vigorli

TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (31/??)
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.

I'm sorry for the long delay in posting. Real life just won't leave me alone!!!
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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Viggo felt his smile freeze in place at Billy’s words. A quick glance at the bed told him that Orlando had heard the news, as well. His heart pounding at the confrontation he knew was coming, he started to reach out to the young man, then thought better of it and lowered his hand to the bed, thumping it twice with his fist.

“Orlando, I’ll…I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Trying his best to ignore the hurt, questioning look in the young man’s liquid brown eyes, Viggo turned to leave the room. ‘Time to face the piper.’Squaring his shoulders, he reached out to grasp the door handle. Looking back at the young man on the bed, Viggo smiled tentatively before exiting the room.

Pulling the door closed so that Orlando wouldn’t hear what was going on right outside, Viggo looked questioningly at his friends, who immediately closed ranks around him, almost seeming to form a protective circle. Moving his gaze outside the circle, he observed Sonia Bloom, fists on hips, face red with anger.

“What is the meaning of this? Why are you here?”

Hands outstretched, Viggo stepped forward, shrugging off Beanie’s hand as the other man reached out for him, as if to give support. He was determined not to create any more problems than they already had. He was willing to take the low road.

“Mrs. Bloom. Sonia…”

“Mrs. Bloom to you,” she interrupted, in a voice dripping with ice.

Taken aback by her enraged tone, Viggo unconsciously took several steps back.

“Mrs. Bloom, wait a minute, please.”

Reaching out to placate the irate woman, Ian laid a hand on her shoulder. A hand that was quickly shrugged off. Unflappable as always, the Brit tried again.

“Mrs. Bloom. Please listen. If not for us, then for your son. For Orlando.”

Her eyes blazing, she whirled on him, her anger almost palpable.

“I am thinking of him. He is all I’ve thought about. I don’t appreciate my trust being betrayed.”

As the others stood silent, obviously uncertain as to who should make the next move or what that move should be, a new voice was heard.

“What betrayal? What are you talking about?”

As the expression went, the accumulated group could have heard a pin drop, the silence was so great. All eyes turned to look at Orlando, who was standing in the open doorway of his room, one hand clutching the haphazardly tied robe he’d obviously just thrown on, the other holding on to the door jamb, as if for support.

“What’s going on?” he asked, surveying the suddenly silent group gathered outside his room. When no one made a move to respond, he looked over at his mother and sister. “Mum? Sam? What’s going on?”

Even Sonia remained silent, her eyes downcast, clearly unwilling to reply.

“Sam?” he tried, looking over to his sister.

The girl in question glanced frantically at her mother before shaking her head and shrugging her shoulders.

Viggo took in the young man’s sigh of frustration and his look of confusion at the continued silence, but said nothing, unwilling to create more friction. He especially did not want to come between mother and son, regardless of the fact that he had been made the villain in this scenario. So he remained silent, kept his mouth shut.

“I heard yelling. Will someone please tell me what is going on?”

“I’ll tell you what’s been going on!” Dom declared, shoving his way to the front of the assembled group.

Reaching out, Viggo grabbed his arm, pulling him back, even as he shook his head in the negative.

“No, Dom. Don’t.”

The younger man looked up at his friend, eyes narrowed in anger. He was obviously fuming.

“But Viggo, it’s not right!”

“Dom!” This from Beanie, doing his part to maintain the peace and support Viggo’s wishes.

The hotheaded young man claimed everyone’s attention as he whirled on Sean, his entire body resonating with anger and frustration.

“No. It’s not right. Orli deserves to know. It’s not fair to Viggo!”

“Dom! That’s enough! Don’t say another word!”

Strangely, everyone else remained silent, taking in the dramatic movie playing itself out before them. And the sound of an angry Viggo, angry to the point of bursting, so unusual in itself, was enough to keep them quiet.

Looking first at Viggo, then Dom, then his mother, Orlando’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Would somebody please tell me what is going on? I want to know! Now!!”

Dom glanced at Viggo, but lowered his head and remained silent, obviously unwilling to anger the man any further.

Orlando looked to his mother.

“Mum? Please, tell me what’s going on.” His voice had taken on a pleading quality.

Silent throughout, Sonia Bloom seemed to come to some sort of decision. Raising her downcast eyes to focus on her son, she nodded towards his room and moved forward.

“Come, Orlando. Come into your room. I’ll explain everything.”

Without a backwards glance, she ushered Orlando into his room and closed the door behind them.

Viggo cast a worried look at his assembled friends. As much as he disliked the idea of the situation creating a rift between Orlando and his mother, he detested the thought that Orlando would continue to think badly of him. He wondered, not without a great deal of apprehension, what Sonia was going to tell Orlando.