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Title: No Distance Left To Run
Author: [livejournal.com profile] clocks
Pairing: Viggo/Sean
Rating: PG
Warning: Angst, man.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, this is all fiction.
Feedback: Would be salivated upon like Homer over a box of donuts
Summary: Sean just wants Viggo to be happy.
Archiving: Rugbytackling, others please ask, thanks!
Notes: I'm supposed to be working on 'Transatlanticism 2' but this fic hijacked my brain. Inspired by the song 'You Could Be Happy' by Snow Patrol. There are two more parts coming up, but this one can be read as a standalone. I'll link everything up once it's done.



NO DISTANCE LEFT TO RUN



Sean is in Idaho. Viggo doesn't know, and for the first time, Sean wants it to stay that way. Besides, Viggo might not even be in town. It doesn't matter that he's driven by Viggo's ranch three times, or that he's stopped by the tiny art store in Boise where Viggo bought him his first painting. Sean remembers it well. A painting of an Idaho cornfield, identical to the very same one a few days before where they were running and laughing in before they collapsed somewhere to kiss, then made love and watched the sunset together.

Sean has to stop by the roadside because the tears are blurring his vision.

The good memories are easy to recall, the bad ones even more so. The days before the break-up were pregnant with silences, tension, heartache. Viggo's last words to him - "But you can't love someone you don't know anymore," - were almost inaudible as he walked out the door with the potted plant - Bernard - a duffel bag and plane tickets back to LA.

Were they really that different, that distant? Did one entire year pass before Sean realised he'd met up with Viggo only six times?

He doesn't know what Viggo is up to now, although Orli keeps tabs and updates him every now and then with a phone call. He likes to think that Viggo is maybe happier, free from heartbreak. It hurts to think that someone could be happier if you weren't in their life, but it's something Sean wants for Viggo. Right now, it is the only thing Sean can give him.

It doesn't matter that Sean was the happiest he had ever been when Viggo was in close proximity, both of them cackling over some daft joke only they could understand, or debating the merits of English versus South American footie. It doesn't matter now, because he isn't holding Viggo back, and Viggo can maybe find someone who loves him the way he deserves, who doesn't chide him for not screwing the toothpaste cap back on and leaving the remote control in its right place.

Sean starts the car again and wipes his damp eyes with shaking hands. The sun is setting, and maybe tomorrow when Sean heads back to London, he might feel better, and perhaps move the cornfield painting from his bedroom to his attic. It probably won't help in the slightest, but at least it will make it easier for Sean to lie to himself.


THE END

Date: 2006-10-01 06:59 pm (UTC)
makamu: (poet at heart by liars_dance)
From: [personal profile] makamu
I love the writing style in this piece. Because your choice of imagery and words underlines Sean's regret so very well. What is worst for me, in terms of reader response, is that there is no fault in his logic that I can see.

Except the fact he knows he is lying to himself, which makes me hope the painting stays where it is because I firmly believe there might still be hope... Yes, I am an uncurable optimist :)

Date: 2006-10-01 07:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jubeth-00.livejournal.com
This was so sad but so beautiful. It fits well with my mood as I am in the mood to read something angsty and painful. Thanks for posting.

Date: 2006-10-01 07:15 pm (UTC)
ext_29523: JW Waterhouse's Miranda (Default)
From: [identity profile] ribby.livejournal.com
Oh, ouch! Poor Sean! And now I have this urge to thwap Viggo... which may not be quite fair. *grin*

But your writing here is gorgeous, so full of missed opportunities and pain at the little things... and Sean's not fooling anyone but himself (and probably not that, either). Lovely... but can I hope for a happy ending?

~Kris

Date: 2006-10-01 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painted-horse.livejournal.com
Beautiful, but oh - that hurts! Poor Sean! And yet, sometimes it is that way in relationships that you see no other chance but an "out". And sometims it's a chance for a new "in". I love your style, I read it and I'm there. Thank you!

Date: 2006-10-01 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] caras-galadhon.livejournal.com
NoooOOOOooooo! Ack. Poor Sean. This is very, very sad, and so final, too. *sigh* I'm curious what happened, and so sad that Sean believes he held Viggo back. Aaargh. Well done.

Date: 2006-10-01 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] illiadri.livejournal.com
I was actually sitting here listening to the Snow Patrol album when this showed up on my flist. It's so an album packed with writing triggers, but also personal triggers too, or maybe that's just me?! It's a great angsty soundtrack to life though.

I loved this. I've done the 'visit the scene of the crime and pray not to be caught while praying to be caught at the same time after a relationship' thing before now. Nope, it doesn't help.

Right now, it is the only thing Sean can give him.
*loves the big strong (dumb) manly man*

I read in the comments there's more to come? I'm all for the schmoopy third chapter. I love angst, but with a happy ending most of all!

Date: 2006-10-01 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] msdavidwenham.livejournal.com
*TEARS* poor Sean and Viggo.

Date: 2006-10-01 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
Glad to hear that there are other parts to come and a chance for these characters to be reconciled. Particularly strong sense of a detailed backstory conveyed in a very few words.
Thanks for posting.

Date: 2006-10-02 01:54 am (UTC)
seleneheart: (fine bean)
From: [personal profile] seleneheart
Beautiful piece, although a heartbreaking look at the aftermath of a love affair and the ways we try to move on.

Date: 2006-10-02 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] govi20.livejournal.com
Powerful, beautiful and very sad. You've done a wonderful job in saying a lot in not too many words. I am glad there will be a happy ending though...

Date: 2006-10-02 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lab-jazz.livejournal.com
A beautiful sad story..poor men and their inability to communicate. I feel sorry for Sean, but sometimes we just have to move on. But I'm glad that you have implied that there will be a happy ending :)

Date: 2006-10-02 10:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rotpunkt.livejournal.com
Oh... I can so feel his sadness. Beautifully written.

Date: 2006-10-02 11:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mooms.livejournal.com
When I read this, before reading your comments, I saw it as a stand-alone piece and thought that you had pitched it just perfectly. It is so sad, but seems to hold a lot of truth about the nature of relationships and break-downs in communication. I am a sucker for a happy ending, though and admit that I am pleased we will hear Vig'a POV and that there will be a reconciliation.

Date: 2006-10-02 06:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brigantine.livejournal.com
The irony is painful - obviously Sean cares deeply about what's best for Viggo, which is why he's staying away, even though *he's* happier when Vig's around. Argh!

This part is fine just left on its own, but I confess I'm glad there are a couple of other parts coming along. Loves us a (hopefully) happy ending, we does. ;)

Date: 2006-10-03 12:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
"The good memories are easy to recall, the bad ones even more so."

A lovely sad, sort of Autumn-time piece of writing . . . it came over very well.

I love the idea that they all keep tabs on each other, so no one of them will ever escape the care of the others . . . but it made me yearn for happier times for them.

Just lovely.

Date: 2006-10-03 06:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nanathecat.livejournal.com
It's a very suggestive fic, I enjoyed assuming what made them break up: Sean may let of go Viggo for his future, or Viggo may hate to be with Sean anymore, or their circumstances had them choose this ending up... I do love the fic and can't but hope you'll write the sequel of it, maybe in Viggo's POV or in the happy-ending, though the fic is already perfect by itself!

Date: 2006-10-09 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moldava.livejournal.com
Ouch, good to know you're not leaving them like this, even if it means that Transatlanticism stays on the back burner. They belong together.. *see icon*
Jokes apart, this hurts but in a brilliantly written, full of feeling way.
And I love Bernard the potted plant ;)
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