Out of the Darkness...Light (23/?)
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vigorliTITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (23/?)
AUTHOR: DS
E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.
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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AUTHOR: DS
E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.
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-THREE
An hour later, Ian's living room resonated with the sound of
raised voices, some irate, some attempting to calm-all of them upset. Even
though Ian was the only one who had spoken with Orlando regarding Viggo's
absence, the others had noticed that he and Bean were not there. And they
were mad.
Dom and Elijah were ready to storm over to confront them, while
Sean Astin and Billy did their best to keep them from carrying out their
plans. John and Hugo just stood on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold
before them and fuming silently amongst themselves. Dom, especially, was
irate.
"You all saw the look on his face! He was devastated! He was
trying to hide it, but it was obvious that he was upset."
"You're right," Elijah agreed vehemently with his friend.
"Where were Viggo and Beanie? That's what I want to know!"
"Come on, guys. We don't know why they weren't there. They
must have had a good reason. This is Viggo and Sean we're talking about."
Dom looked at Sean in disbelief as he made this pronouncement,
his expression quickly changing from disbelief to anger.
"That's right, Sean. This is Viggo and Sean we're talking
about. And this is Orli we're talking about. There's nowhere else they
should have been this morning. They should have been there.at the
hospital.with the rest of us!"
"Now Dom."
The Brit was furious and whirled to glare at Billy before
anything further could be said.
"Don't 'Now Dom' me, Billy! There's no excuse. Orlando's our
friend-he's their friend. They needed to be there for him. No excuses.
Especially Viggo. He should have been there. With Orli!"
Nobody said a word, all of them silently agreeing with Dom,
nobody wanting to refute what he was saying. Then, seeing that certain
tempers were on the rise again, Ian forestalled further trouble by raising a
hand and saying "Stop. Enough. I will handle this."
Six pairs of angry, confused eyes looked over at him, obviously
wondering what he had in mind. He did not leave them in suspense.
"I will go speak with Viggo and Sean. I'll find out why they
have not been to see Orlando. Let us determine what the facts are before we
decide what to do."
"That makes perfect sense," John agreed, attempting to diffuse
the tension in the room. "We'll await your report."
"Oh, this is very nice, Orlando. What do you think?"
Sonia frowned as her son shrugged his response. No other answer
was forthcoming from him. She tried again, determined to make him smile,
cheer him up.
"Look, you have a wonderful view from the window, and all the
flowers and balloons make it so cheerful. So much nicer than..." she
trailed off, catching herself before she mentioned *that* place--the psych
ward from which Orlando had just been discharged. Now, after three and a
half days upstairs, he was back in the regular ward, where he belonged. And
if all went well, he'd be leaving the hospital in the next day or two. Then
he could leave this whole nightmare behind him and move on with his life.
She didn't miss the slight grimace that crossed her son's face
when she *didn't* mention where he'd spent the last several days. Sighing
in frustration, she walked over to where he was seated by the window,
watching as he just sat and stared at the door, as if waiting...for
something, or someone. She experienced a flash of irritation at his sullen
behavior, and was immediately ashamed of herself.
"Orlando. What's the matter?"
No response. Kneeling beside him, she rested an elbow on the
arm of his chair, laying her hand over his.
"It's going to be all right, you know. It really will."
He said nothing, but his expression told her that he didn't
believe a word she had said. His eyes stayed glued on the door, as if he
was willing it to open. Believing she knew the reason, she smiled to
herself, knowing that his visitors would soon be here.
"Your friends will be arriving shortly. You'll have a nice
visit. Won't that be nice?"
He gave her an incredulous look, as if he believed she was
either crazy or, at the least, had no idea what she was talking about.
"What's wrong?" she asked in confusion. "You don't want them to
come? But, I thought that was what you wanted."
"Mum!" Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with frustration and
sorrow.
"What? Tell me."
Drawing a ragged breath, as if he was about to lose control
but was trying to keep it, he shook his head and looked at her, his dark
eyes wet with unshed tears.
"Mum, just stop. Please."
"What...what do you mean? I thought you wanted to see your
friends."
"I do. But..." he trailed off, as if unable-or unwilling-to
continue.
Sonia searched his face, troubled by what saw. His face was
still covered with bruises, though they were beginning to fade. Those that
were left, however, only highlighted the stark paleness of his features.
And his eyes, usually so full of life and excitement, were now dulled with
sorrow. It broke her heart.
Squeezing his hand, she reached out with her other hand to brush
a curl off his forehead, ignoring the fact that he flinched away momentarily
before allowing her to complete her action.
"Orlando." Her voice held all her love and concern for him--at
least she hoped it did.
"Mum," he started again. "I do want to see them. I'm glad
they've come. But...but the one I really want to see hasn't come at all.
No one's even heard from him." Looking down at their joined hands, he drew
a ragged breath.
"Son. What do you mean?"
Looking up at her, his eyes were suddenly intense, filled with
pain.
"Viggo, mum! It's Viggo I'm talking about. I thought we were
friends. Beanie, too." Lowering his gaze once more, he shook his head and
sighed, obviously still upset.
Sonia's eyes widened and she held her breath, realizing suddenly
what she had done, but not wanting Orlando to know.
"Viggo?" she asked in a tremulous voice.
"Yes, mum. Viggo. He...he said he cared for me. I guess he
just felt sorry for me. That's all it was. Why would anyone care for me,
anyway? Haven't you heard, mum? I'm damaged goods." He chuckled wryly at
these last words, though it was more self-depreciating than humorous.
Sonia's eyes widened in shock at his words and she realized that
she had done a terrible, terrible thing.
Ian looked at the door in frustration, as if the mere act of
glaring at it would force it to open. No such luck. After standing here
for the last five minutes alternately knocking on the door and ringing the
bell, he had come to the logical conclusion that no one was home. Hmmm. He
would have to rethink his plan. It had seemed so simple an hour ago. He
would drive to Viggo's place, confront him about his absence at the hospital
and then, once everything was cleared up, report back to the others. He
hadn't taken into account that fact that Viggo might not be home.
Obviously, the man was not here.
Raising his eyes heavenward, as if searching for advice, Ian
reached his decision. All right. On to Plan B. He would drive over to
Beanie's house. Maybe they were there. If not...well, he would cross that
bridge when he came to it. But right now, it was a better alternative than
returning to his home to face his six friends, who were likely near to
boiling over by now. Yes. He would continue on to Beanie's house. Saying
a silent prayer that both men would be there when he arrived, Ian left
Viggo's front porch and headed for his car.
An hour later, Ian's living room resonated with the sound of
raised voices, some irate, some attempting to calm-all of them upset. Even
though Ian was the only one who had spoken with Orlando regarding Viggo's
absence, the others had noticed that he and Bean were not there. And they
were mad.
Dom and Elijah were ready to storm over to confront them, while
Sean Astin and Billy did their best to keep them from carrying out their
plans. John and Hugo just stood on the sidelines, watching the drama unfold
before them and fuming silently amongst themselves. Dom, especially, was
irate.
"You all saw the look on his face! He was devastated! He was
trying to hide it, but it was obvious that he was upset."
"You're right," Elijah agreed vehemently with his friend.
"Where were Viggo and Beanie? That's what I want to know!"
"Come on, guys. We don't know why they weren't there. They
must have had a good reason. This is Viggo and Sean we're talking about."
Dom looked at Sean in disbelief as he made this pronouncement,
his expression quickly changing from disbelief to anger.
"That's right, Sean. This is Viggo and Sean we're talking
about. And this is Orli we're talking about. There's nowhere else they
should have been this morning. They should have been there.at the
hospital.with the rest of us!"
"Now Dom."
The Brit was furious and whirled to glare at Billy before
anything further could be said.
"Don't 'Now Dom' me, Billy! There's no excuse. Orlando's our
friend-he's their friend. They needed to be there for him. No excuses.
Especially Viggo. He should have been there. With Orli!"
Nobody said a word, all of them silently agreeing with Dom,
nobody wanting to refute what he was saying. Then, seeing that certain
tempers were on the rise again, Ian forestalled further trouble by raising a
hand and saying "Stop. Enough. I will handle this."
Six pairs of angry, confused eyes looked over at him, obviously
wondering what he had in mind. He did not leave them in suspense.
"I will go speak with Viggo and Sean. I'll find out why they
have not been to see Orlando. Let us determine what the facts are before we
decide what to do."
"That makes perfect sense," John agreed, attempting to diffuse
the tension in the room. "We'll await your report."
"Oh, this is very nice, Orlando. What do you think?"
Sonia frowned as her son shrugged his response. No other answer
was forthcoming from him. She tried again, determined to make him smile,
cheer him up.
"Look, you have a wonderful view from the window, and all the
flowers and balloons make it so cheerful. So much nicer than..." she
trailed off, catching herself before she mentioned *that* place--the psych
ward from which Orlando had just been discharged. Now, after three and a
half days upstairs, he was back in the regular ward, where he belonged. And
if all went well, he'd be leaving the hospital in the next day or two. Then
he could leave this whole nightmare behind him and move on with his life.
She didn't miss the slight grimace that crossed her son's face
when she *didn't* mention where he'd spent the last several days. Sighing
in frustration, she walked over to where he was seated by the window,
watching as he just sat and stared at the door, as if waiting...for
something, or someone. She experienced a flash of irritation at his sullen
behavior, and was immediately ashamed of herself.
"Orlando. What's the matter?"
No response. Kneeling beside him, she rested an elbow on the
arm of his chair, laying her hand over his.
"It's going to be all right, you know. It really will."
He said nothing, but his expression told her that he didn't
believe a word she had said. His eyes stayed glued on the door, as if he
was willing it to open. Believing she knew the reason, she smiled to
herself, knowing that his visitors would soon be here.
"Your friends will be arriving shortly. You'll have a nice
visit. Won't that be nice?"
He gave her an incredulous look, as if he believed she was
either crazy or, at the least, had no idea what she was talking about.
"What's wrong?" she asked in confusion. "You don't want them to
come? But, I thought that was what you wanted."
"Mum!" Finally, he spoke, his voice filled with frustration and
sorrow.
"What? Tell me."
Drawing a ragged breath, as if he was about to lose control
but was trying to keep it, he shook his head and looked at her, his dark
eyes wet with unshed tears.
"Mum, just stop. Please."
"What...what do you mean? I thought you wanted to see your
friends."
"I do. But..." he trailed off, as if unable-or unwilling-to
continue.
Sonia searched his face, troubled by what saw. His face was
still covered with bruises, though they were beginning to fade. Those that
were left, however, only highlighted the stark paleness of his features.
And his eyes, usually so full of life and excitement, were now dulled with
sorrow. It broke her heart.
Squeezing his hand, she reached out with her other hand to brush
a curl off his forehead, ignoring the fact that he flinched away momentarily
before allowing her to complete her action.
"Orlando." Her voice held all her love and concern for him--at
least she hoped it did.
"Mum," he started again. "I do want to see them. I'm glad
they've come. But...but the one I really want to see hasn't come at all.
No one's even heard from him." Looking down at their joined hands, he drew
a ragged breath.
"Son. What do you mean?"
Looking up at her, his eyes were suddenly intense, filled with
pain.
"Viggo, mum! It's Viggo I'm talking about. I thought we were
friends. Beanie, too." Lowering his gaze once more, he shook his head and
sighed, obviously still upset.
Sonia's eyes widened and she held her breath, realizing suddenly
what she had done, but not wanting Orlando to know.
"Viggo?" she asked in a tremulous voice.
"Yes, mum. Viggo. He...he said he cared for me. I guess he
just felt sorry for me. That's all it was. Why would anyone care for me,
anyway? Haven't you heard, mum? I'm damaged goods." He chuckled wryly at
these last words, though it was more self-depreciating than humorous.
Sonia's eyes widened in shock at his words and she realized that
she had done a terrible, terrible thing.
Ian looked at the door in frustration, as if the mere act of
glaring at it would force it to open. No such luck. After standing here
for the last five minutes alternately knocking on the door and ringing the
bell, he had come to the logical conclusion that no one was home. Hmmm. He
would have to rethink his plan. It had seemed so simple an hour ago. He
would drive to Viggo's place, confront him about his absence at the hospital
and then, once everything was cleared up, report back to the others. He
hadn't taken into account that fact that Viggo might not be home.
Obviously, the man was not here.
Raising his eyes heavenward, as if searching for advice, Ian
reached his decision. All right. On to Plan B. He would drive over to
Beanie's house. Maybe they were there. If not...well, he would cross that
bridge when he came to it. But right now, it was a better alternative than
returning to his home to face his six friends, who were likely near to
boiling over by now. Yes. He would continue on to Beanie's house. Saying
a silent prayer that both men would be there when he arrived, Ian left
Viggo's front porch and headed for his car.
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Date: 2007-08-19 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 10:28 pm (UTC)I hope they will patch things up though for he's going to be better off with hs family and friends there for him!
I hope things will be cleared up between Viggo, Beanie and the others soon!
Thanks for sharing, I still love this to bits, hugs and kisses!!!
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Date: 2007-08-20 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-21 08:46 pm (UTC)