Seeing the Light (5/?)
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vigorliTitle: Seeing the Light
Author: Snow Days
Rating: PG 13 for language and general emotional trauma.
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: When Orlando is diagnosed with an incurable, but treatable, disease, he loses all hope and love of life. Can Viggo help him see the path he strayed from? OB/VM
Feedback: Of course.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Not pretending it did. Don’t know anyone featured in this story, complete fiction, just for fun, etc. Also, I don’t have this disease, and any symptoms are researched, not experienced. I’m sorry if I hurt anybody with this material.
Orlando had lain awake the night before, thinking about what he had said to the hobbits, his friends. He had known that it was rude, and though his friends were way out of line, the intent was still good. He had resolved to make it up to them the next time he saw them.
Now he was anxiously biting his nails at the Lothlorien set, waiting for the best moment to say it. The hobbits were involved in a conversation with Peter, who was telling them what to do in this scene. As soon as he’s finished, Orli thought to himself, as soon as he’s finished.
There was a general nodding amongst all five, then Peter went off to talk to one of the writers and the hobbits were left free. Orlando took a deep breath. It was time.
He stood up from the chair he’d been sitting on and made his way over. The hobbits turned as he made his way over, and Elijah had opened his mouth to say something, but Orlando interrupted him. “I’m sorry for what I said last night,” he said quietly. “It was wrong and rude, and I’ll understand if you don’t accept this.”
Orlando looked up as a small smile played across Dom’s face. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?” he muttered. “Since you spent so long planning your speech, I guess we’ll have to accept it.”
Billy smacked him on the arm. “It’s got nothing to do with that,” he said. “It’s the fact that we were going to forgive it anyway – and forget, if you hadn’t brought it up.”
Orlando smiled slightly. “So… we’re good now?”
“Tell you what,” said Elijah. “There’s a new club I wanted to check out. You coming?”
Orlando smiled shyly and nodded, not really knowing how to react to this unexpected turn of events. He had expected the hobbits to rant, rave, and tell him to get out of their lives, or something to that effect. He never expected them to actually accept him.
“Hey, Orli,” said Sean. “We get it. It’s cool. Now come out with us.”
Orlando smiled again, this time without the shy look, and nodded.
Everybody was in their element today, and the break for lunch was one big party. Orlando was busy munching of a red apple when Viggo sat next to him. Uttering a slightly corny sounding, “Hey”, the older man proceeded to dig into his sandwich with an enthusiasm that Orlando found somewhat confusing.
“What’s got you so happy?” he asked, apple forgotten.
Viggo looked at him and smiled. “Oh, nothing. I see you made up with the hobbits.”
“Well, yeah,” said Orlando, ignoring the fact that Vig must have been watching them a little too closely to be considered strictly normal. “We’re going out together tonight. You want to come?”
Viggo smiled inwardly. This was exactly what he had wanted. Outwardly, he adopted a look of slight contemplation. “I don’t think I’m busy.”
“Great!” cried Orlando. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
Viggo ignored the feeling of success as the conversation moved on to more mundane topics.
***********
True to the word he had given himself, Viggo did not do anything to show his true feelings for Orli that night. He only drank two beers, afraid that he might say or do something to give away his feelings. Not until Orli did.
Over the next few weeks, Orlando found that living with the disease was easier than he had first thought. It really wasn’t that different to what his life had been like before. He tired more easily, which was nothing he couldn’t handle, and he had discovered a patch of darker skin on his chest one day, but that disappeared within a week, and since it was on his chest, nobody needed to know.
The night the shooting for Helm’s Deep began, spirits were high. The thought of staying up all night shooting a battle scene had some sort of appeal to the cast and crew, and though all knew it would get to be tiresome, it was good to start off on a positive note. Men and women were drinking coffee by the bucketload, knowing they were going to have to work at high energy for several hours to film even a few seconds of this battle.
Orlando was one of those who was absorbed in the coffee cup. He had tried to take the rare day off today to sleep, but his body had other ideas, and so he had been up all day, mostly watching TV and trying not to get nervous as he thought of the weeks to come. Now he was paying for it, as his body clock was firmly insisting it was time to wind down, and his somewhat weakened stomach was protesting the amount of coffee forced into it. He didn’t care. He could handle slight nausea.
Finally, the discussion between Peter and Fran finished, and the call was made to get into position. Talk quieted as an atmosphere of taking on something huge filled the area. The rain machines were switched on, but even that didn’t dampen the spirits as the cameras started rolling.
***********
By the time they finally finished the first shoot for Helm’s Deep at around five o’clock in the morning (Peter, typically, had not wanted to finish at all, but had been forced by the sun), Orlando was feeling extremely sorry for himself. So, by the look of it, was everybody else. His stomach was rebelling strongly now, and he had skipped the food at “lunch” to go off and vomit, not that anybody else knew. He wouldn’t stand for Vig’s overprotectiveness anymore. He just wanted to go home, curl up and sleep.
That was exactly what happened. He ignored any conversation directed his way by his friends and make up artist, didn’t hear Peter calling after him about a possible script rewrite, just made his way home in a daze, barely making it to the bedroom before he collapsed, fully clothed, on top of the blankets.
***********
Author: Snow Days
Rating: PG 13 for language and general emotional trauma.
Pairing: OB/VM
Summary: When Orlando is diagnosed with an incurable, but treatable, disease, he loses all hope and love of life. Can Viggo help him see the path he strayed from? OB/VM
Feedback: Of course.
Disclaimer: Never happened. Not pretending it did. Don’t know anyone featured in this story, complete fiction, just for fun, etc. Also, I don’t have this disease, and any symptoms are researched, not experienced. I’m sorry if I hurt anybody with this material.
Orlando had lain awake the night before, thinking about what he had said to the hobbits, his friends. He had known that it was rude, and though his friends were way out of line, the intent was still good. He had resolved to make it up to them the next time he saw them.
Now he was anxiously biting his nails at the Lothlorien set, waiting for the best moment to say it. The hobbits were involved in a conversation with Peter, who was telling them what to do in this scene. As soon as he’s finished, Orli thought to himself, as soon as he’s finished.
There was a general nodding amongst all five, then Peter went off to talk to one of the writers and the hobbits were left free. Orlando took a deep breath. It was time.
He stood up from the chair he’d been sitting on and made his way over. The hobbits turned as he made his way over, and Elijah had opened his mouth to say something, but Orlando interrupted him. “I’m sorry for what I said last night,” he said quietly. “It was wrong and rude, and I’ll understand if you don’t accept this.”
Orlando looked up as a small smile played across Dom’s face. “Where’d you learn to talk like that?” he muttered. “Since you spent so long planning your speech, I guess we’ll have to accept it.”
Billy smacked him on the arm. “It’s got nothing to do with that,” he said. “It’s the fact that we were going to forgive it anyway – and forget, if you hadn’t brought it up.”
Orlando smiled slightly. “So… we’re good now?”
“Tell you what,” said Elijah. “There’s a new club I wanted to check out. You coming?”
Orlando smiled shyly and nodded, not really knowing how to react to this unexpected turn of events. He had expected the hobbits to rant, rave, and tell him to get out of their lives, or something to that effect. He never expected them to actually accept him.
“Hey, Orli,” said Sean. “We get it. It’s cool. Now come out with us.”
Orlando smiled again, this time without the shy look, and nodded.
Everybody was in their element today, and the break for lunch was one big party. Orlando was busy munching of a red apple when Viggo sat next to him. Uttering a slightly corny sounding, “Hey”, the older man proceeded to dig into his sandwich with an enthusiasm that Orlando found somewhat confusing.
“What’s got you so happy?” he asked, apple forgotten.
Viggo looked at him and smiled. “Oh, nothing. I see you made up with the hobbits.”
“Well, yeah,” said Orlando, ignoring the fact that Vig must have been watching them a little too closely to be considered strictly normal. “We’re going out together tonight. You want to come?”
Viggo smiled inwardly. This was exactly what he had wanted. Outwardly, he adopted a look of slight contemplation. “I don’t think I’m busy.”
“Great!” cried Orlando. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
Viggo ignored the feeling of success as the conversation moved on to more mundane topics.
***********
True to the word he had given himself, Viggo did not do anything to show his true feelings for Orli that night. He only drank two beers, afraid that he might say or do something to give away his feelings. Not until Orli did.
Over the next few weeks, Orlando found that living with the disease was easier than he had first thought. It really wasn’t that different to what his life had been like before. He tired more easily, which was nothing he couldn’t handle, and he had discovered a patch of darker skin on his chest one day, but that disappeared within a week, and since it was on his chest, nobody needed to know.
The night the shooting for Helm’s Deep began, spirits were high. The thought of staying up all night shooting a battle scene had some sort of appeal to the cast and crew, and though all knew it would get to be tiresome, it was good to start off on a positive note. Men and women were drinking coffee by the bucketload, knowing they were going to have to work at high energy for several hours to film even a few seconds of this battle.
Orlando was one of those who was absorbed in the coffee cup. He had tried to take the rare day off today to sleep, but his body had other ideas, and so he had been up all day, mostly watching TV and trying not to get nervous as he thought of the weeks to come. Now he was paying for it, as his body clock was firmly insisting it was time to wind down, and his somewhat weakened stomach was protesting the amount of coffee forced into it. He didn’t care. He could handle slight nausea.
Finally, the discussion between Peter and Fran finished, and the call was made to get into position. Talk quieted as an atmosphere of taking on something huge filled the area. The rain machines were switched on, but even that didn’t dampen the spirits as the cameras started rolling.
***********
By the time they finally finished the first shoot for Helm’s Deep at around five o’clock in the morning (Peter, typically, had not wanted to finish at all, but had been forced by the sun), Orlando was feeling extremely sorry for himself. So, by the look of it, was everybody else. His stomach was rebelling strongly now, and he had skipped the food at “lunch” to go off and vomit, not that anybody else knew. He wouldn’t stand for Vig’s overprotectiveness anymore. He just wanted to go home, curl up and sleep.
That was exactly what happened. He ignored any conversation directed his way by his friends and make up artist, didn’t hear Peter calling after him about a possible script rewrite, just made his way home in a daze, barely making it to the bedroom before he collapsed, fully clothed, on top of the blankets.
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Date: 2009-04-27 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-28 09:26 pm (UTC)This fic is keeping me on tenterhooks, the worst is yet to come true? Poor Orlando, I hope you realize that needs to Viggo and he loves to the point of hiding her feelings for him.
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Date: 2009-04-29 11:57 am (UTC)