Fic: Over Time- Chapter 2 (SB/VM, PG)
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rugbytackleTitle: Over Time- Chapter 2
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jenmstar
E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
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rugbytackle sons_of_gondor fellow_shippers bean_squee
Disclaimer: This is all fiction.
Summary: Getting ready
Thanks: Thanks to my wonderful betapipuk
Notes: Previous parts can be found here
The phrase ‘as exciting as watching paint dry’ implied that watching pain dry was boring. Viggo just didn’t understand that. He enjoyed sitting and staring at his work after he painted it, watching the air take effect on his work, the paint darkening as it lost its glistening, wet shine. It reminded him that even after he did everything he could, there were still parts of his work that he could not control. He needed those reminders from time to time, especially on a production as large as this one.
His musings were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. He raised himself off the floor, wiping his hands down his already paint stained jeans, more out of habit than an actual attempt to clean them, before making his way from the studio to the front door. He opened the door to find Sean standing there, dressed impeccably in tan pants and a forest green button down.
Sean gazed at Viggo’s thread-bare, paint splattered t-shirt and torn jeans in confusion. “Um, hi,” he said after a moment. “You aren’t coming?”
“Oh damn,” Viggo muttered. “I totally forgot. I was working on this painting and I really liked it so I decided to watch it as it dried to se the changes and it got me thinking about this production and my part in it and everyone else’s parts in it and if it’s going to turn out how I imagine it and how much control….”
“Viggo, stop,” Sean commanded with a grin.
Viggo obliged with a sheepish smile.
“Am I to deduce from that ramble that you are coming, you just aren’t ready yet?” Sean asked.
“Yeah,” Viggo said, somewhat embarrassed. He stepped back, letting Sean into the house.
“Well, hurry up and get ready,” Sean said. “I’ll call Ian and let him know that we’re going to late.”
“Thanks,” Viggo said as he moved toward his room. Halfway down the hall, he stopped and turned back to Sean. “There was this article I wanted to show you. It’s about….” He said as he moved toward the living room door.
“Viggo,” Sean interrupted, grabbing Viggo’s shoulders as he walked by. “Go get ready.” Sensing that Viggo was getting ready to protest, he turned Viggo back toward his bedroom and gave him a slight shove. “Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred pounds,” he joked to Viggo as Viggo retreated down the hall and into his bedroom.
Sean paused for a moment, listening to the sounds of drawers being opened and closed before he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket to call Ian.
The phone rang four times before a hurried voice answered, “Yes?”
“Hello, Ian. It’s Sean,” he said, smiling as he heard the chatter of the Hobbits in the background.
“Where, pray tell, are you?” Ian asked. “John isn’t coming tonight. Bad allergic reaction again today. Viggo and Dave aren’t here yet. Neither are any of the Kiwis. And I’m stuck here with a house full of Hobbits and one very odd acting elf.”
Sean laughed. “I’ll be there soon. And I’ll be bringing Viggo with me. He forgot until I got here to pick him up.”
The rest of the explanation was cut short by the ring of the doorbell followed by an excited English voice in the background yelling, “I’ll get it.”
Sean laughed again. “Sounds like Orlando’s playing doorman tonight.
Ian laughed too. “Well, the lad has seemed to be waiting for someone.”
“Really?” Sean asked, sounding slightly more than casually interested.
“So it seemed to be,” Ian answered.
“Oh,” Sean replied, nothing else coming to mind.
“Orlando…?” Ian called out.
“Yeah?” Orlando’s voice sounded muffled to Sean from so far away.
“Who was at the door?” Ian asked.
“Karl and Craig,” Sean heard Orlando reply, voice sounding oddly disappointed.
“Will you get them something to drink, please?” Ian asked.
“Sure,” Orlando replied and Sean heard the sounds of footsteps retreating.
“Any idea who he’s waiting for?” Sean asked.
“Maybe Dave,” Ian said. “At least that’s my best guess. I thought I heard him saying to Dominic about wanting to ask Dave something.”
A crash was suddenly heard in the background.
“Sean, please grab your man and get over here,” Ian said pleadingly.
“My man?!?” Sean exclaimed. “Where did you come up with that?”
“Oh come now,” Ian replied. “You and Viggo are always together. I’ve seen the looks you give each other. It’s a well known fact that Viggo enjoys the company of both men and women. And it is also rather well known in the acting community that when they say ‘Sean Bean is a man’s man’ they aren’t talking about your love of pubs and football!”
Sean laughed. “All true enough. But I’m not shagging Viggo.”
“You’re not!” Sean turned around to see Viggo standing in the hallway grinning. “So it was just a good dream after all,” Viggo continued with a dramatic sigh. “How devastating.” He clutched his heart and leaned back against the wall before breaking into laughter.
Sean burst into laughter along with him. “Well, the artist is ready for the evening,” he said to Ian, still chuckling. “We’ll be there soon.”
“Good,” Ian said. “See you then.”
“Ok. ‘Bye,” Sean said before closing his cell phone and slipping it back into his pocket.
“You finally ready?” Sean asked, his face still glowing with laughter.
“As I’ll ever be,” Viggo replied, grinning.
“Well, let’s go save Ian from the horror of drunken Hobbits,” Sean said, offering Viggo his arm.
Viggo picked up his keys from the table before linking his arm through Sean’s. “Lead on then, my good Steward. Lead on.”
Author:
jenmstar E-mail: jenstar2421@yahoo.com
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG
Archive:
rugbytackle sons_of_gondor fellow_shippers bean_squeeDisclaimer: This is all fiction.
Summary: Getting ready
Thanks: Thanks to my wonderful beta
pipukNotes: Previous parts can be found here
The phrase ‘as exciting as watching paint dry’ implied that watching pain dry was boring. Viggo just didn’t understand that. He enjoyed sitting and staring at his work after he painted it, watching the air take effect on his work, the paint darkening as it lost its glistening, wet shine. It reminded him that even after he did everything he could, there were still parts of his work that he could not control. He needed those reminders from time to time, especially on a production as large as this one.
His musings were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. He raised himself off the floor, wiping his hands down his already paint stained jeans, more out of habit than an actual attempt to clean them, before making his way from the studio to the front door. He opened the door to find Sean standing there, dressed impeccably in tan pants and a forest green button down.
Sean gazed at Viggo’s thread-bare, paint splattered t-shirt and torn jeans in confusion. “Um, hi,” he said after a moment. “You aren’t coming?”
“Oh damn,” Viggo muttered. “I totally forgot. I was working on this painting and I really liked it so I decided to watch it as it dried to se the changes and it got me thinking about this production and my part in it and everyone else’s parts in it and if it’s going to turn out how I imagine it and how much control….”
“Viggo, stop,” Sean commanded with a grin.
Viggo obliged with a sheepish smile.
“Am I to deduce from that ramble that you are coming, you just aren’t ready yet?” Sean asked.
“Yeah,” Viggo said, somewhat embarrassed. He stepped back, letting Sean into the house.
“Well, hurry up and get ready,” Sean said. “I’ll call Ian and let him know that we’re going to late.”
“Thanks,” Viggo said as he moved toward his room. Halfway down the hall, he stopped and turned back to Sean. “There was this article I wanted to show you. It’s about….” He said as he moved toward the living room door.
“Viggo,” Sean interrupted, grabbing Viggo’s shoulders as he walked by. “Go get ready.” Sensing that Viggo was getting ready to protest, he turned Viggo back toward his bedroom and gave him a slight shove. “Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred pounds,” he joked to Viggo as Viggo retreated down the hall and into his bedroom.
Sean paused for a moment, listening to the sounds of drawers being opened and closed before he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket to call Ian.
The phone rang four times before a hurried voice answered, “Yes?”
“Hello, Ian. It’s Sean,” he said, smiling as he heard the chatter of the Hobbits in the background.
“Where, pray tell, are you?” Ian asked. “John isn’t coming tonight. Bad allergic reaction again today. Viggo and Dave aren’t here yet. Neither are any of the Kiwis. And I’m stuck here with a house full of Hobbits and one very odd acting elf.”
Sean laughed. “I’ll be there soon. And I’ll be bringing Viggo with me. He forgot until I got here to pick him up.”
The rest of the explanation was cut short by the ring of the doorbell followed by an excited English voice in the background yelling, “I’ll get it.”
Sean laughed again. “Sounds like Orlando’s playing doorman tonight.
Ian laughed too. “Well, the lad has seemed to be waiting for someone.”
“Really?” Sean asked, sounding slightly more than casually interested.
“So it seemed to be,” Ian answered.
“Oh,” Sean replied, nothing else coming to mind.
“Orlando…?” Ian called out.
“Yeah?” Orlando’s voice sounded muffled to Sean from so far away.
“Who was at the door?” Ian asked.
“Karl and Craig,” Sean heard Orlando reply, voice sounding oddly disappointed.
“Will you get them something to drink, please?” Ian asked.
“Sure,” Orlando replied and Sean heard the sounds of footsteps retreating.
“Any idea who he’s waiting for?” Sean asked.
“Maybe Dave,” Ian said. “At least that’s my best guess. I thought I heard him saying to Dominic about wanting to ask Dave something.”
A crash was suddenly heard in the background.
“Sean, please grab your man and get over here,” Ian said pleadingly.
“My man?!?” Sean exclaimed. “Where did you come up with that?”
“Oh come now,” Ian replied. “You and Viggo are always together. I’ve seen the looks you give each other. It’s a well known fact that Viggo enjoys the company of both men and women. And it is also rather well known in the acting community that when they say ‘Sean Bean is a man’s man’ they aren’t talking about your love of pubs and football!”
Sean laughed. “All true enough. But I’m not shagging Viggo.”
“You’re not!” Sean turned around to see Viggo standing in the hallway grinning. “So it was just a good dream after all,” Viggo continued with a dramatic sigh. “How devastating.” He clutched his heart and leaned back against the wall before breaking into laughter.
Sean burst into laughter along with him. “Well, the artist is ready for the evening,” he said to Ian, still chuckling. “We’ll be there soon.”
“Good,” Ian said. “See you then.”
“Ok. ‘Bye,” Sean said before closing his cell phone and slipping it back into his pocket.
“You finally ready?” Sean asked, his face still glowing with laughter.
“As I’ll ever be,” Viggo replied, grinning.
“Well, let’s go save Ian from the horror of drunken Hobbits,” Sean said, offering Viggo his arm.
Viggo picked up his keys from the table before linking his arm through Sean’s. “Lead on then, my good Steward. Lead on.”
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Date: 2003-11-11 04:42 am (UTC)But I’m not shagging Viggo.
Why the hell not?!?! Tell Sean to go jump his best friend and then you can write about it.
Pretty please?
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Date: 2003-11-11 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-12 12:28 am (UTC)Sean, I say this with the utmost respect: You are an idiot. :-)
Eager to see the rest of this fic unfold! I like how you're setting the stage. And the bit about Vig's painting teaching him patience -- I
resemblelike that. *g*no subject
Date: 2003-11-12 03:25 am (UTC)