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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 5

The Following Week:

The week crawled unmercifully towards the weekend. The last few days had been spent on scenes of Anakin’s transformation to the dark side. Scene after scene Hayden hit his mark, his decline into Darth Vader fascinating and startling everyone on the set. The crew even talked amongst themselves of the elevation of his acting in reverent tones. So stunning in his performance that whenever George yelled ‘cut’ and movement was allowed, the crew tiptoed around Hayden not wanting to break his concentration. Inside, Hayden smirked at the irony as he resisted running frustrated fingers through his hair for the millionth time. Acting. Yea. Right. If they only knew the source of his inspiration! She was 10 feet to his left acting like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. And there was no way he was going to look at that beautiful, lying face.

First thing that morning they had been in a meeting with George to change some dialogue. Listening to her joke and laugh with George, going on merrily about her perfect life had him biting his tongue so hard he’d almost drawn blood. Just the night before he’d wakened with a start, his heart pounding wildly. The image escaped him immediately and try as he might he couldn’t pull it back into view. But it had been about her. It was ALWAYS about her! If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was a witch, he thought in disgust, and she’d cast some demonic spell on me. Hmmm. Witch. Change one letter and that about covers it. Ok, Hayden, cool it. Dad would kick your ass if he heard you call a lady that. Lady? Ha! She’s no lady! I hate her! The thought closed his eyes and his shoulders slumped at how low he was sinking. I don’t hate her, he silently admitted. I just…I just…

“Natalie, Hayden,” George motioned them over. Separately they moved to him, each giving the other a wide berth. “I want to try this dialogue for the scene where Anakin leaves not knowing Padme’s pregnant. I’m not sure I like what we already have and I just want to hear this and see if it might work better.”

As he handed them the pages he noticed how they made no moves to stand together as they always did when he pulled punches like this on them. Now he was placed between them like a safety barrier. Just who was using him for protection he wasn’t sure. Surreptitiously he looked across at Rick who frowned and gave a tiny confused shrug.

The dead tone of Hayden’s voice threw George, but he hid it well. “Well, that’s ok, Hayden, but Ani hasn’t made the leap to the dark side yet,” he instructed. “He has a feeling he shouldn’t leave her but he has no choice. In fact, Anakin is making sure Padme knows he desperately loves her and would never willingly leave her side. He still thinks Palpatine is a good man.”

Hayden listened carefully, nodding in all the right places. Natalie read aloud her response and George drew his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Padme is feeling scared. She’s fighting herself. Her duty pales in comparison to her love for Anakin. She ‘has a bad feeling about this’, you might say, and is just as anxious for him to feel her love.” George checked his watch and grimaced. “I didn’t know it was so late. No wonder everyone’s so antsy. Dave, call for lunch break.” Turning to his 2 stars he added, “We’ll go over this later. You’ll have had time to come down from all the angst of this morning’s scenes. I know it was emotional.”

Andy from the prop department walked over with a piece of machinery in his hand. “George, what did you do with the other piece of this?” George shrugged. “You had it this morning.”

“Oh. Right. Let me go look.” Turning to Rick he said, “I’ll see you in the office in a few minutes.”

Minutes later the set was enveloped in silence as the cast and crew gratefully rushed their rumbling stomachs to the commissary. Hayden’s stomach rebelled at the thought of food and he set off in the direction of his dressing room. He just wanted to be alone! He wanted to be alone with his vague memories that never dwelled far from his consciousness. He’d given up trying to dispel them. The more he worked at getting rid of them, the longer they plagued his sleep. Gritting his teeth he strode ahead with determined steps.

“Hayden.” A tente voe voice behind him froze him in mid-stride.

“What.” He refused to turn.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Natalie stamped her foot on the ground in heightened agitation.

“No.” His eyes focused on the sanctuary of his dressing room door. “The last thing I want to see before lunch is you.”

A frustrated noise gurgled in Natalie’s throat, her words desperate to his ears. “I’ve said I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, flinging her arms out to her sides. “I’ve said it so many times I’m hoarse from it! When are you going to forgive me?!”

Hayden whirled on her so fast she staggered back. His eyes narrowed, his voice dead, he condemned, “Go to Hell.” Turning on his heel his long legs ate up the distance to his door. Suddenly he halted, turned, and stalked back to stand in front of her. “No. Scratch that. I don’t want you to go to Hell.” He licked his dry lips unwittingly luring her eyes to that spot and whipped the fire to his anger higher to resist the misery sparkling in her beautiful eyes. “I’m already there. So I definitely don’t want you there, too.” With that he left, closing his door with a soft, decisive snick. Natalie stared at the door for long moments, until with a defeated sigh and a s of of her shoulders she walked away.

From behind a set of metal shelves a shadow stepped into the light. Pensively, George looked first at Hayden’s dressing room door and then in the direction Natalie had gone. With slow, thoughtful steps he made his way to his office, the prop in his hand forgotten.

“I was wondering where you’d gotten to,” Rick remarked pleasantly, holding up a plate of foo“Loo“Look at this. Marge heard you’re watching your weight.”

George shook his head and with a confused chuckle eyed the plate of fresh watermelon, cantaloupe, strawberries and bananas. “I’m not on a diet!” Choosing a juicy chunk of cantaloupe he popped it into his mouth as he sat down in his office chair. “Mm. Pretty good.” Leaning back in his chair, he linked his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling, his brain spinning ideas.

Rick pulled up a chair across the desk. With his plate on the desk and a stack of notes on his lap he launched into upcoming scenes, schedules, problems, timelines…Ten minutes ticked by as his running monologue continued. Finally it dawned on him George hadn’t spoken a single word. When he looked up from his notes he found George still sitting with his hands clasped behind his head eyes still on the ceiling.

“George,” Rick admonished teasingly, “you haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?”

“Hmm?” George turned his attention from the ceiling.

“Have you heard anything?”

“No, sorry.” George sat forward in his chair, chose a strawberry and chewed. “I’m making a change starting right after lunch.”

“A change?” Rick’s mouth fell open. “What kind of change?”

“We’re going to take Hayden and Natalie to Hawaii earlier than planned.”

“What? Why?” Rick asked, perplexed, his voice rising. “And how much is this ‘change’ going to cost us?”

“Let’s just say more money will be lost if we don’t do this,” George explained. “Something’s going on. I’m not sure what exactly but they are fighting about something and Hayden is absolutely furious with her.”

“Well,” Rick floundered, “maybe he’s just so into character…”

“No, no. You know he’s not like that. He’s a very nice young man and very professional,” George pointed out. “They always get along and they’re definitely at odds right now. If it doesn’t get settled it’s going to show onscreen and the film will suffer for it.”

“Do you want me to talk to them?”

“No,” George shook his head adamantly. “I accidentally overheard their conversation, well if you could call it that. He basically told her to go to Hell.” Rick’s mouth popped open in shock. “The last thing I want is for them to find out I heard them.”

“Hayden told her to go to Hell? He never has an unkind word to say to anyone!” Rick sat back in his chair, mouth still gaping. “And he adores Natalie!”

“Exactly. Get on the phone and prepare a charter. You, me, John, Dave, Natalie and Hayden are going to head to Hawaii a few days early.”

“How early? That’s a long trip. If you’d chosen a place in Tahiti for Anakin and Pad hid hideaway it’s not a big deal, but this is Hawaii we’re going to.”

“I know,” George sighed, “but it’s the perfect place. We leave today.”

“Today?!”

“Leave Tim in charge. We’ll let Hayden and Natalie think we want them to get a feel for the house on the island where we’ll be filming.” ick ick wrote furiously and without stopping asked, “Who else will be going?”

“No one,” George insisted, his excitement growing over his plan. “Just us. I want no bodyguards, no assistants, no family or friends. I’m cutting those two off from everybody.”

“Everybody but us,” Rick murmured to himself as he wrote.

George’s eyes widened as an idea struck. “I’ll take care of that, too.”

“Uh-oh,” Rick looked up and shook his head, amazed. “I don’t like that look.”

“In fact, we’ll make sure they get enough time away from even us that they have no choice but to iron out their differences.”

“George, I can’t believe you!” Rick gasped. “What’s gotten into you? Twenty dollars says you’re wasting your time and money.”

“I’ll take that bet. If I don’t get them to a point where they can resolve whatever is wrong it is going to show up on the screen,” George reiterated. “I can’t let that happen. They’re great together on film and I have to keep it that way. The chemistry between the two of them is imperative to the successful telling of the story.”

“All right,” Rick gave in and sighed his defeat. “I can tell by that look on your face there’s no changing your mind. I’ll get on it right after I finish eating.” After one forkful he pushed the plate back and rubbed a hand over his face. “Hell, I don’t even feel like eating now! Give me the damn phone.”

“Send Hayden and Natalie in after lunch,” George nodded, smiling at his own audacity. “Have Tim set up scenes 10 and 11 for tomorrow and get Phil to start packing up so he can follow us to Hawaii in a couple of days.”

After lunch, Hayden and Natalie found themselves sitting in George’s office and being given their orders. At first Natalie starto pro protest but George firmly cut her off allowing no argument.

“It’s only for a few days,” he soothed, patting her arm. “Your friend can fly out with the rest of the crew on Sunday.”

“When are we leaving?” Hayden asked, looking everywhere but at Natalie.

George glanced at his watch. “It’s 1:30 now. Get out of costume, go home, pack a bag and we’ll pick you up around 3 on our way to the airport. It’s a long trip but you’ll get time to rest.”

With that, he dismissed them and watched them silently file out of the room. Waiting until the door closed he rubbed his hands together with a wicked chuckle. “George, you’re a sly old fox,” he grinned in self-congratulation. “Who’d have thought you had it in you?”
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