Out of the Darkness...Light (36/?)

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I'm so sorry for the long delay in posting this chapter.  
My computer crashed,taking with it all my files, emails, etc.  
I'm back online now, and want to finish this story. I'm not even sure 
which chapter I posted last.  I hope I'm back on track! I really 
appreciate all of your comments and hope that you continue
to enjoy what I've written.  Thanks for letting me know what 
you think!
 








TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light - Chapter 36/?

AUTHOR: Heidi

E-MAIL: LOTR58@bellsouth.net

RATING: R - slash, 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!  

FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)

ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.


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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Viggo sat quietly, casting concerned glances at Orlando, who had not uttered 
a word since Sean had left them. The young man sat, still and silent, seemingly 
in a world of his own. Almost unaware of the others’ presence. Viggo was worried 
and he could tell, as he met her gaze over Orlando’s head, that Samantha was, 
as well. 
 




He had no idea how long Sean had been gone, though he was sure it was 
only minutes. Time seemed to creep to a standstill when it was being watched, 
he thought idly. He embraced the young man, enfolding him tighter in his arms, 
as if to reassure him that he was safe. That nothing further would happen to him. 
 


And if he was honest with himself, feeling Orlando held tightly in his arms was 
comforting. It reminded him that hope was not lost. Resting his cheek on the 
soft hair, he allowed himself to revel in the feel of it, soft and silky, all 
tousled curls…forbidden until now. When Orlando didn’t protest, Viggo squeezed 
him just a little tighter and moved his head to dare something he’d been longing
to do—he placed a light kiss on the young man’s head, then pulled him in even 
closer. 
 
Everything that had occurred this morning had happened so quickly that 
he’d hardly had time to even register the events, let alone think about them. 
But now, it was quiet and still and he wasn’t going anywhere for a few minutes 
at least. Now he allowed his mind to wander, and he frightened himself at the 
direction his thoughts were taking. He couldn’t get the picture of Orlando out 
of his mind. Orlando, standing in his doorway, in shock. Orlando, who had just 
been betrayed by the woman he held most dear—his own mother. Orlando, who had 
just discovered that his mother had basically ‘sold’ him to his father’s friend. 
Orlando, who had already been feeling worthless. Orlando, who now seemed to be 
feeling totally defeated. And Orlando, who appeared even more lost and vulnerable. 
 
Thinking of the events that had transpired earlier and their effect on the boy in 
his arms, Viggo seethed inwardly. Before, his wrath had been fixated on Orlando’s 
unknown assailants, and then some of that anger had been transferred to "Uncle 
Alexander." But now…now, he wanted to aim the full blast of his fury at one 
person—Sonia Bloom. He knew he had to be careful, though. She was Orlando’s mother, 
and regardless of what she had done in the past, he knew she loved her son—and her 
son loved her. He didn’t want to interfere with that. 
 
At the same time, however, he was incensed at what she’d revealed. He wanted to do 
major damage to her and  felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t. The 
best course of action would be to just stay away from her, but he knew that was not 
going to be possible. 
 
The situation needed to be faced and handled. He worried, also, what the effect 
of his mother’s words and actions were going to have on Orlando. The boy had 
already been through so much these last days. How would he be able to handle 
this new bit of information? Would he be able to handle it? Viggo fervently 
hoped so and he promised himself that he would be right there with him, helping
him to deal with anything and everything. 
  *******
Ian surveyed the group that had now congregated in the silent waiting room. 
They all seemed to be waiting for him to make the first move, say he first word. 
Even Orlando’s mother, standing apart from the rest of them, appeared to be 
looking to him for guidance. So what was he to do? 
 
Sweeping his gaze over his fellow cast-mates—and friends—he realized 
that the situation still threatened to escalate. All the men wore expressions 
of hostility, all were furious. And it was all directed at one person—Sonia Bloom.
 
Without giving the others a chance to voice their opinions, Ian made up his mind.
He knew what needed to be done. Turning to Orlando’s mother, he inhaled deeply 
in an attempt to subdue his own rage. ‘This is not the time ,’ he reminded himself.
 
"Mrs. Bloom, I think you should leave." 
 
The woman looked at him, dumbfounded, her eyes wide with shock, obviously not 
comprehending what he had said. She remained rooted to the spot, not moving at all. 
 
"Mrs. Bloom," he repeated. "You need to leave. Now." 
 

Still refusing to go, she drew herself up, straightening her shoulders 
and looking at them all with venom. 
 
"You have no right to tell me to leave. You can’t tell me what to do." 
 
Ian nodded slightly, a small smile on his face. "Yes, Mrs. Bloom. I believe I can. 
You need to go." 
 
Stalking over to him, she looked him directly in the eye. 
 
"Listen you….you….listen to me. Orlando is my son. No one tells me that I can or 
can’t see him. No one!" 
 
Each word was punctuated by a fingerjabbing into his chest. Privately, 
Ian was amazed that the others were still silent. He had really expected 
a full-blown riot. 
 
"Mrs. Bloom. I daresay your son is not going to want to see you for a while. 
In fact, I think it would be better for him if you just stayed away." 
 
Though he would never have admitted it, he received a perverse pleasure in 
watching the expression on the woman’s face turn from anger to surprise to shock. 
He tried not to smile as she looked to each of his companions for support. 
Finding none, she deflated visibly, all her bluster gone. Before the shocked, 
yet pleased, stares of his friends, Ian gestured to the door. 
 
"May I escort you out, Mrs. Bloom?" 
 
They exited to the cheers of a dwarf, an elf, and four hobbits. 
 *********************

It was quiet here…still and serene. Looking down at the young man lying still and 
silent in his arms, Viggo contemplated what was to come. The events of the past week 
had forced him to face certain things and he’d been surprised to discover that he 
truly had feelings for this boy—deep feelings. Feelings he wanted to explore and 
pursue. 
 
He marveled at the fact that he was sitting here now holding this precious 
being close. After his outburst earlier, Orlando had deflated, the outpouring of 
intense emotions having exhausted him. He seemed content to lie against the older 
man, enfolded in his arms. Viggo hoped he felt safe. Samantha, too, sat quietly—
hovering close, not saying anything. Just there. It was obvious that she was as 
concerned as Viggo and she wanted her brother to know she was there if he needed her. 
 
The sound of the door opening in the back of the room interrupted Viggo’s train of 
thought. Turning around as far as he dared without disturbing Orlando, he saw Dr.
 Meadows enter, followed by Candace. Sean followed them both, an anxious look on his 
face as he surveyed the scene before him. Viggo felt warmed by the concern his friend 
obviously felt for Orlando—and for him. As they approached, he hugged his precious 
burden just a little tighter, offering reassurance and love. Looking up, he smiled 
at them all. tbc...

Comments

[littlegreenleaf.livejournal.com]

Well, there you are! I figured it had something to do with your computer. You were so determined to finish this fic this time around. I'm so glad to hear that everything's been taken care of and you're back online! Another great chapter, too! *hugs*