HELLO LOVELIES! ALAS A NEW STORY IDEA I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH! THIS IS AN ALGAN PAIRING (MEGAN FOLLOWS AND ALAN VAN SPRANG) THEY ARE MY FAVORITE CANADIAN ACTORS AND THEY ARE SO SUPER ADORABLE TOGETHER THAT I THOUGHT: WHY NOT?! AND MY SQUAD GIRLS ISSI, LINA, AND SHERRY LOVED THE IDEA AND WERE SO SUPPORTIVE SO THIS IS DEDICATED TO YOU GIRLS AND ALL THE OTHER ALGAN FANS OUT THERE. I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS STORY! REVIEW AND TELL ME JUST WHAT YOU THINK, EH? IT'LL MAKE ME HAPPY :) AND IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS I'M OPEN SO FAR AS FACTS. IM MAKING IT REAL, Y'ALL ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR ACTORS. ALL FROM MY IMAGINATION FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!
Megan sighed as the voice on the other end faded into silence as the call ended. Well, her plans to stay in tonight with a good book and her unopened bottle of the 96' Bordeaux that Stuart had gifted her on their second anniversary were down the drain. Her manager, Perry, had just informed her that there was a cast party for the crew of the new series, Reign, she had signed onto earlier in the month. What was she even supposed to wear? Thank goodness her hair appointment was later that day. Her hair needed a bit of freshening up. Checking her watch, she estimated that she had enough time to fix a cup of her favorite tea before she needed to jump in the shower and get dressed. It was still fairly early and she always sipped some whilst reading whatever interested her at the moment. Presently, she was engulfed in reading "The Confessions of Catherine de Medici". She had read a lot of the historical accounts, but she wanted to get more in touch with the woman behind the mask.
As she brewed her tea she thought of the struggles that Catherine had dealt with in her life yet she had remained the strength of her entire family. The woman had singlehandedly kept all of her sons in power just by her wits. Catherine was a multi-faceted character and would be an absolute treasure to play. Hopefully she would be able to do her justice. History hadn't been kind to her and Megan wanted to change the harsh image. Most accounts barely even acquainted that the woman had a heart at all. She supposed it was because Catherine was such a strong woman before her time, surrounded by men who thought her only value was her ability to bear heirs. Nevertheless, she had prevailed above them all. The hiss of the teapot brought Megan out of her thoughts. Pouring her tea, she grabbed her Kindle and went off to get in touch with the heart of the woman.
Several hours later she stood in front of her mirror trying to decide which outfit she should wear. Her hair appointment had gone well. In fact she felt like a new woman. It always made her feel more womanly and sexy. Not that she thought of herself as sexy, really. She hadn't felt sexy in quite a long time actually. Especially since Stuart had gotten his mistress pregnant. She had known something was wrong for months before she had found them in their bed. He had been distant and his late night theatre work had kept him away later and later. There had been several times when he hadn't come home at all. The signs had all been there, she just hadn't wanted to see them. Having been with him for over a decade, she had thought he had been the one. Now she doubted there would ever be a one. She just wasn't meant to find love, she supposed. Running her fingers through her hair, she knew Stuart wouldn't have liked it at all. He disliked when she had the slightest amount cut off, but she loved the feel of it brushing against the tops of her shoulders.
Pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of her mind she focused once again on her wardrobe. Leggings, perhaps? Jeans were also a possibility. It was much too cold for a skirt or dress, not that she felt all that comfortable showing off her legs. Jeans were probably her best option and they did hug her hips quite nicely…not that she cared if anyone would actually be looking. Pulling her dark wash jeans on, she then focused on her sweaters. She didn't want to be cold and it was supposed to get even colder as the evening wore on. Grabbing her favorite turtleneck sweater, she threw it on and glanced at herself in the mirror once more. Yes, this would be fine for the evening, not too dressy and plenty warm enough.
The timer she had set on her phone went off, giving her a fifteen minute warning. The traffic in Toronto could be congested and she never liked being late. Pulling her favorite pair of boots from her closet, she stepped into them before heading downstairs. She shrugged into her coat, covered her head with her favorite hat, grabbed her purse and keys and was out the door. As she drove, she hoped she would like the other cast members. She had heard of a few of them, but hadn't really worked with any of them. She also hadn't been a regular cast member for years. This would be an extremely new and exciting experience.
Pulling up to the restaurant, she let her keys be taken as she handed them to the valet and headed inside. Giving her name to the hostess she was shown to the backroom. A table set up with lots of finger foods sat in the back along with the wine table. There were groups of people throughout the room conversing. She was immediately greeted by the executive producer, Laurie McCarthy, who then introduced her to Adelaide Kane. Adelaide was a tall young woman, quite beautiful with dark brown locks and gorgeous dark eyes.
"Adelaide will play our Mary, Queen of Scots." Laurie proclaimed proudly.
"I'm sure we will have an interesting time working together, Ms. Follows." Adelaide said sweetly as she shook Megan's hand.
"Call me Megan, please." Megan said with a warm smile before she was also introduced to Toby Regbo, Torrance Coombs and Anna Popplewell.
Toby seemed very sweet, Torrance seemed a bit star-struck as he only smiled the whole time and Anna seemed very nice even if she was a bit quiet. Megan was also introduced to several of the crew and became engaged in conversation with the lead makeup artist, Linda. She was very nice and had a bubbly personality and was all too happy to meet her. At some point Fred Gerber, the director, came and introduced himself along with others, but Megan was content to let her conversation with Linda flow and hadn't paid too close attention to whoever entered and left the room until a very tall, good looking man walked in. She tried not to blush as she asked Linda to repeat the question she had asked; quite embarrassed that she had let her mind wander. When had that started happening? She wasn't one to just be drawn away by a man, especially not one she hadn't even been introduced to yet. Who was he? Out of the corner of her eye she watched as he navigated around the room, greeting and being greeted by the cast as she had earlier.
Noticing her distraction, Linda turned to see just whom the distraction could possibly be. "It would seem the eye candy has arrived." Linda joked with an upturned eyebrow at Megan.
Clearing her throat and furrowing her eyebrows, she asked as uninterestedly as she could before sipping her wine. "Eye candy?"
"You can't deny that Alan Van Sprang isn't a tall glass of water to thirsty eyes, Megan, can you? If so, I'm unsure if we can still be friends." Linda said jokingly.
"He isn't bad looking," Megan said as uncaring as she could as she touched her index finger to her cheek, something she commonly did when she was thinking too hard. "He's just not my type really." She was lying and they both knew it. It surprised her when Linda called her out on it though. Most people never did that.
"And I suppose the fact that you have been staring at him since he entered the room is just…you deciding whether or not if he's your type, hmm?" Linda said with a wink as she took another sip of her own drink.
With a knowing smile in Linda's direction and an upturned eyebrow, Megan changed the subject neatly, wanting to hear no more of it. There wasn't any harm in her looking but she didn't want her focus to be marred. No need to set foolish feelings into motion. It wasn't long, however, until Fred Gerber with the handsome stranger made their way to their little corner of the room, to introduce this "eye candy" to her.
"Alan, this is…" Fred tried to say before being interrupted by Alan.
"Fred, everyone in this room knows who this is." Alan said with a dashing smile as he reached his hand out for a handshake. "You are most popularly known as Anne, but I do believe your actual name is Megan Follows."
The corners of her mouth curled up in a slight smile, quite flattered. "Seems someone has been reading the tabloids again?" Reaching her hand to his, shaking it lightly. "So you must be Alan…Van Sprang, yes?"
"Every young man in Canada knows of Anne… and of you, Ms. Follows." Alan said as he still held her hand, unwilling just yet to let her go. "Tabloids aren't needed, and yes, I am Alan most of the time."
Clearing her throat before finally letting go of his hand, she hoped the warm feeling in her cheeks didn't give away her delight. She couldn't help but love the attention he was now showering her with. Most men weren't nearly as charming to her nor as attractive to her eyes. "Mr. Eye Candy" would be very interesting to work with. Her thoughts were interrupted as a young woman on the arm of a man was also introduced to the group. The young woman was very beautiful, her light brown hair long and flowing down her back, outlined her very scantily clad figure.
"Fred, you really should introduce me to this handsome co-star of mine." The young woman said with a touch of her hand up Alan's clothed forearm.
"Alan, Megan, this is Caitlin Stacey and her boyfriend. She will play one of Mary's ladies." Fred said as he introduced them.
Megan was a bit taken aback. Wouldn't her boyfriend object to the way the young Caitlin so blatantly now clung onto Alan's arm?
"And just who are you going to be playing?" Caitlin giggled at Alan as she smiled up at him with her big doe eyes.
Removing his arm from her grasp he answered tightly, "I snagged the role of King Henry Valois."
Megan couldn't help the thrill of satisfaction she felt as he stepped back from the young woman. Why did she even care? She had only just met the man.
"Seems I am to play your wife." Megan spoke with warmth in her voice and a twinkle in her eye. This would indeed be an interesting project.
Alan met her eyes with a flirtatious smirk. "Well, we have an… interesting relationship to play with."
Raising her eyebrow at him she couldn't help but smile. "Indeed."
The conversation of the group moved on to other subjects after that, and Megan lost all track of time until she looked at her watch. It was later than she had meant to stay. There was snow in the forecast and she wanted to beat it home if at all possible. She hated driving up the hill that lead to her house.
Bidding them all goodnight she was surprised when Alan offered to walk her out. She didn't mind of course, but she was caught a bit off guard from it and even more so when he asked for her digits as they waited for her car. The snow had just started to fall, creating a very romantic scene for the two of them.
"You know if we are going to be married, I really should have your phone number."
Smiling coyly at his request she played along a small bit. "I don't think phones were invented in the Renaissance, and even if they had been, I doubt Henry would have had Catherine's phone number in his contacts. Fragile relationship, you know?"
So she wanted to play that game, did she? "Well, what if I need to call you for…research purposes?" He asked slyly.
As good looking as he was she never made it a habit to give men she had just met her phone number and she never got involved with those she worked with. She really wanted to say yes, but with circumstances as they were she thought it best to decline at least until a later time. "How about you give me your phone number and if I need insight into Henry's character then I'll give you a call?"
Handing him her phone she watched as he entered his number into her contacts before placing it back into her purse just as her car arrived.
"This is me. It has been a pleasure, Alan." She said as she extended her hand once more for a goodbye.
"The pleasure has been all mine, Ms. Follows." He smiled genuinely as he shook her hand before letting her go.
Heading around her car it was almost an afterthought as she called out to his retreating form. "You can call me Megan. We are married after all."
Grinning at her over his shoulder, he headed back inside, quite sure that sooner or later Megan would dial his number.
Slipping into the warmth of her car she headed home carefully, a smile planted on her face the whole time. She hadn't felt this way in a long time.