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Fic
The Day I Posessed PJ
Author: Snarry![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snarry_fan
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: V/O
Disclaimer: Nope, never happened. Only fiction.
Summary:Have you ever woken up in a different body? I have. One day I find myself in PJ’s body. Watch as I flirt with Orlando, piss off Viggo, and torture Elijah. This will end up as a V/O. Very gross. No HET... remember, I’m PJ. No PJ slash though.
The Day I Posessed PJ
Ring. Ring.
I shut my eyes tightly as daylight poured on my face.
“I’ll get it--ah!” I gasp. What happened to my voice? It sounds... different. It was more husky-ish... more of a man’s with an accent! I’ve always wanted an accent. Ha! Now I won’t talk like a New Yorker anymore!
Riiiiiiiiiinnng.
I shrug. I guess I will have to see about this later. Anne could be on the phone.
“Hello?” I ask, still trying to get used to this new voice.
“PJ! You slept in! Viggo and Orli are coming up to wake you!” said a squeaky voice on the other line.
“Who the hell is PJ?” I ask sharply.
Nervous giggling. “You are Peter Jackson! The director of The Lord of the Rings and I’m Elijah Wood, the actor who plays... FRODO!”
“Whatever. Have a break or whatever you do...go shag.”
More nervous giggles. “What do you mean?”
Words flow out of my mouth before I know it. “Oh I think you are secretly gay so you can—”
Click
“Jerk.”
That was weird. If I am PJ, then I must be rich! And now I can torture Elijah Wood!
I take a look around and see a very dirty trailer.
I go in the nearest room and thankfully it is a bathroom.
I gasp in horror. I want my body back! Tears fall as I try to tame PJ’s hair.
“Why me?”
A soft cough interrupts my tearing of the hair.
“What?” I snap. I turn to see Legolas and Aragorn... oh I mean, Viggo and Orlando in costume!
“We came to see how you were... What are you doing?” gasped a shocked Orlando.
I look at my hands. Crap, I was really ripping out my hair.
“Nothing, so... are you together?” I ask grinning, hoping my favourite RPS pair was together.
Viggo looks very smug and Orlando, outraged.
“Never! Peter, are you feeling fine?” Orlando asks.
“Eh, never mind the fat dude,” I say, not used to being so... fat. No offence to PJ, but I was a nice looking lady, thank you very much.
Orlando comes over to me and gives me a very big hug. Boy, if I were in my old body, things would be very different.
“Don’t say that,” he says into my hair.
I take a look at Viggo and notice he’s giving death glares. I had to rub it in.
I patted Orlando on the back and whispered in his ear, “I feel very much better, Orli. Thank you very much.”
When he pulls apart, Viggo immediately comes to him, and puts an innocent arm around his shoulder.
“C’mon, PJ, we should be going now.”
I look down and see Peter in pj’s. Eh, he can stay in them for awhile. I was afraid of getting undressed.
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“So what part of the movies are we filming?” I ask.
Orlando gives me a surprised look from the driver’s seat. Viggo made him drive. I guess he didn’t want him by me, eh?
Viggo answers, “We are filming the beginning of The Two Towers, PJ. Did you loose your memory or something?” Viggo sneers.
“Stop that Vig! Leave the poor man alone. PJ, don’t mind Viggo.”
I grin at him. “Oh, I don’t care, Orli. If he wants to be pissy, he can get fired.”
Well, after my threat, Viggo was silent.
“We’re filming the part where Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn are by the burning Uruk-hai and Aragorn—”
“Hahahahahaha!” I cackle. “My favourite part!” Well, it is my favourite part now because Viggo breaks his toes.
After an odd stare from Orlando, the rest of the car ride was silent.
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“Ok, can you kick it one more time, Viggo?” I ask him, trying not to snigger.
He kicks the helmet and—“Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh!”
“Cut!” I scream, laughing as Viggo limps to the medical team.
“Pete, what’s funny? Vig just broke two toes!” Orlando in costume tells me before hurrying to help his friend.
I used to feel sorry for Viggo when I heard he busted his toes, but he’s a jealous jerk. You’d think he’s a great guy and all, but sometimes, he needs to get out.
“Okay, that’s a wrap. Everyone gets the day off!”
Orlando looks glum and Viggo glares again as he (with Orlando’s help) hobbles to me.
“How are you feeling, Viggo?”
“Fine... I just...want Orlando to spend the day with me in my trailer.” He says, trying to sound innocent.
“Whatever. Orlando!” I call to the attractive Brit who was chatting with Bret (John’s size double).
“Yes?”
“Orlando, I want you to spend the day with Viggo.”
Orlando smiles and it makes me want my body back.... again.
“Sure!”
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My heart skips a beat as I dial my best friend’s phone number.
Ring.
She always picks the phone after one ring.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Anne! It’s me, Lily!” I cry in the phone, forgetting that my voice it different.
“Very funny. Lils took a plane to Wellington this morning. Who is it?” she asks.
“It’s Peter Jackson!”
Silence.
“Sure... And I’m Paul McCartney!”
“Anne! It’s me, Lils! I’m trapped in PJ’s body!”
She snorts. “If you are Lily, then what is your deepest secret?”
{Shh, don’t tell!}
“I’m obsessed with Hugo Weaving’s eyebrows and slash.”
“How the hell are you in Peter Jackson’s body?!?” Anne shrieked.
I twist the phone cord and begin to tell her the story.
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After I got Anne plane tickets to NZ (Peter had his credit card lying about...), I had to worry about PJ in my body. He was coming to change bodies. And tell my secrets!
Anne was going to be here in about a day or so and I had to get her at the set!
I had all day tomorrow to worry because
Sunday the cast’s only day off.
-----
TBC
Author: Snarry
snarry_fan Rating: PG-13
Pairing: V/O
Disclaimer: Nope, never happened. Only fiction.
Summary:Have you ever woken up in a different body? I have. One day I find myself in PJ’s body. Watch as I flirt with Orlando, piss off Viggo, and torture Elijah. This will end up as a V/O. Very gross. No HET... remember, I’m PJ. No PJ slash though.
The Day I Posessed PJ
Ring. Ring.
I shut my eyes tightly as daylight poured on my face.
“I’ll get it--ah!” I gasp. What happened to my voice? It sounds... different. It was more husky-ish... more of a man’s with an accent! I’ve always wanted an accent. Ha! Now I won’t talk like a New Yorker anymore!
Riiiiiiiiiinnng.
I shrug. I guess I will have to see about this later. Anne could be on the phone.
“Hello?” I ask, still trying to get used to this new voice.
“PJ! You slept in! Viggo and Orli are coming up to wake you!” said a squeaky voice on the other line.
“Who the hell is PJ?” I ask sharply.
Nervous giggling. “You are Peter Jackson! The director of The Lord of the Rings and I’m Elijah Wood, the actor who plays... FRODO!”
“Whatever. Have a break or whatever you do...go shag.”
More nervous giggles. “What do you mean?”
Words flow out of my mouth before I know it. “Oh I think you are secretly gay so you can—”
Click
“Jerk.”
That was weird. If I am PJ, then I must be rich! And now I can torture Elijah Wood!
I take a look around and see a very dirty trailer.
I go in the nearest room and thankfully it is a bathroom.
I gasp in horror. I want my body back! Tears fall as I try to tame PJ’s hair.
“Why me?”
A soft cough interrupts my tearing of the hair.
“What?” I snap. I turn to see Legolas and Aragorn... oh I mean, Viggo and Orlando in costume!
“We came to see how you were... What are you doing?” gasped a shocked Orlando.
I look at my hands. Crap, I was really ripping out my hair.
“Nothing, so... are you together?” I ask grinning, hoping my favourite RPS pair was together.
Viggo looks very smug and Orlando, outraged.
“Never! Peter, are you feeling fine?” Orlando asks.
“Eh, never mind the fat dude,” I say, not used to being so... fat. No offence to PJ, but I was a nice looking lady, thank you very much.
Orlando comes over to me and gives me a very big hug. Boy, if I were in my old body, things would be very different.
“Don’t say that,” he says into my hair.
I take a look at Viggo and notice he’s giving death glares. I had to rub it in.
I patted Orlando on the back and whispered in his ear, “I feel very much better, Orli. Thank you very much.”
When he pulls apart, Viggo immediately comes to him, and puts an innocent arm around his shoulder.
“C’mon, PJ, we should be going now.”
I look down and see Peter in pj’s. Eh, he can stay in them for awhile. I was afraid of getting undressed.
````````````````````````````````
“So what part of the movies are we filming?” I ask.
Orlando gives me a surprised look from the driver’s seat. Viggo made him drive. I guess he didn’t want him by me, eh?
Viggo answers, “We are filming the beginning of The Two Towers, PJ. Did you loose your memory or something?” Viggo sneers.
“Stop that Vig! Leave the poor man alone. PJ, don’t mind Viggo.”
I grin at him. “Oh, I don’t care, Orli. If he wants to be pissy, he can get fired.”
Well, after my threat, Viggo was silent.
“We’re filming the part where Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn are by the burning Uruk-hai and Aragorn—”
“Hahahahahaha!” I cackle. “My favourite part!” Well, it is my favourite part now because Viggo breaks his toes.
After an odd stare from Orlando, the rest of the car ride was silent.
-----------
“Ok, can you kick it one more time, Viggo?” I ask him, trying not to snigger.
He kicks the helmet and—“Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh!”
“Cut!” I scream, laughing as Viggo limps to the medical team.
“Pete, what’s funny? Vig just broke two toes!” Orlando in costume tells me before hurrying to help his friend.
I used to feel sorry for Viggo when I heard he busted his toes, but he’s a jealous jerk. You’d think he’s a great guy and all, but sometimes, he needs to get out.
“Okay, that’s a wrap. Everyone gets the day off!”
Orlando looks glum and Viggo glares again as he (with Orlando’s help) hobbles to me.
“How are you feeling, Viggo?”
“Fine... I just...want Orlando to spend the day with me in my trailer.” He says, trying to sound innocent.
“Whatever. Orlando!” I call to the attractive Brit who was chatting with Bret (John’s size double).
“Yes?”
“Orlando, I want you to spend the day with Viggo.”
Orlando smiles and it makes me want my body back.... again.
“Sure!”
--------------
My heart skips a beat as I dial my best friend’s phone number.
Ring.
She always picks the phone after one ring.
“Hello, who is this?”
“Anne! It’s me, Lily!” I cry in the phone, forgetting that my voice it different.
“Very funny. Lils took a plane to Wellington this morning. Who is it?” she asks.
“It’s Peter Jackson!”
Silence.
“Sure... And I’m Paul McCartney!”
“Anne! It’s me, Lils! I’m trapped in PJ’s body!”
She snorts. “If you are Lily, then what is your deepest secret?”
{Shh, don’t tell!}
“I’m obsessed with Hugo Weaving’s eyebrows and slash.”
“How the hell are you in Peter Jackson’s body?!?” Anne shrieked.
I twist the phone cord and begin to tell her the story.
-------------
After I got Anne plane tickets to NZ (Peter had his credit card lying about...), I had to worry about PJ in my body. He was coming to change bodies. And tell my secrets!
Anne was going to be here in about a day or so and I had to get her at the set!
I had all day tomorrow to worry because
Sunday the cast’s only day off.
-----
TBC
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