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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 23
Title: Coming To Terms
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: See previous
Chapter 23
Elijah stared at the closed door for several minutes and finally went and sat down at the kitchen table. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. “Shit Orlando,” he murmured. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. God what was he to do now? Should he go find Sean and Viggo? Should he call Peter? He got up and wandered to the sliding glass door and leaned against the door and gazed out into the night, hoping to see any sign of Viggo or of Sean. He was staring so intently he missed the figure walking up the stairs and screamed when a hand touched his shoulder.
“Don’t every fucking do that again,” he yelled as he pulled back from Sean.
Sean smile grew. “A little touchy are we?” he asked.
Elijah straightened and looked around. “Where’s Viggo?” he asked instead of answering Sean’s question.
“He’ll be along in a bit, he just needed more time to himself, but he’s okay for the most part, mostly in shock I think.” He said as he leaned on the rail and pulled out a cigarette. He flipped the lighter and the tip glowed for a minute before he clicked it shut. He took a long drag on the slim cylinder and blew the smoke out. “How’s Orli holding up?” he asked as he looked at Elijah.
Elijah looked down to the deck and eyed his shoes for a minute digging his shoes into the slit in the wood deck.
“Well?” he asked impatiently.
“He left,” he answered quietly and grimaced before the shit hit the fan.
“Left?” he said rather loudly.
“What do you mean he left?” Sean asked standing up straighter.
“He um was still pretty upset after you had left to find Viggo, and was convinced that Vig would have nothing more to do with him.”
“Shit,” he blew out another stream of smoke. “What else did he say?”
“He was going to talk to Peter about leaving the movie.” He said quietly and winced when he saw Sean’s hands ball up into tight fist.
“He can’t do that!” he yelled. “We’re in the middle of a fucking shoot, you just don’t decide your going to leave, God! “ he cursed into the night air.
“He’s just upset Sean, he won’t go, Peter won’t let him,” he said trying to calm the older man down.
Sean shook his head. “God this is so going to mess with Viggo’s head,” he said.
“What will?” came the voice from the bottom of the stairs.
Elijah and Sean both jumped at the question.
Viggo climbed slowly up the stairs and stopped when he got to the top. “What’s going on?” he asked looking from one man to the next.
Elijah swallowed hard around the dry spot in his throat. “Um Orli, he wants to leave.” He said quietly.
Viggo stood there for a minute before he slowly nodded his head. “Peter won’t let him,” he said softly.
Elijah shifted restlessly from foot to foot. “He may just leave on his own, no matter what Pete says,” he said after a moment had passed.
“He’s not a fool,” Sean said as he blew another puff of smoke out.
“No…but he’s upset enough,” he said as he glared in Viggo’s direction.
Viggo lowered his head and looked away into the distance.
“Elijah,” Sean shook his head. “Not now!” he hissed. “They’re both upset and both have reason to be so.”
“I need to go find him,” he said after glaring at Viggo’s back. “I’ll call you if I find him.” He turned and walked back into the house. He stopped and waited a minute and then walked back out to the deck.
Sean watched him with a slight smirk on his face.
“Can I borrow your car Bean?” he asked softly.
Sean laughed to himself and dug into his pocket and pulled out the set he had. “Take it easy, I don’t want to have to pay for any damage.”
“Funny aren’t you?” he snapped. He grabbed the keys from Sean’s hand and walked back through the house and a minute later they heard the door slam behind him.
Viggo jerked at the sudden sound and glanced over at Sean. He glanced skyward and looked up into the stars. “I suppose he’s mad at me?” he asked.
Sean walked over to where Viggo stood and leaned against the rail once again, still holding the small butt in his hand. “Him and Orland are close Vig, you gotta expect that.”
Viggo sighed wearily and lay his head down on the railing. “I feel like shit.”
‘You look it to Vig.” He replied. “What are you going to do?”
“About Orlando? God Bean, I don’t know, I have such conflicting emotions running inside of me. Besides, it may not matter now what I want.”
Sean frowned, “Why? What do you mean?”
He looked up, “The way I treated Orlando, even if I did…accept him as he is, he wouldn’t want me now.”
Sean could only shake his head in amazement. “Vig, really for someone that is as old…. I mean mature as you,” he added after Viggo scowled at him. “You really don’t have a clue do you? The two of you are so set on each other not wanting the other you can’t see that you do?” He paused for a moment,” God, did that even make sense?”
Viggo looked at him. “Not really.”
“I talked to Orlando tonight after you left him. He thinks now that you know, you don’t want him. And now you think he doesn’t want you after how you treated him. It’s unbelievable, really Vig.”
“I still don’t know how I feel Sean. I’m still not sure that I can accept him as he is now. I mean the initial shock was god it was…it was unbelievable. I think I’ve calmed down enough to talk, but not to make a decision.”
“I know Vig and I’m not asking you to make a decision tonight. You have to think this through and talk to Orlando again. Go to bed, get some rest, and then think it over. Lij and I will find Orlando and talk to him, and I’m damn sure Peter won’t let him go.”
“Alright,” he said tiredly as he rubbed his brow. “My toes are giving me hell too,” he said as he walked back into the house.
Sean followed him inside, “I’m going to need to use your car Vig, is that okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good, good. I’ll call if we find him and let you know okay?”
“Thanks Sean, I still worry about him you know, I don’t hate him, even if he thinks I do.”
Viggo walked Sean to the door and gave him a big hug. “Thanks again Sean, call me alright, I’ll have the phone by the bed.”
Sean smiled, “I will, I promise, but get some rest okay.”
“Yeah, night Sean.”
“Night Vig.”
Viggo closed the door softly behind Sean and went and found his pain pills. He swallowed a couple quickly and set them back on the counter. He looked at the table all set up for their dinner and he felt his whole body go weak. He would take care of it in the morning; right now he neither had the strength or the desire to do anything.
Orlando drove through the night; his mind was racing with all the things that had happened that night. He had no choice really, he thought. He had to leave; it would be unbearable for Viggo and he to work together. He drove up the drive to Peter’s house and shut the engine off. He looked up into the house. There was one light on and he knew it had to be Peter, he hardly ever slept. He felt a little guilty about adding to his burden. But really, he felt he had no choice.
He got out of the car and made his way up to the door. He felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. His hands were getting sweaty and he rubbed them nervously on his pants. He knocked softly on the door and waited. He looked around the yard and shifted nervously. He looked back in through the window and knocked a little louder this time.
He heard something shut inside the house and finally the door opened slowly. Peter looked at him with surprise, “Orlando! What are you doing here so late?” he asked scratching at his tummy.
“I need to talk to you Pete, is that okay? Are you busy?”
“Yeah, but come in anyway,” he said and opened the screen door.
Orlando walked in and looked around the nicely furnished house. “Is Fran up?” he asked.
“No, do you need to talk to her also?” he asked.
“No, no, I guess I can just talk with you about this.”
“Come in and have a seat Orlando,” he said motioning for him to sit. “Do you need a drink or something?” he offered.
“Water would be fine,” he said quietly.
Peter went over to the bar and poured a glass and brought it over to the young man. He sat down across from him and pondered about the visit.
Orlando shifted nervously and glanced up at Peter. “It’s about me and Viggo Pete..” he began.
Peter nodded his head and knew where this was going somewhat.
“I know you know about…stuff,” he waved his hand in the air.
“You mean that you and Viggo were involved?” he asked.
“Yes…” he said quietly. “But there’s more,” he paused. “You know my heart transplant I had Peter,” he said and Peter nodded. “Well I found out a day or so ago that well…I have Viggo’s wife’s heart,” he whispered quietly.
“ I know Orlando, Sean told me about this earlier.” He said trying to let him know he wasn’t completely in the dark so he wouldn’t have to tell him everything.
“Yeah, I know, but I told Viggo tonight, he didn’t know, and I…he was..upset,” he stammered.
“I’m sorry Orlando, I mean this is a terrible thing to have to be revealed to someone you care about.”
“Viggo hates me now Peter,” he said quietly. “I can’t see our working together. It won’t work.”
Peter tried to calm himself before he spoke, “Orlando what are you trying to say?”
He shifted restlessly in his chair, “I think I need to leave the movie Pete, I can’t work with him, it’s just to much. I don’t think I can stand to even look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes everyday.”
“Orlando, there is no way I can let you leave,” he said as he ran his hand through his hair. “We have so much filming done already with you in it. It will cost a lot of money to find someone else, I mean a lot of money,” he made emphasis on the last part.
Orlando could feel the sting in his eyes. “But Pete…you don’t understand,” he began. “I can’t do this…he hates me and it hurt’s to see the pain in his eyes.”
“I’m sorry Orlando, I just can’t see it happening, the top executives would ring my neck.”
Orlando rubbed the tears from his face.
Peter felt bad about having to say these things, but really what could he do? All the money wrapped up in the shoot so far. “Orlando, let me talk to Viggo okay, see how he feels. You’re both professionals, there are many actors out there who dislike each other who work together.”
“I don’t see how I can Pete? I mean, I know about being professional but this is so… mind boggling, that I am overwhelmed by the whole situation.”
“I know Orli and I sympathize with you,” he said. “But…let me talk to Viggo and see if we can work something out okay? At least let me try?”
Orlando nodded, “I understand Peter,” he said as he slowly got out of his chair and headed back to the door.
Peter followed him, laying a firm hand on his shoulder. “I wish things could have been different and that you had received someone else’s heart instead of Christine’s. But maybe… it was just meant to be.”
Orlando nodded sadly, “Thanks Pete, for listening.”
“Go home Orlando and get some rest, take tomorrow off, and I’ll give Viggo a call, alright?”
“Okay,” he replied and walked out the door and slowly walked his way back to the car.
He opened the door and sat in silence for a moment gathering his thoughts. The annoying tears started to fall once again and he cursed at himself for being so weak.
Peter watched Orlando from the window. His heart pained him to tell Orlando the things he did, but he didn’t know what else to do.
“What’s wrong Peter?” the voice said sleepily at his side.
He let a deep sigh escape his lips, “Orlando…he wants to leave the shoot..he told Viggo about his heart transplant and he says he hates him now.”
Fran stood there and watched Orlando sitting outside in the car. She could see him hunched over the wheel and her heart went out to him. “What can we do honey?” she asked as she felt her own eyes sting with tears.
Peter only shook his head. “I don’t know, I really don’t know.”
Tbc……….
Chapter 23
Title: Coming To Terms
Warnings: Angst
Disclaimer: See previous
Chapter 23
Elijah stared at the closed door for several minutes and finally went and sat down at the kitchen table. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. “Shit Orlando,” he murmured. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. God what was he to do now? Should he go find Sean and Viggo? Should he call Peter? He got up and wandered to the sliding glass door and leaned against the door and gazed out into the night, hoping to see any sign of Viggo or of Sean. He was staring so intently he missed the figure walking up the stairs and screamed when a hand touched his shoulder.
“Don’t every fucking do that again,” he yelled as he pulled back from Sean.
Sean smile grew. “A little touchy are we?” he asked.
Elijah straightened and looked around. “Where’s Viggo?” he asked instead of answering Sean’s question.
“He’ll be along in a bit, he just needed more time to himself, but he’s okay for the most part, mostly in shock I think.” He said as he leaned on the rail and pulled out a cigarette. He flipped the lighter and the tip glowed for a minute before he clicked it shut. He took a long drag on the slim cylinder and blew the smoke out. “How’s Orli holding up?” he asked as he looked at Elijah.
Elijah looked down to the deck and eyed his shoes for a minute digging his shoes into the slit in the wood deck.
“Well?” he asked impatiently.
“He left,” he answered quietly and grimaced before the shit hit the fan.
“Left?” he said rather loudly.
“What do you mean he left?” Sean asked standing up straighter.
“He um was still pretty upset after you had left to find Viggo, and was convinced that Vig would have nothing more to do with him.”
“Shit,” he blew out another stream of smoke. “What else did he say?”
“He was going to talk to Peter about leaving the movie.” He said quietly and winced when he saw Sean’s hands ball up into tight fist.
“He can’t do that!” he yelled. “We’re in the middle of a fucking shoot, you just don’t decide your going to leave, God! “ he cursed into the night air.
“He’s just upset Sean, he won’t go, Peter won’t let him,” he said trying to calm the older man down.
Sean shook his head. “God this is so going to mess with Viggo’s head,” he said.
“What will?” came the voice from the bottom of the stairs.
Elijah and Sean both jumped at the question.
Viggo climbed slowly up the stairs and stopped when he got to the top. “What’s going on?” he asked looking from one man to the next.
Elijah swallowed hard around the dry spot in his throat. “Um Orli, he wants to leave.” He said quietly.
Viggo stood there for a minute before he slowly nodded his head. “Peter won’t let him,” he said softly.
Elijah shifted restlessly from foot to foot. “He may just leave on his own, no matter what Pete says,” he said after a moment had passed.
“He’s not a fool,” Sean said as he blew another puff of smoke out.
“No…but he’s upset enough,” he said as he glared in Viggo’s direction.
Viggo lowered his head and looked away into the distance.
“Elijah,” Sean shook his head. “Not now!” he hissed. “They’re both upset and both have reason to be so.”
“I need to go find him,” he said after glaring at Viggo’s back. “I’ll call you if I find him.” He turned and walked back into the house. He stopped and waited a minute and then walked back out to the deck.
Sean watched him with a slight smirk on his face.
“Can I borrow your car Bean?” he asked softly.
Sean laughed to himself and dug into his pocket and pulled out the set he had. “Take it easy, I don’t want to have to pay for any damage.”
“Funny aren’t you?” he snapped. He grabbed the keys from Sean’s hand and walked back through the house and a minute later they heard the door slam behind him.
Viggo jerked at the sudden sound and glanced over at Sean. He glanced skyward and looked up into the stars. “I suppose he’s mad at me?” he asked.
Sean walked over to where Viggo stood and leaned against the rail once again, still holding the small butt in his hand. “Him and Orland are close Vig, you gotta expect that.”
Viggo sighed wearily and lay his head down on the railing. “I feel like shit.”
‘You look it to Vig.” He replied. “What are you going to do?”
“About Orlando? God Bean, I don’t know, I have such conflicting emotions running inside of me. Besides, it may not matter now what I want.”
Sean frowned, “Why? What do you mean?”
He looked up, “The way I treated Orlando, even if I did…accept him as he is, he wouldn’t want me now.”
Sean could only shake his head in amazement. “Vig, really for someone that is as old…. I mean mature as you,” he added after Viggo scowled at him. “You really don’t have a clue do you? The two of you are so set on each other not wanting the other you can’t see that you do?” He paused for a moment,” God, did that even make sense?”
Viggo looked at him. “Not really.”
“I talked to Orlando tonight after you left him. He thinks now that you know, you don’t want him. And now you think he doesn’t want you after how you treated him. It’s unbelievable, really Vig.”
“I still don’t know how I feel Sean. I’m still not sure that I can accept him as he is now. I mean the initial shock was god it was…it was unbelievable. I think I’ve calmed down enough to talk, but not to make a decision.”
“I know Vig and I’m not asking you to make a decision tonight. You have to think this through and talk to Orlando again. Go to bed, get some rest, and then think it over. Lij and I will find Orlando and talk to him, and I’m damn sure Peter won’t let him go.”
“Alright,” he said tiredly as he rubbed his brow. “My toes are giving me hell too,” he said as he walked back into the house.
Sean followed him inside, “I’m going to need to use your car Vig, is that okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good, good. I’ll call if we find him and let you know okay?”
“Thanks Sean, I still worry about him you know, I don’t hate him, even if he thinks I do.”
Viggo walked Sean to the door and gave him a big hug. “Thanks again Sean, call me alright, I’ll have the phone by the bed.”
Sean smiled, “I will, I promise, but get some rest okay.”
“Yeah, night Sean.”
“Night Vig.”
Viggo closed the door softly behind Sean and went and found his pain pills. He swallowed a couple quickly and set them back on the counter. He looked at the table all set up for their dinner and he felt his whole body go weak. He would take care of it in the morning; right now he neither had the strength or the desire to do anything.
Orlando drove through the night; his mind was racing with all the things that had happened that night. He had no choice really, he thought. He had to leave; it would be unbearable for Viggo and he to work together. He drove up the drive to Peter’s house and shut the engine off. He looked up into the house. There was one light on and he knew it had to be Peter, he hardly ever slept. He felt a little guilty about adding to his burden. But really, he felt he had no choice.
He got out of the car and made his way up to the door. He felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. His hands were getting sweaty and he rubbed them nervously on his pants. He knocked softly on the door and waited. He looked around the yard and shifted nervously. He looked back in through the window and knocked a little louder this time.
He heard something shut inside the house and finally the door opened slowly. Peter looked at him with surprise, “Orlando! What are you doing here so late?” he asked scratching at his tummy.
“I need to talk to you Pete, is that okay? Are you busy?”
“Yeah, but come in anyway,” he said and opened the screen door.
Orlando walked in and looked around the nicely furnished house. “Is Fran up?” he asked.
“No, do you need to talk to her also?” he asked.
“No, no, I guess I can just talk with you about this.”
“Come in and have a seat Orlando,” he said motioning for him to sit. “Do you need a drink or something?” he offered.
“Water would be fine,” he said quietly.
Peter went over to the bar and poured a glass and brought it over to the young man. He sat down across from him and pondered about the visit.
Orlando shifted nervously and glanced up at Peter. “It’s about me and Viggo Pete..” he began.
Peter nodded his head and knew where this was going somewhat.
“I know you know about…stuff,” he waved his hand in the air.
“You mean that you and Viggo were involved?” he asked.
“Yes…” he said quietly. “But there’s more,” he paused. “You know my heart transplant I had Peter,” he said and Peter nodded. “Well I found out a day or so ago that well…I have Viggo’s wife’s heart,” he whispered quietly.
“ I know Orlando, Sean told me about this earlier.” He said trying to let him know he wasn’t completely in the dark so he wouldn’t have to tell him everything.
“Yeah, I know, but I told Viggo tonight, he didn’t know, and I…he was..upset,” he stammered.
“I’m sorry Orlando, I mean this is a terrible thing to have to be revealed to someone you care about.”
“Viggo hates me now Peter,” he said quietly. “I can’t see our working together. It won’t work.”
Peter tried to calm himself before he spoke, “Orlando what are you trying to say?”
He shifted restlessly in his chair, “I think I need to leave the movie Pete, I can’t work with him, it’s just to much. I don’t think I can stand to even look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes everyday.”
“Orlando, there is no way I can let you leave,” he said as he ran his hand through his hair. “We have so much filming done already with you in it. It will cost a lot of money to find someone else, I mean a lot of money,” he made emphasis on the last part.
Orlando could feel the sting in his eyes. “But Pete…you don’t understand,” he began. “I can’t do this…he hates me and it hurt’s to see the pain in his eyes.”
“I’m sorry Orlando, I just can’t see it happening, the top executives would ring my neck.”
Orlando rubbed the tears from his face.
Peter felt bad about having to say these things, but really what could he do? All the money wrapped up in the shoot so far. “Orlando, let me talk to Viggo okay, see how he feels. You’re both professionals, there are many actors out there who dislike each other who work together.”
“I don’t see how I can Pete? I mean, I know about being professional but this is so… mind boggling, that I am overwhelmed by the whole situation.”
“I know Orli and I sympathize with you,” he said. “But…let me talk to Viggo and see if we can work something out okay? At least let me try?”
Orlando nodded, “I understand Peter,” he said as he slowly got out of his chair and headed back to the door.
Peter followed him, laying a firm hand on his shoulder. “I wish things could have been different and that you had received someone else’s heart instead of Christine’s. But maybe… it was just meant to be.”
Orlando nodded sadly, “Thanks Pete, for listening.”
“Go home Orlando and get some rest, take tomorrow off, and I’ll give Viggo a call, alright?”
“Okay,” he replied and walked out the door and slowly walked his way back to the car.
He opened the door and sat in silence for a moment gathering his thoughts. The annoying tears started to fall once again and he cursed at himself for being so weak.
Peter watched Orlando from the window. His heart pained him to tell Orlando the things he did, but he didn’t know what else to do.
“What’s wrong Peter?” the voice said sleepily at his side.
He let a deep sigh escape his lips, “Orlando…he wants to leave the shoot..he told Viggo about his heart transplant and he says he hates him now.”
Fran stood there and watched Orlando sitting outside in the car. She could see him hunched over the wheel and her heart went out to him. “What can we do honey?” she asked as she felt her own eyes sting with tears.
Peter only shook his head. “I don’t know, I really don’t know.”
Tbc……….
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