Out of the Darkness...Light (27/?)

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TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (27?)
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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Orlando

 

            Oh, not again. Didn’t those damn nurses ever rest or take a break? They sure didn’t want the patients to, that was for sure. They had a nasty habit of congregating outside his door and talking as loudly as they could. And every time he closed his eyes, hoping to relax for a few moments, the door would burst open to admit a nurse bearing something, either medication or equipment. Well, at least this one was smiling, not like the old battleaxe that was in here last night. Oh well. What did this one want?

            Cracking his right eye a bit, and noticing it was only six a.m., he saw that ‘this one’ was apparently here to take his vitals. Six a.m.   Another long day in this place. But, if all went well, he’d be getting out tomorrow. He could only hope.

            Hope.   Humph. He’d been doing a lot of that lately. Every time the door opened he hoped it was…him. But it wasn’t. It never was. It hadn’t been for days. And it probably wouldn’t be. Viggo’s absence—especially after the others had come yesterday—had just brought home to him the fact that the older man not only was not interested in him, but was probably repulsed by who he really was. Oh well. He could live with that. He’d have to, wouldn’t he?

 

Sean

 

            “Okay, Viggo. I’m not sure why, but Dom hasn’t returned my call. Nor have any of the others. So I say let’s go to them.”

            At his friend’s nod, the two men rose and exited the diner, Sean tossing a tip on the table as he left.

            Twenty minutes later, they were parked in front of the small house Dom, Elijah and Billy were sharing for the duration of the shoot. Since it was only seven in the morning, Sean was fairly certain they’d be home. Of course, they were going to be none too happy to have him pounding on their door so early in the morning, but that was the breaks. He and Viggo needed to talk to them, desperately…now! 

Walking up to the front door, he studied his companion out of the corner of his eye. Viggo didn’t look good. It was plain he’d had no sleep the night before and the worry and stress of the last week was definitely catching up with him. And now, the banishment…well, they’d take care of that today, one way or another. Raising his hand, he pressed the doorbell, and waited.

Glancing over at the man on his right, Sean nodded and gave what he hoped was a reassuring grin. They’d get things straightened out here—somehow. When Viggo responded with a half-hearted, lopsided smile, the Brit felt a swelling of confidence run through him; he hoped it was deserved.

Just as he was ready to ring the bell again, the door swung open and he came face to face with a tired-looking, disheveled Dom. A tired-looking Dom,   who visibly perked up when he saw who was at his door.

“Where the hell have you been?” came out in unison. 

Both men stopped, brought up short by the other’s outburst. As they stood looking at each other, both trying to figure out what to say next, another figure entered the fray, walking up to and looking over Dom’s shoulder, as if to see what was going on.            Billy, an apple in one hand, a mug of tea in the other.

“Sean! Viggo! We’ve been looking all over for you. Where ya been?”

Although he was asking the same question Sean and Dom had thrown at each other moments before, Billy had unknowingly diffused a suddenly tense situation. Sean was thankful for that, having no real desire to become embroiled in an argument at the moment. He just wanted to get Viggo in to see Orlando. That was all.

 

Viggo

 

            He didn’t want to, wasn’t in the mood to, but almost had to chuckle at the looks Sean and Dom were giving each other. Almost like the two cocks on the walk, sizing each other up, searching for the other’s weak spot. Neither willing to back down. Shaking his head and letting a grin cross his face, Viggo reached over to pat Sean on the back as he pushed past him and Dom to enter the house. Billy stepped aside to let him pass.

            “So, Vig, Sean, where have you been for the past twenty-four hours?”

            Dom had calmed down and seemed to be forcing himself to speak in a calm, composed voice.

            “Right where we’re supposed to be, Dom. Right where we’re supposed to be.”

            The younger man looked at him, a quizzical expression on his face—an expression that was quickly replaced by one of annoyance.

            “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Viggo? We’ve been looking all over for you. If you were ‘right where you were supposed to be’ we would have found you!”

            Shaking his head in frustration, Viggo put his hands up, hoping to forestall any further argument. This just wasn’t the time. 

            “Dom, please. We need your help.”

            The young man stood silently for a moment, a scowl covering his face. He didn’t look like he wanted to do anything for them. Shaking his head again, he opened his mouth as if to continue berating them, but never got the chance. A voice filled with barely restrained anger filled the short silence.

            “Look, Dom. You’ve got no right to be angry at us. We’ve done nothing. Just…”

            Viggo almost gasped in surprise as Dom whirled around to face Sean, his face contorted in anger. Even Billy reaching out to grab his arm had no effect. He was irate and obviously wanted the other two men to know it.

            “Done nothing? How can you say that? You’re his friends! At least you’re supposed to be. You didn’t see the look on his face when we were there yesterday!”

            “Dom, wait…” Viggo tried, ineffectually.

            “No, you wait, Viggo! He was crushed that you weren’t there. He kept looking over at the door. It was obvious he was hoping you’d walk through it. Some friends you are! Ha…”

            This time Dom was cut off as Sean entered the fray, voice raised in anger, body tense. And then Billy’s voice, trying to calm Dom down, but finally joining his side, questioning their absence at the hospital. Viggo sighed in frustration. This wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, he had a feeling that getting the others to listen to them was going to be the equivalent of pulling the nails off a hummingbird—near to impossible!

           

 

 
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Comments

[jackieville.livejournal.com]

Poor Viggo, all he wants is to see Orli.....I hope they will calm down and let Viggo talk and explain....I want to kick Sonia so hard!!! *kicks her* I hope Orlando does get out of there and sees Viggo soon *cuddles both of them*

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

So much misunderstandings...But I have the hope they will work it out...they're friends right?
Orlando has quite a struggle ahead of him....***pets him carefully***
Great chapters!! Thanks for posting, and sharing!!! Hugs and kisses!!

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

Finally, Viggo and Sean won't be hated for not visiting Orlando! Now the truth will be told. I know that Sonia is doing what she feels is best for her son, but she's got to see that it's not working. It's clear to everyone that Orlando is disappointed each and every time Viggo and Sean don't come to see him with the others. Sonia needs to wake up and smell the coffee!

Another great chapter, hon! Thank you for posting so regularly. It really gives me something to look forward to! *hugs*