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rugbytackleTitle: Sick Sean and the glass of water
Author: Cykie
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Summary: Poor Sean isn’t feeling well
Disclaimer: This is all made-up
Notes: This isn’t very good. It’s just a fun fic I wrote for my best friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clocks as it’s her birthday today :) Happy birthday!!
When men have colds it’s the flu. When men have the flu they’re dying. Well today Sean was dying. But, not being Tom Cruise quite yet, he knew that the whole production wouldn’t be put on hold for a day just because he wasn’t well so he somehow managed to drag his shivering form out of bed, slip some clothes on and drive himself to the set. Usually he would sit back and enjoy the view of the New Zealand landscape as he drove to work. In fact it was one of his favourites parts of his long working day. But he was far too busy just concentrating on just getting there in one piece that he didn’t even glance at the heavenly sunrise over the horizon.
By the time his blue motor rolled into the makeshift car park Sean was just about ready for bed again. His nose was blocked, his throat throbbed with pain and his head felt about ready to explode. But he had gotten this far so he might as well do his scenes and, thankfully, it was just Lothlórien. No physical fighting or anything too strenuous. Still, Sean soon discovered that just standing was a problem as he wobbled his way over to his make-up trailer. Cringing at the loud music coming from the hobbits trailer he staggered up the steps to his own and prayed that it would be somewhat quieter inside.
Sean was almost falling asleep in his chair by the time Viggo and Orlando came in. Amy, Sean’s favourite make-up artist, was working on his wig. The soft pulling on his scalp was actually quite relaxing considering the headache he had. She had quickly picked up that he wasn’t feeling his best so didn’t bother to probe him with the usually small talk that she attempted in the mornings.
Orli was being his usual load self, munching on his cornflakes which had become part of his mourning routine, he was cheerfully gossiping with Viggo about who got off with who at the party last night. Sean didn’t attend. He was coughing up his lungs at the time. They both sat down and got pounced on by the make-up girls. At one point Viggo did attempt to speak to Sean but only got grunts, groans and one-word answers in reply.
“Either I’m very boring conversation or something is wrong?” Viggo muttered, eventually realising that this wasn’t normal even for the northern lad who didn’t ‘do’ mornings.
“Dying,” Was the only reply Sean managed to muster.
With a slight laugh and a quiet ‘awww’ Viggo placed his hand on Sean’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “We won’t let you die, don’t worry. It would mess up the film for a start! We’d have to get a whole new Boromir in and re-shoot so many scenes.......”
Viggo was a prick sometimes, Sean mused as he pushed himself out of his chair. Picking up a tissue he blew out as much snot as possible before placing the dirty tissue onto Viggo’s lap as he walked past.
The day didn’t get any better. Various technical problems forced Sean to find a place to sit and wait. He tried to find the quietest place possible but the hobbits soon invented a new game called ‘annoy the sick warrior’. Every now and then one of them would poke him in the chest. If they got a growl they would get a point. Dom was winning when Peter suggested that they all take a break because the problems weren’t going to be fixed for a while. So Sean, and his sore chest, staggered off to find a place away from everyone else where he could lie-down.
Eventually he found a trailer which acted as the first-aid post. It had a couple of beds for sick people. Well Sean was very sick so he decided to take advantage of the nice, warm and silent room. Curling up underneath the blanket he soon realised that he had a temperature so he reluctantly got out again and undressed. He took everything off then crawled back in again and, despite not being-able to breathe awfully well, he drifted off to sleep.
What felt like a very short time later he was woken up by Fran, who informed him that the problems were sorted out so if he wanted to grab himself a drink they’d be filming in a short while. Sean nodded, trying to take all that information into his misty mind. After she left he just about managed to drag himself out of bed. He still had a slight fever and his throat was dry, so he decided that some water would be a good idea about now. Blowing a barrage of snot from his nose again he left the trailer and headed over to the marquee where everyone was sitting and grabbing a bite to eat before filming started again.
Sean waddled in and almost immediately caught the attention of a few extras sipping coffee at a nearby table. They looked in shock at the sick Boromir who was heading into the food area. They couldn’t keep their eyes off him as he walked straight past them. The reaction of some of the crew wasn’t so silent. At first they looked in amazement as Sean headed past them but then they whispered and giggled, especially the females.
Standing in the queue Sean did pick up a few strange looks which he was getting from his fellow Lord of the Rings team but he was too ill to really bother wondering why they were staring at him. So he just shrugged it off and tried to get his sick mind to work as he walked past the food and went to the water jugs. He was so weak that he could hardly pour himself a cup of water and, when the hobbit actors suddenly burst out into a roar of laughter, he almost dropped it. Taking a sip of his drink he was really starting to get fed-up with the stares when Viggo suddenly appeared at his side.
"Ummmm Sean......."
"What?"
Slipping off his large Aragorn coat he put it on Sean’s shoulders. In the best voice Sean could muster, considering all his sinuses were so blocked up he could hardly speak, he tried to shrug the coat off.
"Bugger off, Diggo."
But Viggo was persistent and put it back over Sean again. Sean became more and more annoyed as Viggo tried to usher him away. But then he realised that Viggo’s warm body actually seemed quite comforting when Sean’s fever yet again started to turn into the shivers. Putting his arm around his best friend, Viggo slowly led Sean out of the astonished food area and took him back to the first-aid trailer. Filming was about to start but Viggo was sure he could talk Pete into letting Sean lie down until they absolutely needed him for a shot. It was the least he could do. Sean would look after him if he was ill......after having a good laugh first.
"Thanks, Dig." Sean sighed as he slipped back underneath he blankets and closed his eyes again.
"No problem. Get some more sleep."
Viggo sat on the floor for a while, waiting for his blond friend to fall back to sleep. Once he had he placed a soft kiss on his forehead. One day he will tell him about his feelings for the man but now really isn’t the right time. Getting up Viggo was about to set off to go and talk to Pete when he quickly scanned the room for Sean’s costume. When he comes back to wake Sean up, he’ll make sure that he puts his clothes on this time.
Author: Cykie
Rating: PG
Pairing: SB/VM
Summary: Poor Sean isn’t feeling well
Disclaimer: This is all made-up
Notes: This isn’t very good. It’s just a fun fic I wrote for my best friend
clocks as it’s her birthday today :) Happy birthday!!When men have colds it’s the flu. When men have the flu they’re dying. Well today Sean was dying. But, not being Tom Cruise quite yet, he knew that the whole production wouldn’t be put on hold for a day just because he wasn’t well so he somehow managed to drag his shivering form out of bed, slip some clothes on and drive himself to the set. Usually he would sit back and enjoy the view of the New Zealand landscape as he drove to work. In fact it was one of his favourites parts of his long working day. But he was far too busy just concentrating on just getting there in one piece that he didn’t even glance at the heavenly sunrise over the horizon.
By the time his blue motor rolled into the makeshift car park Sean was just about ready for bed again. His nose was blocked, his throat throbbed with pain and his head felt about ready to explode. But he had gotten this far so he might as well do his scenes and, thankfully, it was just Lothlórien. No physical fighting or anything too strenuous. Still, Sean soon discovered that just standing was a problem as he wobbled his way over to his make-up trailer. Cringing at the loud music coming from the hobbits trailer he staggered up the steps to his own and prayed that it would be somewhat quieter inside.
Sean was almost falling asleep in his chair by the time Viggo and Orlando came in. Amy, Sean’s favourite make-up artist, was working on his wig. The soft pulling on his scalp was actually quite relaxing considering the headache he had. She had quickly picked up that he wasn’t feeling his best so didn’t bother to probe him with the usually small talk that she attempted in the mornings.
Orli was being his usual load self, munching on his cornflakes which had become part of his mourning routine, he was cheerfully gossiping with Viggo about who got off with who at the party last night. Sean didn’t attend. He was coughing up his lungs at the time. They both sat down and got pounced on by the make-up girls. At one point Viggo did attempt to speak to Sean but only got grunts, groans and one-word answers in reply.
“Either I’m very boring conversation or something is wrong?” Viggo muttered, eventually realising that this wasn’t normal even for the northern lad who didn’t ‘do’ mornings.
“Dying,” Was the only reply Sean managed to muster.
With a slight laugh and a quiet ‘awww’ Viggo placed his hand on Sean’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “We won’t let you die, don’t worry. It would mess up the film for a start! We’d have to get a whole new Boromir in and re-shoot so many scenes.......”
Viggo was a prick sometimes, Sean mused as he pushed himself out of his chair. Picking up a tissue he blew out as much snot as possible before placing the dirty tissue onto Viggo’s lap as he walked past.
The day didn’t get any better. Various technical problems forced Sean to find a place to sit and wait. He tried to find the quietest place possible but the hobbits soon invented a new game called ‘annoy the sick warrior’. Every now and then one of them would poke him in the chest. If they got a growl they would get a point. Dom was winning when Peter suggested that they all take a break because the problems weren’t going to be fixed for a while. So Sean, and his sore chest, staggered off to find a place away from everyone else where he could lie-down.
Eventually he found a trailer which acted as the first-aid post. It had a couple of beds for sick people. Well Sean was very sick so he decided to take advantage of the nice, warm and silent room. Curling up underneath the blanket he soon realised that he had a temperature so he reluctantly got out again and undressed. He took everything off then crawled back in again and, despite not being-able to breathe awfully well, he drifted off to sleep.
What felt like a very short time later he was woken up by Fran, who informed him that the problems were sorted out so if he wanted to grab himself a drink they’d be filming in a short while. Sean nodded, trying to take all that information into his misty mind. After she left he just about managed to drag himself out of bed. He still had a slight fever and his throat was dry, so he decided that some water would be a good idea about now. Blowing a barrage of snot from his nose again he left the trailer and headed over to the marquee where everyone was sitting and grabbing a bite to eat before filming started again.
Sean waddled in and almost immediately caught the attention of a few extras sipping coffee at a nearby table. They looked in shock at the sick Boromir who was heading into the food area. They couldn’t keep their eyes off him as he walked straight past them. The reaction of some of the crew wasn’t so silent. At first they looked in amazement as Sean headed past them but then they whispered and giggled, especially the females.
Standing in the queue Sean did pick up a few strange looks which he was getting from his fellow Lord of the Rings team but he was too ill to really bother wondering why they were staring at him. So he just shrugged it off and tried to get his sick mind to work as he walked past the food and went to the water jugs. He was so weak that he could hardly pour himself a cup of water and, when the hobbit actors suddenly burst out into a roar of laughter, he almost dropped it. Taking a sip of his drink he was really starting to get fed-up with the stares when Viggo suddenly appeared at his side.
"Ummmm Sean......."
"What?"
Slipping off his large Aragorn coat he put it on Sean’s shoulders. In the best voice Sean could muster, considering all his sinuses were so blocked up he could hardly speak, he tried to shrug the coat off.
"Bugger off, Diggo."
But Viggo was persistent and put it back over Sean again. Sean became more and more annoyed as Viggo tried to usher him away. But then he realised that Viggo’s warm body actually seemed quite comforting when Sean’s fever yet again started to turn into the shivers. Putting his arm around his best friend, Viggo slowly led Sean out of the astonished food area and took him back to the first-aid trailer. Filming was about to start but Viggo was sure he could talk Pete into letting Sean lie down until they absolutely needed him for a shot. It was the least he could do. Sean would look after him if he was ill......after having a good laugh first.
"Thanks, Dig." Sean sighed as he slipped back underneath he blankets and closed his eyes again.
"No problem. Get some more sleep."
Viggo sat on the floor for a while, waiting for his blond friend to fall back to sleep. Once he had he placed a soft kiss on his forehead. One day he will tell him about his feelings for the man but now really isn’t the right time. Getting up Viggo was about to set off to go and talk to Pete when he quickly scanned the room for Sean’s costume. When he comes back to wake Sean up, he’ll make sure that he puts his clothes on this time.
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:39 pm (UTC)Thanks again for this lovely fic! It added a lovely touch at the end of a nice birthday. *squishes*
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:44 pm (UTC)And I have a sick mind, cause I love fics where one of the guys is sick and the other caring.
And
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Date: 2005-10-11 03:43 pm (UTC)"Bugger off, Diggo."
*snort*
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Date: 2005-10-12 06:08 pm (UTC)And to answer your icon...I'd kiss it!
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Date: 2005-10-11 05:27 pm (UTC)Teh cuteness!
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Date: 2005-10-11 07:07 pm (UTC)You're right, men having a cold are the plague, but I loved poor sick clueless Sean!
And I loved the secret confession of Viggo at the end.
You really cheered me up after a bad day, thanks!! :)
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Date: 2005-10-11 09:46 pm (UTC)Simply adorable
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