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rugbytackleTITLE: The Orange Grove (3/32): Travelling
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
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Viggo couldn't stop looking at Sean: quick sideways glances, because he didn't want to stare. Sean looked ... tired. The corners of his mouth turned down, making him look older than he was. He blinked in the bright sunlight outside the terminal building, and put on his sunglasses.
"How was the trip?" Viggo asked as they walked to the car.
Sean shrugged. "It was on a plane. Good enough, I s'pose."
"I was surprised when you told Steve you were flying over. Couldn't you --"
"Evie's been ill. My youngest?" Sean glanced at him, and Viggo nodded. "I was planning to make a trip of it -- get the train right down to Athens, stop over a few places, then take the ferry -- but in the end ..." He smiled fondly. "Couldn't leave 'er, not when she were like that."
"Hell, yeah. I remember when Henry had chickenpox." Viggo unlocked the car. "Is she better now? How're Molly and Lorna?"
"Oh, they're fine! How's Henry doing? Must be off at college by now ..." Discussing their kids seemed to relax Sean: he was smiling again, smiling properly, by the time they were on the main road out of Irákleio. Viggo sped up, glad to leave the sprawling suburbs behind.
"So how's the movie going, then?" he asked Viggo at last, once they'd caught up on families and friends. "I heard Chris wasn't too impressed."
Viggo shrugged. "It's fine. Steve's a laugh, though he could use a few lessons from PJ about chilling out. Christopher just wasn't getting on with James Harrington. Maybe the accident was a good thing."
"He's not badly hurt, is he?" Sean sounded as though he really cared about the actor whose role he'd taken on, and Viggo remembered that they'd worked together before; that football film, wasn't it?
He shrugged again. "He walked out of it." If Christopher hadn't got on with his character, he hadn't got on with Christopher either. It was a shame, because he'd wanted to work with the other actor for years now, even after the stories Diane had told him. But Lambert had clashed with Viggo more than once. Maybe he'd tell Sean about some of that, later. Right now, he thought, Sean needed to hear good things.
Cheerful things, anyway.
"Anyway," Viggo said, "I'm beginning to think that only a British actor can play James Harrington."
"Yeah? Why?"
"Well, he's such a stuck-up, class-conscious asshole," Viggo explained in his most reasonable voice. "'Chip on his shoulder' --" his best British upper-class accent there "-- and all that. I thought you'd be perfect -- ow!"
Sean had punched him, very gently, on the arm. Sean was laughing, which was a good thing.
"Wanker! Wondered if you had something to do with them calling me." Sean's own accent was stronger now. "Quite a change from all these gun-toting villains they've been lining up for me."
"Everyone should be a hero once in a while," said Viggo, beaming at his friend.
"So, do I get to take over the star's luxury apartment?" Sean was grinning. "Or is it a tent in the car park?"
"Um," said Viggo, concentrating hard on overtaking a farm truck. They were up into the mountains now, and the land around them was changing. No more olive groves or orchards; stunted bushes and isolated trees dotted the stony soil. It was only mid-afternoon, but the air here was noticeably cooler than it had been back in the city.
"Vig?"
Sean was frowning at him now. Viggo caught a glimpse of his reflection in the rear view mirror: he was blushing. Shit.
"You're sharing with me," he confessed.
"I'm what?" demanded Sean.
Shit, thought Viggo again.
"Sharing with me," he mumbled. It doesn't have to be for very long, just a few days, 'til Helena gets you somewhere of your own, but I thought you might not want another hotel room. It's --"
"Viggo!" Sean interrupted, almost yelling, and Viggo looked back at him meekly.
"Sharing with you will be great! You know I hate rattling around these places on my own." Sean's grin faded. "I mean, if you'd rather I got somewhere else..."
Viggo laughed out loud, ready to believe at last that things might not have changed beyond redemption.
"What's so funny?"
"You," said Viggo fondly. "Asshole."
"Takes one to know one!"
"True, true," said Viggo. "I guess no one else would put up with us." He grinned at Sean. "And there's room for you, as long as you want to stay. Okay?"
The sun was bright and the air was cool: the scent of rosemary and tamarisk poured into the car through the open windows. "Okay," said Sean, smiling. It was a moment that Viggo would remember for a long, long time.
TBC
AUTHOR: Cinzia and Gloria
Full headers here
Viggo couldn't stop looking at Sean: quick sideways glances, because he didn't want to stare. Sean looked ... tired. The corners of his mouth turned down, making him look older than he was. He blinked in the bright sunlight outside the terminal building, and put on his sunglasses.
"How was the trip?" Viggo asked as they walked to the car.
Sean shrugged. "It was on a plane. Good enough, I s'pose."
"I was surprised when you told Steve you were flying over. Couldn't you --"
"Evie's been ill. My youngest?" Sean glanced at him, and Viggo nodded. "I was planning to make a trip of it -- get the train right down to Athens, stop over a few places, then take the ferry -- but in the end ..." He smiled fondly. "Couldn't leave 'er, not when she were like that."
"Hell, yeah. I remember when Henry had chickenpox." Viggo unlocked the car. "Is she better now? How're Molly and Lorna?"
"Oh, they're fine! How's Henry doing? Must be off at college by now ..." Discussing their kids seemed to relax Sean: he was smiling again, smiling properly, by the time they were on the main road out of Irákleio. Viggo sped up, glad to leave the sprawling suburbs behind.
"So how's the movie going, then?" he asked Viggo at last, once they'd caught up on families and friends. "I heard Chris wasn't too impressed."
Viggo shrugged. "It's fine. Steve's a laugh, though he could use a few lessons from PJ about chilling out. Christopher just wasn't getting on with James Harrington. Maybe the accident was a good thing."
"He's not badly hurt, is he?" Sean sounded as though he really cared about the actor whose role he'd taken on, and Viggo remembered that they'd worked together before; that football film, wasn't it?
He shrugged again. "He walked out of it." If Christopher hadn't got on with his character, he hadn't got on with Christopher either. It was a shame, because he'd wanted to work with the other actor for years now, even after the stories Diane had told him. But Lambert had clashed with Viggo more than once. Maybe he'd tell Sean about some of that, later. Right now, he thought, Sean needed to hear good things.
Cheerful things, anyway.
"Anyway," Viggo said, "I'm beginning to think that only a British actor can play James Harrington."
"Yeah? Why?"
"Well, he's such a stuck-up, class-conscious asshole," Viggo explained in his most reasonable voice. "'Chip on his shoulder' --" his best British upper-class accent there "-- and all that. I thought you'd be perfect -- ow!"
Sean had punched him, very gently, on the arm. Sean was laughing, which was a good thing.
"Wanker! Wondered if you had something to do with them calling me." Sean's own accent was stronger now. "Quite a change from all these gun-toting villains they've been lining up for me."
"Everyone should be a hero once in a while," said Viggo, beaming at his friend.
"So, do I get to take over the star's luxury apartment?" Sean was grinning. "Or is it a tent in the car park?"
"Um," said Viggo, concentrating hard on overtaking a farm truck. They were up into the mountains now, and the land around them was changing. No more olive groves or orchards; stunted bushes and isolated trees dotted the stony soil. It was only mid-afternoon, but the air here was noticeably cooler than it had been back in the city.
"Vig?"
Sean was frowning at him now. Viggo caught a glimpse of his reflection in the rear view mirror: he was blushing. Shit.
"You're sharing with me," he confessed.
"I'm what?" demanded Sean.
Shit, thought Viggo again.
"Sharing with me," he mumbled. It doesn't have to be for very long, just a few days, 'til Helena gets you somewhere of your own, but I thought you might not want another hotel room. It's --"
"Viggo!" Sean interrupted, almost yelling, and Viggo looked back at him meekly.
"Sharing with you will be great! You know I hate rattling around these places on my own." Sean's grin faded. "I mean, if you'd rather I got somewhere else..."
Viggo laughed out loud, ready to believe at last that things might not have changed beyond redemption.
"What's so funny?"
"You," said Viggo fondly. "Asshole."
"Takes one to know one!"
"True, true," said Viggo. "I guess no one else would put up with us." He grinned at Sean. "And there's room for you, as long as you want to stay. Okay?"
The sun was bright and the air was cool: the scent of rosemary and tamarisk poured into the car through the open windows. "Okay," said Sean, smiling. It was a moment that Viggo would remember for a long, long time.
TBC
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Date: 2003-09-22 01:07 am (UTC)Looking forward to more!
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Date: 2003-09-22 05:15 pm (UTC)More, more, when're we gonna get more, huh? huh? *G*
Am just loving this, loving their friendship and the teasing...and this cracked me up:
"So, do I get to take over the star's luxury apartment?" Sean was grinning. "Or is it a tent in the car park?"
heehee...oh, no, Sean, it's SO much better than that...mwahahahahaa...
*salivates for more*
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