So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 112: The New Job

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Flying with the band to Germany, Hath was nervous. Jon had told her that he wanted her to take over for the “idiot he fired”. That meant she had to do everything, from dealing with the caterers to the media scheduling, and the pressure was really on to do it right. This wasn’t going to be like when they were in Chicago. Sure, she and Jon got along, and she was able to anticipate and fill some of his needs, but this was different. She was going to be involved in his business, taking care of the thousands of tiny details he couldn’t attend to himself on the tour—stuff that really mattered.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, Jon switched seats with David. “You doing alright, Jeeves?” he asked. He noticed she was really quiet and spending most of the time looking out the window.

Hath rolled her eyes at him. “Just fine, Boss,” she answered. “What’s up?”

“You look deep in thought. Everything okay?” He flicked his glance down to her ever-expanding abdomen.

Hath was touched by his concern. “Jon, I’m alright. Just gearing up my head for the job, ya know? I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jon smiled. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“No Jon, I’m serious,” Hath said. “This is a big responsibility, and I’m flattered you have confidence I can handle it. I’m confident too, but I still am worried about fucking OOH! it up.” She put her hands to her belly. “Guess Laura and John don’t like it when mommy swears.” She laughed. “That’s gonna be a big friggin-OOOH! problem.”

Jon laughed and put his hand lightly over the baby he claimed was his namesake. “Say something else – something dirty.”

“Go fuck yourself. AH!”

Jon laughed harder. “That is so cool.” He looked wistful for a minute, and Hath had to look away. He was missing Sam and Lyndsay something awful.

“So,” Jon said, clearing his throat, “I have your first assignment.”

“Oh goody,” Hath said sarcastically, and Jon just stared. “Kidding, boss. Whaddaya got?”

Jon stood and pulled a brand new laptop, Blackberry and some other device from a bag in the overhead bin. “The Dell has all sorts of scheduling and other software on it, and a wireless network card. If there’s anything else you find you need, don’t bother asking, just get it – I trust your judgment. You still have my AmEx number; use it for whatever you need. Here is a phone for you. It has all our numbers programmed into it, and full internet, email, paging and texting capabilities. I think it makes coffee, too.” He smiled. “This,” he handed her the other pocket-sized device, “is your new best friend.”

Hath took the device and turned it on. “A translator?”

Jon nodded. “You got it. I don’t remember what you said you spoke fluently and what you didn’t, so this will help you. It’ll spell out phonetically just about anything you need to say. It’s set for Germany now, and the thing so damned easy to use, even Sambora figured it out. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Fuck you, man,” Richie called from behind Hath.

“No thanks,” Jon said automatically.

Jon had David hand him a stuffed folder. “This is our itinerary; hotel, travel, and venue information for the rest of the tour. I need you to have that in your system by the time we’re wheels down. I have indicated where we have media or other events we have to attend, but other than that, I need you to get us out of the hotels where possible, and out having fun. Basically planning events for us: dinners, cultural immersion, whatever.”

Hath had the laptop open, and was taking notes, typing a zillion words a minute. “Got it, boss, what else?”

“I do have one other thing but it isn’t quite what we talked about.”

“Lay it on me,” Hath said. “I’m pretty flexible.”

“I remember,” Jon said wryly, raising an eyebrow. He motioned for David to hand him a thick binder. “I need you to ride herd over the backstage crew.” He held up a hand when Hath went to protest. “They all know their jobs, I just need someone to keep them on track, handle any disputes or issues that come up. Tony will help you, but I need someone to keep order.”

“Will they listen to me?” Hath asked, thumbing through the binder. “I mean, if I learn all this shit, and know what the hell I’m talking about, will they do what I say?”

“Well, that depends on how good you are at your job. Time to put your money where your mouth is, Triple-G,” Jon said, winking.

“Do you have my back if I need you?”

Jon nodded. “If Tony can’t get it sorted out, you can come to me. I don’t expect to have to deal with this shit, though; that’s what you’re here for.”

“Got it. What else?”

“That’s it for now. We hit the ground in a few hours, and will want something for dinner. Get something quiet arranged for us.”

“On it, boss.”

Hath tuned out and spent the next hour on the phone and on her translator. After asking "Sprechen Sie bitte Englisch" what seemed like a thousand times (and always hearing “nein”) she had dinner and drivers arranged for the group. She sighed and stretched and set to work getting the travel itinerary and other arrangements into the computer, and synched it up with her blackberry.

“Boss, gimme your berry,” she said, holding out her hand. Jon handed it over and she typed a few things on it, and handed it back. “You’re synched up with me now. I make a change in the computer or on my berry, and it beams to yours.”

“Cool,” Jon said. “What if I need to make changes?”

“Hang on,” Hath said, and took the berry back. After a few minutes, and lots of swearing (ending in giggles when the babies kicked), she handed the device back over. “All set. The changes will queue up and ping me. I need to make sure that whatever you change doesn’t interfere with anything else you planned, but if it doesn’t, it’ll get updated. If it does, I’ll let you know.”

“Great,” Jon said. He typed something and Hath’s laptop and blackberry pinged. She laughed. Jon had scheduled Hath to stick by him all day the next day.

“It worked boss,” Hath said, and added the item to the schedule. Jon’s device beeped and he smiled and nodded, satisfied that this was going to work out. It’d work out just fine.

Over the next several days, Hath got to know the backstage crew, and learned what they were supposed to do. She asked a million questions, but did in such a way that the guys didn’t realize she was trying to learn their jobs. She never asked the same question twice, and gradually, grudgingly, she started to gain their respect.

She caught on quickly to the languages of the various countries they were visiting, and soon the other administrative staff were coming to her to help with interview scheduling, and more than once she filled in when the interpreter was unavailable. She arranged for catered dinners at the end of the stint in each country, always different from the last. The crew began to look forward to wrapping the packing at the end of a run, and had shaved an hour off their time.

Jon noticed all of this, and smiled smugly to himself; pleased to have brought her aboard.

Hath was working hard, and the guys noticed. They noticed to the point that they started getting worried about her. She was working just as many hours as they did, and that was most of them. She was eating and resting, but otherwise, she was a whirling force to be reckoned with. They guys, even Hugh, took to stopping in to see Hath, or stopping her in the hall or what-have-you to ask how she was doing. When she made herself unavailable, they took to calling her. First it was just David, then Richie started, and soon Hath had had enough.

The next time Richie called, she groaned. “What do you want now?”

“Hey darlin’, I just want to make sure you’re alright and not working too hard.”

“Richie, I appreciate it, but really I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Hath’s little devil came out and sat on her shoulder. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice into a sexy growl. “Baby, if you want to know just how fine I am, ask David. Or Jon. Or you can come find out for yourself.”

Richie sputtered and hung up, and seriously cut back on the phone calls.

Hath barely had time to herself, let alone to visit with the girls on the board, but she didn’t miss the day that Ang told them she and Nathan had gotten hitched! She had to re-read the PM several times to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.

While in Vegas, Nate hijacked me into marrying him.... pauses for the swearing... Told me he'd planned a surprise…No SHIT Sherlock!

I know I could have said NO, I did many times, including at the altar but he swore up one side and down the other he'd quit his job and head to London with me if I didn't, and I know he loves that damn job.

Sam I'm sorry, truly I am. If you hate me well I'll live with it. I've told him you'll want to strangle both of us

But he said with all the babies coming, other weddings coming up, and me heading out just didn't seem any RIGHT time to get married. No wonder he wanted to go to Vegas.

So there you have it, my bomb, sorry OUR bomb: I'm married!

Let the anger commence!

After reading it for the fifth time, she called Sam to make sure she was okay with this. She knew that Nathan meant the world to her, and she had to be hurt that he’d elope and not tell her. She was, but she was okay. Or would be.


Jovi's Willow said...

Of course we knew Hath would be able to handle whatever Jon threw at her.. with grace and gravitas!!

Thanks for the new chapter!

Joviswoman said...

Triple G strikes again lmao!

Now hasn't she got to bitch slap some people soon?????