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A Life Known
It’s Her Heart
Chapter 16/?
Beta: None
Warnings: Angst and more angst
Disclaimer: Yes as listed before.


It’s Her Heart Chapter 16


Orlando slammed the door behind him. The sound making him shake even more than he already was. He ran to his car, wincing as he did from his ribs being jarred. He fumbled with his keys as he tried to put the right key in the ignition. “Shit,” he murmured out loud. “Come on you stupid piece of shit, start!” He turned the engine over finally and the car roared to life; he gunned the engine and pulled out of the driveway, with the rocks flying behind him as he did.

As he flew down the road, the thoughts came racing back to his mind. It’s her heart…. I have Viggos wife’s heart! The tears started pouring faster as he tried to drive. Oh god. what was he going to do? He couldn’t face Viggo now? He couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He’d have to quit the movie! He had to leave New Zealand! His eyes were blinded by the flow of tears as he drove and nearly struck a mailbox at the side of the road, but he had swerved just in time, missing it by inches. Time seemed to go by at an fast pace and before he knew where he was, he was outside of Elijah’s place.

Oh God, he breathed out, still trying to calm himself. He combed his fingers through his hair. Pulling at it in agony. He slammed his hands against the wheel of the car. “It’s not fair!” he shouted to no one. “Not fair!” he said quietly in the darkness of the car. He fumbled with the car door and got out with some serious difficulty. He walked quickly up to Elijah’s door and banged on it loudly. “Elijah,” he yelled out. “Let me in mate!” He banged the door again. “Elijah!”

The door opened quickly and Elijah stood there half asleep. “What’s going on Orli?” he asked as he squinted his eyes.

Orlando let out a sob. “Viggo….it’s Viggo,” he sobbed as he wrapped his arms around the young man.

Elijah was stunned by the sadness he heard in his friend’s voice. “Come on Orli, come in and sit down, and tell me what the hell is going on” He helped Orlando into the living room and sat him on the couch and turned on the table light.

“God Orli,” he exclaimed “You look like road kill.”

Orlando looked at him again with his tear filled beautiful eyes and choked down a sob.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” he said as he saw how distraught he was, how he was trembling so hard.

“What happened Orli?” he asked. Viggo didn’t…he didn’t hurt you did he?” he asked suddenly scared for the young man. That’s why he was so upset…Viggo raped him he thought.
“Did he… did he rape you?” he asked angrily.

Orlando let out a loud sob.

“That son of a bitch, I’ll kill him!” he growled.

Orlando’s eyes went wild, “No! No he didn’t Lij,” he gasped.

Elijah gazed back at his friend. “Are you sure Orli? He didn’t hurt you?”

Orlando nodded quickly but continued to sob out of control.

“Come here Orli,” Elijah said and held out his arms, which Orlando immediately accepted and cried against his shoulder. “Calm down mate, take some breaths…take some deep breaths, you can do it, relax,” he said as he stroked his back soothingly.

After several minutes he seemed to calm down a bit. But he was still trembling and Elijah was wondering what had happened to get him in this condition. He had never seen him so upset. “Let me get you some water Orli,” he said, after he thought it safe to talk to him again. “Okay?” He watched as Orlando nodded and sniffed. “Be right back,” he said as he stood and quickly went into the kitchen. He grabbed some paper towels on the way back out and handed them to Orlando as he sat back down. “Here, wipe your face and take a drink,” he said.

Orlando took the glass with shaky hands and took a sip of water; it splashed around in the cup and over the sides. Elijah reached forward and helped him drink. “Okay, that’s enough,” he said as he took the glass and set it down.

Orlando sat there with the pieces of paper towel that Elijah had given him. He used one to wipe his eyes and the other to blow his nose.

Elijah watched with concern as he finally began to calm down. “Can you talk about it Orli?” he asked gently. “Are you up to it?”

Orlando nodded his head and took a big sniff. “I was over at Vig’s ya know, I took him home after..after he broke his toe.” He began softly, twisting the paper towel in his hands as he talked. “We talked for a while and then things began to get serious.”

“Serious how?” he asked.

Orlando rolled his eyes. “Serious…like in intimate.”

“Oh…” Elijah responded with understanding. “Okay, then what?”

“Well he said he wanted me and I told him that I wanted him, and then we went to his bedroom.” He said quickly. Then we…you know.” He shrugged his shoulders and fiddled with his shirt.

“You had sex?”

Orlando blushed and looked away. “No,” he whispered quietly. “He…um…used his hand to…um…you know…” he said nervously.

Elijah nodded in understanding again. “Okay. Well, that’s okay right?” he asked confused still.

“He then said he wanted to…be…shit…he wanted to be….inside me,” the last part he said so softly Elijah barely heard him.

“No way! Wow Orli, is that why your upset?”

Orlando took another deep breath, “No, I wanted it too, I did…it was when he went to get the stuff from his bedside table that he knocked over a picture and it fell on the floor and broke.”

“And that ruined what was going to happen then?”

“Yeah,” he let out a choked laugh. “He went into the kitchen to get a broom to clean up the mess,” he began. “That’s when it all fell apart.” He said as his eyes started up with tears again.

Elijah shook his head,”Orli I’m having a hard time understanding what the hell’s going on.”

Orlando nodded his head and breathed in deeply. He could do this, he could tell Lij what happened. “It was the picture of his wife Elijah, when he went to get the condom and lube, that’s how he knocked the picture over. I had never seen his wife before, she was beautiful, and he looked so sad looking at the broken picture.” He wiped at his eyes furiously and swallowed hard, I looked at the picture of his wife after he had left the room, I was just curious ya know,” he said as he looked at his friend. “But then, I felt something on the back of the picture and I removed it.”

Elijah grimaced when he heard that, “It was something personal, huh?” he asked. “Something you shouldn’t of read?”

Orlando could only shake his head in disbelief. “It was a letter Lij, it was a letter from the recipient of his wife’s heart,” he whispered.

“Shut up! It was not!” he said unbelieving.

“No, really Lij it was, I have it with me,” he added as he reached into his pocket, pulling it out.

“Fuck Orli, you should not of taken that man…that was not right! Viggo’s going to be pissed.”

Orlando opened the sheet of paper slowly and handed it to him. “Read it!” he said as his hands shook as he held the paper out.

“Orli, I can’t read this! This is personal, this is for Viggo only!” he said amazed that Orlando had stolen it and then expected him to read something so intimate.

“Then I’ll tell you what it says Lij, because I know it, almost word for word.”

“How Orli? How do you know?”

Another deep breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth. “Because I wrote the damn thing!” he spat out.

Elijah looked shocked. He looked at Orli and then he looked at the letter he held in his shaking hands and then back to Orlando. “You…you wrote this? You mean… you..you…” he was unable to finish the sentence.

Orlando face scrunched up, and his lips started quivering as he burst into tears all over again. “Lij,” he cried as he leaned forward and held his friend for dear life. “I have her heart, I have Viggo’s wife’s heart!”

“Oh fuck……” was all Elijah could say.





Viggo stood at the door as it slammed in front of him. He was stunned! What had just happened? He heard Orlando car start and spin out onto the road as if the devil was after him.

He walked back to his bedroom in disbelief and began to clean the mess off the floor, sweeping up the pieces of glass from the picture. He finished and dumped the glass in the garbage. He came back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. His mind reeling from just what had happened. He looked at the bedside stand to look at the picture but it wasn’t there. His face took on a puzzled look. He was sure he laid it back there. He looked around on the bed and found it on the other side. How did it get there he thought? Orlando must have looked at it. Was that why he was upset? Was it because of the broken picture?

Viggo was feeling guilty already for having broken the picture in the first place. Just thinking that he was in the process of getting a condom and lube from his drawer was the way he broke the picture in the first place was eating at his conscious. He felt the back of the picture and felt, nothing. He turned it over and saw the letter was gone! He looked around on the bed and then looked on the floor and then frantically looked around the nightstand and then in the nightstand. “Shit!’ he growled. He held his hand up to his forehead as he felt a wave of dizziness pass over him. “Whoa Viggo, slow down,” he mumbled to himself. He sat back on the bed and lowered his head trying to bring some blood back into it. He thought for a moment. Would Orlando have taken the letter? Why would he do that? Is that why he was upset? Why would he be upset though? God he thought his head was pounding worse then before, it felt like it would split at any minute. He let a deep sigh escape his lips and ran his fingers through his messed up hair. Could things get any worse then they already were? He lay back on the bed and turned off the light and lay there in the darkness. He pondered at what to do. He turned on his side and stared at the phone. for several minutes. He then reached over and grabbed it and dialed Orlando’s number. It rang several times before the answering machine came on. “Hey Orlando, it Viggo, I’m sorry for what happened tonight…I’m worried about you, please call me. Bye.” He pushed end and held the phone to his chest. He looked at the phone again and searched his brain for the new number. He punched in the digits and waited for the phone to be answered. He knew he had to be home. He was so predictable.

“Yeah?” Came the sleepy voice answer from the other end. “Hey, it’s Viggo, sorry to wake you,” he said first thing. He knew it was late and he must have been asleep.

He heard a yawn on the other end. “What’s up mate?” he asked. He turned and looked at the clock, “And why are you calling me so damn late?”

Viggo paused before answering. “I really hate to ask this of you Sean…but I need to talk and it can’t wait till morning…and I can’t do it over the phone.”

Sean rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it Orlando?” he asked as he screwed up his face.

Viggo smiled at the man’s uncanny mind. “Yeah, its Orlando, something happened tonight and I’m really concerned about him.” Viggo heard him shifting in the bed, hearing it creak as he was probably sitting up. “Give me time to put some clothes on…I’ll be there in a bit….and you had better have some tea made up for me.” He added.

“Thanks Sean, I really appreciate this, really….and I’ll get the tea started right now.”

“Yeah, yeah, he moaned as he stood. “You and that damn elf.” He muttered before he hung up.

Viggo smiled as he hung up the phone. Sean was the best he thought. He quickly went into the kitchen and stared making tea and a little light snack of cheese and crackers. He sat down at the table when all was ready and waited for the knock on the door, which came about 20 minutes later.

Viggo opened the door to a very tired and rumpled looking Sean Bean. “Hey,” he said as he took in the unusual appearance of his well-groomed friend. “Your still in your jammies!”
“Your lucky I’m here at all Vig,” he growled as he made his way into the kitchen.
“Ahhhhh, tea…and crackers and cheese too, wow Vig I’m impressed.” he said now with a grin on his face. “But maybe wine would go better with the cheese and crackers.”

Viggo laughed, “I think I can manage that. He went over and pulled a bottle out of the cupboard and got the corkscrew. Sean sat down at the table with a humph and gabbed a piece of cheese and nibbled on it as Viggo got some glasses and poured the wine.

“Thanks mate,” he said as he took a deep sip. “Ahhhh that’s good,” he said with a smile and slid down further in the chair.

Viggo sat down across from him and watched as he enjoyed his treat.

“Okay,” Sean finally said. “Spill, what going on?”

“I’m not really sure.” He began.” Orlando brought me home after shooting because of my injured toe. Things were going well for a while and then things got intimate between us.”

Sean let a shitty grin grow across his face. “Did you snog him.” He asked.

Viggo laughed too, “Yeah Sean, I snogged him and he snogged me back.”

“Well so far so good yeah?” he said as he took another sip.

“Yeah, so far…then things got a little more intimate?” he continued.

Sean sat up in his chair. “How so?” he asked arching one brow slightly.

“I told him I wanted him and he said the same back.” He replied.

“Did you do it?” he asked leaning forward with eager ears.

“Sean,” he whined. I really don’t want to go into great details.” He said exasperated with his friend.

“I didn’t ask for details Vig, I just asked if you did it?” he said with a smile.

Viggo shook his head, “You are such a pervert, I think you’re getting off on this, are you sure your not gay?”

Sean laughed. “Yeah mate I’m pretty sure, but it is kind of interesting though.” He added.

“Well, all I did was jerk him off basically, and then I told him I wanted to be…inside him.”

“You mean you wanted to shag him like a bunny?” he asked a he popped some cheese into his mouth.

“Sean this is serious?” he said after looking at the man with a scowl.

“I don’t see how?” he answered.

Viggo sighed, god this was getting old quickly. ”Okay now, just listen will ya? I went to reach in my drawer and got out the condom and lube.” He began and Beanie let a smirk glide across his lips. But Viggo continued in spite of it. “I reached over into the drawer and I accidentally knocked over the picture of my wife and it fell to the floor and broke.”

Beanie nodded and Viggo was relieved that he didn’t say anything sarcastic about that. “Anyway Orlando saw the picture and seemed okay at the time. He said he was sorry for the loss of my wife. I went into the kitchen and got a broom and dustpan, and when I came back he was dressed and headed toward the door.”

Sean shrugged, “Maybe he just changed his mind Vig. With you gone and stuff, he might have just chickened out.”

“I don’t think that’s it Bean, he seemed really upset. I mean, why would he be so upset?” I didn’t understand it.”

“No…He was trembling Sean and he said he had to go and he was sorry but..I reached out to him and he got all upset like the day I tried to help him with his broken ribs. He just told me to let him go. He begged me to let him go.”

Sean sat there and stared at the man across from the table. Viggo looked distressed. “Maybe he just felt guilty Vig, maybe seeing the picture of your wife he just felt he couldn’t do it after seeing it, and then having it break and seeing you upset about it.”

Viggo shook his head, “God I wish I knew, I left a message on his answering machine, but he hasn’t answered it yet.”

“Maybe he went to Elijah’s, they’re good friends.” He suggested.

“God I hope so, he tore out of here so fast I heard the gravel spinning outside.

Sean tried not to laugh. “Vig had he ever had sex before?”

Viggo shook his head again, “No, he said it was the first time.”

“That’s probably it, mate. He just got cold feet and left.”

“I hope that’s all it is Sean, God I…maybe I was to pushy, shit I don’t know!” Viggo got up and walked over to the patio doors and looked outside. “I feel something Sean. I just don’t know what it is and it scares me.” He said turning around.

Sean came over and stood behind his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry Viggo, maybe you should just let the lad go, maybe… he’s to young.”

Viggo rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “It’s to late Sean,” he said finally.

“What do you mean by that?” he asked concerned now.

“I think I 'm falling in love with him!”

tbc…..