𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓

Parings: Walker x Leah, Walker x Leah x Aryan

W/c: 3,174

Summary: Walker remembers a time when he fell really ill while filming, and Leah isn't too pleased with that memory.

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THE INTERVIEWER'S FACE WAS FILLED WITH CURIOSITY AS HE POSED THE QUSTION, "Tell me, has there ever been a moment of sheer chilling on set? Something completely unexpected, maybe?"

Leah's gaze aimlessly roamed as Walker tilted his head ever so slightly, mirroring Aryan's gesture, and a whirlwind of memories engulfed their minds. The day had been filled with countless interviews, but now they found themselves on the brink of their final one in Toronto, Canada. Fortunately, this last interview proved to be a breeze, with its focus on lighter subjects that required little mental exertion.

"There was so much crazy stuff that went down on set," Aryan reminisced.

"Yeah..." Walker, initially agreeing with a nod, suddenly had a revelation. His eyes widened as he pointed towards Aryan, sharing a traumatic incident that occurred. "Hold on, there was actually something really intense that happened. I remember getting really sick one day."

"Oh yeaahhhh," Aryan chimed in, nodding in agreement. Leah, observing the conversation, felt a sense of unease as the topic took a dark turn. She wasn't fond of the direction it was heading.

"So, did you catch a cold or something?" The interviewer asked curiously.

"It wasn't just a cold, it was something much more severe," Aryan explained.

"Yeah, my memory is a bit hazy, but I do remember certain things..." Walker trailed off, lost in thought.

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"Please wait for a moment, both of you." From afar, a commanding voice echoed through the air, halting Leah and Walker in their tracks. It was the unmistakable voice of James Bobin, the visionary director spearheading the highly anticipated 'Percy Jackson and the Olympian's Series', slated to grace the screens in the twilight of 2023. Amidst the bustling chaos of the underground museum set, James darted around, meticulously fine-tuning every detail and passionately imparting his creative vision to the dedicated crew. Meanwhile, Leah and Walker, the focal points of this cinematic masterpiece, stood resolute at the heart of it all, patiently awaiting their moment. In this pivotal scene, it was just the two of them, poised to captivate the world.

Leah couldn't help but observe Walker's demeanor amidst the tumultuous surroundings. His unease was evident as he continuously adjusted his posture, and she couldn't help but notice the faint grunts that seemed to escape his lips. Furthermore, his usual lighthearted demeanor was noticeably absent.

Leah's silence threatened to burst forth as she inquired, "Walk? Are you okay?"

Walker struggled to compose himself as he responded, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" The girl questioned, her voice brimming with genuine concern.

"Leah, I swear, I'm okay," Walker replied, attempting to project an air of composure. Leah nodded, her thoughts still consumed by a relentless stream of worry.

With an apologetic tone, James retreated to his director chair, sinking into it with a heavy sigh. "Sorry, guys," he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. "Lock it up" he declared, his words resonating through the room, causing a hush to fall upon the bustling sounds of equipment being rearranged.