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Fake marriage. Real feelings. And a network that won’t survive a scandal
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Deborah Vance must fake a marriage to save "Late Night with Deborah Vance". But between flashing cameras, meddling execs, and chaotic moments, pretending turns out to be harder than expected.
AU where Late Night is all well. So are Deborah and Ava. Or are they? -
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“Hey, Deb,” she says, already standing, “we need to-uh…test a segment outside.”
Deborah doesn’t even blink. “Yes. Weather-related. Crucial.”
Winnie frowns. “Weather?”
“Yeah,” Ava says “We’re comparing comedy timing in different humidity levels.”
“And wind resistance. My punchlines hit harder at twelve miles per hour.”・・・・・・・・・・
It started as an excuse to skip a meeting. Then it became a recurring “creative break,” a rooftop conspiracy, and a very questionable bonding exercise.
Ava swears it was “for research,” Deborah swears she’s a terrible influence.
Turns out, showbiz emergencies can also involve the weather and a little bit of heart.
AU where Deborah and Ava coexist during Late Night and make it a little bit more chaotic.
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“Get in the car.”
“I’m not getting in your car.”
“Get in the car, Ava.”
“No.”
“Either get in the car, or I call the cops and tell them my drunk writer’s reenacting Fight Club at the intersection of Sunset and Insanity.”················
It’s past midnight when Deborah leaves the studio to go home after another flawless Late Night taping when she finds Ava, her not so flawless head writer, bleeding in the middle of the street.
What follows is a night of bandages, confessions, and too many things left unsaid.
(Set between Season 4, Episode 4 and Episode 6)
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They say time heals everything. Some ghosts just linger.
OR: What would’ve happened if Deborah chose the Late Night Show instead of Ava in 4x09.
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“You didn’t kill my career. I did that myself. Ethan Sommers didn’t need your little confessional to Lewis. I handed him the bullets.” Her voice burned with anger, but it was aimed squarely inward.
“But it was my finger on the trigger,” Ava said, the words breaking, desperate. A tear slipped down her cheek.
Deborah stepped closer, as if she could hear every self-accusation swirling in Ava’s mind.
“You think I hate you for it. But the truth is, I hate myself more. Because I look at you and I see everything you could be, and I know this—” She gestured vaguely at the yacht, the glittering skyline, her own body in its immaculate suit. “This isn’t it.”
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A rewrite of S4E10 ending. Deborah and Ava actually have the conversation they never had: sharp, messy, and finally honest.