Running on Faith - Chapter 11
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vigorliFinally! Back on track. Been a bumpy road lately, but hoping to get back into a regular posting schedule now. Health issues that I have been dealing with for a year now – this time I am facing a multiple sclerosis diagnosis. Lesions on the brain, etc. and I may start treatment as early as December. Needless to say, my mind has been everywhere but on this! I’m cool now, just had to get my head screwed on straight again.
Running on Faith
Chapter 11
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only happened in my sick lil' head.
It had been a few days since Orlando had sent Viggo away. It had been one of the hardest things that Orlando had ever done, but he knew it was the right thing to do.
Orlando spent his days doing whatever he wanted. He slept late in the mornings and took long walks on the beach. He was still hurting, but it felt like it was easing a bit. He didn’t spend time all hours of the day and night crying anymore and he felt a little more in control of his emotions. Of course it had been easy since he didn’t have to see Viggo every day, not to mention the hobbits. His stomach churned at the thought of resuming filming soon and working with all of them again.
Viggo isolated himself in his studio, only coming out to get a fresh bottle of whiskey. He painted harsh, brutal images, so full of pain and longing that it actually hurt to look at them. But look at them he did, often sitting on the floor, leaned against the back wall. He would stare at them for hours; sometimes with tears running down his cheeks and sometimes almost stone faced. He felt like he had been gutted, and the worst was that it was all his fault. Viggo’s drunken mind supplied him with thoughts of suicide, but the only one that would be out of their misery was him. He certainly didn’t deserve it.
His thoughts drifted to the following week and Viggo didn’t know how he was going to cope. Orlando would be right there next to him, his trusty elf at his side and he wondered how he was going to handle it.
Across town, Sean Bean sat in a totally ransacked apartment, drinking a cold beer. Hobbits were cavorting around, certainly surprised to see Boromir on their doorstep, but happy none the less. Bean had started with the small talk at first, taking the opportunity to down a couple of beers before he told them. He had wanted to talk to Viggo about this before he did it, but Sean had been told firmly that he needed to go away and leave him be. Sean had respected that wish, but occasionally drove by Viggo’s to see if there was any movement.
After bellowing in his best Gondorian voice, Bean finally got all of them to settle down. He told them that there was something very important that they needed to hear and they weren’t going to like it.
Stunned faces stared back at him, almost frozen and unable to speak. It didn’t matter that Bean had told them not to talk; none of them could find their voices right now anyway. They all looked nervously at each other, not knowing what to do next. Bean had encouraged them not to get in touch right now with Orlando or Viggo. Both of them were too fragile right now and couldn’t handle it. When he had finished talking, Bean had excused himself quietly, leaving a dazed group sitting in the room, all of them completely silent.
Bean’s next stop was one he wasn’t sure if he was ready to do. He pulled up into Orlando’s driveway and killed the engine, sitting there for a few moments. Finally he found the courage to move and before he knew it, he was knocking on Orlando’s door. It was a few moments before he could hear someone coming to the door and he took a deep breath as he heard the lock being opened.
Orlando was shocked to see Bean standing on his doorstep. That was the last person that he would have guessed would be coming to try to talk to him. It stunned him so much that he blindly moved to the side and opened the door more when Sean asked if he could come in and talk.
Orlando was being the perfect host, asking if he wanted anything to drink. Sean thought of the beers that he had just downed and decided not to partake in anything else. They sat down in the living room, Sean on the couch and Orlando sitting on the edge of his seat on the recliner, looking ready to run at a moment’s notice.
Orlando was looking down at his hands, which were slightly trembling. “What are you doing here?”, he whispered.
Sean drew in a breath, sitting up a bit straighter on the couch so he could move quickly if Orlando did decide to run. “I wanted to see how you are doing. If there was anything you needed.”
The shock had passed and Orlando gave him a hard look. “Did Viggo send you over here to check up on me?”
Sean tried to give him a reassuring smile. “No lad, I came on my own.”
Orlando’s voice was sharp and clipped. “I’m fine.”
Sean knew that Orlando wasn’t ready for this, but he wanted to let him know how he felt. “I just wanted you to know that I’ll help you anyway I can. I mean it Orlando. Anything. All you have to do is ask.”
Orlando looked at him incredulously and suddenly started to laugh. “This is rich. I suffer alone for all this time and now you want to show up and play the martyr. No thanks Sean. I can take care of myself.”
Orlando stood quickly and moved to walk to the door. “I think you should leave now.”
Sean followed Orlando to the door which was now open. “I just want to say something. During this time I have listened to Viggo a lot. I know for a fact that he refused to talk to anyone else. I listened to him and was always there, but I never took sides. Not once did I offer advice or speak out against you. This was something private for the two of you to hash out. I just wanted to know that if you need me, I’ll be there for you too. When filming starts back, this is going to be hard on you. I know I should have done this sooner, and for that I am sorry. Take care of yourself lad. You know where to find me.”
Sean lightly squeezed Orlando’s shoulder as he walked out of the house, gently closing the door behind him.
Orlando shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had been cooped up in this house for too long. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Orlando jumped into his Jeep and went for a ride. He drove around for a while with no particular destination in mind, just enjoying being out with no schedule to follow. Orlando was getting hungry and he spotted a small, out of the way sports bar. He had gone there once with the hobbits and remembered the food was good. It wasn’t their type of place, so he didn’t need to worry about running into them.
Orlando walked in the front door and found a table against the side wall where he would be inconspicuous. He ordered a beer and some fish and chips, then settled in to watch some football on one of the many screens hanging from the ceiling. He had noticed a man sitting at the bar when he came in, but now he looked at him again and thought that he looked familiar. Just then the man’s head turned towards Orlando’s and their eyes met. He gave Orlando a warm smile and nodded his head towards him. Orlando timidly returned the gesture and then looked away. He didn’t want the man to get the wrong idea and think he was interested.
The waitress appeared with his order and Orlando was relieved to have something else to occupy him. After he finished eating, he continued to watch the match while he sipped on his beer. He didn’t notice that the man had walked up to him and Orlando jumped when he cleared his throat.
The man held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Orlando shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” He didn’t know what to say next.
The man introduced himself as Gary and Orlando suddenly placed him. He was one of the grips on the set. Orlando had seen him a few times, but there were so many people around and it was hard to keep up with everyone. Orlando was really nervous about this, but it seemed rude not to invite Gary to sit down for a moment.
They talked for a while about the movie, and Gary had told him that he was fortunate to also have the week off. There were lots of folks that didn’t get a break at all. They made small talk, Gary doing most of the talking and Orlando trying to calm his nerves. This was stupid, they were just talking. So what was the problem?
Gary bought them another round of beer, even after Orlando protested. The alcohol soothed and relaxed him a bit, and Orlando felt a little more comfortable now. His guard went right back up with Gary’s next question.
“So, how have you been? I mean I know you have had a rough time.” Gary swallowed hard and hoped he wouldn’t offend Orlando.
Orlando tensed immediately. “I’m fine, not that it’s any of your business.” He moved to get up from the table. “I should go. Thanks for the beer.”
Gary reached out and grabbed Orlando’s wrist, keeping him from standing. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
His voice trailed off and took a deep breath. “It’s just that I kind of understand what has happened to you.”
Orlando was starting to get angry. “How could you possibly know what I have gone through lately. You don’t know anything.”
Gary’s voice was low and quiet. “I was there that night.”
Orlando looked confused and Gary held his hand up to stall his questions. “The night that Viggo and Sean went out for drinks which was the night after the last day of filming. They were already there and then we came in later. That is, me and Harry. We were out together that night. I still remember the pure look of hatred on Viggo’s face.”
Gary shook his head. “I don’t think I will ever forget that look on his face, like he could have killed Harry with his bare hands.”
He paused for a moment and then continued. “Anyway, I went to the loo and while I was gone, Harry spiked my drink. If Viggo and Sean hadn’t intervened, Harry would have raped me too.”
Orlando was speechless. He didn’t know how to respond. “I…” He stopped and closed his eyes.
Suddenly he felt his hand being taken into Gary’s, and his eyes opened quickly. Gary had a concerned look on his face. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to let you know that I kinda understand. I mean, it didn’t happen but it was a close call. Too close for me. I want you to know that if you need somebody to talk to, I’ll listen, okay?”
Orlando nodded his head and smiled. Gary smiled back and then excused himself from the table, saying that he had to get going. “So, I’ll see you around? Maybe we can do this again.” His words faltered at the alarmed look on Orlando’s face. “I don’t mean that way. Friends, okay?”
Orlando laughed lowly and shook his head in agreement. Gary produced a card with his cell number on it, setting it on the table and then sliding it over to Orlando. Gary gave him one last smile and then left him on his own.
Orlando sat there for a while, staring at the business card. He tentatively picked up the card, running his fingers over the embossed lettering. Orlando decided that he was also ready to go and he smiled softly as he tucked the card into his pocket.
TBC
Running on Faith
Chapter 11
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only happened in my sick lil' head.
It had been a few days since Orlando had sent Viggo away. It had been one of the hardest things that Orlando had ever done, but he knew it was the right thing to do.
Orlando spent his days doing whatever he wanted. He slept late in the mornings and took long walks on the beach. He was still hurting, but it felt like it was easing a bit. He didn’t spend time all hours of the day and night crying anymore and he felt a little more in control of his emotions. Of course it had been easy since he didn’t have to see Viggo every day, not to mention the hobbits. His stomach churned at the thought of resuming filming soon and working with all of them again.
Viggo isolated himself in his studio, only coming out to get a fresh bottle of whiskey. He painted harsh, brutal images, so full of pain and longing that it actually hurt to look at them. But look at them he did, often sitting on the floor, leaned against the back wall. He would stare at them for hours; sometimes with tears running down his cheeks and sometimes almost stone faced. He felt like he had been gutted, and the worst was that it was all his fault. Viggo’s drunken mind supplied him with thoughts of suicide, but the only one that would be out of their misery was him. He certainly didn’t deserve it.
His thoughts drifted to the following week and Viggo didn’t know how he was going to cope. Orlando would be right there next to him, his trusty elf at his side and he wondered how he was going to handle it.
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Across town, Sean Bean sat in a totally ransacked apartment, drinking a cold beer. Hobbits were cavorting around, certainly surprised to see Boromir on their doorstep, but happy none the less. Bean had started with the small talk at first, taking the opportunity to down a couple of beers before he told them. He had wanted to talk to Viggo about this before he did it, but Sean had been told firmly that he needed to go away and leave him be. Sean had respected that wish, but occasionally drove by Viggo’s to see if there was any movement.
After bellowing in his best Gondorian voice, Bean finally got all of them to settle down. He told them that there was something very important that they needed to hear and they weren’t going to like it.
Stunned faces stared back at him, almost frozen and unable to speak. It didn’t matter that Bean had told them not to talk; none of them could find their voices right now anyway. They all looked nervously at each other, not knowing what to do next. Bean had encouraged them not to get in touch right now with Orlando or Viggo. Both of them were too fragile right now and couldn’t handle it. When he had finished talking, Bean had excused himself quietly, leaving a dazed group sitting in the room, all of them completely silent.
Bean’s next stop was one he wasn’t sure if he was ready to do. He pulled up into Orlando’s driveway and killed the engine, sitting there for a few moments. Finally he found the courage to move and before he knew it, he was knocking on Orlando’s door. It was a few moments before he could hear someone coming to the door and he took a deep breath as he heard the lock being opened.
Orlando was shocked to see Bean standing on his doorstep. That was the last person that he would have guessed would be coming to try to talk to him. It stunned him so much that he blindly moved to the side and opened the door more when Sean asked if he could come in and talk.
Orlando was being the perfect host, asking if he wanted anything to drink. Sean thought of the beers that he had just downed and decided not to partake in anything else. They sat down in the living room, Sean on the couch and Orlando sitting on the edge of his seat on the recliner, looking ready to run at a moment’s notice.
Orlando was looking down at his hands, which were slightly trembling. “What are you doing here?”, he whispered.
Sean drew in a breath, sitting up a bit straighter on the couch so he could move quickly if Orlando did decide to run. “I wanted to see how you are doing. If there was anything you needed.”
The shock had passed and Orlando gave him a hard look. “Did Viggo send you over here to check up on me?”
Sean tried to give him a reassuring smile. “No lad, I came on my own.”
Orlando’s voice was sharp and clipped. “I’m fine.”
Sean knew that Orlando wasn’t ready for this, but he wanted to let him know how he felt. “I just wanted you to know that I’ll help you anyway I can. I mean it Orlando. Anything. All you have to do is ask.”
Orlando looked at him incredulously and suddenly started to laugh. “This is rich. I suffer alone for all this time and now you want to show up and play the martyr. No thanks Sean. I can take care of myself.”
Orlando stood quickly and moved to walk to the door. “I think you should leave now.”
Sean followed Orlando to the door which was now open. “I just want to say something. During this time I have listened to Viggo a lot. I know for a fact that he refused to talk to anyone else. I listened to him and was always there, but I never took sides. Not once did I offer advice or speak out against you. This was something private for the two of you to hash out. I just wanted to know that if you need me, I’ll be there for you too. When filming starts back, this is going to be hard on you. I know I should have done this sooner, and for that I am sorry. Take care of yourself lad. You know where to find me.”
Sean lightly squeezed Orlando’s shoulder as he walked out of the house, gently closing the door behind him.
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Orlando grabbed a beer and took up his spot in the recliner again. He didn’t know what to think about Sean’s visit. It angered him that he waited all this time to finally talk to him. He could have used the support.
Orlando shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He had been cooped up in this house for too long. Grabbing his wallet and keys, Orlando jumped into his Jeep and went for a ride. He drove around for a while with no particular destination in mind, just enjoying being out with no schedule to follow. Orlando was getting hungry and he spotted a small, out of the way sports bar. He had gone there once with the hobbits and remembered the food was good. It wasn’t their type of place, so he didn’t need to worry about running into them.
Orlando walked in the front door and found a table against the side wall where he would be inconspicuous. He ordered a beer and some fish and chips, then settled in to watch some football on one of the many screens hanging from the ceiling. He had noticed a man sitting at the bar when he came in, but now he looked at him again and thought that he looked familiar. Just then the man’s head turned towards Orlando’s and their eyes met. He gave Orlando a warm smile and nodded his head towards him. Orlando timidly returned the gesture and then looked away. He didn’t want the man to get the wrong idea and think he was interested.
The waitress appeared with his order and Orlando was relieved to have something else to occupy him. After he finished eating, he continued to watch the match while he sipped on his beer. He didn’t notice that the man had walked up to him and Orlando jumped when he cleared his throat.
The man held up his hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Orlando shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” He didn’t know what to say next.
The man introduced himself as Gary and Orlando suddenly placed him. He was one of the grips on the set. Orlando had seen him a few times, but there were so many people around and it was hard to keep up with everyone. Orlando was really nervous about this, but it seemed rude not to invite Gary to sit down for a moment.
They talked for a while about the movie, and Gary had told him that he was fortunate to also have the week off. There were lots of folks that didn’t get a break at all. They made small talk, Gary doing most of the talking and Orlando trying to calm his nerves. This was stupid, they were just talking. So what was the problem?
Gary bought them another round of beer, even after Orlando protested. The alcohol soothed and relaxed him a bit, and Orlando felt a little more comfortable now. His guard went right back up with Gary’s next question.
“So, how have you been? I mean I know you have had a rough time.” Gary swallowed hard and hoped he wouldn’t offend Orlando.
Orlando tensed immediately. “I’m fine, not that it’s any of your business.” He moved to get up from the table. “I should go. Thanks for the beer.”
Gary reached out and grabbed Orlando’s wrist, keeping him from standing. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
His voice trailed off and took a deep breath. “It’s just that I kind of understand what has happened to you.”
Orlando was starting to get angry. “How could you possibly know what I have gone through lately. You don’t know anything.”
Gary’s voice was low and quiet. “I was there that night.”
Orlando looked confused and Gary held his hand up to stall his questions. “The night that Viggo and Sean went out for drinks which was the night after the last day of filming. They were already there and then we came in later. That is, me and Harry. We were out together that night. I still remember the pure look of hatred on Viggo’s face.”
Gary shook his head. “I don’t think I will ever forget that look on his face, like he could have killed Harry with his bare hands.”
He paused for a moment and then continued. “Anyway, I went to the loo and while I was gone, Harry spiked my drink. If Viggo and Sean hadn’t intervened, Harry would have raped me too.”
Orlando was speechless. He didn’t know how to respond. “I…” He stopped and closed his eyes.
Suddenly he felt his hand being taken into Gary’s, and his eyes opened quickly. Gary had a concerned look on his face. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just trying to let you know that I kinda understand. I mean, it didn’t happen but it was a close call. Too close for me. I want you to know that if you need somebody to talk to, I’ll listen, okay?”
Orlando nodded his head and smiled. Gary smiled back and then excused himself from the table, saying that he had to get going. “So, I’ll see you around? Maybe we can do this again.” His words faltered at the alarmed look on Orlando’s face. “I don’t mean that way. Friends, okay?”
Orlando laughed lowly and shook his head in agreement. Gary produced a card with his cell number on it, setting it on the table and then sliding it over to Orlando. Gary gave him one last smile and then left him on his own.
Orlando sat there for a while, staring at the business card. He tentatively picked up the card, running his fingers over the embossed lettering. Orlando decided that he was also ready to go and he smiled softly as he tucked the card into his pocket.
TBC
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