vigorli

Title: When Worlds Collide
Author:

bahama_breeze77
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Vigorli
Warning: AU, angst, rape/non-con, hurt/comfort
Summary: When an older man finds an abused boy and gets mixed up in problems bigger than he can handle, can he help the boy put his life back together or will the evils of the world be too much for the both of them…
Beta: By

fyre02, thanks so much girl!!
Graphic: By

todd_loves_mc, I love it!
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vigorli

Previous Chapters

Ch 12

Morning came too soon for Viggo; he had woken up about every hour to sooth Orlando back to sleep after the young man had woken up trembling from nightmares. When Viggo woke up due to the sunlight streaming through the window, his first realization was that Orlando had shifted sometime after his last nightmare and was currently laying on his side with Viggo spooned against his back. Both of Viggo’s arms were tightly wrapped around Orlando waist.

Viggo glanced over the top of Orlando’s head and looked at the clock; 6 am. Viggo sighed, he was still really tired. He tried to glance at Orlando’s face to see if the young man was awake but he couldn’t see the boy’s face as it was pushed too far into the pillow.

“Orlando?” Viggo whispered softly.

“I’m awake.” Came the soft reply.

Viggo was surprised when he didn’t detect any morning grogginess in Orlando’s voice.
“How long have you been awake?”

“A while.”

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah” Orlando lied. He wasn’t though. He was not only still scared but now he was sort of embarrassed that he had once again broken down in front of Viggo and needed to be comforted. God, what was he? A fucking five year old.

“Liar.” Viggo replied. He only got a shrug in response, so he kept quiet and started to rub Orlando’s back. After a few minutes of silence he asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

Another shrug, and Viggo was about to suggest they get some breakfast when Orlando started to talk.

“I just…I feel…I don’t know…wrong. Bad. Afraid.” Orlando whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“What am I going to do now? I won’t be able to step outside for fear that they’ll find me. I’ll always have to watch my back because everyone thinks I’m some dangerous mental case. I jump at every loud sound and I get scared by my own fucking shadow. I expect any minute now they will come barging in here for me.” Orlando confessed. “I’m a mess.”

Viggo stopped rubbing Orlando’s back and brought Orlando more tightly into his arms. “That’s ok Orlando. It’s normal to feel confused and scared; there is no shame in that. You went through a horrible ordeal. No one expects you to just snap back to normal; it will take time but you’ll get your life back, I promise.”

Orlando let out a strangled sound which sounded like a cross between a laugh and a sob. “What life? I have nowhere to go, no home, no money, no family, nothing…God I don’t even own a set of clothes anymore.”

“Then you can stay with me.” Viggo said simply.

“I have intruded on your life enough; you don’t need me to take care of. I’m not worth it.”

“Hey.” Viggo said as he clasped Orlando’s face in his hand and turned it towards him so he could stare into the boy’s eyes. “Don’t ever say that again! You are worth it, you may need help right now but you’ll get stronger, both mentally and physically. I will help you as much as I can. You’re still young; you can still have a beautiful life. You know what? If I had the chance to relive that night over again I would still have chosen to save you.”

Orlando was quiet for a few minutes as he digested what Viggo had just told him. “Why?” Orlando asked as he turned within Viggo’s arms so he could look at the older man. “You never did tell me. Why did you save me, how did you know I was there?”

“Oh…well see it all started when Sean dragged me to a bar to try and set me up with this guy David…”

Orlando was shocked at this point. ‘Set up with a guy’? Viggo was gay? Orlando had not caught on to that vibe, but then again he hadn’t exactly been in a steady frame of mind lately. Wow. Orlando was suddenly confused as many emotions passed through his heart at once; surprise, and…hope? He didn’t understand what the sudden warmth in his stomach meant, but he quickly pushed it aside and continued to listen to Viggo.

“…I wasn’t happy about that and when my turn came up to buy drinks, I was happy to get away for a few minutes. When I was waiting at the bar I saw a group of four drunken men laughing about….hurting someone…badly…” Viggo slowed at this point and shot Orlando an apologetic smile.

Orlando didn’t have to ask who those men were or who the person who was hurt was either; the look in Viggo’s eyes said it all.

“I was disgusted and sickened at the thought and one guy mentioned going to Dead End to play. Anyway the next night I asked Sean to come with me because it got me interested in what the place was like. I had a terrible dream the night before, about those men hurting some poor kid, and I just couldn’t shrug off the need to go there, like it would some how make me feel better.” Viggo stopped for a moment as that night came back to him in vivid memories. “We went and sat and nothing happened, I don’t know why I expected something to happen, but I just did. I was just about to give up and tell Sean we could go when I saw the big man and the skinny man come in from some dark hallway and I again over heard them talk to Mark about a kid…I don’t remember much, just something about lots of blood and having passed out…” Viggo trailed off again as he looked into Orlando eyes.

“Tork and Harvey, that was who you saw come out.” Orlando said because he felt like he had to say something. He shuddered as he remembered that night and the agonizing pain they had put him through.

Viggo rubbed Orlando’s arm as he went on. “Sean and I went back home but I didn’t even get to the door before I felt this need to turn around and go back to the bar. I felt as if whoever this kid was I had to help them, like I was your one and only chance of getting out of there alive.”

Orlando was now staring intently into Viggo’s eyes.

“So I broke into the bar after everyone had left not caring at that point if I was caught and taken to jail…and by some miracle I found you.” Viggo stroked his hand over Orlando’s cheek. “It was almost like your soul reached out to mine and guided me to you.” Viggo finished in a whisper.

Orlando was speechless. He was at a loss for words, he didn’t know whether to burst into tears or give his thanks to Viggo again, so he stayed quiet. This man in front of him had risked his life for him and had given him constant care and support. Orlando again felt that warmth in the pit of his stomach and wondered what that meant. He got it a lot when he was around Viggo. “I’m really glad it was you who found me.” Orlando smiled at Viggo. “I don’t know why, but after all I’ve been through because of men…I’m not afraid of you. You’re nothing like them. I feel really safe when I’m around you.”

“I’m glad.” Viggo said as he laid his hand on Orlando’s shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“I haven’t felt this way in a long time, not even when my mum was still with me. Probably not since my father, he always cared more about me than my mother did.” Orlando said steadily but Viggo could still hear the sadness in his voice. “I always felt so safe with him.” Orlando whispered as a tear ran out of his eye.

Viggo wiped it away and said, “You must miss him. I think son’s always look to their fathers for love and protection because in their eyes their fathers can never do any wrong, hell they could lift the world on their backs for all they know, right?”

Orlando let of a chuckle as a few more tears escaped. “Yeah, he used to tell me that if I was ever scared or sad, all I had to do was close my eyes and think about us at our happiest times. For me that was always our trip North, that night we were on the pond with the Northern Lights stretched out beautifully above us and the stars were so prominent it was almost like we were floating through space in our little row boat.” Orlando laughed as tears flowed steadily down his checks. “And all I had to do was keep my eyes closed; think real hard about that special place and hold out my hand and someone who loved me would come for me. He said he would move the mountains and seas to get to me if he had to. But then he died…when I was captured…I tried…I thought real hard and held out my hand but no one came and I finally gave up…no one ever came Viggo! I tried, I really did!” Orlando sobbed.

Viggo quickly wiped the tears off his own face and pulled Orlando to his chest. He had no words to console Orlando so he just whispered soothing nonsense into his ear and let him cry. After a few minutes the crying stopped but Orlando didn’t try to pulled away so Viggo kept stroking his hair. He looked down at the young man and saw weariness in Orlando’s eyes.

“Hey. You need more sleep.”

Orlando shook his head against Viggo, even as a yawn escaped his mouth.

Viggo’s chuckle was cut short by the sound of the doorbell. Orlando quickly pushed himself to his elbows and looked fearfully at Viggo.

“Shhh, it’s ok, it’s just Sean, he said he might stop by today.” Viggo said as he got out of bed and pushed Orlando back down. He pulled the blinds shut and then went back to cover Orlando with the blankets.

He bent over Orlando and pushed the dark curls away from his face where they had become stuck due to his tears. “Sleep some more, I’ll be close by if you need me.” He placed a gentle kiss on Orlando’s forehead after he received a nod and walked silently out of the room.

Viggo made his way downstairs and promptly slammed into a large solid body that was emerging from around the corner. “Umph!” Viggo grunted as he stumbled back a few steps.

“Wow buddy, watch it there!” Sean said happily as he grabbed on to Viggo’s arms to steady him.

“What? Me watch it? You’re the one that just broke into my house. Jesus, what did you ring the door bell for then?” Viggo asked as he glared at Sean.

“To be nice, but then you took so bloody long I got bored and let myself in.” Sean replied as he ignored the glare and stepped around Viggo to go into the kitchen.

Viggo followed Sean in and hopped up on to the counter to sit and watch as Sean rummaged around through his cupboards.

Once Sean found a box of crackers he hopped up on the counter across from Viggo and said, “So…how’s our boy?”

“Have you seen the news?” Viggo asked.

Sean nodded seriously.

“Then you can probably figure out how he’s doing.”

Sean sighed. “Where is he now?”

“Sleeping.”

Sean nodded, “We have got a problem here Vig.”

Viggo groaned into his hands, “I know! God Sean, I want to kill them, I want to hurt them so bad for what they did to Orlando!”

“I know, I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on them either, but we have other things to concentrate on right now.” Sean said and held up his hand to stall Viggo’s next words. “No Vig, listen to me a second. That fucking lie of a report last night was on the news Viggo. The news! Don’t you understand what that means?”

“Yeah, that a hell of a lot of people saw it!”

“No, well yes but that’s not what I’m talking about.” At Viggo’s raised eyebrows, Sean continued on, “How the hell could four low class citizens make up a story like that to get it on national news? Huh?”

“They couldn’t of.” Viggo answered not sure what Sean was getting at.

“Exactly!”

“What?” Viggo asked now really lost.

“They couldn’t have done it, not four low class sorry excuses for humans. So…maybe they’re not, I’ve told you this before but I think they got connections. I thought about this all last night and I really think I’m right about this.” Sean stated firmly.

“Who?” Viggo asked not wanting to believe it but it sounded about right.

“I don’t know, could be some rich person, the mayor, or a mob connection, maybe they know some high ranking police officer or something, I mean how the hell can you keep a boy hidden for seven years without someone raising questions…Vig?” Sean stopped and looked at Viggo whose face had gone stark white.

“Oh my God!” Viggo whispered. Everything seemed to click into place right at that second. Viggo couldn’t believe he never put it all together before, even when he had the last piece of the puzzle right in front of his face this whole time.

“Vig!” Sean had jumped off the counter and now stood before Viggo shaking his shoulder.

Viggo looked up at Sean and said, “I understand now what he meant.”

“Who?”

“Orlando, when he said ‘they were causing this’…it all makes sense Sean! I can’t believe I forgot about it!” Viggo rushed to jump off the counter and walked into the den where he sat in front of his computer and turned it on.

A baffled Sean followed him into the den. “Viggo, care to explain what in the bloody hell you’re talking about?” Sean asked impatiently as he leaned over Viggo’s back to look at the computer.

“When I first found out about Dead End, I looked it up on the internet and found this web page here.” He clicked on the newspaper web page he had discovered so long ago and strolled down and clicked the one about a missing person. “This reporter was at Dead End seven years ago when Mark Bradford put out a missing persons report on his stepson.”

“Orlando.”

”Yeah.” Replied Viggo as he continued to scroll down the page. “The article said the police on duty that night said it was a case of a broken hearted runaway, because the kid’s mom had just died. Only Orlando had never run away, Mark just had him in his basement. Here! Look at this picture of Mark….and look at those three police men questioning him.” Viggo clicked on the picture and it expanded in size.

Sean gasped, “Oh shit!”

“Yeah, shit. Orlando tried to tell me, I just didn’t understand.” Viggo agreed as he and Sean continued to look at the picture of Mark and the three officers; three officers he recognized and knew as Alex, Tork, and Harvey; Orlando’s tormentors.

Sean started to pace around the room running his fingers through his blond hair. “What are we going to do Vig? They’re cops! We are dealing with fucking dirty cops!”

“Yeah, things just got interesting.” Viggo stated bluntly.

“No, you bloody fool, things just got a lot more dangerous!”