This isn't really an Indiana Jones story, more of a Harrison Ford story, but there's no actors genre so I'm kinda stick. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harrison Ford(though I wish I did), or Steven Spielberg, or any of the other famous people in the story. All the others I do own though.
Summer 1983
She peeked around the corner just as the director yelled,
"Action!". There he was, hanging off a cliff. Harrison Ford. Muscles rippling, face intense. She closed her eyes, but just for an instant, wishing he was right there with her.
She was on an end-of-the-semester field trip of sorts for with one of her college classes-an archeological class-lucky for her, the professor chose India. She didn't know why, but he did. Where she was, was an island south of India called Sri Lanka. That's where 'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom' was being shot.
But she most certainly wasn't there with her college class. No, that trip ended last week. She decided to stay awhile and admire the...scenery.
"Cut!" yelled Steven Spielberg, the director. She put her binoculars up to her eyes and followed Harrison as he walked over to Spielberg. It was just too bad she couldn't hear what they were saying.
Harrison climbed back onto the edge of the cliff, and prepared to re-shoot the scene. When the director yelled action, three the three of them came running out of a hole in the cliff.
One was a short Oriental boy, one was a beautiful blond woman, who wasn't wearing all that much, and the other, of course, was Harrison Ford. His shirt was ripped halfway open and she just had to smile. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Spielberg cut the literally cliff-hanging scene and all the actors and actresses disappeared behind a building, out of her view.
She kept her binoculars trained on the spot where she saw him disappear and waited.
She'd first heard of Harrison Ford when she was 13 years old and saw his first movie, where he had a starring role, 'American Graffiti'. No one really knew who he was, including her, but once she saw that movie, she was hooked. She'd seen every movie of his ever since. When she heard another Indiana Jones movie was being shot in Sri Lanka, she tried to figure out a way to get there. When the professor said they were going to India, she couldn't have been more ready to go.
Now she was frustrated. It had been at least 10 minutes. It never took as long as 10 minutes.
"Where are you?" she whispered to herself.
"Where's who?" said a voice behind her. She knew that voice. She'd watched too many movies not to know that voice.
She turned around, her binoculars falling, but she managed to grab the string as they slid past her waist. It was him. It was definitely him.
She studied his face closely, just as she had the pictures in the magazines many a time. Although he looked even more handsome in person.
His young brown eyes studied her face as she studied his. Even though he was 39, his eyes made him look twenty. His face rugged and chiseled. The scar on his chin made his tan face look even more rugged. And on top of his head, sat his Indiana Jones hat.
Her eyes traveled down to his hands, strong and worn from all the action in his movies, yet soft and gentle enough to hold a little baby.
She was beautiful. Shoulder-length light brown hair, brown eyes, and a tan face. He guessed she worked outside a lot. She looked like she was in her early to mid twenties, and he later found out that she was 24. She was quite fit, but she didn't look like someone who was obsessed with their figure, which she wasn't. He liked that.
She was beautiful. Bottom line. And he was instantly attracted to her. If he believed in love at first sight, that's what he'd say this was. But he didn't, so that didn't matter.
"What's your name beautiful?" he asked, smiling that wonderful smile of his. He sure was a charmer.
"Julia McAlister," she answered, barely able to get the words out.
"Harrison Ford," he said with a smile. Then he stuck out his hand. She slowly reached out and shook it, not believing what was happening to her.
"What brings you out here?" he asked motioning around him.
"College. I'm working on my doctorate in archeology."
"Really? That sounds interesting," he said smiling. It's kind of ironic really, seeing that Indiana Jones is an archeologist. In fact, that's what really got her into archeology. When she watched 'Raiders of the Lost Ark', she thought it would be fun to dig up old bones and artifacts, so she switched her major and she loved it.
"Yeah," she said and smiled too. "'Raiders' is actually what got me into archeology." He instantly fell in love with her smile.
"If you're working on you're college degree, then why are you watching the shoot?"
"The trip was supposed to end last week, but I decided to stay longer to watch the shoot."
"Are you a fan?"
"You could say that."
"Well, we're gonna shoot one more scene in about," he checked his watch, "three more minutes. You could come closer and watch if you want. It's kinda hard to see from way over here." He touched his nose, sort of scratching the side of the bridge with his fingertip. He was nervous. He always did that when he was nervous. She noticed it too.
"Sure," she said shyly. He told her to follow him and walked off towards the set. She followed him, of course, and stood kitty-corner behind the cameraman.
After about 5 takes, Spielberg called it a day. She started to walk off, and Harrison yelled over to her,
"See ya tomorrow?" She nodded her head and walked the good distance to her rental car.
The next day, she went back to the site of the shoot. Harrison was standing where she had met him just a day earlier, smiling. She couldn't help but smile back.
"How are you today, Julia?"
"Good, you?"
"Good, good," he said. He motioned his hand for her to follow him and she did. He walked her around the set, showing her what they were gonna do. She was in heaven. She couldn't believe that she was actually on the set of an Indiana Jones movie with Harrison Ford.
He walked her over to the cliff, where they had shot the scene she was watching the day before.
"There's a net about twenty feet down there, just in case I fall," he said, gesturing down the side of the cliff. She stepped up to look.
"Wow!" she said, "That's a long fall." She leaned over, her weight all on one leg, trying to see the safety net. Then she lost her balance. Harrison instinctively grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She had closed her eyes, not wanting to look as she fell, but when she opened them, she was staring at Harrison's chest. His arms were still on her waist and she could feel his eyes burning on the top of her head.
When he had pulled her to his chest, this light feeling fluttered inside of him. It was a feeling he hadn't felt since...well, never, but he liked it. She felt so small in his large arms, he liked that feeling too. He felt like he could protect her. Then the moment got awkward.
She didn't want to pull away, but she knew she had to, so she did. He probably has a girlfriend anyway, she thought.
As they kept walking around the set, they kept arms length away from each other, both feeling a little awkward. He showed her around the rest of the set, but not with as much enthusiasm, and then had to go shoot a scene.
At the end of the day, which wasn't really the end of the day, Harrison come over to talk to her. They still felt awkward around each other and he kept touching the side of his nose.
"Well, that's it," he said.
"What's it?" she asked.
"We're done shooting. Well, here at least. Now we're off to London."
"I guess that means I'm going back home."
"Yeah. Where's home anyway."
"California," she said. Walking off to her rental car, him walking next to her.
"Well, maybe I'll see you around then."
"Yeah," she said awkwardly, getting into her car, "bye." Then she drove off. Not a good day. Well, it was good, but it wasn't.
It's not that she didn't like him, it's just that he didn't seem to like her, like she thought he would. She sighed. She had just met the man of her dreams, but it turned out he wasn't. She still thought he was good looking-in fact she thought he was more handsome that ever-and a wonderful actor, but there was something missing that she couldn't figure out. She sighed again, the next morning She'd leave for home.
During the shoot in London, he couldn't get her off his mind. When he slept, she was there in his dreams. He didn't mind, but he did want to see her again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harrison Ford(though I wish I did), or Steven Spielberg, or any of the other famous people in the story. All the others I do own though.
Summer 1983
She peeked around the corner just as the director yelled,
"Action!". There he was, hanging off a cliff. Harrison Ford. Muscles rippling, face intense. She closed her eyes, but just for an instant, wishing he was right there with her.
She was on an end-of-the-semester field trip of sorts for with one of her college classes-an archeological class-lucky for her, the professor chose India. She didn't know why, but he did. Where she was, was an island south of India called Sri Lanka. That's where 'Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom' was being shot.
But she most certainly wasn't there with her college class. No, that trip ended last week. She decided to stay awhile and admire the...scenery.
"Cut!" yelled Steven Spielberg, the director. She put her binoculars up to her eyes and followed Harrison as he walked over to Spielberg. It was just too bad she couldn't hear what they were saying.
Harrison climbed back onto the edge of the cliff, and prepared to re-shoot the scene. When the director yelled action, three the three of them came running out of a hole in the cliff.
One was a short Oriental boy, one was a beautiful blond woman, who wasn't wearing all that much, and the other, of course, was Harrison Ford. His shirt was ripped halfway open and she just had to smile. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Spielberg cut the literally cliff-hanging scene and all the actors and actresses disappeared behind a building, out of her view.
She kept her binoculars trained on the spot where she saw him disappear and waited.
She'd first heard of Harrison Ford when she was 13 years old and saw his first movie, where he had a starring role, 'American Graffiti'. No one really knew who he was, including her, but once she saw that movie, she was hooked. She'd seen every movie of his ever since. When she heard another Indiana Jones movie was being shot in Sri Lanka, she tried to figure out a way to get there. When the professor said they were going to India, she couldn't have been more ready to go.
Now she was frustrated. It had been at least 10 minutes. It never took as long as 10 minutes.
"Where are you?" she whispered to herself.
"Where's who?" said a voice behind her. She knew that voice. She'd watched too many movies not to know that voice.
She turned around, her binoculars falling, but she managed to grab the string as they slid past her waist. It was him. It was definitely him.
She studied his face closely, just as she had the pictures in the magazines many a time. Although he looked even more handsome in person.
His young brown eyes studied her face as she studied his. Even though he was 39, his eyes made him look twenty. His face rugged and chiseled. The scar on his chin made his tan face look even more rugged. And on top of his head, sat his Indiana Jones hat.
Her eyes traveled down to his hands, strong and worn from all the action in his movies, yet soft and gentle enough to hold a little baby.
She was beautiful. Shoulder-length light brown hair, brown eyes, and a tan face. He guessed she worked outside a lot. She looked like she was in her early to mid twenties, and he later found out that she was 24. She was quite fit, but she didn't look like someone who was obsessed with their figure, which she wasn't. He liked that.
She was beautiful. Bottom line. And he was instantly attracted to her. If he believed in love at first sight, that's what he'd say this was. But he didn't, so that didn't matter.
"What's your name beautiful?" he asked, smiling that wonderful smile of his. He sure was a charmer.
"Julia McAlister," she answered, barely able to get the words out.
"Harrison Ford," he said with a smile. Then he stuck out his hand. She slowly reached out and shook it, not believing what was happening to her.
"What brings you out here?" he asked motioning around him.
"College. I'm working on my doctorate in archeology."
"Really? That sounds interesting," he said smiling. It's kind of ironic really, seeing that Indiana Jones is an archeologist. In fact, that's what really got her into archeology. When she watched 'Raiders of the Lost Ark', she thought it would be fun to dig up old bones and artifacts, so she switched her major and she loved it.
"Yeah," she said and smiled too. "'Raiders' is actually what got me into archeology." He instantly fell in love with her smile.
"If you're working on you're college degree, then why are you watching the shoot?"
"The trip was supposed to end last week, but I decided to stay longer to watch the shoot."
"Are you a fan?"
"You could say that."
"Well, we're gonna shoot one more scene in about," he checked his watch, "three more minutes. You could come closer and watch if you want. It's kinda hard to see from way over here." He touched his nose, sort of scratching the side of the bridge with his fingertip. He was nervous. He always did that when he was nervous. She noticed it too.
"Sure," she said shyly. He told her to follow him and walked off towards the set. She followed him, of course, and stood kitty-corner behind the cameraman.
After about 5 takes, Spielberg called it a day. She started to walk off, and Harrison yelled over to her,
"See ya tomorrow?" She nodded her head and walked the good distance to her rental car.
The next day, she went back to the site of the shoot. Harrison was standing where she had met him just a day earlier, smiling. She couldn't help but smile back.
"How are you today, Julia?"
"Good, you?"
"Good, good," he said. He motioned his hand for her to follow him and she did. He walked her around the set, showing her what they were gonna do. She was in heaven. She couldn't believe that she was actually on the set of an Indiana Jones movie with Harrison Ford.
He walked her over to the cliff, where they had shot the scene she was watching the day before.
"There's a net about twenty feet down there, just in case I fall," he said, gesturing down the side of the cliff. She stepped up to look.
"Wow!" she said, "That's a long fall." She leaned over, her weight all on one leg, trying to see the safety net. Then she lost her balance. Harrison instinctively grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. She had closed her eyes, not wanting to look as she fell, but when she opened them, she was staring at Harrison's chest. His arms were still on her waist and she could feel his eyes burning on the top of her head.
When he had pulled her to his chest, this light feeling fluttered inside of him. It was a feeling he hadn't felt since...well, never, but he liked it. She felt so small in his large arms, he liked that feeling too. He felt like he could protect her. Then the moment got awkward.
She didn't want to pull away, but she knew she had to, so she did. He probably has a girlfriend anyway, she thought.
As they kept walking around the set, they kept arms length away from each other, both feeling a little awkward. He showed her around the rest of the set, but not with as much enthusiasm, and then had to go shoot a scene.
At the end of the day, which wasn't really the end of the day, Harrison come over to talk to her. They still felt awkward around each other and he kept touching the side of his nose.
"Well, that's it," he said.
"What's it?" she asked.
"We're done shooting. Well, here at least. Now we're off to London."
"I guess that means I'm going back home."
"Yeah. Where's home anyway."
"California," she said. Walking off to her rental car, him walking next to her.
"Well, maybe I'll see you around then."
"Yeah," she said awkwardly, getting into her car, "bye." Then she drove off. Not a good day. Well, it was good, but it wasn't.
It's not that she didn't like him, it's just that he didn't seem to like her, like she thought he would. She sighed. She had just met the man of her dreams, but it turned out he wasn't. She still thought he was good looking-in fact she thought he was more handsome that ever-and a wonderful actor, but there was something missing that she couldn't figure out. She sighed again, the next morning She'd leave for home.
During the shoot in London, he couldn't get her off his mind. When he slept, she was there in his dreams. He didn't mind, but he did want to see her again.