pt 2.
"Are you alright, Lynn?"
Sam had heard the older woman walking as gracefully as she could over to him, despite the ice and her lack of ice-walking shoes. He blinked, and looked up to see a rather severe looking lady who looked very familiar to his swiss-cheesed memory. Her hair was grayish, and pulled back over her ears, making her cheekbones that much more pronounced. Most of her head was hidden under a strong furred cap that looked Russian in style. She was smiling, and Sam thought she looked like a wonderful mother-like figure. And he couldn't get the fact that she looked so familiar out of his head.
He was lying fairly still on the ice, feeling its numbing cold penetrating what he now knew was his dress. He didn't have to look at it to really know how much it hiked up... he wondered how any female could ever be that comfortable wearing anything so formfitting and revealing. Now, the sounds of several approaching people could be heard, as were the alarms in their voices. It was impossible to follow all the individual questions, so he feigned being knocked out of breath as he tried to sort things out.
"Holly?" one man said, in a strong English accent. "I think she's fine, Jill."
Sam looked up, and blanched, fully recognizing the gentleman.
He was wearing earmuffs, but the rest of his face and head were visible. His face was kind, and starting to show the varying degrees of age as he was entering into his late forties or fifties. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore deep into Sam's soul, and he wondered how much of the Leapee he was feeling at that particular moment. "You keep sitting on that ice, you'll frost bite your bum!" the man joked, as he reached down to help Sam up.
"Wait a minute, Roger," another man said as he came into view. "Lynn could have hurt something..."
"Oh, pish poish, Johnny," Roger said, as he extended his other hand to Sam, grasping Dr. Beckett's fingers. In a surprisingly firm grip, the older man grunted and helped Sam to his skated feet. "Ms. Johnson just had the wind knocked out of her... she'll be fine," Roger continued. "After all, she's making movies now... she'll have to learn to roll with the bumps!"
"Movies?" Sam said, as he looked around the ice-rink, only to focus on about fifty people on the other side of the area, all engaged in their various jobs, most not even paying attention to the scene before them. From their attitudes and attentiveness, Sam guessed the movie equipment wasn't on. He glanced back to see the far older man named 'Johnny' glancing at Sam in alarm. Sam smiled it away, and began to hyperventilate a bit. "Just got the breath knocked out of me," he said lightly, and giggled a bit, trying to keep the image of a young woman up.
"Hmmmmmmmm," muttered 'Johnny', who turned to a woman who was his assistant. "Get Ms. Johnson a cup of coffee, decaf, please." He looked over at Sam. "Sugar? Cream?"
Sam smiled and nodded, uncertain, but going with the flow at this point. The assistant nodded, knowing before "Holly" had even replied, and had started on her way. "Certainly, Mr. Glen," she said lightly, smiled at Dr. Beckett, batted an eye and turned on a dime and started to move, but stopped and turned back. "Ms. Johnson, your agent called, and needs to speak with you." Not expecting an answer, she sped away.
"You alright to continue, or do you want to check out the dailies from yesterday, Lynn?" the older man asked.
Sam was grateful for the distraction, and said "You bet!" before he even thought twice about what he had committed himself to doing. As Dr. Beckett was being led back towards the camera crews, he fielded many questions if he was okay or not, assuring everyone that he was indeed, just fine. The older woman he thought he recognized disappeared in the frenzy, forgotten in the rush of activity. Sam momentarily scanned around for her. "Where did Jill go?" he asked in general, knowing someone would speak up.
"Oh, Ms. Bennett went to the trailer to warm up. Not to worry, Ms. Johnson."
Dr. Beckett nodded, and was led to a classic "director's chair", a felt chair framed by wooden supports, that was famous for folding up and easy portability. Sam looked on the back and read "John Glen, Director", and smiled. He noticed one of the crew members had a black office folder that had "James Bond" embossed in gold upon the front of it.
His smile disappeared with a shudder as the small television showed the hazy scene of a young athlete turned actress skating around the rink, having dialogue with the actors named Roger and Jill...
Therefore it came as no surprise to hear the Imaging Door open up, and to hear Al breathlessly utter, "My God, Sam! You wouldn't believe where you are! You're on the James Bond movie set of "For Your Eyes Only"!!
Sam sighed.
"You know, this is the one with Roger Moore!!"
Sam sighed again. The director looked over and Dr. Beckett gave up his best fake smile, and he looked away.
"John Glen directed this one and so many others!!"
Sam groaned softly.
"And OhMyGod!! There's Jill Bennett!!!"
Sam looked over and saw the older woman approaching, who returned Sam's glance with a soft smile.
"And now you've Leaped into Lynn-Holly Johnson, the Ice Skate Gold Medalist!"
Sam sighed. This was going to be another one of those Leaps!
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