Date: March 12, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB implied Rating: G Summary: A strayed line of dialogues between PJ, Philippa and Fran. Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma Disclaimer: NOT true. Absobloodylutely fictional. Feedback: Yes, please. Note: Always want to write something about Philippa, and this haunted in my head for the whole process of writing A Moment. Got to get it out, somehow. * * * * * "Hey, Pete, what do you think?" Philippa grabbed her jacket, yet to put it on, stopped at the doorway and turned back with a smile on her face. Peter Jackson didn't answer but grinned. "Going to rewrite again?" Fran ducked her head out from the study room where they had a discussion with Viggo and Sean about Boromir's death scene not long ago, before both of them left together. "No doubt that they could work it out very well." Fran noted as-a-matter-of-fact-ly, gripping papers and pen in hands, looking towards Peter. "I still think we should shoot those lines." Philippa articulated. "Put Viggo and Sean into that and you'll get the perfect shot." The perfect shot, she made a mental note, should make them looked almost like lovers. Peter shrugged. He did not want to put up any argument here. "We'll see." "Right, we'll see." Philippa never let go of that smile which looked very nearly like a lover's beam, turned to open the door and stepped into the undisturbed darkness outside. "Do you think......" Fran stared at her departing contour. "Oh, by all means." Peter grinned again and headed back to the room. |
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