Drew as sitting at the table in his trailer, enjoying some Wendy's when Diedrich burst in, slamming the door behind him.

"Don't you KNOCK?" Drew asked as he finished his bite of his junior bacon cheeseburger.

"I'm gonna knock on your head if you don't start behaving, Drew", Diedrich said. "You made Lynn cry, do you realize that? What the hell did you say to her?" Diedrich's eyes narrowed as he looked down at Drew.

"Nothing", Drew said defensively as he put down his sandwhich and reached for a napkin. "I just made a few suggestions".

"Like what?" Diedrich glared at him.

"Like maybe she should watch the show for once", Drew casually took a sip from his Biggie drink, "and maybe re-write the script".

"YOU WHAT?!" Diedrich exploded. "You don't know how hard she's worked on that script, Drew. It took her four months to develop it then I took it to Bruce and...."

Drew cut him off, "wait, YOU took it to Bruce?"

"Yeah. Lynn's a friend, I was helping her out", said Diedrich. "Bruce tried and tried to get ahold of you so you could read the script but you were in Vegas".

"Aw, geez", Drew sighed. "Had I known that that was the case, things would have been so different. I'm an ass".

"You sure are", Diedrich agreed.

"How am I gonna make this up to her?" Drew asked.

"Well", Diedrich's eyes lit up, "take her to that Warner dinner on Friday".

"What a great idea! Go get her and tell her I need to talk to her".

"Sure thing", and Diedrich left.



Diedrich bounced onto the set and up to Lynn who was looking over the latest edition of "Premiere" magazine. He smiled at her.

"Hi, Lynn", he said.

"Hey, Dee", she then looked up at him and noticed the smile. "Okay, what's going on? What did you do?"

"I told Drew everything. He wants to see you in his trailer".

"Oh great. Lemme guess: I'm fired", she said, sarcastically.

"Go see for youself", he said.

"Fine", she tossed the magazine on her chair and walked away to Drew's trailer.

~~~~

It was five minutes to noon and the day wasn't going as well as Lynn thought. "Cut", she sighed, "break for lunch, everyone". The cast and crew started creeping towards the door, Drew made a beeline off the set and to his trailer as Amber and Ryan walked up to Lynn.

"Lynnie?" Amber said quietly.

"What?" she asked, pointedly, in a near tears voice.

"Aw, Lynn. Don't worry about it. The script is great, really it is", Ryan said as he patted her shoulder.

"Ryan's right, Lynn", Amber reassured her friend.

"Hey, I'm glad someone thinks so", Lynn sniffed, holding back her tears.

"Drew's just been really busy lately. Under a bit of stress, so try and forget him", said Ryan.

"Yeah but, Ryan, he...he walked all over the script. I wasn't just constructive criticism it was blatant nit picking", she wiped away a few tears with her hand,"Oswald wouldn't say that, Lewis wouldn't do this", she mimicked. "And my personal favorite, 'have you ever seen the show?' That bastard! Why write about something I haven't even seen or don't even know about?!" she started to cry.

"Oh, Lynn", Amber put a protective arm about her shoulders. "One more day. You're tough, you can stick it out". She patted Lynn's shoulder then looked at Ryan for help.

"If you want, Lynn, I could beat some sense into him", Ryan offered, jokingly.

Lynn chuckled then smiled through her tears, "Nah, Ryan. Don't worry about it". She dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "One more day. Then after that, I can corner him and prepare to light into him and walk off". Diedrich walked up to them.

"Lynn, what's wrong?" he asked, the concern etched on his face.

"Drew kinda blasted her script", said Ryan.

"Blasted? More like nuked it off the face of the earth", Lynn said and turned to Diedrich. "You were in wardrobe when he said it. It's over now".

"No, it's not. He crossed the line. I'll be back", Diedrich said and he quickly walked away in the direction of Drew's trailer.

"He wouldn't hit him, would he?" Amber asked.

"We'll know in five minutes", said Ryan.


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