Sometimes - Chapter Two
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rugbytackleFIC: Sometimes 2 / 9
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PG (NC17 later)
PAIRING: OB/VM (implied), SB/VM
WARNING: angst, HET relationship, a bit mean to the elf (sorry, but had to get VM to stop bonking him somehow!)
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: found objects and lost friends
Sean stood looking at the door debating whether or not to follow Viggo, but decided with a sigh that his friend needed some alone time to sort himself out.
By the time he got back to the table, Sean had drunk most of his beer and the booth dynamics had changed. Orlando and Sarah had slid into the booth leaving the chairs for Sean and Viggo. Sean looked at the arrangement and sat down. The chair beside Sean remained empty.
Orlando frowned, “Where’s Vig?”
“He had to leave.” Sean growled glaring at Orlando. Fuck…he wanted to hit him.
All the booth inhabitants noticed the exchange of looks between the two men. Sarah took it as her cue, “Actually Orli, I wouldn’t mind heading home, I’m feeling pretty jetlagged”
Orlando’s eyes widened, he looked mortified, “Oh God Sarah, I’m so sorry, you must be exhausted…I just didn’t think.”
Sean scowled over his glass and muttered, “ A lot of that going on tonight.”
Orlando stood up allowing Sarah to slide out of the booth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the cheek, “Time to get my girl home so I’ll see you lot of miscreants tomorrow.”
“Fuck!” Dom exclaimed loudly, “Orli’s learnt a new word”
“Piss off wanker!” Orlando called over his shoulder as they headed for the door.
Dom laughed at Orlando’s retreating back, “Our elf always did have a way with words. Okay now they’ve gone fill us in Beanie, what’s the story with Viggo?”
Sean cringed. He didn’t really want to discuss this, but Billy leant across Dom and pushed the point, “What did he say Sean? Is he okay?” Billy’s manner was quiet, but insistent. Sean understood that Billy was genuinely worried about his friend and wasn’t going to be put off with a Bean shrug and grunt.
“I don’t know Billy, he didn’t look too good.”
“What did he say?” Billy repeated.
Sean sighed and looked up from his glass to meet Billy’s concerned gaze, “He told me to leave it.”
“Maybe we should head over to his place and check on him?” Elijah suggested.
Billy smiled at Elijah, but knew the last thing Viggo needed was a well meaning Hobbit invasion, “Good idea Lij, but I think Sean should go on his own.”
Sean shook his head, “Nah, he made it very clear he didn’t want me with him. I think he needs his space right now.”
The others didn’t look convinced, but could see that Sean wasn’t willing to discuss it further.
The mood definitely needed to lighten up so Elijah took it on himself to announce that he had figured out why he lost his last game of pool and was ready for a rematch. Dom and Billy rocketed out of their seats deciding what drinks Elijah would be forced to buy them this time. Sean smiled to himself with the knowledge that not even Lij was that gullible and he appreciated the young actor’s motives. He sat and watched the Hobbits for about an hour nursing his empty glass, but his heart was no longer in the evening and wandered over to wish them all good night. Billy caught his eye before he left and suggested that it was a nice night out and he should take the long route home.
“Bloody nosey little Hobbit,” Sean muttered as he glanced over his shoulder carefully backing his car out, “Viggo made it clear he didn’t want me … um, didn’t want me to interfere, didn’t want my help.” Sean’s frustration was evident in the rapidly increasing pressure on his accelerator pedal, even though he couldn’t pin down what he was actually frustrated about. Sure he wanted to hit Orlando, but that was a regular occurrence. He loved the guy, but he was young and could be bloody annoying. Maybe he was frustrated because one of his best mates had just been hurt and humiliated and he couldn’t do anything to help. Sean frowned at this thought. He hadn’t tried very hard to help Viggo.
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he finally admitted to himself that the person he was really pissed off with was Viggo … what the fucking hell was he doing letting Orlando into his bed in the first place?
This startled Sean. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. He sat very still. Where the hell had that thought come from. Okay he’d always known Viggo went both ways. Up until now it hadn’t bothered him who Viggo fucked so long as his ‘oh so straight ears’ weren’t sullied with the intimate details. But now, well …he was bothered. Orlando was too young or too pretty or too…something. Sean’s head pounded as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He wound the window down and fumbled in his pockets until he found his smokes and lighter. The cigarette gave his hand something to do and he focused on the grey smoke drifting out the open window. He ran his fingers absently through his hair and tried to clear the tangle of thoughts and accusations. “Come on Bean, why are you having so much trouble with this?” he whispered as his head fell back against the headrest. He had helped a lot of friends through break ups, bloody hell he had been through enough himself. It usually meant a lot of male bonding over copious amounts of alcohol and assurances that women don’t know what they want. But this was a whole different situation…and Sean had to admit he didn’t know why it was different.
Finally he cursed, “Damn it! The bloody Hobbit was right,” as he turned his car towards Viggo’s street, “how the hell did the little Scots git get so wise all of a sudden?” He had to put his own anger and confusion aside and make sure his friend was okay.
By the time Sean pulled into Viggo’s drive he had run a dozen opening lines through his head and discarded them all. The lights were on in a couple of the rooms so at least he knew Viggo had made it home okay.
Sean hesitated before he got out of the car unsure of the reception he would receive, but chided himself for his cowardice and walked toward the front door. He was about to knock when he realized that the door was slightly ajar. “Bloody typical Viggo”, he thought as he stepped into the entry hall and called Viggo’s name. No answer.
Sean made his way through to the lounge room and continued on to the makeshift studio. He knew this room was a frequent refuge when Viggo was feeling overwhelmed by the daily insanity of the ‘Rings circus’. Sean had also spent many hours sprawled on the couch (after clearing it of books and papers) reading or chatting while Viggo painted. He marveled at Viggo’s penchant for collecting all manner of junk and these ‘found objects’ created their own still life filling every available space around the room. Sean slumped against the doorframe and sighed, however full the room was there was still no Viggo. The kitchen offered a similar result, although Sean noticed an empty brown paper bag thrown on the floor.
Sean wondered if Viggo had simply gone to bed and forgotten about the lights. He made his way up the stairs and gently knocked on the door. When he heard no sound coming from inside the room Sean leant his forehead against the door and debated his next move. For some reason Sean found it difficult to open the door to Viggo’s bedroom. Despite his familiarity with the house he had never actually been in Viggo’s room. He slid his hand slowly across the wood until it rested on the doorknob, again he hesitated. Sean took a breath and pushed the door open and whispered, “Vig, are you asleep?” No answer.
The room was dark so Sean waited until his eyes adjusted to the low light before making his way carefully to the bed. Even though his sight grew accustomed to the glow of the near full moon Sean tripped over a range of items strewn across the floor. By the time he made it to the bed he could see it was rumpled, but empty. He felt like he was invading Viggo’s privacy by being in his room amongst his books, photographs, dirty clothes and clutter, but now he was in the room he couldn’t bring himself to leave. It was as if he was surrounded by Viggo without him actually being there.
Sean’s stomach knotted as he sat on the edge of the bed. He flicked on the bedside lamp and picked up a small bundle of photographs. The photos chronicled their life on set; Lij asleep leaning on his ever faithful Sam, Billy and Dom arguing over who had the biggest feet, the elf wrapping his arms around a reluctant Gandalf, there was even one of Sean in full Boromir regalia having a sneaky smoke between takes. They were all there except the photographer. Sean suddenly missed Viggo. He ran his hand over the cold sheet smoothing some of the wrinkles, looked around the chaos of Viggo’s room and said to no one, “Where the hell are you mate?”
tbc
AUTHOR: Widdershin
RATING: PG (NC17 later)
PAIRING: OB/VM (implied), SB/VM
WARNING: angst, HET relationship, a bit mean to the elf (sorry, but had to get VM to stop bonking him somehow!)
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. The author doesn't know these people. These events never happened.
SUMMARY: found objects and lost friends
Sean stood looking at the door debating whether or not to follow Viggo, but decided with a sigh that his friend needed some alone time to sort himself out.
By the time he got back to the table, Sean had drunk most of his beer and the booth dynamics had changed. Orlando and Sarah had slid into the booth leaving the chairs for Sean and Viggo. Sean looked at the arrangement and sat down. The chair beside Sean remained empty.
Orlando frowned, “Where’s Vig?”
“He had to leave.” Sean growled glaring at Orlando. Fuck…he wanted to hit him.
All the booth inhabitants noticed the exchange of looks between the two men. Sarah took it as her cue, “Actually Orli, I wouldn’t mind heading home, I’m feeling pretty jetlagged”
Orlando’s eyes widened, he looked mortified, “Oh God Sarah, I’m so sorry, you must be exhausted…I just didn’t think.”
Sean scowled over his glass and muttered, “ A lot of that going on tonight.”
Orlando stood up allowing Sarah to slide out of the booth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the cheek, “Time to get my girl home so I’ll see you lot of miscreants tomorrow.”
“Fuck!” Dom exclaimed loudly, “Orli’s learnt a new word”
“Piss off wanker!” Orlando called over his shoulder as they headed for the door.
Dom laughed at Orlando’s retreating back, “Our elf always did have a way with words. Okay now they’ve gone fill us in Beanie, what’s the story with Viggo?”
Sean cringed. He didn’t really want to discuss this, but Billy leant across Dom and pushed the point, “What did he say Sean? Is he okay?” Billy’s manner was quiet, but insistent. Sean understood that Billy was genuinely worried about his friend and wasn’t going to be put off with a Bean shrug and grunt.
“I don’t know Billy, he didn’t look too good.”
“What did he say?” Billy repeated.
Sean sighed and looked up from his glass to meet Billy’s concerned gaze, “He told me to leave it.”
“Maybe we should head over to his place and check on him?” Elijah suggested.
Billy smiled at Elijah, but knew the last thing Viggo needed was a well meaning Hobbit invasion, “Good idea Lij, but I think Sean should go on his own.”
Sean shook his head, “Nah, he made it very clear he didn’t want me with him. I think he needs his space right now.”
The others didn’t look convinced, but could see that Sean wasn’t willing to discuss it further.
The mood definitely needed to lighten up so Elijah took it on himself to announce that he had figured out why he lost his last game of pool and was ready for a rematch. Dom and Billy rocketed out of their seats deciding what drinks Elijah would be forced to buy them this time. Sean smiled to himself with the knowledge that not even Lij was that gullible and he appreciated the young actor’s motives. He sat and watched the Hobbits for about an hour nursing his empty glass, but his heart was no longer in the evening and wandered over to wish them all good night. Billy caught his eye before he left and suggested that it was a nice night out and he should take the long route home.
“Bloody nosey little Hobbit,” Sean muttered as he glanced over his shoulder carefully backing his car out, “Viggo made it clear he didn’t want me … um, didn’t want me to interfere, didn’t want my help.” Sean’s frustration was evident in the rapidly increasing pressure on his accelerator pedal, even though he couldn’t pin down what he was actually frustrated about. Sure he wanted to hit Orlando, but that was a regular occurrence. He loved the guy, but he was young and could be bloody annoying. Maybe he was frustrated because one of his best mates had just been hurt and humiliated and he couldn’t do anything to help. Sean frowned at this thought. He hadn’t tried very hard to help Viggo.
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he finally admitted to himself that the person he was really pissed off with was Viggo … what the fucking hell was he doing letting Orlando into his bed in the first place?
This startled Sean. He pulled the car over to the side of the road. He sat very still. Where the hell had that thought come from. Okay he’d always known Viggo went both ways. Up until now it hadn’t bothered him who Viggo fucked so long as his ‘oh so straight ears’ weren’t sullied with the intimate details. But now, well …he was bothered. Orlando was too young or too pretty or too…something. Sean’s head pounded as he tried to collect his thoughts.
He wound the window down and fumbled in his pockets until he found his smokes and lighter. The cigarette gave his hand something to do and he focused on the grey smoke drifting out the open window. He ran his fingers absently through his hair and tried to clear the tangle of thoughts and accusations. “Come on Bean, why are you having so much trouble with this?” he whispered as his head fell back against the headrest. He had helped a lot of friends through break ups, bloody hell he had been through enough himself. It usually meant a lot of male bonding over copious amounts of alcohol and assurances that women don’t know what they want. But this was a whole different situation…and Sean had to admit he didn’t know why it was different.
Finally he cursed, “Damn it! The bloody Hobbit was right,” as he turned his car towards Viggo’s street, “how the hell did the little Scots git get so wise all of a sudden?” He had to put his own anger and confusion aside and make sure his friend was okay.
By the time Sean pulled into Viggo’s drive he had run a dozen opening lines through his head and discarded them all. The lights were on in a couple of the rooms so at least he knew Viggo had made it home okay.
Sean hesitated before he got out of the car unsure of the reception he would receive, but chided himself for his cowardice and walked toward the front door. He was about to knock when he realized that the door was slightly ajar. “Bloody typical Viggo”, he thought as he stepped into the entry hall and called Viggo’s name. No answer.
Sean made his way through to the lounge room and continued on to the makeshift studio. He knew this room was a frequent refuge when Viggo was feeling overwhelmed by the daily insanity of the ‘Rings circus’. Sean had also spent many hours sprawled on the couch (after clearing it of books and papers) reading or chatting while Viggo painted. He marveled at Viggo’s penchant for collecting all manner of junk and these ‘found objects’ created their own still life filling every available space around the room. Sean slumped against the doorframe and sighed, however full the room was there was still no Viggo. The kitchen offered a similar result, although Sean noticed an empty brown paper bag thrown on the floor.
Sean wondered if Viggo had simply gone to bed and forgotten about the lights. He made his way up the stairs and gently knocked on the door. When he heard no sound coming from inside the room Sean leant his forehead against the door and debated his next move. For some reason Sean found it difficult to open the door to Viggo’s bedroom. Despite his familiarity with the house he had never actually been in Viggo’s room. He slid his hand slowly across the wood until it rested on the doorknob, again he hesitated. Sean took a breath and pushed the door open and whispered, “Vig, are you asleep?” No answer.
The room was dark so Sean waited until his eyes adjusted to the low light before making his way carefully to the bed. Even though his sight grew accustomed to the glow of the near full moon Sean tripped over a range of items strewn across the floor. By the time he made it to the bed he could see it was rumpled, but empty. He felt like he was invading Viggo’s privacy by being in his room amongst his books, photographs, dirty clothes and clutter, but now he was in the room he couldn’t bring himself to leave. It was as if he was surrounded by Viggo without him actually being there.
Sean’s stomach knotted as he sat on the edge of the bed. He flicked on the bedside lamp and picked up a small bundle of photographs. The photos chronicled their life on set; Lij asleep leaning on his ever faithful Sam, Billy and Dom arguing over who had the biggest feet, the elf wrapping his arms around a reluctant Gandalf, there was even one of Sean in full Boromir regalia having a sneaky smoke between takes. They were all there except the photographer. Sean suddenly missed Viggo. He ran his hand over the cold sheet smoothing some of the wrinkles, looked around the chaos of Viggo’s room and said to no one, “Where the hell are you mate?”
tbc
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Sometimes 2/9
Date: 2004-01-07 10:09 am (UTC)