What’s Simple Is True 1/5?
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rugbytackleTitle: What’s Simple Is True
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: N/A
Feedback: Would love it
Website: http://www.lordsofgondor.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sairalinde/
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly, deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: Rugbytackling, OEAM, SL, LOM, GO, Others ask.
Summary/Notes: Viggo is in an accident and Sean drops everything to take care of him. “That man is obviously head over heels for you. I have lots of very close friends, Mr. Mortensen. Friends I have had since childhood and they wouldn’t put their life on hold just to take care of me for an entire month or more. Just an observation.”
This has been on my HD since January and I've re-written it 3 times! It was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarnished_raven's last fic The Color of Roses that inspired me to wrap this one up.
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Sean was sitting on the couch in his living room reading over a script his agent had sent him when the phone rang.
“Hallo.”
“Sean? It’s Henry.” A shaky voice said on the other end.
”Henry? What…” Before Sean could finish the boy interrupted him.
“Sean it, its Dad…uh…it’s not too bad, well, I mean not according to the doctors but…” Henry began rambling.
Sean quickly became concerned and sat up straighter. “What is it, Henry? What doctor? What’s wrong with Viggo?” Sean asked preparing himself for the worst.
“He’s been in an accident. He’s going to be fine they say, but still…Sean you were the first person Dad asked for. The doctors say he will be alright…but it’s still bad.” Henry said rambling so fast Sean couldn’t catch all of it and the boy was even repeating himself at times.
“Ok. Henry go back to the beginning, lad. Take a deep breath, slow down, calm down, and tell me everything before my bloody heart jumps out of my chest, ok?” Sean asked sitting back and taking a deep breath himself trying to calm his breathing.
“Dad was supposed to come pick me up at a friend’s house. He was stopped at a stop sign and a drunk driver rammed into him, actually shoved his car into the car next to his. They just brought him back from surgery.” Henry explained.
“Surgery?” Sean asked barely able to form the word.
“His leg was broken in two places and they had to do surgery on it. He’s ok, asleep now, but he asked for you, a couple times before he went into surgery.” Henry explained.
“I’ll be on the next flight to L.A., Henry. Tell you’re Mom for me.” Sean said quickly already walking over to his address book on his desk to get his travel agent’s number.
After he hung up with Henry he called his travel agent.
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When Sean arrived at the hospital the next morning he hadn’t even changed clothes just went straight from the airport. Henry saw him when he walked onto the floor to ask where Viggo’s room was.
“Sean!” Henry called running toward him and throwing his arms around him. Christ the boy had grown!
“Henry! You’re so tall!” Sean said giving the boy a big hug.
“Yeah, growth spurt. Dad’s awake…giving the nurses hell too.” Henry explained with a grin.
“I bet he is.” Sean said laughing. “So he’s doing alright, really?”
“Yeah… He’s doing much better than last night. Pretty banged up, a little out of it from the drugs and been ranting about drunk drivers for a few hours now..” Henry said shaking his head.
Sean laughed. That was a very good sign.
Sean took a deep breath and headed for the room. He opened the door and stepped inside. Viggo was hooked up to a blood pressure monitor and an IV. His leg was in a cast, and his arm was in a sling and he looked like someone had beaten the hell out of him. He looked so small in the bed that it made Sean’s heart twist in his chest. This could have been so much worse. He kept thinking.
“Two black eyes as well?” Sean asked crossing the room.
“Air bag…Sean? Oh God when did you get here?” Viggo asked excitedly.
“Just now.” Sean answered.
“But how…when…”Viggo started.
“Henry called me last night, I caught the first flight out that I could.” Sean explained.
“But why? I mean I’m glad you’re here but why did he call you?” Viggo asked curiously.
“Well, he said you were asking for me. Before the surgery. You were probably out of your skull from pain or drugs or both but the boy was worried and called me. So here I am.” Sean said sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
“Fuck. I don’t remember that, but I guess if Henry says that I asked for you then I guess I did.” Viggo said shaking his head. “I don’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning either so there ya go. Man you look rough.” Viggo said reaching out and patting Sean on the knee.
“Me? Well you aren’t exactly rosy sunshine yourself, Vig. What the fuck hit you a tank?” Sean asked with a smirk.
“A fucking drunk driver in a pick up truck.” Viggo explained.
“So broken leg and two black eyes…lets see what’s with the sling?” Sean asked assessing his friends injuries.
“Dislocated shoulder.” Viggo answered with a slight frown.
“And the surgery on your leg went well?” Sean asked looking down at the cast.
“Yeah…it broke in two places below the knee and they had to put a couple pins in. They put the cast all the way up to keep it immobile for a while. They said I can get out of here in a few days but that I will need help at home.” Viggo explained. “Guess I will need to hire a nurse or something.”
“A nurse?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, not exactly happy about that.” Viggo said frowning. Sean knew how much Viggo liked his privacy and knew his friend wouldn’t be too keen on having some stranger taking care of him.
“What about me?” Sean asked.
“I don’t think you need a nurse.” Viggo teased.
“Har, har I meant what about I take care of you?” Sean asked.
“Sean, that’s ridiculous they said it might be a month or more before I am 100% again. I can’t ask you to give up a month of your life to take care of me.” Viggo protested.
“Nonsense! I have nothing better to do with my time right now, I’m between projects and quite bored if you must know. I had been thinking about coming out to visit you anyway…this way at least I have a good reason for mooching off you.” Sean said with a smile.
“I am not sure you know what you are getting yourself into here. I am not exactly the best patient in the world, just ask the folks here.” Viggo said shaking his head.
“I think I can tolerate you. Either that or I’ll just lock you in your bedroom.” Sean said with an evil grin.
A few days later Sean was at Viggo’s house getting it ready for him to come home soon.
He had cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned some more. It wasn’t filthy but it was cluttered, just like Viggo’s mind. Sean thought. Viggo wouldn’t be able to maneuver around the house in his wheel chair with all that clutter so Sean decided he had to clean and rearrange things.
He also moved all of his clothes into the guest bedroom just down the hall from Viggo’s room. The only thing worrying Sean was going to be bath time. How the fuck was he going to help him with that? Well he knew the mechanics of it, but how was he going to do it without embarrassing them both?
Elijah and Dom showed up that afternoon and helped him move the furniture around so Viggo’s wheelchair could fit around them without bumping anything.
“Sean, are you sure you can handle him all on your own? I mean maybe a nurse to help out sometimes might not be a bad idea.” Elijah suggested as they sat in the kitchen drinking water after moving the couch that seemed to weigh a ton.
“Viggo isn’t too keen on having some stranger taking care of him. He’s pretty miserable at the hospital, and it’s going to take every bit of cajoling from me and the doctor to get him to accept the therapist.” Sean explained wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve.
“I guess I would be the same way.” Dom piped up then, “But you know Sean, you are going to have to bathe him right?”
Sean choked on his water and Elijah laughed so hard he turned red in the face.
“Sorry…sorry that was just an image well uh…anyway.” Elijah said clearing his throat.
Sean laughed too. “Yeah that one I have been sort of worrying myself over too.”
“Why haven’t you just told him how you feel?” Elijah asked.
“Elijah, if Viggo hasn’t figured it out by now what with Sean giving up his life for a month to come take care of him, the man is never going to get it even if Sean throws himself into his lap and kisses him senseless I think.” Dom said shaking his head.
Sean couldn’t help but laugh even though it did hurt. “He is pretty dense.”
“Oh Sean, I think he feels the same way you do. The two of you just need to talk it out. Really. I mean he did ask for you, right?” Elijah asked.
“Yeah…though he has no memory of it.” Sean said getting up and setting his glass in the sink.
Sean had been wondering about that as well. Had Henry made that up? Viggo didn’t recall asking for him but Henry said he did.
After Elijah and Dom left Sean set about cleaning the kitchen and then he glanced at the clock and decided it was time to get ready to head for the hospital to visit Viggo. He took a shower and then went and picked Henry up from his friends house where he had gone after school. He and Henry had been spending quite a bit of time together since he arrived. Xene was very busy with a project she was working on and Viggo was supposed to be taking care of Henry. The car accident didn’t exactly play into their plans.
“Dad is going to be so surprised by all the flowers and cards everyone has sent. He has no clue how many people love him.” Henry said in the car excitedly after Sean told him about all the deliveries that had been coming in both at the house and the hospital.
“Yeah, no clue at all.” Sean said shaking his head and changing lanes to head toward the hospital. He wished that he could tell Viggo exactly how he loved him, course right now Viggo couldn’t possibly kick his arse up over his ears but he couldn’t risk his friendship. Not now, and not ever.
TBC
Author: Sairalinde
Type: RPS
Pairing: Viggo/Sean B.
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None this time. Blame it all on me!
Warning: N/A
Feedback: Would love it
Website: http://www.lordsofgondor.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sairalinde/
Disclaimer: This never happened...this is total fiction. Viggo and Sean are incredibly, deliciously real but sadly I can make no claims on them. This was written in fun that's all.
Archiving: Rugbytackling, OEAM, SL, LOM, GO, Others ask.
Summary/Notes: Viggo is in an accident and Sean drops everything to take care of him. “That man is obviously head over heels for you. I have lots of very close friends, Mr. Mortensen. Friends I have had since childhood and they wouldn’t put their life on hold just to take care of me for an entire month or more. Just an observation.”
This has been on my HD since January and I've re-written it 3 times! It was
tarnished_raven's last fic The Color of Roses that inspired me to wrap this one up. ---------------------------------------------------------------
Sean was sitting on the couch in his living room reading over a script his agent had sent him when the phone rang.
“Hallo.”
“Sean? It’s Henry.” A shaky voice said on the other end.
”Henry? What…” Before Sean could finish the boy interrupted him.
“Sean it, its Dad…uh…it’s not too bad, well, I mean not according to the doctors but…” Henry began rambling.
Sean quickly became concerned and sat up straighter. “What is it, Henry? What doctor? What’s wrong with Viggo?” Sean asked preparing himself for the worst.
“He’s been in an accident. He’s going to be fine they say, but still…Sean you were the first person Dad asked for. The doctors say he will be alright…but it’s still bad.” Henry said rambling so fast Sean couldn’t catch all of it and the boy was even repeating himself at times.
“Ok. Henry go back to the beginning, lad. Take a deep breath, slow down, calm down, and tell me everything before my bloody heart jumps out of my chest, ok?” Sean asked sitting back and taking a deep breath himself trying to calm his breathing.
“Dad was supposed to come pick me up at a friend’s house. He was stopped at a stop sign and a drunk driver rammed into him, actually shoved his car into the car next to his. They just brought him back from surgery.” Henry explained.
“Surgery?” Sean asked barely able to form the word.
“His leg was broken in two places and they had to do surgery on it. He’s ok, asleep now, but he asked for you, a couple times before he went into surgery.” Henry explained.
“I’ll be on the next flight to L.A., Henry. Tell you’re Mom for me.” Sean said quickly already walking over to his address book on his desk to get his travel agent’s number.
After he hung up with Henry he called his travel agent.
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When Sean arrived at the hospital the next morning he hadn’t even changed clothes just went straight from the airport. Henry saw him when he walked onto the floor to ask where Viggo’s room was.
“Sean!” Henry called running toward him and throwing his arms around him. Christ the boy had grown!
“Henry! You’re so tall!” Sean said giving the boy a big hug.
“Yeah, growth spurt. Dad’s awake…giving the nurses hell too.” Henry explained with a grin.
“I bet he is.” Sean said laughing. “So he’s doing alright, really?”
“Yeah… He’s doing much better than last night. Pretty banged up, a little out of it from the drugs and been ranting about drunk drivers for a few hours now..” Henry said shaking his head.
Sean laughed. That was a very good sign.
Sean took a deep breath and headed for the room. He opened the door and stepped inside. Viggo was hooked up to a blood pressure monitor and an IV. His leg was in a cast, and his arm was in a sling and he looked like someone had beaten the hell out of him. He looked so small in the bed that it made Sean’s heart twist in his chest. This could have been so much worse. He kept thinking.
“Two black eyes as well?” Sean asked crossing the room.
“Air bag…Sean? Oh God when did you get here?” Viggo asked excitedly.
“Just now.” Sean answered.
“But how…when…”Viggo started.
“Henry called me last night, I caught the first flight out that I could.” Sean explained.
“But why? I mean I’m glad you’re here but why did he call you?” Viggo asked curiously.
“Well, he said you were asking for me. Before the surgery. You were probably out of your skull from pain or drugs or both but the boy was worried and called me. So here I am.” Sean said sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
“Fuck. I don’t remember that, but I guess if Henry says that I asked for you then I guess I did.” Viggo said shaking his head. “I don’t remember what I ate for breakfast this morning either so there ya go. Man you look rough.” Viggo said reaching out and patting Sean on the knee.
“Me? Well you aren’t exactly rosy sunshine yourself, Vig. What the fuck hit you a tank?” Sean asked with a smirk.
“A fucking drunk driver in a pick up truck.” Viggo explained.
“So broken leg and two black eyes…lets see what’s with the sling?” Sean asked assessing his friends injuries.
“Dislocated shoulder.” Viggo answered with a slight frown.
“And the surgery on your leg went well?” Sean asked looking down at the cast.
“Yeah…it broke in two places below the knee and they had to put a couple pins in. They put the cast all the way up to keep it immobile for a while. They said I can get out of here in a few days but that I will need help at home.” Viggo explained. “Guess I will need to hire a nurse or something.”
“A nurse?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, not exactly happy about that.” Viggo said frowning. Sean knew how much Viggo liked his privacy and knew his friend wouldn’t be too keen on having some stranger taking care of him.
“What about me?” Sean asked.
“I don’t think you need a nurse.” Viggo teased.
“Har, har I meant what about I take care of you?” Sean asked.
“Sean, that’s ridiculous they said it might be a month or more before I am 100% again. I can’t ask you to give up a month of your life to take care of me.” Viggo protested.
“Nonsense! I have nothing better to do with my time right now, I’m between projects and quite bored if you must know. I had been thinking about coming out to visit you anyway…this way at least I have a good reason for mooching off you.” Sean said with a smile.
“I am not sure you know what you are getting yourself into here. I am not exactly the best patient in the world, just ask the folks here.” Viggo said shaking his head.
“I think I can tolerate you. Either that or I’ll just lock you in your bedroom.” Sean said with an evil grin.
A few days later Sean was at Viggo’s house getting it ready for him to come home soon.
He had cleaned, and cleaned, and cleaned some more. It wasn’t filthy but it was cluttered, just like Viggo’s mind. Sean thought. Viggo wouldn’t be able to maneuver around the house in his wheel chair with all that clutter so Sean decided he had to clean and rearrange things.
He also moved all of his clothes into the guest bedroom just down the hall from Viggo’s room. The only thing worrying Sean was going to be bath time. How the fuck was he going to help him with that? Well he knew the mechanics of it, but how was he going to do it without embarrassing them both?
Elijah and Dom showed up that afternoon and helped him move the furniture around so Viggo’s wheelchair could fit around them without bumping anything.
“Sean, are you sure you can handle him all on your own? I mean maybe a nurse to help out sometimes might not be a bad idea.” Elijah suggested as they sat in the kitchen drinking water after moving the couch that seemed to weigh a ton.
“Viggo isn’t too keen on having some stranger taking care of him. He’s pretty miserable at the hospital, and it’s going to take every bit of cajoling from me and the doctor to get him to accept the therapist.” Sean explained wiping his brow with the back of his sleeve.
“I guess I would be the same way.” Dom piped up then, “But you know Sean, you are going to have to bathe him right?”
Sean choked on his water and Elijah laughed so hard he turned red in the face.
“Sorry…sorry that was just an image well uh…anyway.” Elijah said clearing his throat.
Sean laughed too. “Yeah that one I have been sort of worrying myself over too.”
“Why haven’t you just told him how you feel?” Elijah asked.
“Elijah, if Viggo hasn’t figured it out by now what with Sean giving up his life for a month to come take care of him, the man is never going to get it even if Sean throws himself into his lap and kisses him senseless I think.” Dom said shaking his head.
Sean couldn’t help but laugh even though it did hurt. “He is pretty dense.”
“Oh Sean, I think he feels the same way you do. The two of you just need to talk it out. Really. I mean he did ask for you, right?” Elijah asked.
“Yeah…though he has no memory of it.” Sean said getting up and setting his glass in the sink.
Sean had been wondering about that as well. Had Henry made that up? Viggo didn’t recall asking for him but Henry said he did.
After Elijah and Dom left Sean set about cleaning the kitchen and then he glanced at the clock and decided it was time to get ready to head for the hospital to visit Viggo. He took a shower and then went and picked Henry up from his friends house where he had gone after school. He and Henry had been spending quite a bit of time together since he arrived. Xene was very busy with a project she was working on and Viggo was supposed to be taking care of Henry. The car accident didn’t exactly play into their plans.
“Dad is going to be so surprised by all the flowers and cards everyone has sent. He has no clue how many people love him.” Henry said in the car excitedly after Sean told him about all the deliveries that had been coming in both at the house and the hospital.
“Yeah, no clue at all.” Sean said shaking his head and changing lanes to head toward the hospital. He wished that he could tell Viggo exactly how he loved him, course right now Viggo couldn’t possibly kick his arse up over his ears but he couldn’t risk his friendship. Not now, and not ever.
TBC
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Date: 2004-04-15 04:29 am (UTC)Thank you so much...I just posted the second part. :)
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Date: 2004-04-14 10:53 pm (UTC)Lawd, I'd best rethink my manifesto.
Looking forward to rest of this....*cracks whip*
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Date: 2004-04-15 04:31 am (UTC)But it's so much fun as well :)
Looking forward to rest of this....*cracks whip*
*blushes* Thanks...I just posted a little more. Still gotta work on the ending a little more...but I hope I can end it at 5.
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Date: 2004-04-15 04:36 am (UTC)This is lovely.
Date: 2004-04-15 02:56 pm (UTC)Apt, methinks. :)
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Date: 2004-04-15 04:59 pm (UTC)Apt, methinks. :)
More than apt! :) hehehe