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stranded	By : litlbit Category: Individual Celebrities > Christian Bale Views: 4992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I make no money from this story. This is a story that is completely based on a Christian Bale dream. If Christian ever happens to stumble upon this NC-17 fic I have written. I just want him to know that I don't want him to get offended by this NC-17 fic.
This fic is solely based on a dream I had with Christian Bale. If he ever had a chance to read this, I want him to know that this is from a dream and in no way should effect private life. If he happens to read this, I would love for him to leave a review. I hope he knows that even though this dream would never come true and he would never fall in love with me or leave his wife and child. I noticed there isn't any fics with Christian Bale as himself.
So here it is.If you don't like it, then don't read it. I didn't change anything.It becomes rated NC-17 later in the fic.No money is made off this fic. This is from a dream I had I was going to write out sooner, but never had the chance. I will be adding things to make it into a chapter fic, this is completely based the dream I had and most of it is completely from my dream. some might not be, because it has to make more sense for a fic. Please enjoy.
This is written in Morgan's point of view only. The NC-17 action is later in the fic. So please be patient as the story unfolds. I had to remove Microsoft word from my computer, so please do not review about grammar mistakes and etc in future chapters. Thanks! * By the way even though this would never happen, it was nice to dream about it.
ADDED: On Monday May 5, 2008 in Madison Wisconsin I met Christian Bale when he was signing autographs for fans, he signed some photos for me and for a friend who had to leave. He is even more handsome in person and I would like to just say that I had waited 16 years to meet him. Dreams do come true. Never stop believing that. Dreams do come true. Never forget that. This fic of course was written way before I even got to meet Christian and well I would change it, but it's from a dream so I'm not going to change anything in this fic.
Chapter 1
Hi my name is Morgan Jacobs and I had won a contest to meet Christian Bale and I was going to go to a movie set with him that was taking place in the Caribbean. I was excited. I had arrived in L.A to first spend a few days there as part of the package. I was to fly with Christian to the Caribbean to go to see him film a movie he was going to start working on. I even had a small part in it. I was excited of course. I had no idea the adventure I was going to be experiencing. When I arrived in L.A I was taken to the hotel where I was going to be staying for a few nights. I was to get a complete makeover first. I wasn't prepared for it of course.
The next day I was taken to a salon. I had a wax first, which let's just say wasn't for my legs only. OUCH and I never remember feeling so much pain, except when I got the tattoo of the pixie on my lower back. Damn it. I also had my hair trimmed and permed and dyed. Ok my hair is chin lengthen, so it didn't take long to do my perm with spirals. They also dyed my hair, adding highlights. Next came the makeup and clothes. When they were done with me I was staring at someone I almost didn't recognize. I put on my glasses and smiled. I was happy with the results, because I had toned my body up by working out and it really showed. I was down to 95 lbs. And a size 3. I was suppose to meet Christian that night, but he had some business to attend to and even though it was disappointing, I didn't mind that I wasn't going to see him tonight. I ordered room service, took all the makeup off and washed my face carefully, since they used this thing on my face to help smooth it and take care of some scars I had from acne along time ago. I had settled in and watched a movie. A few days later I was on a flight with Christian and on my way to the Caribbean. I sat in the plane and waited trying to read a book, but it was hard, because I had been a fan of his for such a long time and I was excited, but very nervous. Christian arrived and climbed in and I smiled. "Hi, I'm Christian, you must be Morgan." I nodded and stuck out my hand and he shook it, his hand swallowed mine, since my hands were very small and smiled. "Yes." I quickly let go.
Let me explain the plane, It wasn't a big 747, it was a small aircraft. It could only sit about 5 people. I was nervous about it, because I have been in a small plane before, but it sat more people then what I was flying in right now. I kept a journal with me in a small carry on with 6 bottles of bottled water, some clothes, and a few other things I wouldn't leave home without. I noticed Christian had a carry on also. Mine was one you could roll also that had a handle that went up and down. I packed it as full as I could. Hidden were the 8 bags of peanuts from the airlines I had stashed a few time when had flown in to get to LA Just in case I would get the munchies. My carry on was tucked underneath my feet in a little space I found. The rest of the luggage was in the back of the plane in a huge storage box that had a latch on it. I settled down to take a nap, when I was told to fasten my seatbelt. I did, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I don't even know how much time had passed. I wasn't even paying attention until the whole plane started to shake and I gripped the arms tightly, It kept shaking and I closed my eyes again, I couldn't open my eyes and then I hear a long bang and then blackness.
Someone was shaking me roughly and I slowly opened my eyes to focus them. It took awhile, but they finally focused. "Oh thank heavens you're ok." I recognized the accent and finally opened my eyes to see Christian with a scared look on his face. "What happened?" I asked. Christian had something in his hand and was touching my forehead with it and I noticed it was turning red. "I can't believe this has happened, I should have insisted on flying first class in a 747." Christian told me as he took care of my forehead. I winced in pain, as I smelled something foul, it smelled like proxide. "I think you're going to be ok, it's just a cut." I didn't say anything for awhile until I noticed he was bandaging my head with a huge Band-Aid. "What happened?" I asked again. Christian pulled out my carry on bag from underneath my feet and then grabbed his. "We crashed and I have no idea where we are." "You're joking right?" Christian frowned, "No, I'm not joking, this is very real." Christian opened the door of the plane and I looked at the pilot stumped over, not moving. Christian came back in and carefully unstrained me. "He's dead isn't he?" I whispered. "Yeah, so is the other guy."
I looked over and noticed the hole in the front of the plane and it was full of blood. Christian looked at me and then held my hand. "Why don't you rest while I go bury them." I shook my head. "No Christian I can help." I tried to get up, but fell back into my seat very dizzy. Christian whispered. "You're in no shape to do anything right now." I sigh, "ok, but don't go too far, I don't like being in here alone." Christian nodded, "I'm just going to bury them over there." Christian points to a spot and I nod slightly. I watch him pull the pilot out of the plane. I don't want to watch, so I turn my body to the side and I close my eyes. I must of fell asleep, because I'm being shaken awake and I notice it's dark now. "I started a fire, you might want to come by it, it's getting cold out." Christian told me as he helped me to up. Christian carefully brings me to the fire he sets me on a blanket and then sits next to me. "How's your head Morgan?" I don't say anything for awhile and then I finally tell him, "Ok, I guess." Christian looks around. "I wonder where we are." I look around. "I don't know, but I don't like it." Christian doesn't say anything for awhile. "Well I think we can make the plane into a shelter, since it's in a nice clearing." I nod slightly. "Do you think they will find us?" I ask as I poke the fire with a stick I found. "I don't know, I just know that if we are going to be here for awhile we should use what ever we can from the plane." I sigh, "You're right." I look at Christian and then at the plane. "I guess this means the contest is a bust."
Christian pokes at the fire and then gets a sad look on his face, "Sorry about that." I look at him; "It's not your fault." I get up slowly and go back to the plane and pull out my carry on bag. "I have some peanuts and water if you're hungry Christian." I come back and open it up, I guess I should of buried my journal deeper, because Christian grabs it as I try to stick it under some clothes. "What's this?" Christian reads the cover. "Journal by Morgan Jacobs." I try to take it back. "Hey that's private!" Christian opens it up to read the last page. "Dear journal, I guess you could say this hotel is awesome. I can't believe how much they did to me; the most painful was the waxing, now I know why I'm glad I never get it done. I do like the results though. I may as well enjoy the contest and hopefully I won't say anything to Christian to embarrass myself." I finally get it from Christian and close it, I slip it back into the carry on bag deep in the bottom. I don't say anything to him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." I finally roll my eyes, "Duh." Christian smiles and then grabs bottled water and a bag of peanuts. "How many bags of peanuts did you take?" Christian asks as he opens up his bag. "Eight." Christian starts to eat from the bag. "Well we're gonna have to make the water and food last until we can find our own food out there."
Christian points. I nod. "Well we'll figure something out ok?" Christian finishes his bag of peanuts and throws the wrapper into the fire. I don't know what to say, I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it's all a dream and I'll be back home in my own bed. "So where are we going to sleep?" I ask Christian. Christian grabs a blanket and covers us up. "We should sleep by the fire just in case." I nod, "Maybe we should make the fire higher so it lasts all night." I didn't like the fact that we were outside and I hate snakes. Christian found some more sticks and he made sure the fire would go all night. "Maybe we should go back in the plane and sleep." I nod my had carefully, "Good idea Christian, but let's hope the fire keeps the wild animals away." Christian and I head back into the plane. I put my carry in it's original spot from before and I adjust the seat so it goes all the way back and I smile when Christian sits next to me and does the same, we share the blankets and pillows. "Try to get some sleep Morgan." I tell Christian the same thing. I close my eyes, hoping the pain goes away so I can fall asleep quickly. As I'm falling asleep I think I heard Christian tell me, "Sweet Dreams Morgan".
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