Non-Disclosure

You're sitting in the plush caravan, it was top money bought this you could tell but Chris's agent always make sure his clients were treated well.

You've been working on the film for six weeks now, wasn't paid well but your job was simple; just be an understudy for Chris. Well to be honest not so much an understudy but to keep him out of trouble in the evenings and help the big lug with his lines, yeah he was a good actor but had the memory of a goldfish!

You'd just got yourself coffee and getting settled in the large couch by the window to go over tomorrows scenes.

You flip through the script reading out some lines aloud;

“The answers you seek shall be yours, once I claim what is mine.”

“This mortal form grows weak. I require sustenance!” You smile to yourself and say the line again before taking a gulp of your coffee.

Flipping through the script a bit more, you read another line “My friends, have you forgotten all that we have done together? Fandral, Hogun, who led you into the glorious of battles?” You make a note in the margin to remind Chris to use the correct inflection.

There's some shouting outside, but you don't take any notice until there is a thumping on there door. Jumping to your feet you run and open the door.

Colin, Chris's agent rushes in closely followed by Chris  helped by two of the production crew.

Colin was already on the phone calling Chris's own doctor, as the crew helped Chris limping to the couch. 

You knew he wasn’t looking forward to doing this scene, he hated working with animals, but it looked like the animals didn't like working with him either.

Colin ushered the crew out telling them to bring the Doc around as soon as they saw him.

“what happened?"

“Stupid ass fell off a horse didn't he! Fuck Chris, there is a lot of money riding on this contract and you go and break your ankle. I think I've convinced Kenneth it's just a sprain but we have to start filming again tomorrow!”

There's a knock at the door, it's the Doc.

“OK, give Chris some air. Let's see what the problem is.”

The Doc examines Chris, “Yup, definitely broken.” He gets his phone out and dials a number. Looking over his glasses he waits to be connected. “Ahhh, Mr. Branagh? Yes, its Dr. Wiseman Chris's personal doctor. Is it broken?“ He looks over at Chris, “No, no its not broken just a simple sprain. He’ll be back good as new tomorrow after some pain killers and sleep.”

Chris looks over to Colin, “So it's over?”

“Yeah shit head it's over!” Colin slams his briefcase onto the table and opens it. Turning to you he says, “Looks like its time for you to shine.”

You look confused as he beckons you over, “You want to be a rich man?”

You nod.

He slaps a huge document on the table, “It's a non-disclosure agreement. You'll need to sign it, you too Chris.”

He points to several places in the document and you sign it, then Colin gets more signatures from Chris in various places. Dr. Wiseman witnesses it.

“Well it was great while it lasted I guess” Groaned Chris, “What three years wasn't it?”

“Three years, six months,” Replied Colin, “one of the longest agreements.”

“I hate working with fucking animals.” Chris moaned, “Doc, give me something for this pain will you?”

The Doc gave him a shot, and Chris responded with a slightly spaced out smile.

“So, we'd better get this swapped out then. Dr. Wiseman, can you assist?”

“Don't see why not, it won't be the first time.”

You look confused as both Colin and the Doc approach Chris. The Doc sticks his fingers in Chris's mouth and yanks it to the right, your eyes widen as it stretches abnormally. “Gaaah.” Chris gargles.

There is some struggling, but your view is obscured by the Doc. With a lot of cussing he steps back, and your mouth drops. There lying on the couch is, well some guy you've never seen before but with Chris's body! Around his neck is Chris's squished up face.

“What the fuck is going on?” You mutter under your breath.

Colin turns to look at you, “Well as you've signed the NDA, I guess I can tell you. Chris here doesn't really exist, he's a character I created six years ago. I have different people with the appropriate skills for the acting role to wear him. That's why he's so popular. Danny here has been Chris for the past three years.”

“And six months.” Pipes Danny.

You look over, and while you've been talking to Colin the Doc has removed the remainder of Chris body from the naked Danny. He holds up the bodysuit, “Ready for a role change? From understudy to mega-star?”

“Oh yeah!” you reply starting to remove your clothes.

It's not long before the Doc has helped you into the suit and you're admiring your new form in the mirror.

“This is fucking awesome!” You yell in Chris's voice.

“But what will happen to Danny?”

“Danny will do fine, I’ll make sure he's looked after and when he’s well again we’ll sign him up with a new contract. We need someone to play Chris Evans in The Avengers in about six months.”

“You mean Chris Evans is... a suit as well?”

“Yup, one of our more popular actors, there must have been at least four people playing him over the past three years.”

You blink, wondering how many other actors are mere suits, maybe you'll find out soon.

Six months later you were working with Danny again…