Message-ID: <17438eli$9811210425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Anonymous) Showtime Part 9 {1/5} (m/f, f/f, f+/f, oral) - Starring Jennie Garth, Heather Locklear, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Bridget Fonda, Winona Ryder, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Alyssa Milano Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <733h50$5pm$1@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Hello, this is Dimitri, author of many stories (but not this one, also I am most definately not the Dimitri character in this story). I am posting this story for an author who wishes to remain anonymous. However I am happy to pass comments on to the author, just send them to me at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and I'll pass them on. Also, you can find Showtime chapters at : http://come.to/Dimitri (this is not my site! I don't have a site! I'm just an author!) Authors note: Before we pick up on the Part 9. I would like to thank all those who wrote in and commented, and also to thank Dimitri for his invaluable advice and assistance. Without which SHOWTIME would not have been posted. Part 10 will end the story. I will also write a F.A.Q. answering questions on why I choose the actresses I did, and how the story developed, from a single short story to a multi part saga. BTW some of you may have DL Showtime Part 8 (3/3) it is missing the last paragraph,I suggest you DL the Part 8 (Full version) The last line should read (Violins playing in the background) Enjoy Part 9 it's a long one, so get a new box of kleenex, you may need it at the end. It's a tear jerker. Standard Disclaimer If you're under 18, get lost. This is just and erotic story, with not the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some real people, all actions and events are completely fictitious. This is not meant to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish, but without alterations. "It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel SHOWTIME - Catch a falling Star PART 9 1/5 The group of celebrities standing on the deck, were awe struck at the carnage they had just witnessed. There was however no wild screaming, no stampede of footsteps. Just a quite nervous murmur, that permeated through the crowd. Peter and Ted stood next to each other leaning against the railing, unmoving. When the last shot sounded out, Sidney relaxed his grip on Bridget. Breaking free she kicked off her shoes and jumped down the steps, running full tilt along the path, Alyssa was close behind. Several people followed, others stood silently in shock, crying, or mumbling quietly amongst themselves. The cries from one of the girls screaming for an ambulance got people moving again. Susan ran after her daughter, as did Robert, Jamie, Sigourney, Kurt, Sidney and a host of others. Jane dashed into the house to get towels, and blankets. Sarah and Jennifer found solace in each other's arms, and closed their eyes to pray. "Please God, let them be okay, please..." Winona was crying into her mother's arms like a six-year old that had just fallen off a swing. Being first on the scene by a few seconds, Bridget stopped in her tracks as she reached her friends. Between a flowerbed and a fountain, a single pool of light illuminated them at the edge of the orange grove. Steve lay on his back, blood soaked his entire chest, his eyes closed to the world. Beside him Heather was sitting in blood holding his hand by the wrist trying to control her emotions. "Hang on Steve, hang on..." Jennie sat behind Steve holding his head in her lap. Stroking his face and hair speaking quietly through her tears. "Oh God please no, no..." Jennie had taken off her jacket and stuffed it inside his shirt in an effort to stop the bleeding. "Are you guy's hurt?" She asked timidly. They both shook their heads no. It was hard to tell since they where both spotted with blood. A few feet beyond them she saw the gunman, sprawled out on his back like a paper cut out, a small neat hole in the side of his head. She knelt beside Heather placing her arms around her shoulders, Heather leaned on her,"His pulse is weak." Alyssa ran into the light next breathing heavily, she put her hands to her mouth, she sank to her knees beside Jennie,"Is ..is... he......alive?" Jennie nodded silently sobbing. Alyssa noticed the blood oozing out of the wound in his leg. Reaching under her dress she tore the lace trim from the bottom of her slip, and tied a tourniquet around it. Heather turned to see Susan coming down the path. "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT AMBULANCE!!" She screamed. Susan looked frightened, "It's on the way, I-I think they're sending a helicopter." The others coming down gathered at the edge of the light, gasping at the horror before them. Robert Redford worked his way around the group and went over to the other man. He bent over and touched the man's neck. As he straightened up and turned back to the crowd he shook his head. Back up on the porch William Bradford stood next to his friend, and client of nearly forty years. Pulling by the strap he carefully removed the hunting rifle from Mr. Fonda's grasp, and laid it on a nearby table. "As your attorney Peter, I must insist you not to talk to police without me being present." Peter nodded without turning his head. Becky sat him down in a chair, and put her arms about him. Jane arrived with the towels, Winona, Sarah and Jennifer helping her. The girls began stuffing and binding Steve until he looked like an extra large, used tampon. Steve's eye's flickered open as they wrapped him like an early Christmas present. He saw an angel staring down at him, well actually it was just Jennie. But with the light shining down from a tree lamp above her head, she had that halo affect around her face. He felt her soft warm hands holding his head, her tears dripping on his cheeks. He felt hands all over his body. Jennie saw his eyes blink for just a moment. "Stay with me Steve, hang on You hear ME!" Bridget leaned forward cupping his face in her trembling hands,"Don't you dare die on me." They could hear his breathing wheezing tiredly. "Damn! He's still bleeding from somewhere I can't find it!" Heather cried. "Did we get all the wounds?" Sarah asked. "Yes all of them damn it!" Sigourney and Meg knelt down next to the girls, "Roll him on his side." One of them ordered. They carefully rolled him on his left side, his back was soaked in blood. A bullet had gone all the way through. Meg and Sigourney shoved a towel under his jacket where the exit hole was then laid him on his back again. He didn't even groan. The girls looked at one another scared, unsure, feeling helpless. "Shit, he's not breathing." Jennie swore. Winona looked up,"Are you sure?" Jennifer flipped her long dark hair to one side and leaned over putting her ear to his mouth, "I think she's right." Sarah started mouth to mouth, after five minutes, Alyssa took over, then Meg relieved her. Heather kept a close watch on his pulse and heart beat. Winona, pushed down on his heart as Bridget kept count. Sigourney kept up pressure on the bandages. The women rotated every three minutes for twenty minutes, until he came through. Meg was giving him the breath of life when she suddenly felt his tongue slip into her mouth. "He's breathing!" She yelled pulling back. The girls looked down to see his tongue lolling around inside of his mouth. He let out a slight moan. The paramedics arrived ten minutes later, as did the police. They carefully removed the towels and set to work. Someone in the crowd threw up. After ten minutes they strapped him to a gurney and wheeled him through the house to the front. The helicopter was parked in the center of the circular driveway. Jennie and Heather where bundled up into two separate ambulances, accompanied by Alyssa, and Sarah. The other's stayed behind with their families, Jennifer stay with them to help. The other guests scattered throughout the house, some in the kitchen, others in the living or recreation rooms. A few stayed outside on the deck. More police flooded the house and grounds, searching the area for clues, taking statements, securing the perimeter against the coming media onslaught. The press arrived fifteen minutes after the police. Fortunately, they could be kept well away from the house as the entire area was considered private property. So they set up bases half a mile down the road from the Fonda ranch and waited. The first one's on the scene were black and white units. Upon discovering what had happened and who was involved, they where glad for the first time in their lives they weren't detectives. They organized evacuation of the victims, and called for extra security at L.A. General Hospital. The first detective to arrive took charge and immediately called for more men and a surveillance helicopter. As the ambulances pulled up to the emergency entrance wrapped in blankets Jennie and Heather got out amid tight security, walking through a cordon of hospital security guards, as the press yelled questions and took pictures from behind the police barrier twenty feet away. The girls were badly shaken from their ordeal, but stirred into action the second they stepped in the door. A short blonde doctor was waiting for them as they burst through the sliding doors. "Hello my I'm Dr. Jessica Mensa." The girls shook hands impatiently, "The man who was brought in here Mr. Colt." Heather asked. "We have a trauma team working on him now, all I can tell you is that he's stable, they'll be taking him to the O.R. at anytime now." Alyssa rubbed her eyes, how long will he be in there for?" The doctor turned to her,"From what I know now, four maybe five hours. There was a lot of internal damage, but the bleeding is well under control." The girls began to worry. Heather and Jennie submitted to rudimentary examinations, but refused to take tranquilizers. Alyssa and Sarah called all the families and settled down in a waiting room. Alyssa dug a card out of her purse and made one more call. "Mr. Fonda?" Peter looked up to see a tall heavyset black man in a grey suit peering down at him. The man extended his hand, "My name is Frank Stone, I'll be the detective in charge of the investigation." Peter stood up and shook hands, then he introduced his family and lawyer. "I've read the statement you gave to the first officer on the scene. I'd like to take you downtown for, fingerprinting, test for powder burns and a few more questions." The lawyer spoke up. "Is my client being charged at this time?" The detective shook his head,"Not yet, we're still taking some statements and the weapons are on the way to the lab. We still have to recover the slugs from both victims." After the O.J. Simpson fiasco Frank wasn't about to have his career flushed down the toilet by rushing things. The cop flipped open his note pad,"Does the name Dimitri Yuraknockov mean anything to you?" Peter shook his head, "No, was that who he was?" The man nodded, "According to the driver's license found his car. It was parked down the road about a mile away." Jane and Susan agreed to stay at the house to take care of things, while Peter and his lawyer went downtown along with Ted who it was decided would handle the press. Bridget hugged her Dad as he left with the police,"Can I go to the hospital?" Kissing her on the forehead he nodded, "Call me when you know anything." Jennifer offered to drive her, but Becky insisted on a police car taking them, six male officers standing nearby immediately volunteered for the duty. Captain Stone picked out two female officers taking statements. Winona's parents still had to be interviewed they would be along later. Driving past the hordes of photographers and battery of cameras, the lights flashed by like shooting stars. The girls ran into the hospital and skidded to a halt in front of the nurse's station. "Steve Colt!" They said in harmony. A motherly gray haired nurse looked up at them, "He's being operated on right now ladies, please have a seat. Alyssa came out of a nearby waiting room, they walked over and hugged her. She pulled them inside the room was full of people. Jennie's family was there, her parents and fiancee. Heather's parents and friends Kelly Rutherford, and Coutney-Thorne Smith showed up, her husband was on tour. Both women had been brought a change of clothes, so the press wouldn't get any pictures of their blood soaked outfits. Jennie refused her mothers offer to help her change. Last thing she needed tonight was for her mother to find out, that her youngest daughter had the taste of a high-class hooker when it came to lingerie. The damaged clothes where taken by the police as evidence. Except of course their underwear, which probably would have been "misplaced" on the way to the lab anyway. Hopefully the tests wouldn't find any semen on her dress. Jennie got up and went to Bridget, "How's your dad?" Bridget put on a brave face, "He's fine they're taking him downtown for further questioning,"Jennie put her arms around her frightened companion,"Is Steve going to be okay?" She asked. "He's in surgery probably for another two hours." Jennifer was talking with Sarah and Alyssa, "How long has he been in there?" Sarah looked up at the clock on the wall, "Two hours fifteen minutes." The new comers were introduced to Jennie's folks and then settled down for a wait. Alyssa, Sarah and Jennifer each called their parents, just to let them know they were safe, and not involved. "What's taking so long?" Jennifer whined, "It's been five hours! They said four." Bridget smiled tiredly, "Well at least we know he's still alive, that's a good sign. Isn't it?" By this time Jennie and Heather had been questioned by the police, and been allowed to go home to be with their babies. Six hours later Dr. Mensa walked into the waiting room. Bridget was still up, bleary eyed, exhausted, emotionally drained but awake. She woke up Alyssa, Sarah, Jennifer, and Winona. Her parents had gone back to her house. Bridget's mother Susan had come in during the morning. Despite the long night the doctor looked better than the girls did. She directed her remarks to Bridget first of all. Since the event took place at her father's residence, and she was uncertain as the relationship of the others, with the patient. "Well you friend is out of surgery, we removed two bullets from the leg, and left chest. The one in the shoulder came out of the upper back. He's lost a lot of blood, but there wasn't too much internal damage, the next twenty-four hours will be the most important. If there are no complications by tomorrow morning, his chances of survival will be good. He should recover fully, since no major organs were hit except his left lung. So he'll be on a ventilator for a while to help him breath. Right now he's resting comfortably, all we can do is wait and pray." Bridget put her arms around the doctor's shoulders,"Thank you!" Winona came up behind her as did the others. "Could we please see him?" She asked. "He'll be asleep for the next ten hours. But you can go in for five minutes, two at a time." Winona smiled hugged Dr. Mensa. "Oh one more thing we found an additional injury, other that the gunshot wounds. The girls looked scared for a moment, "Mr. Colt has two sets of four parallel scratch marks on his back, starting near his spine and going outwards. Did he and the attacker get into a physical struggle?" The girls shook their heads unknowingly, "None of us were close enough to see at that time." Winona replied. "Well nothing serious, they should heal given time. You're friend is down the hall first door on the left." She waved goodbye and left. Alyssa, casually stuck her hands under her armpits. Then she went to a phone and called the others to let them know Steve was out of surgery. Bridget and Winona went in first. Holding hands the quietly walked into the ICU. Standing in the doorway they absorbed the sight which greeted them. Winona closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Bridget took a deep breath. They stepped into the room they moved to the bedside. He didn't look bad for a guy with more hoses and wires attached to him than a car in an auto shop. His skin was pale and damp, electrodes were pasted onto his forehead, and a large tube was taped to his mouth connected to a hose that ended at a ventilator. Another smaller tube fed oxygen through his nose. The IV stuck in his right arm dripped steadily. He sounded like Darth Vader on Valium. Bridget stood closest to Steve, she put her hand through the guard rail of the bed. Their hands touched, cold, clammy, nervously. He looked so different, weak, helpless, a shadow. Winona put her arm around her friend,"It wasn't your fault, nothing could have stopped him you know that." Bridget stared down at her superman, "If I hadn't had the party..." Winona sighed, "It doesn't matter, Steve still would have been there for them. Just like he was there for us." Winona leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, saying a silent prayer. Bridget gave his hand a slight squeeze, she wasn't sure and it might have been a reaction but she thought his hand squeezed back. She let go of his hand and gave him small kiss on the cheek. She and Winona left the room feeling a little better than before. Going back into the waiting room they managed a cautious smile. Alyssa stood up looking somewhat disheveled, as did they all. "How does he look?" She asked grabbing hold of Winona's hands. "He looks good." She smiled. "Why don't you go on in." Alyssa looked at Sarah and Jennifer. "You guy's go ahead. I'll wait." Jennifer suggested. Alyssa and Sarah looked into the room not quite knowing what to expect. It smelled of disinfectant, the monitors beeped and displayed his vital signs. They walked in and peeked around the privacy curtain that was pulled halfway down the bed. Sarah gasped at the sight. Alyssa winced a bit. He looked half a step away from death. His chest was uncovered, swathed in a big roll of bandages, his right arm was in a sling. Alyssa put her hand on his arm, then kneeled down on the floor to pray. Sarah followed suit, after a minute or so they got up. Alyssa reached over and brushed his face gently with the back of her fingers,"Just make it one more day that's all you have to do." Sarah began to cry a bit, "You can do it Steve, I know you can." Alyssa put an arm around her friend, they both kissed his cheek, and slowly walked out of the room. When they came back Susan took Jennifer in. When she saw Steve she wanted to cry all over him, Susan held her as she swayed back and forth. "He'll be alright won't he?" She asked quietly. "He'll be just fine." Susan smiled meekly. The girls gathered for a quick meeting in the waiting room. Susan went downstairs to arrange transport. They would all go home and get some rest, Heather and Jennie would drop by to see Steve in a few hours. If anything happened the hospital would call Bridget and Winona, they in turn would call everyone else. Bridget had talked to her dad's lawyer and Uncle Ted, both had persuaded her that when it came to questions concerning Mr. Colt and how they came to know him, it was best to tell the truth. Since no cover story they could come up with would hold for very long. The girls decided that there was no harm in telling the world about Steve, and the accident. His relationship with the other girls would still go undetected. As far as his intervention on Jennie and Heather's behalf last night that would be called a matter of luck. Alyssa looked around,"Who has his Company ID?" Jennifer glanced over, "I do." Bridget nodded, "Keep it in a safe place, don't let anyone see it." The younger girl nodded. The Fonda's and Horowitz's along with Heather and Jennie would hold a press conference later in the day. After the police had released a statement, of there preliminary investigation. The girls agreed that any other questions asked before then would be answered with the routine,"No comment." Then their families arrived to take them home. Mr. Fonda appeared tired but in good spirits, after hugging his daughter and greeting the others he had a quite word with one of the doctors to find out Steve's prognosis, and arrange to pay for all Steve's medical expenses, regardless of his insurance coverage. Winona wrote out a visitor list for the nursing staff. The throng of reporters outside was intimidating, even Peter was taken back. However they ignored the crowd and brushed off any questions. By this time America had woken up to find out what had happened the night before. According to the news. A stalker had made an attempt to abduct, or kill actresses Heather Locklear and Jennie Garth at a private party given by actor Peter Fonda. The plot was foiled when the man shot and critically wounded an unknown guest, who stumbled onto them. Then the stalker himself was shot dead by Mr. Peter Fonda. After several hours of questioning by L.A. Police Mr. Fonda was released on his own recognizance without being charged, pending further investigation. The hospital released a statement of Steve's injuries, and expected recovery. At this time they refused to release his name pending notice of next of kin. It was going to be a slow day in Hollywood, many people at the party didn't get home till 4AM. Schedules were rearranged, meetings post phoned, shoots back logged. Sarah and Jennifer stayed with Alyssa at her place. Her three dogs jumped up on them giving Alyssa a hard time for not coming home last night. She cradled Hugo's head in her hands, and gave the German shepherd GUARD dog a big kiss on the top of his nose, his tongue came out and licked under her chin playfully. (She really does have a BIG GUARD DOG) Her other two smaller dogs found sympathetic friends in Sarah and Jennifer. The girls had some snacks, Alyssa fed her dogs and kicked them out in the back yard. Then they went upstairs and stripped off, sharing her queen size bed for the morning. Within hours of the event phones began to ring halfway across the country. The CIA went into action to find out why one of its floaters got aerated, and what he was doing at a big celebrity party. They started by back tracking all of his movements for the last two-weeks, a picture began to form. Steve's relatives and employer were notified by the L.A.P.D. they got on the next flight to Los Angeles. Several hours later the girls awoke still tired and groggy. They prepared to meet the group at the hospital, Jennifer called ahead to see how Steve was doing. The duty nurse told her if she wanted any information she would have to come down to the ICU in person. When they got there the others had already arrived, Heather was there with her father, Jennie, Bridget, and Winona with their families. A small group of actors and actresses stood nearby, they had come for moral support. Uncle Ted stood conspicuously in the background. Mr. Bradford Peter's lawyer made the initial statement, informing the press of his client's current status in the police investigation. Most of the first questions involved Peter Fonda, the answers were short and brief. Heather and Jennie made a short speech in which they thanked the public for their support, asked for their prayers, and answered a few stupid questions from the reporters. Without batting a wing they denied any prior relationship or knowledge of their Mr. Colt. Then the media started asking more questions about Steve Colt, whose name had been released by the police. Bridget and Winona stepped up and broke their silence about the accident. Their friends stood in the wings and watched. The press went nuts with questions, cameras flashed, microphones where held out like offerings to the gods. Questions were yelled loudly, people shouted over each other making it hard to hear anything, after a few minutes of controlled chaos the girls ended the conference and headed inside. A line of security guards cordoned off the entrance behind them to keep out the press and crowd of on lookers. The group stepped inside the hospital to a quite calm. Taking separate elevators they made their way to ICU, several baskets of flowers already crowded the nurse's station. Bridget got to the counter first, Steve was resting comfortably but was not yet awake. Inside the waiting room they saw two women, watching the TV which was bolted to a shelf up in one corner of the room. The they were tall at least 5'11, one was noticeably older than the other, who looked to be in her early twenties, they were reasonably well dressed and quite fit looking. The TV was tuned into the news channel, which was just finishing the live broadcast of the press meeting they had just given outside. The reporter was just giving his last comments. The older women turned around to see Jane Fonda standing in the doorway. She instantly recognized the 70's film star, walking over to group and held out her hand, "My name is Nancy Greyson, Aeronautics Editor of Jane's Magazine and Mr. Colt's boss." The younger women came up behind her, "This is Miss Lisa Colt, Steve's sister." Nancy was dressed in a charcoal grey pantsuit with a peach blouse, her brown curly hair was starting to show a tint of silver. Heather guessed she was in her early fifties. She had a Lauren Bachallish look about her. Steve's sister had dark long curly hair, there was a slight resemblance between her and Jennifer. One could almost see an older, taller version of Jennifer Love Hewitt in her, except her breasts were very small, like a swimmer's chest. She wore a simple off white skirt, matching jacket and light blue blouse. Her gold wire glasses made her look like a secretary. The two women were introduced to the rest of the group, and they all sat down to talk. Bridget and Winona filled them in on what had happened last night, both women where astonished at just who Steve had made friends with. End 1/5 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----