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[hannah2]

Ace was quickly learning that New Mexico was going to be just as miserable as Canada. He might have ended his affair and come clean to his wife, but that wasn't making anything easier. He was starting to set things straight with Lindsay, but then this happened. He couldn't help but wonder: was it really true? Was she sleeping with Cash Cooper? He didn't quite know how to take it. Sure, he was pissed beyond belief, but how could he show it without being a hypocrite? Since when did he even care about that? He wasn't sure. His hands cupped the coffee mug as he sat on the stairs outside the studio. The sunrise was nothing special, but it was still pretty calming for the troubled man. Now not only was he having these problems, but he was directing a TV series, something he'd never done before. He'd done movies, but nothing that required a new episode every week. He was beginning to feel like he was drowning in all his work, the drama, and everyone who hated him (which seemed like everyone on the planet). He took a drink of his coffee, dreading the start of the day, just like he did every morning.

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TAGGED FOR NO ONE IN PARTICULAR, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:02 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit in a bit `oh suck it up, you two. >,<

Lindsay was outside the studio as well, but she didn't think anybody was around. She was asked to come early and quite honestly, she didn't mind. Being alone reminded her of her home, and her home reminded him of Ace and her being reminded of Ace was the last thing she wanted, so she decided to ignore being alone for the time being. She could come here everyday without a problem, talk to people who could probably distract her and nothing at all to remind her of what she left behind. And it was a good thing it wasn't a movie production that would only last three months. It was about time she auditioned for a TV Show. Even though it wasn't really her thing. The whole avoiding being alone thing wasn't working out, though. She was sitting on the hood of her car with a bottle of whiskey in a huge black hoodie, staring out at the sun. It wasn't working out at all. She had to admit, the more she tried to forget about him, the worse it got, because there was just no way she could. A tear rolled down her face as she looked down at the huge diamond on her ring finger. Lindsay didn't know why she couldn't get herself to ever take it off. Too many memories: it would explain why she was alone off in New Mexico, crying in his black hoodie with the hood draped over her head with a bottle of Jack, hundreds of miles from her husband. Or so she thought.

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[hannah2]

As much as he wanted to just grow a pair and sign the divorce papers, he didn't want to. He loved Lindsay, and he wished he could show it. But until he could, he wasn't going to sign shit. He finished off his coffee, wishing he could have spiked it with some morphine or something to take the edge off. He knew damn well he had no one to blame but himself for the mess he was in, and the fact that his possibly-soon-to-be ex-wife was filming with him was only going to make matters worse. He stood and stretched, his worn t-shirt rising up his waist, then settled at the hem of his blue jeans as he relaxed. He would go and change for filming in a while, but for now this was appropriate. He jogged down the stairs and set off toward his trailer, through a parking lot. He ran his hand through his hair, spotting some random chick on her hood with a bottle of liquor. Damn, this early? Six in the fucking morning? Ace wasn't having this on his set. "Ma'am, this is a closed studio, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave," he said, unable to see her face for the large sweatshirt she wore. Had he known who it was, he never would have said anything.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:04 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit! `don't you love the price of her shirt?

LBy now, she wasn't tearing up, she was downright sobbing. Inaudibly, that is. It was still bad and obvious what she was doing, though. Did she give a shit who was watching? No, because she still thought she was alone. She was hugging her knees, watching as the sunrise brightened everything that was completely darkened ten minutes ago. She liked it like that. It only was a sign that the night was over and she would just have to put on a smiling face for everyone soon enough. She just had to and in a way, she was looking forward to it. Maybe she could find more Cash Coopers here. Maybe she wouldn't hold back and actually do it with someone and not give a shit about Ace. It wasn't long before she heard the voice right behind her. She didn't look up, but wiped off her tears. "Shut the hell up, I work here." With that said, Lindsay jumped off, shoving past him and only walked a few steps away from the figure before the voice came back to her and hit her hard. Stopping dead in her tracks, Lindsay's hand accidentally dropped the almost empty bottle that now shattered, startling her. She didn't dare turn around, for she knew that thoughts of him were just getting to her. But she still couldn't move. Ugh.

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[hannah2]

He couldn't help but be distracted by the hoodie she was wearing. He had the exact same one back home, and it had always been Lindsay's favorite to steal on cold winter days they spend at home. He always loved the way she looked in it, and he didn't know why. It didn't compliment her figure or anything - which was basically a sin. But he didn't really care about this random bum that decided to sit and drink on a car at six in the morning. He wasn't expected the result he got, though, with the angry voice filled with tears and sadness.. the voice he knew almost as well as his own.. holy shit. It was Lindsay. He gulped quietly, wondering what the hell to do. He'd been with the same woman for years, but he still panicked when she was upset. Even though she wanted nothing to do with him, he felt like he had to fix it for once in his life. Every night he would hear her cry because he wouldn't touch her, he felt guilty. Now was no different. "Linds.." he said softly, taking a few brisk steps toward her. He didn't notice the dropped bottle, or the shards that scattered around his feet. His hand gently took her wrist, which he knew she would wrench away.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:05 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit in a bit `oh suck it up, you two. >,<

Her beating behind her chest felt like it was getting louder and louder for her until it actually start to hurt. It wasn't him; it couldn't have been. What the hell was he doing here? Well, where the hell was he supposed to be? Hearing his voice just kinda assured her that it was definitely him. She gasped, shivering a little even though it was a fairly hot september morning. "Oh my god" She whispered to herself in her sobbing voice, unable to pull away at first, it was still a huge shock. So she just kinda stood there for a second until she snapped out of it and whipped her hand back, unable to look at him. She couldn't do it and it was clear she was still weak. Without a word, she went towards the building, only to find that it was locked. It would be nice to get the keys to the studio from someone around here. She was just an actress; not even a major one at that. They wouldn't give one to her. Ugh, didn't matter. She just needed to get the hell out of there.

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[hannah2]

He wasn't disappointed, she did pull her arm back rather violently. He wasn't used to seeing her openly upset like this. Generally he pretended to be asleep when she was upset, so this was kind of new for him. The guilt ran over him like the tears over her cheeks, and he couldn't have been more sorry than in that instant. He never knew she was sad about this.. he always just thought she was pissed, and that's why she demanded a divorce. Did they love each other in the first place? Yes. Well, at least he did. He knew he'd done a shitty job of showing it though. He watched her walk up to the large building, and the weight of the key was a heavy reminder in his pocket. He went up to her again. "Lindsay..please..." he really couldn't get himself to say anything else. He didn't touch her this time, just looked at her from the back, willing her to turn around and stare him in the eye, see the broken man for what he was and not what she assumed he would be.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:06 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit! `what's wrong with her?

This could seriously not be happening to her. What happened anyway? She was eighteen when she planned this amazing life ahead of her. And it was all fucked up when she found out she was arranged to be married to the one guy she hated more than anyone else in the world. Maybe that was her mistake after that: she fell for him. Hard. There was a reason she hated him and she remembered it now after all these years of being in his stupid 'perfect' world. He wasn't capable of deserving love, especially not Lindsay's. The major problem here was that if only she could tell herself that, everything would be fine and hiring a lawyer and the whole process with the divorce would be much easier if she could admit that she didn't love him anymore. There was no way in hell she was facing this man. Not now, at least. She never lets him see her cry and she wasn't planning on letting him today either. It was useless trying to get around it, so she turned around. Slowly facing towards him, Lindsay kept her head down. Lindsay please what? What the hell could he have to say to her? "You're directing this thing, aren't you?" Her tiny voice cracked when she asked him in barely a mutter.

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[hannah2]

No, Ace really didn't know what he wanted. He just knew he didn't want to lose her, which he knew was practically inevitable. He didn't think she was going to turn around, so when she did, it was a huge shock. Seeing her all broken up was heart wrenching, and the asshole of a man was actually sympathetic for once in his self-adorning life. He'd never actually cared for someone in his life, though he'd tried over the years. But he knew now that he did care for Lindsay, obviously, and he didn't want to lose her. He wanted to show her that he could be in a marriage and make it how it's supposed to be. For some reason her question wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Yeah.." he said in a voice no louder than hers. Great, now what? He looked at the ground, then back at her, swaddled in that big hoodie of his, just an emotional wreck. He bit his lip. He sighed, and stepped closer, wrapping his arms loosely around her. He just wanted to hold her, even though he knew damn well she would pull away.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:08 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit! `what's wrong with her?

She didn't know what had gotten into her. Moreover, she wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with him. Since when did he look at her like this? Any signs that she was about to shed a tear, Ace would be out of there within two seconds. What he still doing here anyway? It wasn't a shock to her when she heard her answer. "Just my fuckin' luck." For a while now, she had wanted to get back into acting and when she did, she wasn't so pumped. Things were much different. First of all, she didn't want the same things she wanted last month after finding out what she did. And if he was going to be here, there was no way she would be as excited about it all as she was yesterday. What actually was a shock to her was when he came close. Again, what the hell was he thinking? The bigger shock was when he held in his arms. For the first few seconds, she felt like she didn't want to let go and just wanted to forget it all, that's how good it felt, even though it was a loose embrace. These first few seconds would've only been half a second if she weren't so drunk. But because she was, she enjoyed this much longer than she normally would have. The next few seconds, she was back to normal, pushing him away. "What the hell are you doing?"

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[hannah2]

Ace had always wanted it all. He wanted the perfect life - or at least for his imperfect one to appear perfect - with the perfect wife. He had a perfect wife, but his head had been too far up his ass for the past ten years for him to realize it. And what's worse, he didn't even know what had come over him at this point. When they lived together, he would leave the house when she was upset. He didn't want to deal with it because he didn't know how. He didn't want to hurt her, he never meant to, but it was always a result of his actions. He breathed her in for those few, brief seconds, and he realized he really missed her. Even though their relationship was a total mess, he did miss her. She was so gorgeous, and he wondered how he'd come to not appreciate it. She could have (and proved it) another man in seconds, ready at her beck and call. That scared the fuck out of him, and when she pulled away, he just wanted to lunge back after her. "I'm sorry," he instantly and thoughtlessly apologized. Even though it wasn't legal, she wasn't his anymore. He took a step back. "I'm sorry Linds.. I just.. I don't want to.. Oh it doesn't matter, you're drunk anyway," he said with a sigh as he turned around and started toward the side door to the studio. He was fucked in the head if he thought he could get anything through to her sober, let alone like this.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:09 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit! `what's wrong with her?

It wasn't that she was buzzed out of her mind, but enough to have a little unawareness of the situation she had with him. Whether it be a good thing or a bad thing, she just wasn't in complete control. But she wasn't out of it either. Either way, she knew better than to let this man get to her. She hated him, drunk or sober. But ultimately, she loved him. Drunk and sober. Why? She had no clue. Right now, you could say she loved him deep deep down, she always will. But that doesn't change the fact that she was burning with hatred on the outside and at the front of her mind. "Even if I wasn't drunk, Ace...your sorries mean nothing to me. Fuckin' asshole." She muttered the last part, turning around as well. Yeah, she wasn't showing up to work today. She didn't care if she was going to get fired, who was gonna do it? Chace? Ugh, whatever. She had to leave. At least go and get more whiskey.

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[hannah2]

This was stupid. He should have quit the moment her name appeared on his cast. He should have just given up and gone home, well, he couldn't go home since she'd sort of stake claim to the house. He sighed heavily at her reply. He should have known she would be like that. "Fine, whatever," he shouted back at her as he continued to walk for the door of the studio. Okay, so he was fucked in the head, that much was obvious, but he was fucked in the heart too. He was finally loving the woman he'd been married to for over ten years. Anyone who couldn't agree that that was a little ridiculous was either blind or dangerously naive. He reached the door and slid his key in, yanking it open and basically throwing himself inside in an angry stupor.

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 6:09 AM IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.

[lindsay]

`completed `chace e. / hannah! `can i go now? - jennifer love hewitt `outfit! `new day, new outfit.

There was no way she was going back to work and once reaching home, drunk. She decided that she would just quit this gig and never go back again. After a sleepless night of non-stop thinking, she realized that this wasn't like her at all. She was the queen bitch that didn't let anything get to heart. She didn't give a shit about what anyone thought about her and there didn't need to be any reason she should be hiding from that man. So the next day, she showed up with a smile on her face, greeting everyone. Even Ace. She didn't seem hungover or looked like she was lacking sleep. She looked great. The rest of the day, she made no effort to avoid him, but if the time ever came around, she wouldn't know how to ignore him.

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[hannah2]

Ace didn't get a wink of sleep that night. He'd been worried about Lindsay. Yes, worried. He didn't know why, but he was. She was all he could think about. So by the time the next morning came around, a layer of Hollywood magic was necessary before he even left his trailer to allow him to look presentable. No, he didn't film, but he was expected to look professional, and dark bags around the eyes wasn't professional. He walked onto set, and was completely shocked to see Lindsay absolutely as bubbly as she ever was when only twenty-six hours ago he saw her in a drunken, upset mess. He was doing his best to do the same, but somehow it irked him.. how she could just act so damn normal when he knew how broken she was. He sighed to himself, holding his third or fourth cup of coffee in his hands. That's it. He was going to confront her, whether she liked it or not. "So, you're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning," he had no clue what that was supposed to mean, especially since he'd approached her at the refreshment table. What the hell was he thinking?

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TAGGED FOR LINDSAY &OR SIDSID, WHERE EVERYTHING'S MADE UP AND THE NUMBER OF WORDS DOESN'T MATTER. IT'S 8:43 AM THE NEXT DAY IN NEW MEXICO ON SET OF SAVING HOPE. LYRICS ARE JOURNEY, AND TEMP/IMG IS ME. SOMEONE HIT ME UP, I WANNA TAKE A RIDE ON YOUR DISCO STICK.