In Pieces

today-only-happens-once:

Title: In Pieces

Word Count: 3698

Summary: Thomas may not have the whole picture, but he has enough
of it. for @justisaisfine’s Sanders Bro AU. Familial LAMP/CALM, plus “guess I’m
an uncle now” Thomas.

Warnings: parental abuse, food mention, yelling, cursing, physical
abuse depicted through acting, sort of crying, I have no idea how real movie
sets/filming work so it’s probably not accurate woops

Author’s note: I love Isa’s Sanders Bro AU an abnormal amount,
probably. So of course I had to write a fic for it because I have no chill. Credit for the AU and the entire basis for the fic (from this post) is all
to them. Please, please check out the
AU on their blog because it is amazing. This fic certainly pales in comparison,
but I hope it’s not too terrible. Heh. I’m not sure how I feel about it, but
here it is regardless! Huge thanks to Isa for also answering my anon asks for
clarification about a few things. Hope some of this isn’t too far off course. Edited by yours truly, so all mistakes are
mine.

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“And cut!”

Roman grins brightly at Thomas—who
has him shoved up against a brick wall with a prop knife to his throat—and the
tension from the dramatic scene they’d just finished is suddenly cut (no pun
intended) with one look. Thomas laughs and rolls his eyes, letting Roman shrug
out of his grip.

“Good take, guys. Take a break,”
the director calls out as she flips through notes.

Thomas hands the prop knife to one
of the stage hands and thanks him with a sincere smile before following Roman
to the snack table behind the assortment of cameras. The teen picks up a turkey
club sandwich from the pile and shoves it unceremoniously into his mouth.
Thomas picks up an apple. He doesn’t blame the kid, really; they’d been filming
and rehearsing since six this morning without much time for a lunch break.

The constant movement on set is
oddly comforting to Thomas. Stage hands hustle to get props and actors, the
director is watching footage of the scene he had just filmed with Roman and
talks about it in hushed voices with her producers. She casts a glance at
Roman, and Thomas smiles. He knows that look. She’s impressed, and to be
honest, Thomas is too. Roman is young—still a kid, really—but he’s got serious
acting chops. It’s a wonder he didn’t break into the business sooner.

Thomas glances at the teen beside
him and smiles faintly at the awed look in his eyes as he watches the action
around him. They’re a few weeks into production on this movie, but Roman still
looks like he can’t believe he’s actually here.

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