July 27th, 1980
"Hello, Sigourney," James said as he opened the door.
"Hi, James," Sigourney said, walking in the door as James signaled to her.
James showed her to his living room where he had two scripts prepared as well as a couple of storyboards he drew. James wanted to show Sigourney exactly how some of these scenes would look, so she could better immerse herself.
Sigourney was dressed in a grey sweater and jeans.
James had on khaki pants, a grey t-shirt, and a black jacket.
"Did you make this yourself?" Sigourney asked, sipping her coffee.
They were both currently sitting on James' couch, with the scripts laying on the coffee table in front of them. James had purchased a "small" house, relative to the neighborhood he was in.
In James' neighborhood, there were many celebrities as well as other well-off men and women.
"Yes, haha, do you see any assistant around?"
"No. You don't have one?" Sigourney asked, incredulously.
"No, I haven't really needed one, but that's probably a good idea."
"I could be your assistant, you know?"
"Haha, I'm sure you're very busy, Sigourney. You don't need to do that."
"What if I want to? Acting can be very boring."
"Really? This business seems like the least boring job in the world. I'm damn near stressed every day."
"Well, that's why you need me. I could handle your stress for the day..."
James was starting to get worried. He knew this was a possibility, but committing to it seemed to be crossing a boundary. It could also have an effect on his movie.
"I don't mind," Sigourney said, interrupting James' worry.
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At that moment, they let go. Sigourney grabbed James' face and began to kiss him. James placed his hands on the belt of her jeans, then made his way underneath her breasts. James would then go back and forth between these two places.
This crumpled her sweater before she reached underneath and pulled it off.
Her bra and fair skin revealed themselves to James as he began to kiss her neck.
"Ah."
James would remove her bra and pin her against the couch.
He moved his lips across her body, kissing her, finally reaching her stomach, removing her belt, and unbuckling her pants
"Ah."
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After the two of them enjoyed themselves, Sigourney left with one of the scripts and the storyboards.
James had more copies and he already showed them to the production, so it wasn't a big deal.
They did have preliminary talks about the script and what the movie was going to be like, but not much more than that.
James felt like these types of relationships must happen a lot in Hollywood, or more specifically LA.
It didn't appear that Sigourney had many expectations for their relationship either from how casually she left after thanking him.
James just hoped he didn't fall into some sort of weird cycle where he slept with every woman he worked with.
They would meet up 5 more times for character dialogue, in his new home, over the span of two weeks.
But, James would later tell her he needed to focus on production.
This was true as filming was going to happen in a month and the actors would be meeting to run script readings very soon.
The main reason was James didn't want to over-complicate their relationship.
James wanted to maintain a healthy distance and establish a director-actor relationship before the filming got too close.
Sigourney seems to have understood, and they didn't talk to each other again.
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August 12th, 1980
It was finally time for script readings.
When the meetings were in session, James and Sigourney wouldn't do much conversing and would barely make eye contact.
They would speak normally and get along well with the rest of the crew, but it became apparent that there was some tension.
The crew thought that maybe they had a falling out during the first movie, or they just didn't like each other.
The tension would build for over a week before James decided he needed to address Sigourney, in private, trying to make sure there were no hard feelings between them.
But, it appears James' self-control wasn't as good as he thought.
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"When's the first filming?" Sigourney asked, flipping her hair out of her shirt. Which was the only pair of clothing she had on, besides her underwear.
"I have to film some other stuff first, but you have your first scene on the 3rd," James said, admiring her body.
Sigourney noticed James' stare and walked over, resting her arms on his shoulders. James grabbed her beautiful-looking legs.
"Wanna go again?"
"...I guess we have no choice."
Time was moving slowly for James. Sigourney was a much needed relief. He was getting better at doing his work, no longer as stressed, and he seemed more productive in general, except for the times when he was with her.
Filming ended up starting late due to some complications with production, but James' planning was able to put them back on track.
Most of the scenes were the same from James' past life, except for certain scenes that he felt were awkward.
The most important change was the cat in this movie.
If you may recall, the cat, Jonesy, had a scene at the end of James' rendition of Alien. Jonesy was supposed to have been infected and gone into cryo-sleep along with Ripley.
It would play a key role in the opening of the movie.
Ripley, in the opening scene, would have the cat in her embrace, as she's laying down in the hospital bed.
A doctor would bring it to her, hoping it would provide comfort, after revealing she had been in cryogenic sleep for 57 years.
The only problem would be the xenomorph that had laid dormant in the cat's body, transforming in Ripley's arms.
Ripley would manage to kill it, alone, in her hospital room.
In the scene, Ripley would struggle to not let it escape, trying to use anything in the room to contain it, before finally managing to kill it.
Unfortunately, this would leave both the cat and baby xenomorph unrecognizable.
The doctors would come back to an unrecognizably thrashed room, filled with blood, along with a crazed-looking Ripley.
"No! There are monsters! The cat! Be careful! I don't know if I got it! Watch out! Don't open the door! Don't let it escape! Please! It was in the cat! Please!" Ripley would scream, before being sedated by the doctors.
The doctors would diagnose her with PTSD, believing her to be traumatized from losing her entire crew. They also believed that the shock from being in a 57-year cryogenic sleep was too much for her.
"My goodness, what the hell happened?" The doctors would think, looking at a room splattered with blood, which was once only filled with a tired-looking woman and her cat.