A Life Known
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vigorliA Life Known
Chapter 28
Title: He’s your boyfriend?
Beta: No
Disclaimer: See previous
Warnings: Angst as usual
Feedback: Is my only hope
A/N: There will be some time differences here to suit my own selfish needs so forgive me!
Chapter 28
Viggo was awakened by the pounding on the door. He glanced over to the clock. He cussed loudly as he realized that he had overslept. He got out of the bed quickly and made his way through the house and opened the door that was repeatedly being pounded on.
“Okay, Okay, I’m up,” he complained as he let an irate Sean in.
“I thought you’d be ready to go,” he said taking in Viggo’s rumpled appearance.
“I didn’t sleep well,” he said and then realized how odd that sounded knowing he had just been rudely awaken. “Well the first part of the night I didn’t sleep well.” It was only after he had his little middle of the night fantasy that he felt exhausted enough or rather satisfied enough that he could relax.
Sean looked at his friend’s disheveled appearance. He wrinkled his nose suddenly, “What’s that smell?” he asked looking around.
Viggo’s head shot up. “What?”
“That smell, it’s…” he looked at Viggo again and how the man was blushing, he stepped closer as Viggo backed away. “It’s you,” he exclaimed. “What have you been up to Viggo?” he asked with a crooked smile.
“Nothing!” he growled back crossing his arms across his chest.
Sean laughed, “I would suggest a quick shower then before we go, just so you don’t offend anyone’s sense of smell on the plane, they may take it the wrong way mate.”
“Shut the fuck up Sean,” he scowled as he headed to the bathroom.
“Make it quick Vig, you don’t want to be late,” he called after him, laughing as he did. “I’ll just make some tea while I wait.”
Viggo grumbled as he headed unto the shower, embarrassed by the fact that Sean could still smell what he had done during the night. Still cussing he got into the shower and washed quickly.
Sean was taking a slow sip of his tea when Viggo came out freshly showered and dressed. “Ah, now that’s definitely better Vig,” he said with a smirk.
“Are you going to harp on me the whole way to the airport, or do I need to find another way?” he asked. He crossed his arms over his chest again and glared at Sean.
He laughed, “Just giving you a “Hard” time Vig,” he laughed at his own play on words.
“Funny,” he said without a smile. “Are you ready,” he asked, “or are you going to sit there and drink tea all day?”
“Just waiting on you my friend.” He said as he stood and walked to the door.
“Just waiting on you my friend,” Viggo mimicked.
Sean just laughed as he closed the door behind him.
They made their way without incident to the airport, and had just enough time to make the flight.
“Call me okay,” Sean asked as he was saying goodbye.
“I will, as soon as I know anything,” he replied. “Thanks Sean, for everything,” he said as he gave the big man a hug.
“Anytime mate, now go find our Diva Elf and bring him back here alright?”
Viggo laughed, “Alright, wish me luck,” he said as he waved a final goodbye.
Sean watched until Viggo disappeared. “Good luck my friend, you’re going to need it,” he said under his breath.
Viggo settled into his seat and placed his seat belt on. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized he was finally going to be on his way to convince Orlando that he loved him.
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Orlando woke up the next morning and squinted as the morning sun came through the window. He looked around and had to think for a minute as to where he was. “Home,” he whispered as he finally recognized his stuff in his room. He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the side of the bed and just sat for a minute, gathering his thoughts.
He could smell his mum cooking breakfast and knew there would be question to answer today. He rubbed his face with his hands briskly, trying to wake up. After much rubbing he stood and made his way to the loo. He looked into the mirror and saw the dark shadows still under his eyes. He looked like crap. He splashed some cold water on his face and headed out to find out what smelt so good coming from the kitchen.
He peered around the corner to see who was there before he walked in, but it was just his mom at the stove making pancakes.
“Hey mum,” he said as he walked into the kitchen and gave her a hug and kiss.
“Hey sweetie, sleep well?” she asked as she kissed him back.
“Oh, so so,” he replied as he opened the fridge and pulled out the juice and got a couple glasses out of the cupboard. He sat down at the table and poured some out into his glass.
“I’ve got pancakes, and eggs, is that alright?” she asked as she continued cooking.
“Yeah mum, it sounds great, I’m not sure how much I can eat though.”
Sonia paused as she was cooking. “Are you feeling okay honey? Is that why you’re here?” she asked as she brought the food to the table and sat down.
Orlando paused to think about his response, “It’s not my heart if that’s what you’re thinking mum,” then he thought actually it was, but not in that way.
Sonia let an audible sigh escape as she sagged in the chair slightly. “That’s good, I..was worried.”
Orlando took her hand and squeezed it tightly, “I know mum, I didn’t mean to worry you okay?” he said.
She nodded her head and took a bite.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, Orlando picking at his food, as his appetite really was not up to par yet. He knew his mum was wanting to ask him questions but he still didn’t know what to say.
She set her cup of tea down. “Did they fire you sweetheart?” she asked at last, not able to contain her curiosity any longer.
Orlando set his fork down and lay his hands in his lap. “No mum, not really.” He said his head lowered looking at his hands.
“What’s that mean? No, not really?” she asked.
“Well…I didn’t get fired, but I left without permission so..I probably will be.”
“Orlando! Why would you do such a thing?” she asked shocked by her sons unusual behavior. It wasn’t like him to quit anything.
Orlando squeezed the bridge of his nose; he felt a headache coming on. “There we’re some issues that were going on mum, I just couldn’t deal with it,” he said trying to be as vague as possible.
“Issues…I see.” She said finally.
Orlando picked up his fork again and stabbed at a piece of egg. “Mum, it’s really hard to talk about it right now,” he said quietly, hoping that would be satisfying enough for now.
“Orlando,” she said softly placing her hand on his. “I love you and I’m worried, this isn’t like you,” she said with concern in her voice.
Orlando nodded his head and bit on his lower lip. He began to feel the familiar sting to his eyes and nose.
“Orlando?” she said looking at him. She noticed how his nose was red and his eyes had that watery look when he was ready to cry. “Honey, let me help you,” she said as gently as she could.
Orlando swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and looked at his mum through his lowered lashes.
“I met someone mum,” he said.
“Well, that’s okay isn’t it?” she asked looking confused.
Orlando shrugged his shoulders. “It can be.”
“Do they frown on relationship’s going on during filming?” she asked.
“No, not really, as long as it doesn’t interfere with the movie,” he said quietly.
“Was it?’ she asked looking intently at her son, waiting for an answer.
Orlando nodded his head and whispered a quiet, “Yes.”
“Did they ask you to stop seeing this girl?”
“It..it wasn’t a girl mum,” he said looking intently at his hands again as they twisted his ring around his finger.
“It wasn’t.. What?” she asked her voice rose slightly.
Orlando took a deep breath, “I wasn’t seeing a girl mum, I was seeing a guy.”
Sonia had a flabbergasted look on her face, her mouth opened and closed several times before she could speak.
“Are you trying to tell me your gay?” she whispered.
Orlando stood abruptly and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stopped in the center of the room with his arms wrapped around himself, the tears finally escaping. He heard his mum’s steps as she walked up behind him and stopped.
“Orlando?” she asked gently.
“I’m sorry mum,” he cried softly. “I’m sorry, I’m a disappointment.”
Sonia reached forward and touched his shoulder. “Honey, I’m not disappointed in you. “I’m a little surprised is all.”
“You’re not?” he asked as he turned his head slightly.
“No honey, I love you, no matter what,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Orlando felt more tears come at hearing that.
“Come honey, sit on the couch with your mum and tell me what’s going on,” she said as he pulled on his hands.
Orlando let her walk him to the sofa and they sat there holding hands as Orlando tried to rein in his tears. He felt his mum’s hand on his face wiping some of them away.
“Who is it you met Orlando?” she asked finally when he seemed more calm and able to speak.
Orlando swallowed, “His name is Viggo,”
“Viggo? That’s Danish isn’t it?” she asked.
Orlando nodded. “He’s from America though mum.”
“Oh, okay, so you met Viggo, from America, then what?” she asked.
‘He’s really nice mum, very talented, he can speak several languages and writes poetry and he even paints!” he said with enthusiasm.
“Wow, a renaissance man,” she said. “How old is he honey?” she asked knowing he had to be older to have done all that.
Orlando looked away “40,” he said quietly.
“Forty!” she said rather loudly. “That’s a little old isn’t it?” she asked.
“He’s not like and old forty mum, he’s a young forty,” he explained
“Honey forty is forty, no matter how you count.” She said exasperated.
Orlando felt his shoulders slump. “It’s not like it matters anyway mum, it over.”
“Did he hurt you honey?” she asked hesitantly. Hoping not to hear that he was.
“No mum, not physically. I..loved him mum.” he said.
“Are you sure it was love Orlando? Have you ever been in love?” she asked.
“No I haven’t, but I am sure of it mum, I loved him, he was everything, that’s why I hurt so bad, that’s why.”
“Did he just use you and then get tired of you?” she asked, uncomfortable with the line of questioning going on.
“No mum,” he said immediately. “It wasn’t like that, not at all, it so unreal I can still barely believe it.” He added.
“What was so unreal Orlando?”
“He um… was married..before, over a year ago. His wife was killed in a car accident.”
“Oh honey, that’s awful. So he…he sees women and men then?”
“Yeah,” he replied his hands getting sweaty. It felt incredibly warm in the house all of a sudden, and he wondered if it was him or this very unusual talk he was having.
“Mum….” He said quietly. He took his mom’s hands in his and looked directly at her. “Mum look at me when I tell you this okay?”
“Sure honey,” she answered looking directly in Orlando’s eyes.
Viggo’s wife….she was the donor of my heart mum,” he said finally.
“What?” she asked blinking, thinking she had heard wrong somehow.
“You heard me mum, Viggo’s wife, was the donor of my heart,” he repeated.
“How…how do you know that?” She asked her heart racing suddenly.
“I had written a letter to the donor family thanking them. “I was at Viggos place and….he had taped the letter on the back of her picture and I found it.”
“Oh god!” she gasped as he hand flew to her mouth. “Orlando, how awful,”
“You have no idea mum,” he replied shaking his head sadly.
“Did he know honey?” she asked after catching her breath.
“No, not until after I had found it, I told him as soon as I could, but he didn’t take it well, that why I had to leave mum, I couldn’t stay there and work with him. He hates me now.”
“Did he say that?” she asked.
“No, but the look he gave me was enough mum, he wouldn’t even let me touch him after I had told him.”
“Oh sweet lord.” She said as she reached forward and hugged her son. “I am so sorry honey,” she whispered in his ear.
“I hope your not disappointed that I left mum, I just couldn’t stay,”
Sonia held his sweet face in her hands and looked at him, “Honey, you could never, ever disappoint me, I love you with all my heart.”
Orlando smiled and hugged his mom back. Thanks mum, I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know what to do, or where to go.” He said as he felt tears sliding down the hot cheeks.
“You can stay here as long as you need, you know that right?” she asked pulling away.
He nodded, and had a smile on his face. “Thanks mum, I love you.”
“I love you too sweetie,” she replied. “Why don’t you get some rest now, you’ve had a very hard time lately.”
“Okay,” he said quietly and lay back on the couch. He turned on the TV and flipped through the stations trying to find something good to watch. He flipped the channel once more and he thought he was seeing things. He stared hard at the T.V. It was one of Viggo’s movies that he had done. He wasn’t sure of the name; he knew it wasn’t Indian Runner that was for sure. He turned the volume up and listened for a few minutes, trying to follow the story line.
His mum returned just then with a cup of tea for him. “Here honey,” she said as she sat the tea down this will make you calmer.”
“Thanks mum,” he replied somewhat distracted. It was so hard to tear his eyes away from watching Viggo.
His mum noticed his distraction. She turned and looked at the screen, “Oh I know this movie Orlando,” she said.
He looked up at his mom. “You do?” he asked taking a small sip of tea.
“It’s called “A Walk On the Moon”, I’m pretty sure that’s it. I can’t remember that actor’s name though, I should really, I always thought he was so handsome.”
Orlando about spit his tea out as she said that.
“Honey, you okay?” she asked as she noticed her son coughing and trying to sit up.
“Fine,” he gasped as he finally got under control.
“You really should watch how you drink your tea, it’s not good to lay down and drink.”
“Thanks mum, I’ll remember that,” he said as he sat the cup back on the table.
“Good, I’m going to run to the market real quick, will you be okay while I’m gone?”
“Yeah mum, I’ll be fine, uh…where’s Sammie?”
“Oh she’s at a friends. Well I’m off then honey,” she said as she slipped her purse on her arm. “Do you need anything special while I’m out?”
“No mum, I’ll just have the usual,”
She smiled at him. What a sweet boy he was. “Ta luv,” she said as she closed the door.
Orlando watched as she got into the car and pulled away. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes and listened to Viggo raspy voice, closing his eyes and wishing he were there.
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Viggo shifted in his seat as the plane finally leveled out. His nerves were about shot worrying about Orlando. But it wouldn’t be long now he thought, he would talk to Orlando, tell him how wrong he was, tell him how much he loved him and hope that he still loved him.
“Would you like a drink?”
Viggo startled out of his thoughts and turned to the person standing next to him.
“Um. Yeah, coffee please,” he said softly.
The stewardess poured him a cup and handed the hot liquid to him. “Here you go sir,” she said sweetly.
Viggo looked up into blue eyes and soft blonde hair. “Thanks…um…Claire is it?” he asked.
“Yes…yes it is,” she smiled even more. “Are you visiting friends in London?” she asked trying to be pleasant with all her passengers, especially the good-looking ones.
“Yeah, um..no,” he stuttered finally.
She laughed. “So…was that yes or no?” she asked.
“Well,” he smiled finally. “It was yes and then no.”
She wrinkled her brows. “Okay,” she said slowly.
“I’m actually going to be eventually going to Canterbury, not to London, er.. I have a connecting flight.” He said somehow feeling he needed to explain.
Ohhhhh,” she said at last understanding. “Is Canterbury the place to be now days?” she asked.
Viggo frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Well…I had a young man on a flight form here to London yesterday and he was heading to Canterbury also, I just wondered if there was something going on there, something special.”
Viggo’s eyes widened at this bit of information. “Was this a young man tall, thin, dark curly hair?” he asked. Excitedly.
“Yes, do you know him? His name is Orlando.” She said.
“You talked to him?” he asked eagerly. “What did he say?”
She gave Viggo an odd look, “Well, he just said he was going to eventually be going to Canterbury, he had family there.”
“Did he say anything else? Please, it’s important.” He stressed.
She paused, “He just seemed upset, he had been crying.”
“Fuck,” Viggo muttered under his breath. “Anything else?”
“No, not really, just…I asked if he had broken up with his girlfriend, and he said not quite. He just said it was personal. So I didn’t ask anymore about it.”
“Was he okay after that?” he persisted in his questioning.
“I just got him a blanket and pillow and he slept all the way to London after that.”
“Is he a close friend of yours?” she asked thinking maybe she had given away to much information.
Viggo smiled slightly, “Yeah, he’s a very close friend, I’m going to find him and bring him back here.”
“Oh,” is all she could say to that. She looked at him closely. She was a pretty good judge of character and could read people pretty well sometimes. “You’re the personal problem,” she said after a minute.
Viggo blushed and nodded his head.
“Boyfriend?” she asked.
“Hope so,” he replied.
“Hmmm,” she said nodding her head in understanding. “I’d better get back to work before I get in trouble,” she whispered.
“It was nice talking to you Claire,” he said as he held out his hand.” I’m Viggo by the way.”
“Viggo, it’s been a pleasure, I’ll talk to you again before we land, alright?”
Viggo nodded his head yes in response, and watched as she went to serve the next passenger.
It sounded like Orlando was still pretty upset, even on the plane. He knew he had a lot of groveling to do when he finally caught up with him. He laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes, hoping if he slept, the time would go by quicker, and he would have Orlando back in his arms where he belonged.
Tbc….
A/N: And no evil cliffhanger either!
Chapter 28
Title: He’s your boyfriend?
Beta: No
Disclaimer: See previous
Warnings: Angst as usual
Feedback: Is my only hope
A/N: There will be some time differences here to suit my own selfish needs so forgive me!
Chapter 28
Viggo was awakened by the pounding on the door. He glanced over to the clock. He cussed loudly as he realized that he had overslept. He got out of the bed quickly and made his way through the house and opened the door that was repeatedly being pounded on.
“Okay, Okay, I’m up,” he complained as he let an irate Sean in.
“I thought you’d be ready to go,” he said taking in Viggo’s rumpled appearance.
“I didn’t sleep well,” he said and then realized how odd that sounded knowing he had just been rudely awaken. “Well the first part of the night I didn’t sleep well.” It was only after he had his little middle of the night fantasy that he felt exhausted enough or rather satisfied enough that he could relax.
Sean looked at his friend’s disheveled appearance. He wrinkled his nose suddenly, “What’s that smell?” he asked looking around.
Viggo’s head shot up. “What?”
“That smell, it’s…” he looked at Viggo again and how the man was blushing, he stepped closer as Viggo backed away. “It’s you,” he exclaimed. “What have you been up to Viggo?” he asked with a crooked smile.
“Nothing!” he growled back crossing his arms across his chest.
Sean laughed, “I would suggest a quick shower then before we go, just so you don’t offend anyone’s sense of smell on the plane, they may take it the wrong way mate.”
“Shut the fuck up Sean,” he scowled as he headed to the bathroom.
“Make it quick Vig, you don’t want to be late,” he called after him, laughing as he did. “I’ll just make some tea while I wait.”
Viggo grumbled as he headed unto the shower, embarrassed by the fact that Sean could still smell what he had done during the night. Still cussing he got into the shower and washed quickly.
Sean was taking a slow sip of his tea when Viggo came out freshly showered and dressed. “Ah, now that’s definitely better Vig,” he said with a smirk.
“Are you going to harp on me the whole way to the airport, or do I need to find another way?” he asked. He crossed his arms over his chest again and glared at Sean.
He laughed, “Just giving you a “Hard” time Vig,” he laughed at his own play on words.
“Funny,” he said without a smile. “Are you ready,” he asked, “or are you going to sit there and drink tea all day?”
“Just waiting on you my friend.” He said as he stood and walked to the door.
“Just waiting on you my friend,” Viggo mimicked.
Sean just laughed as he closed the door behind him.
They made their way without incident to the airport, and had just enough time to make the flight.
“Call me okay,” Sean asked as he was saying goodbye.
“I will, as soon as I know anything,” he replied. “Thanks Sean, for everything,” he said as he gave the big man a hug.
“Anytime mate, now go find our Diva Elf and bring him back here alright?”
Viggo laughed, “Alright, wish me luck,” he said as he waved a final goodbye.
Sean watched until Viggo disappeared. “Good luck my friend, you’re going to need it,” he said under his breath.
Viggo settled into his seat and placed his seat belt on. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized he was finally going to be on his way to convince Orlando that he loved him.
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Orlando woke up the next morning and squinted as the morning sun came through the window. He looked around and had to think for a minute as to where he was. “Home,” he whispered as he finally recognized his stuff in his room. He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the side of the bed and just sat for a minute, gathering his thoughts.
He could smell his mum cooking breakfast and knew there would be question to answer today. He rubbed his face with his hands briskly, trying to wake up. After much rubbing he stood and made his way to the loo. He looked into the mirror and saw the dark shadows still under his eyes. He looked like crap. He splashed some cold water on his face and headed out to find out what smelt so good coming from the kitchen.
He peered around the corner to see who was there before he walked in, but it was just his mom at the stove making pancakes.
“Hey mum,” he said as he walked into the kitchen and gave her a hug and kiss.
“Hey sweetie, sleep well?” she asked as she kissed him back.
“Oh, so so,” he replied as he opened the fridge and pulled out the juice and got a couple glasses out of the cupboard. He sat down at the table and poured some out into his glass.
“I’ve got pancakes, and eggs, is that alright?” she asked as she continued cooking.
“Yeah mum, it sounds great, I’m not sure how much I can eat though.”
Sonia paused as she was cooking. “Are you feeling okay honey? Is that why you’re here?” she asked as she brought the food to the table and sat down.
Orlando paused to think about his response, “It’s not my heart if that’s what you’re thinking mum,” then he thought actually it was, but not in that way.
Sonia let an audible sigh escape as she sagged in the chair slightly. “That’s good, I..was worried.”
Orlando took her hand and squeezed it tightly, “I know mum, I didn’t mean to worry you okay?” he said.
She nodded her head and took a bite.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, Orlando picking at his food, as his appetite really was not up to par yet. He knew his mum was wanting to ask him questions but he still didn’t know what to say.
She set her cup of tea down. “Did they fire you sweetheart?” she asked at last, not able to contain her curiosity any longer.
Orlando set his fork down and lay his hands in his lap. “No mum, not really.” He said his head lowered looking at his hands.
“What’s that mean? No, not really?” she asked.
“Well…I didn’t get fired, but I left without permission so..I probably will be.”
“Orlando! Why would you do such a thing?” she asked shocked by her sons unusual behavior. It wasn’t like him to quit anything.
Orlando squeezed the bridge of his nose; he felt a headache coming on. “There we’re some issues that were going on mum, I just couldn’t deal with it,” he said trying to be as vague as possible.
“Issues…I see.” She said finally.
Orlando picked up his fork again and stabbed at a piece of egg. “Mum, it’s really hard to talk about it right now,” he said quietly, hoping that would be satisfying enough for now.
“Orlando,” she said softly placing her hand on his. “I love you and I’m worried, this isn’t like you,” she said with concern in her voice.
Orlando nodded his head and bit on his lower lip. He began to feel the familiar sting to his eyes and nose.
“Orlando?” she said looking at him. She noticed how his nose was red and his eyes had that watery look when he was ready to cry. “Honey, let me help you,” she said as gently as she could.
Orlando swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and looked at his mum through his lowered lashes.
“I met someone mum,” he said.
“Well, that’s okay isn’t it?” she asked looking confused.
Orlando shrugged his shoulders. “It can be.”
“Do they frown on relationship’s going on during filming?” she asked.
“No, not really, as long as it doesn’t interfere with the movie,” he said quietly.
“Was it?’ she asked looking intently at her son, waiting for an answer.
Orlando nodded his head and whispered a quiet, “Yes.”
“Did they ask you to stop seeing this girl?”
“It..it wasn’t a girl mum,” he said looking intently at his hands again as they twisted his ring around his finger.
“It wasn’t.. What?” she asked her voice rose slightly.
Orlando took a deep breath, “I wasn’t seeing a girl mum, I was seeing a guy.”
Sonia had a flabbergasted look on her face, her mouth opened and closed several times before she could speak.
“Are you trying to tell me your gay?” she whispered.
Orlando stood abruptly and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He stopped in the center of the room with his arms wrapped around himself, the tears finally escaping. He heard his mum’s steps as she walked up behind him and stopped.
“Orlando?” she asked gently.
“I’m sorry mum,” he cried softly. “I’m sorry, I’m a disappointment.”
Sonia reached forward and touched his shoulder. “Honey, I’m not disappointed in you. “I’m a little surprised is all.”
“You’re not?” he asked as he turned his head slightly.
“No honey, I love you, no matter what,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
Orlando felt more tears come at hearing that.
“Come honey, sit on the couch with your mum and tell me what’s going on,” she said as he pulled on his hands.
Orlando let her walk him to the sofa and they sat there holding hands as Orlando tried to rein in his tears. He felt his mum’s hand on his face wiping some of them away.
“Who is it you met Orlando?” she asked finally when he seemed more calm and able to speak.
Orlando swallowed, “His name is Viggo,”
“Viggo? That’s Danish isn’t it?” she asked.
Orlando nodded. “He’s from America though mum.”
“Oh, okay, so you met Viggo, from America, then what?” she asked.
‘He’s really nice mum, very talented, he can speak several languages and writes poetry and he even paints!” he said with enthusiasm.
“Wow, a renaissance man,” she said. “How old is he honey?” she asked knowing he had to be older to have done all that.
Orlando looked away “40,” he said quietly.
“Forty!” she said rather loudly. “That’s a little old isn’t it?” she asked.
“He’s not like and old forty mum, he’s a young forty,” he explained
“Honey forty is forty, no matter how you count.” She said exasperated.
Orlando felt his shoulders slump. “It’s not like it matters anyway mum, it over.”
“Did he hurt you honey?” she asked hesitantly. Hoping not to hear that he was.
“No mum, not physically. I..loved him mum.” he said.
“Are you sure it was love Orlando? Have you ever been in love?” she asked.
“No I haven’t, but I am sure of it mum, I loved him, he was everything, that’s why I hurt so bad, that’s why.”
“Did he just use you and then get tired of you?” she asked, uncomfortable with the line of questioning going on.
“No mum,” he said immediately. “It wasn’t like that, not at all, it so unreal I can still barely believe it.” He added.
“What was so unreal Orlando?”
“He um… was married..before, over a year ago. His wife was killed in a car accident.”
“Oh honey, that’s awful. So he…he sees women and men then?”
“Yeah,” he replied his hands getting sweaty. It felt incredibly warm in the house all of a sudden, and he wondered if it was him or this very unusual talk he was having.
“Mum….” He said quietly. He took his mom’s hands in his and looked directly at her. “Mum look at me when I tell you this okay?”
“Sure honey,” she answered looking directly in Orlando’s eyes.
Viggo’s wife….she was the donor of my heart mum,” he said finally.
“What?” she asked blinking, thinking she had heard wrong somehow.
“You heard me mum, Viggo’s wife, was the donor of my heart,” he repeated.
“How…how do you know that?” She asked her heart racing suddenly.
“I had written a letter to the donor family thanking them. “I was at Viggos place and….he had taped the letter on the back of her picture and I found it.”
“Oh god!” she gasped as he hand flew to her mouth. “Orlando, how awful,”
“You have no idea mum,” he replied shaking his head sadly.
“Did he know honey?” she asked after catching her breath.
“No, not until after I had found it, I told him as soon as I could, but he didn’t take it well, that why I had to leave mum, I couldn’t stay there and work with him. He hates me now.”
“Did he say that?” she asked.
“No, but the look he gave me was enough mum, he wouldn’t even let me touch him after I had told him.”
“Oh sweet lord.” She said as she reached forward and hugged her son. “I am so sorry honey,” she whispered in his ear.
“I hope your not disappointed that I left mum, I just couldn’t stay,”
Sonia held his sweet face in her hands and looked at him, “Honey, you could never, ever disappoint me, I love you with all my heart.”
Orlando smiled and hugged his mom back. Thanks mum, I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know what to do, or where to go.” He said as he felt tears sliding down the hot cheeks.
“You can stay here as long as you need, you know that right?” she asked pulling away.
He nodded, and had a smile on his face. “Thanks mum, I love you.”
“I love you too sweetie,” she replied. “Why don’t you get some rest now, you’ve had a very hard time lately.”
“Okay,” he said quietly and lay back on the couch. He turned on the TV and flipped through the stations trying to find something good to watch. He flipped the channel once more and he thought he was seeing things. He stared hard at the T.V. It was one of Viggo’s movies that he had done. He wasn’t sure of the name; he knew it wasn’t Indian Runner that was for sure. He turned the volume up and listened for a few minutes, trying to follow the story line.
His mum returned just then with a cup of tea for him. “Here honey,” she said as she sat the tea down this will make you calmer.”
“Thanks mum,” he replied somewhat distracted. It was so hard to tear his eyes away from watching Viggo.
His mum noticed his distraction. She turned and looked at the screen, “Oh I know this movie Orlando,” she said.
He looked up at his mom. “You do?” he asked taking a small sip of tea.
“It’s called “A Walk On the Moon”, I’m pretty sure that’s it. I can’t remember that actor’s name though, I should really, I always thought he was so handsome.”
Orlando about spit his tea out as she said that.
“Honey, you okay?” she asked as she noticed her son coughing and trying to sit up.
“Fine,” he gasped as he finally got under control.
“You really should watch how you drink your tea, it’s not good to lay down and drink.”
“Thanks mum, I’ll remember that,” he said as he sat the cup back on the table.
“Good, I’m going to run to the market real quick, will you be okay while I’m gone?”
“Yeah mum, I’ll be fine, uh…where’s Sammie?”
“Oh she’s at a friends. Well I’m off then honey,” she said as she slipped her purse on her arm. “Do you need anything special while I’m out?”
“No mum, I’ll just have the usual,”
She smiled at him. What a sweet boy he was. “Ta luv,” she said as she closed the door.
Orlando watched as she got into the car and pulled away. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes and listened to Viggo raspy voice, closing his eyes and wishing he were there.
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Viggo shifted in his seat as the plane finally leveled out. His nerves were about shot worrying about Orlando. But it wouldn’t be long now he thought, he would talk to Orlando, tell him how wrong he was, tell him how much he loved him and hope that he still loved him.
“Would you like a drink?”
Viggo startled out of his thoughts and turned to the person standing next to him.
“Um. Yeah, coffee please,” he said softly.
The stewardess poured him a cup and handed the hot liquid to him. “Here you go sir,” she said sweetly.
Viggo looked up into blue eyes and soft blonde hair. “Thanks…um…Claire is it?” he asked.
“Yes…yes it is,” she smiled even more. “Are you visiting friends in London?” she asked trying to be pleasant with all her passengers, especially the good-looking ones.
“Yeah, um..no,” he stuttered finally.
She laughed. “So…was that yes or no?” she asked.
“Well,” he smiled finally. “It was yes and then no.”
She wrinkled her brows. “Okay,” she said slowly.
“I’m actually going to be eventually going to Canterbury, not to London, er.. I have a connecting flight.” He said somehow feeling he needed to explain.
Ohhhhh,” she said at last understanding. “Is Canterbury the place to be now days?” she asked.
Viggo frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Well…I had a young man on a flight form here to London yesterday and he was heading to Canterbury also, I just wondered if there was something going on there, something special.”
Viggo’s eyes widened at this bit of information. “Was this a young man tall, thin, dark curly hair?” he asked. Excitedly.
“Yes, do you know him? His name is Orlando.” She said.
“You talked to him?” he asked eagerly. “What did he say?”
She gave Viggo an odd look, “Well, he just said he was going to eventually be going to Canterbury, he had family there.”
“Did he say anything else? Please, it’s important.” He stressed.
She paused, “He just seemed upset, he had been crying.”
“Fuck,” Viggo muttered under his breath. “Anything else?”
“No, not really, just…I asked if he had broken up with his girlfriend, and he said not quite. He just said it was personal. So I didn’t ask anymore about it.”
“Was he okay after that?” he persisted in his questioning.
“I just got him a blanket and pillow and he slept all the way to London after that.”
“Is he a close friend of yours?” she asked thinking maybe she had given away to much information.
Viggo smiled slightly, “Yeah, he’s a very close friend, I’m going to find him and bring him back here.”
“Oh,” is all she could say to that. She looked at him closely. She was a pretty good judge of character and could read people pretty well sometimes. “You’re the personal problem,” she said after a minute.
Viggo blushed and nodded his head.
“Boyfriend?” she asked.
“Hope so,” he replied.
“Hmmm,” she said nodding her head in understanding. “I’d better get back to work before I get in trouble,” she whispered.
“It was nice talking to you Claire,” he said as he held out his hand.” I’m Viggo by the way.”
“Viggo, it’s been a pleasure, I’ll talk to you again before we land, alright?”
Viggo nodded his head yes in response, and watched as she went to serve the next passenger.
It sounded like Orlando was still pretty upset, even on the plane. He knew he had a lot of groveling to do when he finally caught up with him. He laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes, hoping if he slept, the time would go by quicker, and he would have Orlando back in his arms where he belonged.
Tbc….
A/N: And no evil cliffhanger either!
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Date: 2006-08-28 07:07 am (UTC)Then this was just great...
“Oh,” is all she could say to that. She looked at him closely. She was a pretty good judge of character and could read people pretty well sometimes. “You’re the personal problem,” she said after a minute.
Thank You! I love that you had Viggo and Claire interact. And what do you mean 'no evil cliffhanger either'? They're still not back together yet, until that happens, it'll always be evil cliffhangers. ;-P
g'night,
~C~
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Date: 2006-08-28 07:31 am (UTC)But yeah the time line with Claire being on that flight the next day would never happen in real life but for my benifit she was.
yes maybe Orli and his mum will fight over Viggo! That would be interesting.
yes Viggo was the personal problem and she figured it out, smart girl.
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Date: 2006-08-30 07:10 am (UTC)Canterbury had better watch out for fireworks soon!