Well I went and did it again. I got involved in yet another interactive fan fiction story. This time, my character was paired with Richie (much more to my liking). That story wrapped in early November 2008, and I had been asked to assemble the "story posts", that is, the posts that tell Richie and Jen's story, in one place for people to read.

So I'm doing it.

I'm having to add some filler as I go, as there were lengthy pauses between the verbose posts I made, but I'm trying to keep the flow of the story going.

The Richie/Jen story is only half of the fan fic project. The other half was a Jon/T story. That is not explored here at all. In fact, very little mention is made. Just enough so it isn't a surprise when T shows up at various points.

If anything is confusing, please let me know. I've been living this character for the better part of the last eight months, and her memories are mine. I forget, sometimes, that you all can't see into my head.

I hope you enjoy the story. It starts here.

~ Hath

Down The Rabbit Hole

Thursday, October 23, 2008
“How far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?”

Jennifer blinked in surprise at the latest PM from a guy calling himself “Billy the Kidd”. That was a good one. How far, indeed, was she willing to go? If she went all in, she could end up looking like a fool. Or she could end up with the opportunity of a lifetime. Either way, she was anonymous on this board, so did it really matter?

Jennifer had joined “T’s Place” on a whim. She was looking for a new Bon Jovi community to hang out in, having tired of the snarkiness of Topix, and this seemed like just the place. The administrator, a woman who went by ‘T’, basically said she had no patience for assholes or KoolAid drinkers, and that suited Jennifer just fine. She created a login under her alter ego’s name: The Goddess Hathor. Jennifer had been writing Jovi fan fiction under that moniker for a little over a year, and wanted the chance to meet some other authors and network with some other fans. T’s Place seemed like as good a place as any to try.

There were several women on the board that Jennifer recognized as fellow authors, and she knew she had landed on the right place. There didn’t seem to be any of the craziness that had plagued other boards she had tried.

Well, there was Billy: the lone male on the board. He seemed like a normal enough guy, if not a little self-centered and arrogant, but hey, it could be an act. Like everyone else Jennifer had encountered in the FanFic/ChatBoard world, people who used aliases typically had a whole persona to go along with it. This could just be part of Bill’s. For a month, he’d been on the board, not really joining any of the conversation too much, but piping up once in a while.

He had tried to start up a more personal relationship with T, the moderator on the board. He showed real concern for her, too, when she told everyone she had to have surgery to remove some cancerous mass they found on her tongue. He seemed very nice.

Now he was trying, albeit not very hard, to convince Jennifer that he knew Richie Sambora. Richie. The man who had lived in her dreams for more years than she could count. The inspiration for some of her best writing. Yeah, right. He told her that he knew Richie and thought she would be a good match for him.

Uh, huh, I'm at an actual loss for words. That's a pretty deep fucking rabbit hole there, Bill.

Just so I'm crystal clear on this (this convo is better than coffee for shaking out the cobwebs, btw) you are telling me that you think, Jesus, I can't believe I'm typing this, that I would be a good match for Richie Sambora? The guy in my siggie and avie. And not only that, but you actually directed him to my stories? What'd I ever do to piss you off, that you'd do that?

I'm sorry. Are you saying you didn't want him to read your stuff? Well, shit, don't you think he has a right to, it is about him after all.

And, yes, we are talking about Richie Sambora.

Although, I am wondering why you aren't having any trouble believing me.

Bill, there's a difference between wondering if the people about whom I write read my stuff and KNOWING they will (or are, have, whatever). BIG difference.

And uh, you have no idea whether I believe you or not, because I haven't sorted that out yet myself. I was just trying to sort out what exactly you were saying. Forgive me for sounding a little shell shocked.

I'll let you in on a little secret. I have an issue with people, Bill. I tend to believe them, no matter what they tell me. Naive I know, but it's part of who I am. I'm very trusting, and it's burned me more times than I can count.

Here's my dilemma. I want to believe you.

Not only because I'd like to think that you wouldn't come on here and fuck with a stranger like that. I'd like to think that the actual concern you showed for T was indicative of the kind of person you are. No, I want to believe you because I like the story you're telling. A lot, actually.

So, I guess I have to decide whether to follow you into the rabbit hole, or to drop a big ol' boulder on it once you've slipped inside...

What a headcase. Did he really think that she’d just up and believe him without being the least bit skeptical?

No, please don't put a boulder on the hole once I slip down it. I have shows to do in a few days.


Wait, wait, wait, wait, hold the fucking phone.
"I have shows to do in a few days."
Exactly who the fuck are you?

Jennifer was beside herself. No way was he going to tell her he was...

Holy Fuck.

I just kind of thought you knew who I was. Since you didn't ask how I knew Richie. But, I'm JBJ. Don't freak out on me and out me to the rest of the board. Please.

And, please, stay calm and breathe. No, I'm not being all arrogant rock star on you...I'm just guessing you'll handle it about as well as T did.

He just told her that he was Jon Bon Jovi.

Well, she sorta knew that already. He had been around the boards for a while, and chatted up T, the admin. She said that he was Jon; but Jen didn’t really believe it. Not until this moment. And even then, she wasn’t exactly sure.

Did she really believe that shit?

She wanted to. She wanted to believe that this man was really Jon, and he really did think that she would be good for his best friend. He let Jennifer know that T, the moderator on the board, knew who he was because he called her, and she had him sing a few bars of Prayer to her.

Given that information, far too easy to check out and find out if he was lying, Jennifer was inclined to believe him. Seeing as how fiction was a big part of her life, and a good story never hurt anyone, and adding in the fact that she was a trusting soul, she told him she’d go all the way.

Holy shit!

You wouldn't lie about something I could so easily check. I choose to believe you, Jon.

Um, well 'hi'. My real name is Jennifer. Jennifer Petruzzo. And *whew* I'd love to talk to Richie.

Guess I'm right behind you in that rabbit hole. Uh, does he just want to call me? Or do an actual meet?

Jon sat back at his desk and smiled. She had just a little reluctance and a little doubt, but she seemed willing to believe him. He offered to call her and sing to her, like he had to do with T. T. He smiled wider at the thought of her. When he joined the board, he got into a verbal sparring match with her. In his defense, he was trying to tell her who he was, and she just plain wouldn’t believe him. He got her to come around though, and he had a feeling that would be one of the best decisions he had ever made.

This was going to be another. This woman, Hath, well, Jennifer, seemed just like the kind of normal fan-but-not-too-much-so woman that Richie needed, even if it was just for a short romp. He had no illusions about happily-ever-after; he figured if he could get Richie to meet a normal woman, see what one was like, then he'd be able to make better decisions about his own life.

Jon got Hath to tell him her full name: Jennifer Elizabeth Maria Teresa Petruzzo. He was surprised that when he suggested she and Richie meet at the Boston shows, she turned him down. Flat. She suggested Jon talk to Richie first, make sure he really wanted to meet her.

Um. Just how freaked would you be if I told you he's ALREADY read your story, and asked if I'd be willing to tell you who I was so that I could set up a meet?

Now, that's not what I'm saying...exactly. It depends on how freaked you'd be.

I mean, why else would I just jump up and tell you who I was and offer up Richie as a blind date on a damn silver platter? It's not like I said..."Oh jeez, tonight I'm gonna set Rich up on a date, let's pull a name out of a hat and see just who the lucky lady will be. Ah, well. Jennifer, come on down...you're the next contestant on 'Let's find a date for the King of Swing'.

I mean, really, did ya think I wouldn't check with my bro before I did this?

Jon rolled his eyes. Yeah, like he would have gone through all this if he HADN’T talked to Richie first. Jennifer was freaked out. Came right out and said so. That made Jon laugh. She was not putting on an act, he could tell. He could also tell that Jennifer wasn’t quite convinced that this was on the up-and-up.

He grinned evilly. He had one more thing to tell her.

Number or actual meet?

He said that was up to you.

He said that if you wouldn't be too embarrassed by what you wrote about him that he sure would like to meet you. He said that you were damn close on some of your...uh...details in your stories...and he wants to know if he's ever....uh...if you....uh. Hell, if you're someone that should know first hand.

Now, I'm done playing Cupid. The diaper isn't a good look for me, although the bow and arrow are pretty dashing. Let me know what you're comfortable with and I'll let him know.

Good night.


Jennifer let out a little scream. Holy shit, he read her stuff. And she was right about some of the details? That was just too much.

Yeah, I'm a little freaked. This is a lot to take in. I'll feel better once I've slept on it.

I'll be a bit embarrassed, but hell I would love to meet him again. I met him once in Cali during his solo stuff. I'm the smart ass from Boston. And no, I have no reason to "know" anything about er, THAT; I just know what I like, and have a way with words

Um, either ask him to email me, or you can give him my cell number. 617-555-7424 and we'll sort something out, no bow-and-arrow intervention necessary. *gulp* Down the rabbit hole all the way.

Thanks for making me laugh with the diaper bit, though now dammit, I have that image in my head.

Good Night.

~ Jennifer

Jennifer shut down her computer before she could do something else stupid. Like write him back and tell him to hell yeah set up the meet. No, she thought to herself, this was better. Pass along the phone number and see if he calls. He probably won’t,” she thought to herself.

Jon fired off an e-mail before heading to bed.
FROM: frontman@bj.com
TO: wingman@bj.com
SUBJECT: Goddess

And her name is Jennifer

~ J


Richie checked his email. He had another from Jon. He smiled. Jon knew damned well that Richie wasn’t as technologically advanced as he was. Hell, he only had a laptop because it was a gift from his well-meaning friend. He opened the email. There was a link to some website and a short note.

DATE: Saturday, May 16, 2008 23:32
FROM: frontman@bj.com
TO: wingman@bj.com
SUBJECT: Do I Know You?


Check this out, bro, I think she knows you. Ha ha.

~ J

Well hell, Richie thought, now his interest was piqued. He clicked the link and came to what looked like an unassuming site; until he saw his own name and image on the page. “What the fuck” he said aloud. When he started to read, he groaned. Not another of these stories. He did not have the patience for this. He noticed the author’s name was familiar though, and he called Jon.

“What the fuck is this?” Richie asked without rancor. “Why’d you send this to me? You know I don’t care about this shit.”

Jon laughed. “Thought you might find it entertaining,” he said. “I’ve seen her around some of the fan boards, and this was something new she did, and holy shit, man, you’ve gotta read it.”

“I started to, but stopped when I saw what it was.”

“No, seriously, Rich. READ that shit.”

Yeah, sure,” Richie said, rolling his eyes. “Maybe. Hey, why is the name familiar? Who is this Goddess Hathor person? Where have I heard that before?”

“Remember last month? Someone posted from one of her stories on our blog? Obie was cackling like a loon? Any of this ring a bell?”

“Oh yeah,” Richie said. “That was actually pretty funny.” And hot, too, he thought. “I can’t believe Obie didn’t have it taken down. So, that’s her then?”

Jon nodded, though Richie couldn’t see him. “Yep. I’ve actually chatted with her on one of the boards, though she doesn’t know who I am. It seems she has quite a Jones for you, man.”

“Ya think? And, so what? So do lots of women,” Richie said, making Jon laugh. “That ain’t braggin’ brother, that’s plain-as-shit FACT!”

Jon laughed. “Yeah, but she seems different. I don’t know how to explain it, she actually seems to care that you’re a person. Whatever, man; just give the story a read. I think you’ll find it, uh, stimulating!” He chuckled at his own wit and hung up.

Richie, shaking his head, read the story just so he wouldn’t have to listen to Jon’s shit if he didn’t. Then he read it again. Three times.

Then he called Jon back.

“Damn, man, she writes some pretty hot shit. Uh, it sounds like, well, does she know me?” Jon didn’t have to ask what he meant.

“I don’t know. She doesn’t seem to be one of your skanky one-nighters, man,” Jon said, “so don’t even go there. If you met her, it was something else.” He then went on to tell Richie about some of the things she posted about her divirce, her looks, their songs in general, and one particular story he found touching regarding the girls’ favorite Bon Jovi songs. Jon was reading it directly from the board.

Never Say Goodbye was our senior prom song (yeah, us and a thousand other high schools, I'm sure) and the guy I went, Kirk, with was enlisting in the Army. We had been together forever, since we were in diapers actually, and had finally succumbed to the attraction we'd felt since we hit puberty. Before that, neither of us wanted to fuck up a friendship with sex, and I KNOW, sex after prom, how do you get more cliché than that, but it was 20 years ago, and I'm done feeling like I have to explain myself.

Richie chuckled. He couldn’t count how many people over the years had told him or one of the others that Never Say Goodbye was the prelude to their virginity loss. He tuned back in when Jon continued reading the story.

We had a wonderful summer together, then I went off to college, and he went off to boot camp. We stayed in touch for a while, then he said he was going somewhere that the mail wasn't always reliable, and to not get worried if he couldn't get word to me. We corresponded for years, and he had leave scheduled for our 10 year reunion, and I was so excited to see him again.

A week before the reunion, I learned he had been killed. I went anyway, to reconnect with friends, and to let them know about Kirk's death. The DJ played all the songs from prom, and everyone who was there paired up in the prom-date couples for NSG. I sat at my table and cried.

“Holy shit,” Richie said.

“Yeah, She finishes by saying that the song still gets to her after all these years. Makes her sad in remembering him, but so happy at the memories. Rich, this girl is for REAL.”

Jon kept talking about her, describing her obvious love for her family, and Richie sighed. He got it, she sounded like a great girl; a normal woman. So what? Although, if her writing was anything to go by, he’d have a hell of a time with her.

“Why the fuck are you pushing this woman at me?” Richie asked.

Jon sighed. “Look, man, it’s no secret that you’ve made some, well, piss-poor choices lately. Let someone else make the choice for you this time.”

“I don’ t need you setting me up with girls,” Richie said.

“No, but you apparently need someone to hook you up with a woman.”

“I don’t know man,” Richie said, not willing to let Jon know he was actually quite eager to meet her. “She’s still a fan. Do you have a sense of whether she’s trustworthy or not?”

Jon answered, “I don’t know for sure, but she seems like a normal person. I think she can probably be trusted. Why?”

“Can you find out if she’d want to meet me?”

Jon laughed. “Man, I don’t think that would be an ‘if’. But, hey, to do that, I’d have to out myself to her.”

“I know that,” Richie retorted. “That’s why I asked if you thought she was trustworthy.”

Jon sighed. “Lemme think about it. I’ll get back to you.”

(c) 2008 by TheGoddessHathor

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