A Jewel Whodunnit...
BLAST FROM THE PAST
PART ONE: CURTAIN
Chapter Six: A Stranger
"Connie? Connie, what do you want me to do with this pile of schedules?"
Dean Stacey, popular local television presenter paused in the doorway
of the dressing room, waving his stack of paper as he did so. Though successful
in his own right, it was not uncommon for him to help out backstage on
either his own show or that of Zoe's mother, for the two had a close bond
and it had been largely thanks to Constance that Dean had got his longed
for television break. Son of Constance's friend LinZ Pearce, who's own
television career had been legendary, Dean had all the makings of a star
presenter, and, despite his evident good looks he was often embarrassed
by all the attention and fanmail he received, for his heart was entirely
loyal to Nancy these days.
Constance did not answer him, and Dean frowned, putting the papers down
on the unit and coming to join her.
"Connie, something wrong?" He asked softly. Constance started out of
her reverie, sending him a look of surprise.
"Dean? I didn't even hear you come in." She admitted sheepishly. "Guess
I was lost in thought."
"Are you okay?" Dean sat down beside her. "Isn't like you to go off into
dreamland on a whim, especially since you go on air in less than twenty
"I was thinking about a few things." Constance admitted. "People I knew
a long time ago. Your mother among them. I miss her, Dean. She used to give
me such good advice about things."
"We all miss her." Dean's handsome face became grave. "Whether she's
alive or dead out there, it doesn't change the fact that she's not here
where she should be with Dad in Los Angeles."
"I agree." Constance murmured softly. She seemed to stir herself. "Anyway,
it doesn't matter. I was thinking about a lot of things, not just LinZ.
Back before Zoe was born, even."
"That is a long time." Dean acknowledged. "Are you sure nothing is worrying
you? You look preoccupied."
"It's not something I should discuss with you, if I can't even broach
it with my own girl." Constance said slowly. "But I...was thinking about
her father, that's all. Zoe came and asked me about him for the first time
this morning. She's never wanted to know before and it kinda threw me, that's
"Connie, Zoe's always wondered." He murmured. "Even when she was just
a kid of five or six and we used to play together she used to ask Mom about
Dad and wonder why she didn't have a Daddy too. I don't think she minded
it, as such, but she did wonder. I mean, as we got older, she used to talk
to me sometimes and every so often she'd get all wistful and say, 'I wish
I had a Dad like yours'...stuff like that. She and Dad have always been pretty
friendly, and she's always loved his stories about growing up in Trinidad
and all of that, but I don't think it counted the same to her. Just like,
close as you and I are, you'll never replace Mom to me."
"Nor would I want to. That would be betraying LinZ herself, for me to
expect it." Constance looked troubled. "Zoe's really said those things? Many
"She never wanted to bother you with them, she was afraid that maybe
he hurt you and she didn't want you upset." Dean spread his hands. "I probably
shouldn't have even said to you what I did, but it's not just a flash in
the pan thing, Connie. She's always wondered."
"I suppose that's natural." Constance sighed. "Well, I guess I'll put
that thought away for now and focus on tonight's running order. The schedules...?"
"Right there, by the door." Dean indicated, knowing it was not his place
to pry into his friend's family. "Julie just gave them to me - she's all
flustered tonight because one of her operators is off sick and she's got
a rookie technician or something to round things off. Everything is chaos,
which is why she roped me in to help."
"Television needs more people like you." Constance offered him a slight
smile, getting to her feet. "No wonder all the girls go crazy over you, Dean."
Dean looked uncomfortable.
"Nancy wouldn't thank you for that." He responded. "I don't understand
why they all go so mad anyway. I mean, I'm just a guy, I'm not superman
or God or anything. And I'm not even available."
"LinZ would much approve of your choice of woman, I think." A tiny piece
of the usual sparkle returned to Constance's mischievous blue eyes. "You've
done her proud, you know. Wherever she is she should be glowing with pride
"Well, we'll never know." Dean said levelly. "But in the meantime, I'm
glad you think so." He got up. "Need a hand on set with final preparations?"
"Of course." Constance nodded. "Thanks, Dean."
Together they made their way up the short flight of stairs to the main
studio, where people were busily finalising lights and cuecards and in
the middle of the melee Julie Kazar, the studio production assistant was
trying to make sure everything was ready on time in her usual harried manner.
She cast Constance a brief smile as they entered.
"You're on time, at least...been to makeup and wardrobe, too." She noted.
"Well, at least we've an anchorwoman!"
"We'll be ready, Jules. We always are." Miles Black, one of the cameramen
assured her with a wink. "And we've a good fifteen minutes yet, that's
bags of time!"
"Well, I wish you wouldn't insist on waiting till the last minute to
check your lenses and so on." Julie snapped. "It's not good for my nerves!"
"Another normal night at Connie's Corner." Dean laughed. Constance grinned,
"The bands here? And Sirena?" She asked. Julie glanced at her clipboard,
"Yep, all in their dressing rooms waiting for their calls, except Sirena
who's on last, she's in makeup." She agreed. "She was late getting here,
I was getting worried she wouldn't make it, but she just about did."
"She has a small kid to worry about, sometimes you do wind up making
deadlines by the skin of your teeth when you're a single Mom." Constance
said sensibly. "She's here, that's the important thing."
"Connie, pet, can you go sit on the couch so I can get my focus perfect?"
Miles cast her a grin.
"Yeah, sure, so long as you quit calling me pet." Constance sent him
a playful scowl, obediently doing as she was bidden. "You're not my Pa,
"Old enough to be." One of the other cameramen joked. Miles rolled his
"Jerk." He retorted. "Noone wants to see Connie in fuzzovision, now do
"Better let someone else take on camera one, then!" One of the lighting
technicians joked. "Hey, Julie, where'd that new guy get to? I need someone
to run get me a new bulb, this one just blew."
"Um..." Julie glanced around her. "Anyone seen..." She glanced down at
her clipboard for the name, "Warren Brooker?"
"Right here." A voice put in calmly, stepping out of the confusion. Constance
glanced over in the direction of the speaker, and colour drained from her
face as she took in his features. The man was not tall, with dark hair
peppered with grey and crafty eyes which flitted between people as if assessing
them all the time. Her hand flew to her mouth, as he caught her gaze, sending
her an amused smile.
"Connie, by the way this is Warren, he's our rookie tech." Julie had
not even noticed the change of expression on the presenter's face, though
Dean had noted it with some consternation. "If you see him buzzing about
don't worry, he's ok and he's got clearance to be here, just so you know
he's not a wayward troublemaker or anything. Warren, Connie Montgomery, our
"My pleasure, Connie." Warren smiled, fixing her with a piercing gaze
and making her shiver involuntarily.
"Likewise." She managed. As the technician disappeared into the storerooms
to find a new bulb, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
"It was a long time ago." She murmured. "He wouldn't recognise you now.
And maybe...maybe you're jumping to conclusions. Maybe it isn't him at all."
"It's nice to see ya after all this time." A voice at her right ear startled
her and she realised that he was back, job done. She met his gaze with
an alarmed one of her own.
"What do you want?" She murmured.
"This is my job." Warren shrugged his shoulders. "That's all. I just
have the pleasure of your acquaintance once again."
"It was a long time ago." Constance said firmly. "So leave me alone.
You don't scare me."
"Scare you? I wouldn't want to scare you." Warren sent her an unnerving
smile. "Say...er...does your daughter know all about me? I hear she's quite
a chick in the music film industry these days. I'd quite like to meet her...you
must be so proud."
"You keep away from Zoe, and I mean that." Constance told him in low
tones. "You understand me?"
"Just making conversation." Another unnerving smile, then, "Be careful,
Clash. Don't forget what I know."
"You wouldn't dare!" Constance blanched again. Warren just shrugged.
"Later." He said lazily. "You got a show to do, and I wanna check out
your, uh, technique, if you catch my drift." He laughed. "Nice working with
And with that he was gone. Constance muttered a curse under her breath.
"I hoped I'd never have to deal with this again." She murmured. "But
I guess I have no choice but to make the best of it. Just so long as he
doesn't speak to Zoe. My daughter would be heartbroken if she knew the
BLAST FROM THE PAST: PART ONE
DISCLAIMER: PLEASE NOTE
Copper, Nancy, Sylva, Anna, Blade, Raesha, Sirena,
Topaz, Aaron, Sophie, Justin, Elliot, Rosita, Luis and any other
characters in this fiction which do not appear in the animated Jem
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Chapter One: The "Anniversary"
Chapter Two: Jewel's Sound
Chapter Three: At Sirena's
Chapter Four: Jewel's Video
Chapter Five: Fanmail
Chapter Six: A Stranger
Chapter Seven: Stefana's
Chapter Eight: The Results
Chapter Nine: A Moment's
Chapter Ten: A Shock For
Chapter Eleven: A Surprise For Jetta
Chapter Twelve: Fire!