knepper and I’m a good friend of your daughters. Please excuse my disturbing you on your weekend but I need your help regarding the current situation with her. I don’t need to ask you if you know the ins and outs of this since AJ told me herself yesterday that you do’ I begin politely.
‘Robert, oh she spoke so much about you I feel I know you already, please call me Alice, and do not apologise for wanting something just as badly as I do, and that’s to get to the bottom of all of this. What is it you need me to help you with?’ she asks, sounding relieved AJ has another person on her side in this.
‘Well Alice, I’m no expert on drug analysis so this is why I have called you. I have her test results right here in front of me, and they look...........................somehow not right, but this is of course to my eye which is in no way expert, so this is why I am calling on one; you’ I continue.
‘You know what you have there is the very thing I’ve been wanting to get my hands on, read me off the calculated levels the test showed up in her bloodstream, and what they recorded was found in the bottle’ she says, sounding like she’s looking for a pen and paper.
‘Okay. The test on her blood says 2mg’s and the one on the bottle says 5mg’s as the quantity found’ I say, looking up at Went and watching him pacing up and down by my side, nervously chewing the side of his thumb.
‘So, the level in her bloodstream was calculated to 2mg’s, and the total volume of amphetamines calculated to be in the spray bottle were 5mg’s, Robert what you’re saying makes sense, let me explain why, and I cannot believe I’m the first professional to pick up on this. That quantity of amphetamines is too low a dose to have any kind of effect on a regular user, the ingestible quantity needed for it to take effect and stimulate the relevant parts of the brain is at least one gram, possibly more in a hardened user. That kind of quantity wouldn’t have even touched her if this had been a habit she’d been indulging in for a period of time, and it’s because of the low quantity she didn’t even realize she’d taken it. To me it looks deliberate, to spike her with a level of amphetamines low enough for her not to realize she’s even taken them, but also to secure it came out in a blood test the perpetrator would know would be taken swiftly, with my poor daughter none the wiser that the whole time she was drugging herself whilst trying to ease her flu. I’ll be writing an independent letter to the production crew with this along with a letter from my attorney, thank you Robert, you really have her back don’t you? ’ Alice says to me, sounding pretty much how I feel right now. Sad, angry, bitter for AJ but also positive, positive we can try and put this wrong right.
‘I do, and I always will. And in turn, she has one hell of a remarkable mother. Goodbye for now Alice’ I say, her exchanging the parting sentiment before I hang up.
‘Now do you believe me?’ I say to Went while he stands there and looks like something has slipped into place; the very thing that he’s been wrestling with since he ended his relationship with AJ if I’m not mistaken.
‘She wasn’t lying to me was she?’ he says, his face then crumpling into a huge frown as his shuts his eyes tightly and lets out a quiet frustrated growl.
‘No Went, she wasn’t. And what her mother has just stated to us proves this with scientific fact; AJ was set up, and as soon as I can prove that it was Tamara who did it she’s going to be out on her ass and AJ will be back here where she belongs, along with a full written apology from the production company too I hope’ I say as I remove my glasses and rub my eyes.
‘She confirmed everything you suspected, never let it be said you aren’t one hell of a perceptive and intelligent man Robert, but I think it could be too late for me and her at least. She’s going to hate me for a damn long time for not believing her’ he replies, looking forlorn.
‘Then I say it’s time for me to leave, and time for you to call up a certain someone and tell her how sorry you are for not trusting her. And also, to tell her that you love her, because damn boy I know you ain’t said it yet! We’ll talk more about what to do with regards to Tamara tomorrow, right now AJ is your priority’ I tell him, patting him on the shoulder as I walk past him towards the front door where he shows me out and thanks me graciously for everything I’ve done. I’m not even started yet though, oh no.
AJ’s POV.
There it is, the very thing I’ve wanted for the last week, for Went to make contact with me. But I can’t even bring myself to answer it; I know I won’t be able to bear hearing his voice so I just ignore it and let it go to voicemail, where he leaves the fifth message I haven’t picked up since he started calling me three hours ago. Getting up off the couch I walk over to the window, pulling back the curtain that’s remained shut for the last week and looking at the sunny view of my mom’s back garden. I think I need to drop the Anne Frank act and actually leave the house, even if it is just to go to her place for a coffee and a chat. But then I remember she’ll be at the gym now, so decide to go and visit my dad instead.
Still ignoring my cell when it starts to ring again I get up and put my sneakers on, picking up my brush from the table nearby and running it through my almost dry hair from the hour I spent in the bath and then search for my house keys. I know I threw them somewhere, I just don’t know where. And as I search with the musical accompaniment of my phone still blaring away I remember I put them in the bureaux draw, so walk over and pull it open to find them lying there, next to the one picture of Went and I that wasn’t destroyed, us standing on the bridge back in Chicago kissing, just two silhouettes against the setting sun. Sarah took it before either of us had chance to object, but I’m glad we didn’t as it’s such a beautiful photo.
And it’s right then as I stand there and look at the picture with tears in my eyes, that I remember how happy I was right at that moment, and without even thinking just reach out and grab my cell, holding it for a few moments as I put the picture down and pick up my keys. I answer it as soon as I’ve shut the front door behind me and left the house for the first time since I arrived back.
‘Hey’ I manage after a deep breath through my nose, standing still out on the rear path that leads from my house up to the gate for a few moments before I hear him speak.
‘Hey you’ he says back, sounding nervous. There’s a long pause as I walk along, gravel scrunching beneath my Converse clad feet, before he speaks again.
‘AJ, I’m so sorry, I’m really, really sorry I didn’t believe you. But I know you were telling me the truth, and even though I should have seen it a week ago, I hope it isn’t too late now I finally have, isn’t too late for me to beg forgiveness and hope when I see you again you don’t give me a black eye for being such an asshole to you’ he says with a soft laugh, making me smile the first smile in a week.
‘You’d be very lucky if that’s all you got you know. Look, I don’t wanna talk about this over the phone, I’ll fly down next weekend and we’ll talk properly okay?’ I tell him, turning the corner of my road and heading over for the main high street.
‘I’ll come up to you, I insist. But, there’s something that I have to tell you right now, I can’t go another day without telling you’ he says, before suddenly my phone bleeps rapidly and cuts out.
‘Damn you battery!’ I curse, crossing over the road before stopping to switch it back on again, having just enough juice left to send him a text telling him I’ll call him when I get home before continuing my walk down to my dad’s place. It’ll take roughly forty minutes, but after sitting around for the last week activity and fresh air are what I need most. And after that phone call, I finally feel in the mood for it too. It doesn’t even matter that much that I don’t have my job anymore, I have him again, and that’s comfort enough for me until I fix everything else too.
‘Finally, she comes out of hiding. Oh and there’s a smile on her face too, she better come in and tell me all about it hadn’t she?’ says my dad as he swings open the apartment door, giving me a hug and a kiss on the head.
‘Went just called me, he says he finally believes me and also in what I assume to be a roundabout kind of way asked me to have him back’ I say as my dad’s eyebrows rise.
‘Oh he did huh? And pray tell, what brought about his change of heart?’ my dad asks as we come to a halt in the kitchen.
‘I have no idea because my battery died while I was en route here. Can I make tea?’ I ask him, pointing to the packets on the side by the kettle.
‘Sure you can, I’ll have an earl grey please. And damn that must have been frustrating for you! I bet that’s all you’ve wanted to do all week isn’t it, just to speak to him?’ he asks me as I put the appropriate bags into the two mugs I’ve fetched off the shelf.
‘Yes it is, but I’ll just call him back when I get in. I’d ask to use your phone but I can’t even switch mine on again to get his number off it, I tried just before I got here’ I say, switching the kettle on and screwing up the wrapper I took of the new box of green tea, taking it over to the waste bin.
‘I’ll be back in a sec sugar’ he tells me before I get there, heading next door into the bathroom and closing the door just as I put my foot on the level and open the pedal bin. And what I see when I look inside puts pay to my cheery mood for definite.
‘What the hell is this doing in your trash? How could you? After everything you promise us and you’re drinking again?’ I say to him with quiet anger when he comes back in, holding the empty wine bottle I found.
‘It’s not what you think at all AJ, someone else drank it, not me, I promise you’ he says, holding his hands up defensively in that way he always did when he told a lie.
‘BULLSHIT! I CAN READ YOU LIKE A GODDAMNED BOOK DAD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? ACTUALLY, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!’ I shout as him, slamming the bottle down on the side and grabbing my bag, pushing past him and running down the hall with tears forming in my eyes as he calls and jogs after me. What the hell is going on in my life? I lose two things dear to me, get one back and then lose a third; I’ve lost the promise my dad made to me on his sobriety. And it’s this that makes me too distracted to think properly as I run from the apartment, and certainly too distracted to look properly as I run across the road. So distracted I don’t notice the huge Dodge Ram truck that doesn’t come to a stop until after it’s hit me.
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