Caught
Author: Christine
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for language)
Feedback: The good, the bad, and even the ugly - send it all my way!
Disclaimer: I do not own Eminem/Marshall Mathers. This is a work of fiction.
Notes: This is a FUNfic. I'm a little silly in it, not as technical, and just had some fun, so read with that in mind!
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"Yo, check this shit out," Curtis-or 50 Cent as the fans knew him-said to his boss.
"Yeah?" Marshall-or Eminem to the world-replied, walking over towards the computer screen that Curtis was staring at avidly. "You still on that piece?"
"Shit, look at this!" he pointed at a long list of Eminem fan sites.
"So?"
"Fan fiction?" Curtis said with curiosity. "The hell is that?"
"Like I know. C'mon, we gotta get back to work, stop playin' around."
"Nah, let me find out. It'll just take a sec," Curtis waved Marshall away. "Well, hot shit!"
"What, man?" Marshall cast a quick glance his direction while fiddling around with some of the controls on the studio setup.
"Fan fiction is stories about things that already exist. Like us. Look, there's mad stories about you!"
"About me? What the fuck?"
"They're fake, but your fans write you as a character."
"Get up, let me see this shit."
"No, back to work, right?" Curtis grinned.
"Work can wait! Click on that one!" Marshall instructed as he hovered behind Curtis.
"Eva? Hmm.."
"Crazyevil WHO?"
"Dru, calm yourself, man," Curtis warned. "Shit!" he whooped as he started reading the first racy scene. "This is like porn!"
"Shut up, lemme read," Marshall shushed him as he continued to read the first chapter. "Well, where am I?" he asked.
"Let's skip ahead," Curtis suggested and clicked on another part.
"I'm getting it on with Eva?"
"Apparently! Damn, go Marshall, go!"
He blushed. "I didn't know this shit existed. These people have too much time on their hands."
"Nah, man, maybe they just wanna fuck ya."
"Yeah, that, too."
Curtis exited Dru's story and went back to the main page. "Oh, look at this - another site all about stories about you. Shady Fiction," Curtis read aloud.
"Write the address down, will ya? We really gotta finish this new track tonight."
"Aiight," he nodded, jotted down both addresses on a scrap piece of paper, and handed it to Marshall.
Curtis laughed loudly as he closed the opened windows.
"What?" Marshall asked, slightly annoyed.
"I just read the description of one about you and Christina Aguilera."
"Serious? Crazy."
Marshall sat at his computer in the privacy of his own home and brought out the piece of paper from earlier. He opted to visit Shady Fiction first, and quickly found himself immersed in these strange tales about him.
Julie's Story was pretty good. And this Dru chick sure likes to write those sex scenes! Shit, Kim never behaved like that!, he thought. He laughed at the things that Kim really did or the lack thereof.
"Me and Gina? Hell nah!" he rolled his eyes and moved to another author. "They got me paired with Jessica Simpson? Is that that pop princess?" he said to himself. "And Christina, too? Jesus!"
He briefly went over a few more stories, finishing with one of Vibe's stories.
"Wow," he whispered. "All these girls write me pretty accurately for not even knowin' me, damn. Except those sex scenes, man, I am never that slick. Shit, I wish I really was how they write me!"
The following morning, Marshall went straight to Dre's office.
"Dre?"
"Yeah, Mar?" he asked, not bothering to look up from his desk.
"I need you to find some people for me."
"What do you mean by 'find'?" Dre quirked an eyebrow, unsure as to whether or not he liked the tone of Marshall's voice.
"Locate and then get them to come here. I have their e-mail addresses."
"Just e-mails?"
"Yeah."
"I'll see what I can do," Dre nodded as Marshall slipped the piece of paper with the addresses into his hand.
"So, you find 'em?" Marshall asked a few days later.
"I didn't find them. Shit, I'm not going to look for them. I e-mailed them, and then I asked them to meet us in Los Angeles next week. I told them that we would cover airfare and all."
"You think they'll come?"
"I don't know, Marshall. This is pretty fuckin' random."
"I know, but.."
"Who are these people?"
"They're writers."
"What you needin' writers for?"
"Not to write anything for me..."
"What do they write?" Dre asked impatiently.
"Fan fiction."
"Ah, so you've discovered that fan outlet, eh?"
"You know about it?"
"Yeah, some strange shit. So, you read some about yourself, and now you want to meet the girls who did it?"
"Pretty much."
"If they love you enough to write about you, they'll probably come."
Marshall paced as he eagerly awaited the writers, desperately hoping they'd show up, despite how little they knew about why they were there. At least, he reasoned, that the record label e-mailed them officially and in the same manner, so they would know things were legit.
The intercom buzzed as his secretary announced that there were several women heading his way.
Nervously, he smoothed his hair over, licked his lips, and sat down.
"Eminem?" they exclaimed as they were led into the large executive office. "Oh my god!"
"Hey," he replied casually. "Please, have a seat."
They quickly seated themselves, their own excitement coursing through their systems.
"I had Dre invite you here because I wanted to personally say how wonderful it was reading all of your stories. All that fan fiction, I think."
Each woman looked at the other with a questioning glance, and then back at Marshall who was looking like the cat that ate the canary.
"Wait a second!" Dru said. "You read our stories about YOU?!"
"I didn't until just recently, but now I am eagerly awaiting the next installments of Eva!"
She blushed and then cast looks at the others. "Who's who here?"
Everyone introduced themselves, and soon, everyone was laughing and getting acquainted as e-mails and screen names became faces and friends.
"See, girls, I always knew fan fiction was going to lead us somewhere!" one of the writers teased.
The end!
Author's Note: The idea that Marshall could be reading one of our stories was just pestering me since the early afternoon (thinking about fan fiction while in Calculus is NOT recommended, btw!). It's cheesy, so don't take anything to heart. Marshall "looked" at all of our stories, so nobody feel left out!!
Let me know what you thought :)
--Christine
Author: zines@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.