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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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You Can’t Control Destiny – Chapter 4

6 Days Later:

Hayden sat at lunch laughing with Ewan and Sam Jackson. With no lingering effects of his illness to hamper him he was right back to putting in long hours and eagerly doing his own stunts. Careful ttch tch his diet in case of a relapse, he stuck to healthy foods and drank lots of water and fruit juices. The Australian winter sun beat down and Hayden found himself lifting his face often just to enjoy the warmth as it kissed his face.

Ahmed Best plopped down across from him with a huge plate of food and everyone at the table gaped at him. “What?” Ahmed asked, hefting a huge forkful to his mouth.

“Man, how much are you planning on shoveling in you today?” Sam eyed the mound of food distastefully.

”I’m hungry,” Ahmed managed to get out around the mouthful of food.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” Hayden grimaced, turning his head away. He caught Ewan’s disgusted look and laughed.

“Yes, we don’t want a lesson on how your body breaks down food!” Ewan gagged. “What’s gotten into you lately?”

Ahmed hurriedly chewed, swallowed and washed it down with his drink. When his mouth was completely empty (out of respect for the guys at the table) he leaned in to remark in a low voice, “What is it with that Fiona in wardrobe? I swear she tries to jump every male that walks by!”

A chorus of ‘Ah’s!’ echoed around the table as they all exchanged knowing glances. “In the UK we would say she’s definitely ‘randy.’” Ewan grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “She’s sexy, but hey, I got 3 women in my life and one of them can beat me up! I don’t need or want anyone but who I’ve got!”

Sam snorted. “That Australian tan of hers would be gone onc wif wife locked onto her. That white girl would be W-H-I-T-E, as in ghost!”

They chuckled in male camaraderie and Hayden shrugged as his long fingers nimbly peeled the skin off his orange. “Maybe she’s just lonely.”

Incredulous silence dropped among them for long seconds dragging Hayden’s concentration from the orange to the three faces smirking at him. They collapsed into hysterical guffaws nudging one another.

“What?” Hayden asked, bewildered. They laughed harder, confusing him even more. “What did I say?”

Ahmed recovered first, wiping his eyes. “Man, haven’t you heard?” At Hayden’s confused expression he pressed, “Word around the set has it that you tried to look down Fiona’s shirt last Friday!”

“What!” Hayden squeaked, his blue eyes rounding in horror. The orange hit his tray with a thud as the three men collapsed again.

“Hayden, she’s been telling everybody, and I do mean everybody,” Ewan gasped, patting hrienriend’s back as Hayden’s look of horror increased. “She thinks that you have the ‘hots’ for her!”

Hayden squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him then and there.

“Did you?” Ahmed asked, trying not to laugh but failing.

“Haven’t you heard about this?” Sam added, shaking his head in pity.

A groan left Hayden’s lips and his eyes scanned the lunch crowd hoping no one else had heard the ruckus at their table. His eyes naturally settled on Natalie as she laughed and chatted with her friend, Chelsea. She was oblivious to the commotion, which suited him just fine. He recalled a conversation with her earlier in the week and made a face.

“I was sick that day, remember?” He pointed out, picking up his orange and sectioning it. The juice dripped down his fingers and absently he ed aed at them. “I was out of it so I have no clue! I had a lot of strange dreams, though.”

“Think, Hayden,” Ewan urged. “Did any of those dreams include Fiona?”

“Yes, but I didn’t actually try to look down her shirt.”

“Think,” Sam repeated, eyes boring into Hayden’s. “Did the dream include looking down her shirt?”

“No!” Hayden denied hotly, his face turning red. “I wouldn’t do that! She undid a couple buttons on her shirt, though. Natalie said I seemed to have a lot of dreams that day. I guess she was right.”

Ewan shook his head and exchanged knowing looks with Ahmed and Sam. “Hayden, buddy,” Ewan clapped his shoulder in commiseration, “I think Natalie was sparing you from the humiliating truth. While you may not have actually looked down Fiona’s shirt, she may have unbuttoned herself hoping you would and so that’s why she’s telling others you did it.”

Hayden stilled in appalling shock as a strange buzzing started in his ears.

“Yea, man, most of what you dreamed probably happened! You were just too out of it to realize!” Ahmed teased. “Hey, anything exciting happen in any of those dreams that you’d like to share with us? I’ve been running a dry spell lately and I could use a good, exciting, horny story!”

The three laughed again and sensibly changed the conversation to spare Hayden any more humiliation. So busy with the next subject they never noticed Hayden’s stunned silence. For long moments he sat frozen, eyes staring blankly at the orange. Snatches of Natalie’s reassuring words dropped like stones in his mind, mixing with images of that day.

Slowly his head lifted and his eyes searched for Natalie. The memory of Trisha commenting on a scratch on his shoulder and the little half moon marks beside it flooded his mind. Beside it, the blurry image of Natalie under him, her hand digging into his skin as she arched against him fell into sharp focus. A chill ran through him chased by a burning heat. It couldn’t be true! Dazed, he stared at Natalie in disbelief.

Natalie sat chatting with Chelsea enjoying the break. She enjoyed the relaxing banter Chelsea always seemed to have in endless supply. She hadn’t felt this at ease in days and all seemed right in her world. A tiny, prickling sensation flickered at her and mentally she brushed it away like an annoying gnat. It persisted and the sensation of eyes watching her nagged. Fed up she turned her head scanning the crowd.

The intense eye eyes hers crashed into stripped all her coverings away. Before she could conceal the truth he saw it painted all over her face and his lips parted in shock. A wave of nausea broke over her as the unwanted memories flew in, the same memories explicit on his face. He knew! How could he?! She was so careful to reassure him that he had dreamed everything! Stunned, she jerked her head around and lowered her eyes so no one else could see the truth burning there. Guilty heat blasted her skin, her appetite gone. She felt his eyes boring into her and squirmed uncomfortably while the evil voice in her head taunted over and over, he knows, he knows!

“You Ok?” Chelsea suddenly touched her arm, eyes studying her with concern. “You don’t look too good all of a sudden. Are you sure you’re not coming down with what Hayden had?”

“I’m fine,” Natalie forced a smile, “but I do think I’d like to go back to my dressing room for a bit. Is that all right with you?”

“Sure!” Chelsea jumped up and scooped her tray into her hands. “This sun’s a little too warm today.” She snorted. “Huh! And they call this winter?”

Grateful but on trembling legs, Natalie joined her friend and made her way out of the area on measured steps denying the desire to run away as fast as her legs could carry her. Damocles’ sword had hung precariously over her head for days and now was poised to drop. Hiding in her dressing room until she could figure out a plan was her only option. As she made her way to her dressing room the evil voice followed continuing with devilish glee, ‘he knows, he knows, he knows….’

Breath stolen from his throat, Hayden sat unable to move. Unbidden, the thoughts pummeled him. He and Natalie had…what had he done to her…How could he have...Why couldn’t he remember more…Why had she lied to him? The last thought ripped into him with sharp, violent claws. She had lied to him! That superior, compassionate look on her face while she had so easily spouted all that crap! A red, choking mist drifted over his eyes and into his heart, filling it, swelling it with rage. Lies! All lies! Knowledge of her duplicity fed the firestorm in his heart. Natalie hadn’t lied to protect him, he reasoned, she had lied for her own means! Held it over him, probably, gloating at his eager oafishness! How dare she!

“Hey, you all right?” Ahmed frowned at Hayden, drawing Ewan’s and Sam’s attention.

“Huh?” Oh, yea, fine,” Hayden answered his assurance. Standing he curled his fingers around the tray in a crushing grip. “I just remembered something I have to do.” The clipped, concise tone brooked no arguments. “See you later.”

Natalie sat in her dressing room barely registering the chatter around her. A half hour dragged by as she sat stiffly waiting for her emotional, death row execution. The first time a knock sounded she almost fainted. Relief nearly slid her off her chair when the door opened to reveal her personal assistant. The second time, Shelly, one of the extras she had become friendly with entered. The third was another member of the crew just looking for conversation. Each time passed without incident and gradually she began to relax.

The fourth knock on the door barely sounded above the chatter in the room. “I’ll get it. It’s probably Emma,” Shelly said. “I told her I’d be here.” Dusting cracker crumbs from her hands she bounded to the door and flung it open. Oh, hi, Hayden!” She greeted brightly. Turning, she needlessly announced, “It’s Hayden.”

A favorable chorus of female greetings rang out and Hayden mumbled hello, his eyes never leaving a stricken Natalie. His eyes watched the blood rush from her face as he stepped into the room and advanced on her. To his satisfaction, he noticed her lean weakly against the dressing table.

“I need to talk to y he he politely explained, eyes holding hers to his. Refusing to let her break away he said to the others, “Could I speak to Natalie privately?”

A ur rur rippled among the young women as they eyed his body in appreciation. Natalie saw she would get no help from the ‘love struck’ females and piped up, “Can it wait until later? We were just…”

“No, it cannot wait,” he rudely interrupted, but kept his voice monotone. “We can discuss it here and now in front of everyone if you want. It doesn’t matter to me.” His tone suddenly hardened catching her off guard. “But we ARE going to discuss it. Now.”

A heavy silence deadened the room, the girls exchanging uncomfortable glances. The implication wasn’t lost on Natalie. She had to act quickly. “Ok, ok,” she held her hands up in placating surrender and grinned. “You’re right. Sorry, girls,” Natalie grinned so hard she thought her face would split. “Hayden and I have work to do.”

Natalie herded the girls to the door. “Is everything Ok?” Chelsea whispered urgently.

“Everything’s fine,” Natalie whispered her assurance to her friend. ‘I screwed up a scene very badly today because I went out with you last night instead of studying my lines.” Natalie rolled her eyes and winked. “He’s such a perfectionist! But I can handle him.”

Over Chelsea’s shoulder the other girls whispered their agreement of Hayden’s serious commitment to his craft and in good humor once more waved goodbye, wished her luck, and dragged an unconvinced Chelsea with them.

The click of the door as it closed bounced around the room, the sound sealing Natalie’s fate. She gripped the handle and closed her eyes trying to prepare herself for what stood behind her. There was no point in attempting to convince him nothing had happened between them that day. It was far too late for that and he was in no mood. Slowly, she pivoted to meet eyes hard and brittle. Never before had she seen such loathing on his face. For it to be directed at her pierced her defenses.

“Look,” she conceded softly, her hands spread in supplication, “I can explain…”

“Like hell you can,” came the softer retort. Hayden’s eyes narrowed, a cold blue flame flickering in their depths. “How can you justify lying to me all week?” Emotionless he watched her reel under his stare and fidget from one foot to the other.

“You were ill!” She weakly defended her position.

“Really,” he drawled. “So the lies were for MY benefit?”

“Y…you didn’t know what you were doing!”

“Maybe not,” his voice gritted harshly. He advanced on her until she backed against the door, “but YOU knew what YOU were doing, didn’t you?” He moved closer cutting off an escape route by placing a hand on each side of her head. “You HAVE no excuse.”

Natalie shook, fear clawing her insides with sharp, painful swipes as his closeness forced her head back to look up at him. The red mist of rage held him firmly in its grip. “Do you know that every night for a week I’ve been wakened by these vague dreams?” Hayden sneered quietly, pinning her with his look. A pulse beat wildly in her throat and fascinated he watched it flutter. His eyes found hers a moment later and his face came within inches of hers. “I dream someone is in my bed. They’re lying underneath me and I’m inside them. Any idea who that ‘someone’ is?” The breath of the words whispered menacingly across her lips.

Natalie swallowed a hard lump. “Me?” she squeaked. For a long time he stood there hice ice inches from hers just staring into the golden brown orbs. Detached from reason he noted for the millionth time how utterly beautiful her eyes were. Suddenly he pulled away and turned his back on her as if the sight of her disgusted him. His hands on his hips, he rolled his head from side to side to dispel the tension in his neck muscles.

“It wasn’t a dream, was it,” He stated flatly.

“No,” she answered in a small, timid voice. His back to her she couldn’t see his satisfied reaction to her fear.

“You were in my bed with me, weren’t you.”

“Yes,” her voice trembled.

“Did you climb in or did I force you in?” Hayden closed his eyes and braced himself for the answer.

“Y…you…pulled me down.” Natalie shook so badly her teeth chattered the answer.

Hayden whirled around in horror. “I forced you?” He gasped, sick to his stomach. “I forced you into my bed and…”

“No!” Natalie interrupted, ran over to him, and grabbed his arm. “Hayden, no! It wasn’t like that!”

“Why can’t I remember?” he groaned aloud to himself. He collapsed into a chair, his head in his hands. “It’s still fuzzy! I can’t remember enough!”

Appalled at what her lies were doing to him she knelt beside the chair. “It wasn’t what you think!”

Burning, self-condemning eyes bore into hers. “Oh, really,” he spat, “then why lie about it?”

“I thought it was b…best if we j…just let it g…go…”

“Did we or did we not have sex?” he asked bluntly, his fingers gripping her chin forcing her to meet his eyes.

“Y…yes, but…”

“And you LIED to me about it!” he shot out of the chair yelling at her, the bitter accusation stinging her ears. “You lied to me! You have done nothing but look down on me since the first day we met!”

“That’s not true!” Natalie gasped, confused.

”Yes, Natalie, you have,” he jabbed a finger at her. “How many times have you told people I’m a ‘sweet kid’? Hmmm? Well, guess what? I’m NOT sweet and I’m NOT a kid! Oh, but I guess you know that NOW, don’t you!”

Hayden stalked to the door but whirled around angrily. “It would’ve been different if you’d lied to protect me, but you didn’t. You should’ve told me the truth then and there. You KNEW! I told you I’d had some strange dreams and you let me believe it? You let me be tortured in my sleep every night while you and your conscious slept peacefully! Oh, are you a piece of work!” Stricken, wanting to explain, but not able to make her voice work, she watched helplessly. “Stay away from me Natalie. Do you hear me? Stay away. Because next time I’ll make sure the memories between us can’t hide.”

With that warning he wrenched open the door and barreled out, the violent slamming of it a vivid reminder of his anger…and his pain. Unable to hold it in, Natalie felt two tears leak out. She hated herself. Steeling her nerve, she refused to allow any more tears to fall. She had lost something precious by her own actions. She didn’t deserve the comfort.
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