rugbytackle | Killin' Time (2/?)

I think I need someone to help me with this, like beta it for a start. Any Takers?
Nope? Thought Not.

Title: Killin' Time (2/?)
Author: themashylady
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: Gosh darned if I know, Infrequent language so PG?
Summary: None
Disclaimer: *sigh* I don't know these men or make any claims on them.
Warnings: None.
Feedback: Give it to me baby!
Notes: Couldn't be bothered to proof-read, so I put it up as it was.
Lyrics from Killin' Time by Tina Cousins

But I'm just killin' time
since you went away
all I have are memories
and every day they fade
I'm the love you didn't want
the love that couldn't reach
I reminisce on every kiss
and I'm just killin' time

Please note, I know nothing about phone operators in America, I come from England and therefore have used English phone communication speak thingy.

Viggo hummed to himself as he painted, he recognised the tune, but for the life of him couldn't remember what it was called or who it was by.

Frowning, he stepped back from the canvas.

Something wasn't right, the colour maybe, or the brushstroke...yeah, that was it he decided and dipped into the paint again.

The telephone ringing suddenly made him jump, causing the yellow line to smudge into the pink circle.

Well, he thought, with a smile, it looked better that way anyway.

"Hi, Viggo here. Who's calling?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

Checked for a dial tone.

"Hi?"

An inhilation and a sob. Someone was crying at the other end.

"Look, whoever you are..."

"It's me."

He froze.

"Sean?"

"Yeah"

"Sean, what's wrong with you?"

"I..I need..."

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck it Vig"

and he hung up.

"Sean?"

He replaced the phone then picked it back up again and dialled Sean's number, his heart skipping a beat or two.

"The number you have called is busy, please hang up and try again"

What the hell was he gonna do now?

'Jesus, Sean, what happened?' He could picture Sean now, the last time he had seen him, sitting on his couch with such a sad expression on his face. It had made Viggo tear up then, and it did now, in fact, it made him feel physically sick.

TBC...

This is all my muddled brain could come up with. *sigh* I sooooo need a kick up the ass.