Out of the Darkness...Light (20/?)

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I'm sorry for the delay in posting.  I've been out of town and wasn't able to get online. I'm back now, though:)  Enjoy!

 

TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (20/?)
AUTHOR: DS
E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.net
RATING: R--Violence, Angst
PAIRING: Orli/Viggo
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these guys (though I wish I did). No money is being
made from this endeavor and no disrespect is intended. It's all for fun!
And thanks so much to those of you looking it over for me:) Your time and
comments are much appreciated.
FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.

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CHAPTER TWENTY 

Sean

 

Beer! That was it! They would call on the hobbits for help. Maybe between all of them, they’d be able to get Viggo in to see the boy. That’s what they both needed and he felt sure it would go a long way towards helping Orlando recover.

 

“All right, Viggo. I know what we’re going to do.”

 

When his friend looked at him questioningly, Sean smiled broadly at him, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

 

“Come on, mate. We have a plan to put into effect!”

 

 

Viggo

 

From his vantage point on the sofa, he watched as Sean grabbed the phone and started punching numbers. What was he up to? Whatever it was, he seemed awfully determined. As numb as he felt, he still had to smile when his friend, phone to his left ear, looked over at him and grinned like a schoolboy, waggling his eyebrows and winking.

 

He listened as Sean left a message on the machine. Evidently, the occupant wasn’t home.

 

“Dom. This is Sean. Give me a call when you get home, if you would. Thanks.”

 

He watched as Sean replaced the receiver on the phone cradle and turned to face him, smile still plastered across his face.

 

“Viggo, it’s going to be all right. We’re going to get you in there.”

 

Sighing deeply, Viggo nodded his thanks. He didn’t know what Sean had up his sleeve, but he sure hoped it worked!

 

 

 

Candice

 

“So how did that make you feel?” 

 

Subconsciously holding her breath, she waited to see if he would answer. Part of her—a big part—didn’t really think he would. After all, they were starting to touch on some pretty delicate areas and she wasn’t yet sure how he was going to handle it. Then to her surprise, he answered—slowly, tentatively, almost so low he couldn’t be hear—but it was an answer nonetheless.

 

“It…umm…it made me…angry.”

 

She waited, giving him time in case he wanted to continue. He didn’t. So it was going to be up to her.

 

“Yes? What else?”

 

Haunted brown eyes met hers and for a fraction of a moment she almost regreted asking the question. But, she reminded herself firmly, this was her job—and she wasn’t trying to hurt him, only help. So she waited.

 

“Scared.” 

 

His voice was so low she had to strain to hear what he was saying. But she managed to hear, and understand.

 

“What are you afraid of, Orlando?”

 

She couldn’t look at his eyes. Her resolve to remain firm would desert her. So, she concentrated on a spot just beneath his eyes—not too obvious. And she waited—she was good at waiting. It was her job.

 

 

Orlando

 

What was he supposed to say? When he’d decided to give her what she wanted, he’d never counted on it being so painful. He didn’t even want to think about what had happened, let alone talk about it. But, he reminded himself, it was necessary if he wanted to get out of here—and he really wanted out. He’d do what he had to do.

 

“I really…don’t like to think about it.”

 

He saw her expression soften at his answer. She really wasn’t so bad. And she was just doing her job.

 

“I can understand that. But, what are you afraid of?” she asked. 

 

Hesitating, he tried to figure out how to respond. 

 

“Right now…I’m afraid of…being alone.”

 

Silence. He waited a moment, then decided to add a little more.

 

“And I don’t like…it makes me nervous when people I don’t know come in. I don’t know why.” He shrugged, almost self-consciously, and fell silent.

 

Glancing over at her, he saw her smile and shake her head slightly.

 

“Orlando, it’s totally understandable. This thing that happened to you, this horrible thing, was perpetrated by people you didn’t know. “

 

He nodded slowly, considering what she said. It did make sense. But she wasn’t finished.

 

“It won’t always be like that, you know. You’ll learn to deal with these feelings and you’ll be able to handle them. You’ll see. That’s why these sessions are so important—to help you get to that point.”

 

He nodded again, as if agreeing with her, but inside his secret little voice was at work, nagging at him, talking to him, trying to convince him of what was true.   The little voice no one knew about but him.

 

‘Sure, that’s what she thinks. But I already know how to handle it. Haven’t I been doing that for twenty years?’

 

 

 

 

 

   
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Comments

[jackieville.livejournal.com]

Welcome back!!! *hugs* Oh my...that secret little voice makes me so nervous! Poor Orlando, I really hope Candice can help him and that the hobbits and Sean will get Viggo in to see him, I think Viggo is just what he needs right now. He's so afraid of being alone and yet afraid of strangers also. Viggo is just what the doctor ordered. I am so enchanted with this story and can't wait for more!!! *bounces*