ICHM 4

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Title: I Couldn’t Help Myself, Chapter Four: Kidnapping You
Characters: OFC’s, OMC’s; John Terry, Frank Lampard
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1140
A/N: Banner made by me, ain’t it purty? I love it. =-) Comments make me insatiably happy =-D Oh, I’ve never been to Madam Tussauds’ so I don’t know the layout =-\ I apologize in advance for that. And also, I have NO idea if John Terry has a dog or not and I’m almost certain he would never name his dog this…but…I let him so. *shrugs*



Chapter One: London Calling | Chapter Two: That Night | Chapter Three: Wembley



While staring at a wax figure of Princess Diana, Jessica fingered the ‘send’ key on her mobile phone that was hidden in her pocket. She didn’t know why it was so hard to press the button. Most people wouldn’t hesitate for an opportunity like this but yet she was. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been nice, quite the contrary. She hadn’t expected such gentlemanlike behavior from him. Even Lampard had been charming as well in the two minutes she’d met him.

So why couldn’t she just call him?

“It’s not that interesting you know.” Tyler said and made her jump.

“What?”

“You have your concentrated look on. Bitten lip and everything.” Tyler laughed and Jessica smacked him lightly on the arm. Emily was staring at Prince William along with around twenty other women so Tyler and Jessica continued talking while waiting on her at the beginning of the sports section. “What’s up Jessie?”

“What do you mean ‘what’s up’? Madam Tussauds’ is up.” Jessica shrugged.

“I meant why have you got the look Jess.” Tyler didn’t take the bait of ignoring the subject.

“No reason.”

“Does it have anything to do with that soccer dude guy you met yesterday?” Tyler asked not taking the hint of her tone.

“No, why would it?” Jessica replied, annoyed.

“No reason, other than the fact he’s standing right behind you.”

“What?!” Jessica whirled and saw that, indeed, John Terry was standing right behind her. A wax John Terry. “That was not funny.”

Tyler laughed, unfazed. “You’re right, that was hysterical. Not thinking about him huh? Yeah right.”

Jessica eyed up the wax duplicate of Chelsea’s captain. It was almost exactly like him except for the fact that his eyes were different. There was no life in there, no spark. It was a creepy good figure though.

Tyler nudged her arm. “You should have gotten his number or something. You two could have hooked up.”

“I did.” Jessica muttered and then blushed when she caught herself. Tyler was gaping at her. “What? He gave it to me!”

“Wow. You work fast don’t you? Well…why haven’t you called him?” Tyler asked when he recovered.

“And say what? ‘Oh hey, just was thinking about you. I know we really can’t do anything because I have half a day left, but you know…’ Yeah that’d go over real well Tyler.” Jessica crossed her arms and glared at Tyler.

“Just, you know, talk to him. See what he wants to do or you know…whatever.” Tyler finished lamely.

Jessica saw Emily walking closer and sighed harshly. “I’m not going to call him. So forget it Tyler.”

Tyler shook his head at her but followed Emily and Jessica into the hall of sports.



John closed his eyes while he reclined back onto his sofa. His dog, Chester, eyed Frank from the carpet beside where John was laying. Frank watched him carefully while shaking his head. “Mate, you’re a tosser.”

“Thanks for pointing that out.” John griped at the older man.

“And they call you smart…” Frank shook his head while John gave him the finger. “Oooh very mature.”

“Look, I know I messed up, alright? You don’t have to keep bringing it up to me.” John sighed. Why? Why did he leave it all in her hands? She hated Chelsea.

“Well…” Frank started as he sat in the chair next to the sofa. “The way I see it, you have two options. You can lay ‘round ‘ere, mopin’ about while that charming lady goes about London…” Frank paused to let his words sink in. “Or…you could go find her.”

“But—”

“You know where they were supposed to be, don’t you? There’s no problem then.”

“But—”

“Don’t even start with me John.” Frank crossed his arms and gave him a look.

“But—”

“John! Just go!”

“I can’t!” John shouted when Frank wouldn’t shut it long enough for him to speak.

“Why the bloody hell not?”

“The phone’s ringing you twat!” John was off the couch and heading for the phone while yelling at his best friend.

It was with an exasperated sigh that he picked up his mobile. “Yes, hello?”

“Uh…is this a bad time?”

John bleached and about dropped the phone. “No, now is perfect.”

Frank mouthed ‘who is it’ but John just waved an annoyed hand in his direction. “Are you sure? Because you don’t sound too good…”

“’m fine, just dealing with an annoying brat.” John replied while glaring at his best mate.

“Okay…well, then I’ll just go.” Frank got the ‘oh’ expression and proceeded to make faces.

“No! No, please. What can I do for you?” John asked turning away from Frank who was making kissy faces.

“Well, you said to call, so I did.” He could hear noise in the background; he assumed she was still in the museum.

“Yes you did. I’m very pleased that you did.” He walked over to the window and looked to the street below. He didn’t turn to see what Chester was growling at because he thought that Frank deserved all that he got.

“So…?”

“Want to grab dinner or,” he looked down to check his watch, “lunch?”

“That would be okay. Where do you want me to meet you?”

“Are you still at Tussauds’?”

“Yeah.”

“How about I pick you up there and we can go wherever you like?” John bit his lip, hoping that he wasn’t being too forward.

He could hear her hesitation but finally she answered. “O-okay.”

“Great!” John said a little too enthusiastically. “I’ll pick you up in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you. See you shortly.”

“Yep, bye.”

She said goodbye and he hung up. He spun around with a huge grin on his face to see Frank standing on his couch while Chester continued to growl at him. Chester sat on his haunches and eyed the Chelsea midfielder as if he were a piece of meat.

“Mate, I’m beggin’ you, call off your dog!” Frank asked jumping back as Chester lunged forward.

“Why?” John asked stroking his chin in mock-thought.

“He’s going to eat me!” Frank yelled, jumping again at another lunge.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. You don’t taste good.” John started looking for his shoes. He always lost them about the house.

“I would ask you how you knew that if I wasn’t in this predicament.” Frank yelped and moved from couch to chair as Chester jumped on the sofa.

“Chester!” John whistled and the dog gave one last growl at Frank before trotting over to sit at John’s heels. The retriever’s tongue lolled out of his head as his tail thumped on the floor. John petted him affectionately. “Good boy.”

Frank collapsed into the chair with a heavy sigh. “That dog, is the worst creature on the planet.”

Chester growled and John looked affronted.

“Go get your girl Captain Fantastic.” Frank sighed before John could open his mouth for an argument.

“Girl, yes, okay.” John refocused and gave Chester one last pat before searching for his shoes again.

“By the door, your keys are there next to them.” Frank sighed; he knew some of John’s habits more than he would’ve liked.

“Thanks. Play nicely with Chester.” John called on his way to his front door.

“I will if he does.” Frank said to the closed door. He gulped when Chester trotted back into the living room. “Oh great.”



John pulled up outside of Madam Tussauds and waited anxiously. It only took a few minutes for him to see Jessica standing on the corner, watching for something. He took a moment to take in her appearance, jeans (again) and a different t-shirt. This was a blue polo that fit her well.

She spotted him and waved goodbye to someone. Her mate from yesterday, his brain supplied. She started in his direction and opened the car door. She sat and then his senses were impacted with her scent. He had to collect himself before he could offer a greeting.

“Hello.”

“Hello cowboy.” Jessica laughed and relaxed against the leather interior of his sports car.

“If I’m a cowboy, does that mean I’m kidnapping you?”

“No, that’d be if you were an Indian.”

“Hmm. Well, let me show you my city.” John tried for an American accent that he’d seen in a movie once. Jessica just gave him a long, long look.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“Sorry.” John felt himself flushing.

She smiled and he had to take another moment. “I don’t want to be rude, but…”

“Yes?” He asked pulling away into traffic.

“Food? I’m starving.”

John laughed. “Yes ma’am. I know a great place…”