A Model's Tale
Chapter Eight: Blast From The Past
"What's all this about, Roxy?" Pizzazz sent the bassist an irritated
look,
glancing at Eboni with little interest. "Lin-Z is here, those damn
Holograms
are getting all the attention...whatever it is better be good."
"Oh, I think it is." Roxy squatted on the stage, pulling a troubled
looking
Stormer down beside her, and indicating for Eboni to sit down.
"It's Roxy's idea. Don't 'old out much hope." Jetta, who had rejoined
the
singer observed idly, but for once Roxy was too engrossed in her own
brilliance
to pay any attention.
"This is Eboni." she said importantly. "She's a dancer."
"So?" Pizzazz raised an eyebrow, idly tilting back on her chair.
"She's also Mrs Shawn Harrison, Pizzazz." Roxy's brown eyes sparkled,
anticipating
the reaction her bombshell would get.
It was worth the wait. Pizzazz's green eyes almost popped out of her
head
and it was nothing short of a miracle that she didn't fall back off her
chair.
"She what?"
"It's true." Eboni scowled. "Roxy reckoned you might be able to help me
out
some. I'm not keen to stay on set with him here, he's done enough to me
already,
but I have debts...big ones...and I need this job to cover them.
Roxy..."
"I see." Pizzazz's expression became thoughtful. "So...what you're
saying
is...that if I were to, say...help you cover your little
indescrepancies financially,
you might help us out in some other way. Yes?"
"That's basically it." Eboni spread her hands. "I'm no charity girl, I
don't
take money I haven't earnt...but if I can help you girls then I guess
that's
different. I'm meant to be working with Giselle and the others on the
Jem
set, but right now I'm not feeling too friendly towards Holograms, if
one
of them is really dating Shawn."
"Kimber's practically engaged to 'im." Jetta observed. "All but a ring,
I'd
say. Didn't 'e propose or somethin'?"
"Definitely." Pizzazz nodded, eying Eboni's reaction with some
interest.
"She can't marry him while he's still married to me! How dare he even
ask
her!" The dancer was livid. "Wait till I get my hands on this witch
girl...and
on him, wait till I get my hands on him! How dare he! As if I didn't
even
exist!"
"If you hate him, why not divorce him?" Stormer asked.
"Because that's too easy." Eboni's eyes narrowed. "He refused me a
divorce,
the one time in my life that I could have been happy he took away from
me
because of protecting his precious image. Well...I'm not going to be
used
any longer. He's not marrying this Kimber chick so long as there's
breath
in my body!"
"Good...good." Pizzazz's tone was far more friendly than it had been
previously.
"Then stick with us...we'll help you get your revenge on both Shawn and
Kimber...and
we'll have a little fun in the meantime!"
"There you are!"
Danse poked her head around the door of the dancer's dressing room,
casting
her friend a smile. "I've been looking for you all over! Jem and co are
done
with Lin-Z and I'm dying to introduce you to them all...I know you're
gonna
love them!"
"Am I?" Eboni examined her makeup in the mirror, her tone flat. "That's
good."
"Okay, what's up?" Danse frowned. "Someone been messing you about?"
"Not yet." Eboni shook her head. "And they're not going to get a chance
to.
I'm gonna strike first."
"Oh, Eboni, don't get into a fight!" Danse pleaded. "We both know that
you
need this job!"
"I have debts, I'll get 'em paid." Eboni responded with a shrug. She
reached
into her purse, extracting a small white pill and downing it with a
glass
of water at her left hand. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
"What was that?" Danse demanded.
"What was what?" Eboni looked startled.
"That pill."
"Aspirin! What do you think?" Eboni was indignant. "I've a raging
headache thanks to all the noise out there - I'm not used to this much
fuss and bustle!"
Danse sighed.
"I'm sorry." she said with a frown. "I ought to trust you, oughtn't I?"
"Yes, you should." Eboni nodded her head. "If you're any kind of
friend. Come
on."
Danse watched her go for a moment, then, with a sigh, followed her out
of
the dressing room.
Whether or not the pill was an aspirin or not she didn't know, but she
had
her doubts.
Eboni paused by the Hologram bandstand to wait for her friend to catch
her
up, allowing her jumbled thoughts to settle themselves. She felt a bit
guilty
for lying to Danse, but not for worlds would she admit what she was
into.
The fact that she had become more and more dependant on the
anti-depressants
she had initially been prescribed after the breakdown of her
relationship
with French lighting technician Michel Chabou was something she was
fiercely
ashamed of, and heartily in denial over. Of course, her prescription
was
long ended, but not wanting to face the real world she had found other
means
to get her hands on the tablets she wanted and these days they were
second
nature to her.
As she crossed the floor after her friend, she caught sight of Shawn
once
more, leaning up against the coffee machine and talking to a tall black
girl.
They seemed to be getting along, and somehow it sparked off her anger
again.
"I wonder if that's Kimber." She mused.
"Hey, are you on the same planet as me?" Danse nudged her. Eboni
turned, startled.
"Huh?"
"What are you thinking?"
"I was just wondering who that girl is. She looks...uh...familiar."
"I think she's a model, though I'm not sure I remember her name.
Saffron, is it?" Danse replied. "From what Shana and the others were
saying earlier she's a real nice girl...perhaps we'll get to meet her
properly later."
"No thank you." Eboni said darkly. "I'm here to do a job and that's
enough."
"What?" Danse looked taken aback. "Eboni, what's eating you? You were
all
fired up about this opportunity before!"
"Oh, leave me alone." Eboni snapped. "I've got things to do."
With that she pushed past her friend, stalking across the studio. Danse
stared
after her, her eyes big with disbelief.
"What was that about?" She wondered. "Heck, I better get after her -
God
only knows what she'll do if she's in a temper!"
Eboni was indeed in something of a temper. A combination of amphetamine
and
resentment boiling up inside of her, she marched straight up to where
Shawn
and Saffron had been chatting, casting the model a contemptuous glare
and
grabbing Shawn by the arm.
"What in hell do you think you're doing?" She seethed.
Shawn's expression changed in an instant.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded.
"Working." Eboni's eyes narrowed. "I'm a dancer, or is it so long ago
now
that you've forgotten all that, huh?"
Saffron looked confused.
"Excuse me, is something wrong?"
"Butt out." Eboni told her shortly. "You'd do well to keep away from
him.
He's not worth your time."
"Shawn and I are just friends!" Saffron exclaimed. "Kimber's my friend
too
and I wouldn't hurt her like that. And what business do you have
butting
in like this? We were only talking. Who are you, anyway?"
"Who am I?" Eboni repeated, her green eyes sparkling with fury. "Who am
I?
So it matters that precious Kimber doesn't get hurt but it doesn't
matter
who the hell I am? Well, thanks, Shawn. Thanks a whole lot."
"Eboni, stop it. You're making a scene and I don't need this." Shawn
tried
to shake himself free from her grip, but she had him held fast. "For
God's
sake, woman, let me go!"
"Let you go?" Eboni raised an eyebrow. She leant closer to him, running
her
free hand through his hair. "Let you go? After all you did to me? I
don't
think so."
Shawn registered the wild look in her eyes and with a start realised
that
she was not one hundred percent sober. Getting a grip on himself he
grabbed
her around the wrists, pulling her off him.
"What 'ave you been taking?" He demanded.
"How dare you!"
"Eboni, you're stoned. What are you takin', dammit!"
Eboni wriggled free.
"Don't you touch me!" she exclaimed. "You forfeited that right!
You
sleazy, no good creep...how dare you propose to another woman. How
dare you!"
Saffron's brow creased in a frown.
"Shawn, you actually know this creature?" she asked, as Danse joined
the
melee, her own expression troubled.
"Eboni, stop it!" She exclaimed, grabbing her friend and forcibly
pulling her back. "I don't know what the heck's gotten into you, but
leave Shawn alone!
You can't go around attacking every single man in the world just
because
you were hurt!"
"Hurt?" Eboni was well beyond self-control now. "Yeah, I was
hurt.
And he's the creep that hurt me!"
"What?" In her surprise, Danse almost let her friend go, and Eboni was
almost
able to land a kick at Shawn's kneecap. "Shawn?"
"She's stoned." Shawn's face was devoid of all emotion, and he spoke in
level
tones. "I don't know what on, but she ain't thinkin' straight. She'll
calm
down when she sobers up."
"Would someone mind telling me what's going down here?" Saffron put her
hands
on her hips. "Shawn, who is this girl anyway?"
"Who am I?" Eboni struggled against Danse's grip, but her friend held
her
firm. "I'm his goddamn wife, that's who I am!"
"Shawn?" Saffron's jaw dropped and she stared at her newest friend in
disbelief.
"Your...your wife? But Kimber..."
Shawn's expression became troubled.
"Everyone makes mistakes." He intoned softly.
Danse shot him an unreadable look, then turned her attention to Eboni,
whose
anger was beginning to cool as the effect of the drug began to fade.
"We're going someplace quiet and we're going to talk." She told her
friend
quietly. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Eb. I don't like that you
lied
to me about that tablet, either. I thought you wanted me to trust you.
You
promised to play nice!"
"I didn't know he was going to be here." Eboni muttered.
"Well, if you'd bothered to tell me who exactly the guy you married
was,
I'd never have gotten you a job on this set." Danse said levelly. "But
as
it stands you're here and I'm not going to let you blow things. Come
on.
We're going to sit down in the fresh air, where you can cool off your
temper
a little."
Once they were gone, Saffron shot Shawn a reproachful look.
"Does Kimber know?" She asked quietly. Shawn hesitated, then shook his
head.
"No." He admitted. "I was goin' to tell 'er, Saffron. I've been tryin'
to
perk up the courage for ages, but somethin' always comes up. I didn't
want
to propose to her in the first place because of all of this...I knew I
couldn't
go through with it till I could get a divorce, but I kinda didn't 'ave
much
choice, she'd 'ave married another man if I 'adn't stepped in. It's
made
me life more complicated than I ever imagined...but I didn't think
Eboni
would show up here."
"That's the deep dark secret you were talking about?" Saffron asked.
Shawn
nodded.
"Yeah." He agreed ruefully. "We were young an' stupid an' probably a
bit
drunk, to be honest. Married life weren't for either of us, in truth,
an'
we fought more than we got on. It didn't last long. I mean, we're still
married,
in the legal sense...but emotionally it were over almost as soon as it
began."
He glanced at his hands. "I was a very different man then. I've grown
up
since. Meetin' Kimber was a large part of that, though I was on my way
to
reformin' me character before that. Once I met Kimber I knew I wanted
to
be with 'er, and I knew there was no place for the dangerous,
'eartbreakin'
Shawn 'Arrison if I was goin' to get any place with 'er. That's just
how
it is."
"Why didn't you just get a divorce?" Saffron asked. "I mean, I married
too
young and divorced too young, and it shook me up a fair bit, but I
don't
regret getting out of that match. It was a nightmare relationship."
"That was my fault." Shawn looked uncomfortable. "Young,
impressionable, arrogant
an' in the public eye. I didn't want the world to know that the teen
'eart
throb were married...much less did I want the tabloid press gloatin'
over
me divorce. I made 'er keep it quiet. An' it woulda been okay, she was
game...then
she met some French guy. After that it were all daggers drawn. She
couldn't
get 'er paperwork to go with 'im to France because she were still tied
to
me..."
"And you wouldn't give in, huh?" Saffron murmured. Shawn frowned.
"I was way to sweet on meself." He said sadly. "Didn't believe much in
love
and kinda mocked 'er a bit for it. Said it was an excuse to get me
humiliated."
"So she lost out."
"Yeah. In 'indsight I was wrong." Shawn sighed. "But what can I do?
Can't
go back in time. It weren't till I met Kimber that I realised that true
love
did exist, you know? An' then it dawned on me that Eboni must've loved
that
Michel bloke just the same as I love Kimber...and that she'd never give
in
and let me 'ave a divorce. Not now. Workin' out how to tell
Kimber...that's
been the worst part. I don't want to lose 'er, an' in truth I don't see
'er
settling for any less than marriage."
Saffron bit her lip.
"You have to tell her, Shawn, before Eboni does it for you." She said
quietly.
"Otherwise...well, I dread to think what might happen."
Chapter One: Meredith
Chapter Two: On Set
Chapter Three: The Misfits
Chapter Four: Old Rivals
Chapter Five: Kimber
Chapter Six: Saffron's Story
Chapter Seven: Enter The Dancers
Chapter Eight: Blast From The Past
Chapter Nine: Kimber and Eboni
Chapter Ten: Visit From The Backers
Chapter Eleven: Chimera's Secret
Chapter Twelve: Danse Takes A Hand
Chapter Thirteen: Decisions
Chapter Fourteen: Saffron's Advice
Chapter Fifteen: Closure
(The Misfits and Holograms and other animated Jem characters are copyrighted to Hasbro Inc. Eboni, Saffron, Chimera, Sakura and all other characters who do not appear in Jem episodes are my own creation. This story is copyrighted to E.A Woolley (2001)