NEWFIC: Lost Without You (1/19)
Title: Lost Without You (1/19)
Author: sassywitch
Beta a non lj friend
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, G for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further. Oh and whilst this may appear to be a deathfic, fear not.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1085
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic,
Orlando flopped backwards onto his bed, his cell phone falling, forgotten, from his fingers and clattering to the polished wooden floor. Sharp tears stung his eyes as he struggled to draw breath, the shocking news carried by his sister’s voice still ringing in his ears.
If he had been told by anyone but Sam he would have brushed the news off as an elaborate joke, but Samantha knew where his affections lay. She wouldn’t trifle with his heart that way, that’s why she’d made the call. Her sobbing voice had been all he needed to know that something was desperately wrong. While she had been broken and sobbing, he could deal with his own emotions. She was his sister; he had to be strong for her. He listened to her explain what had happened and attempted to sooth her gently before he could no longer. He’d offered her his apologies and disconnected the call, numb to everything around him.
Surely if the news were indeed correct, he would feel it in his heart? It certainly didn’t feel like the man he loved was dead. Orlando could still feel his presence as if he were in the room with him. It didn’t matter that Billy didn’t know of his affections, Orlando had always known where Billy’s love was directed and that was fine, he’d always thought he had time. He always hoped that Billy would see that Orlando loved him, really loved him. Now it seemed it was too late.
Fat tears clung to his thick dark lashes as he sat bolt upright on his bed. The fellowship needed to be told, preferably before the news hit public attention. For the first time since he had heard Sam’s first shuddering breath on the crackling phone line he was glad she’d called. If she hadn’t been co-starring on this film with Billy he’d still be blissfully unaware of the news himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if he wouldn’t have been happier that way.
Rolling over he groped on the floor for his phone. Closing his fingers around the cold silver metal and lifted it to his ear. His fingers automatically dialed a well used number. He held the phone to his ear and listened to the number he had dialed ring once, twice, three times before he pressed his thumb to the button to disconnect the call. Three times he dialed the number only to disconnect before the phone could be answered.
When the tinny notes of his ring tone blasted against his ear, his thumb automatically hit the connect button, despite the fact that his mind begged him to hide from the world for just a little bit longer.
“What the fuck is your problem, Elfboy?” a soft voice spoke.
“Vig?” Orlando couldn’t restrain the emotional break in his voice as he spoke. “Something’s happened.”
“To you?” Viggo’s voice was immediately filled with concern. “Where are you?”
“At home.” His voice quavered as he rolled over and brushed his free hand over his face.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” Viggo leaned forward to sit on the edge of his seat waiting for Orlando to get to his explanation.
“It’s not me.” Orlando explained, closing his eyes and covering his eyes with his hand. “It’s Billy.”
“Orlando, will you fucking stop prevaricating and spit it out. What has happened?” Viggo growled into the phone, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.
“He’s gone, Vig.” Orlando gave in to the overwhelming pain that was crushing his heart.
“Gone where? What are you talking about Orlando? Will you stop being such a girl, stop crying and talk to me.” Viggo stated firmly trying to pull his friend back from the grief that was obviously beginning to drown him.
“He’s missing presumed dead, Vig. Gone. Dead.” Orlando keened painfully.
“Slow down.” Viggo’s mind was awhirl with the words Orlando had just spoken, “How? What do you know. Why presumed? What the fuck is going on Orlando?”
“Sam’s on the movie he’s in. Some crew, a couple of stunties and Billy were in a chopper flying to a remote shoot. They got caught in a freak storm, there’s been no contact for over 8 hours. Weather’s too bad for aerial searching. There’s been smoke reported. It’ll take more than a day to walk in. According to local emergency services, the area they went down in there’s no hope. If they survived the landing the weather will finish them before anyone can get there.” Orlando explained between huge gulping sobs.
Viggo wished he could reach out and touch his young friend. Orlando’s unrequited adoration of Billy was a well known fact throughout the fellowship. The only one that didn’t know that Orlando was head over heels smitten with Billy was Billy himself. Viggo wasn’t even sure that Dominic didn’t use that affection to his own advantage sometimes, but that was a problem for another time.
“Has anyone called Dominic?” Viggo asked quietly as he stood and started throwing clothes in the over night bag that lay on the seat beside his bed.
“No. I called you, but I couldn’t even do that.” Orlando gulped, the heel of his hand pressing against his forehead. “I can’t even get it fucking right now that he’s gone.”
“Orlando!” Viggo snapped at him sharply. “Get your shit together boy, you’re no good to him like this. Until they find him, he’s alive, do you hear me?”
“They said not to hope, Viggo.” Orlando murmured, “I should have told him. I should have had the guts to tell him.”
“Yes but everything happens for a reason Orlando, you just need to have faith.” Viggo counseled him, “I can be at your house in less than an hour, then we’ll fly out there together.”
“I don’t want to go there Viggo.” Orlando sat bolt upright shaking his head wildly.
“He’ll need someone that loves him, Orlando.” Viggo replied. “I’d say that’s you wouldn’t you.”
“But he’d want Dom.” Orlando whispered.
“Then fucking find Dominic and let him screw him over, again, when what Billy will need the most will be unconditional love.” Viggo growled through the phone.
“’snot the time for me.” Orlando shrugged.
“No, because we’ve all seen how your timetable works haven’t we. You’ve fucking wasted how many years watching Dominic wear him down? He’s alive and he’ll need you, not Dominic, you, when they find him. Get it together, Orlando or you’ll lose him this time too.”
Author: sassywitch
Beta a non lj friend
Pairing: OB/BB, mentions of BB/DM
Rating: NC-17 for the series, G for this chapter.
Summary: Orlando receives some devastating news and does his best to deal with it
Feedback: Feedback is my writers crack, which is not to be confused at all with plumbers crack.
Authors Notes: In this AU, Dom is less than the ditzy caring man we’ve all come to know through fic. If that has the potential to upset you please don’t go any further. Oh and whilst this may appear to be a deathfic, fear not.
Disclaimer: Not at all true in reality. These men whilst adorable and perfectly happy to slash themselves, their actual relationship is something that they only know.
Word Count: 1085
Posted to: fellow_shippers, sassyfic,
Orlando flopped backwards onto his bed, his cell phone falling, forgotten, from his fingers and clattering to the polished wooden floor. Sharp tears stung his eyes as he struggled to draw breath, the shocking news carried by his sister’s voice still ringing in his ears.
If he had been told by anyone but Sam he would have brushed the news off as an elaborate joke, but Samantha knew where his affections lay. She wouldn’t trifle with his heart that way, that’s why she’d made the call. Her sobbing voice had been all he needed to know that something was desperately wrong. While she had been broken and sobbing, he could deal with his own emotions. She was his sister; he had to be strong for her. He listened to her explain what had happened and attempted to sooth her gently before he could no longer. He’d offered her his apologies and disconnected the call, numb to everything around him.
Surely if the news were indeed correct, he would feel it in his heart? It certainly didn’t feel like the man he loved was dead. Orlando could still feel his presence as if he were in the room with him. It didn’t matter that Billy didn’t know of his affections, Orlando had always known where Billy’s love was directed and that was fine, he’d always thought he had time. He always hoped that Billy would see that Orlando loved him, really loved him. Now it seemed it was too late.
Fat tears clung to his thick dark lashes as he sat bolt upright on his bed. The fellowship needed to be told, preferably before the news hit public attention. For the first time since he had heard Sam’s first shuddering breath on the crackling phone line he was glad she’d called. If she hadn’t been co-starring on this film with Billy he’d still be blissfully unaware of the news himself. He couldn’t help but wonder if he wouldn’t have been happier that way.
Rolling over he groped on the floor for his phone. Closing his fingers around the cold silver metal and lifted it to his ear. His fingers automatically dialed a well used number. He held the phone to his ear and listened to the number he had dialed ring once, twice, three times before he pressed his thumb to the button to disconnect the call. Three times he dialed the number only to disconnect before the phone could be answered.
When the tinny notes of his ring tone blasted against his ear, his thumb automatically hit the connect button, despite the fact that his mind begged him to hide from the world for just a little bit longer.
“What the fuck is your problem, Elfboy?” a soft voice spoke.
“Vig?” Orlando couldn’t restrain the emotional break in his voice as he spoke. “Something’s happened.”
“To you?” Viggo’s voice was immediately filled with concern. “Where are you?”
“At home.” His voice quavered as he rolled over and brushed his free hand over his face.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?” Viggo leaned forward to sit on the edge of his seat waiting for Orlando to get to his explanation.
“It’s not me.” Orlando explained, closing his eyes and covering his eyes with his hand. “It’s Billy.”
“Orlando, will you fucking stop prevaricating and spit it out. What has happened?” Viggo growled into the phone, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.
“He’s gone, Vig.” Orlando gave in to the overwhelming pain that was crushing his heart.
“Gone where? What are you talking about Orlando? Will you stop being such a girl, stop crying and talk to me.” Viggo stated firmly trying to pull his friend back from the grief that was obviously beginning to drown him.
“He’s missing presumed dead, Vig. Gone. Dead.” Orlando keened painfully.
“Slow down.” Viggo’s mind was awhirl with the words Orlando had just spoken, “How? What do you know. Why presumed? What the fuck is going on Orlando?”
“Sam’s on the movie he’s in. Some crew, a couple of stunties and Billy were in a chopper flying to a remote shoot. They got caught in a freak storm, there’s been no contact for over 8 hours. Weather’s too bad for aerial searching. There’s been smoke reported. It’ll take more than a day to walk in. According to local emergency services, the area they went down in there’s no hope. If they survived the landing the weather will finish them before anyone can get there.” Orlando explained between huge gulping sobs.
Viggo wished he could reach out and touch his young friend. Orlando’s unrequited adoration of Billy was a well known fact throughout the fellowship. The only one that didn’t know that Orlando was head over heels smitten with Billy was Billy himself. Viggo wasn’t even sure that Dominic didn’t use that affection to his own advantage sometimes, but that was a problem for another time.
“Has anyone called Dominic?” Viggo asked quietly as he stood and started throwing clothes in the over night bag that lay on the seat beside his bed.
“No. I called you, but I couldn’t even do that.” Orlando gulped, the heel of his hand pressing against his forehead. “I can’t even get it fucking right now that he’s gone.”
“Orlando!” Viggo snapped at him sharply. “Get your shit together boy, you’re no good to him like this. Until they find him, he’s alive, do you hear me?”
“They said not to hope, Viggo.” Orlando murmured, “I should have told him. I should have had the guts to tell him.”
“Yes but everything happens for a reason Orlando, you just need to have faith.” Viggo counseled him, “I can be at your house in less than an hour, then we’ll fly out there together.”
“I don’t want to go there Viggo.” Orlando sat bolt upright shaking his head wildly.
“He’ll need someone that loves him, Orlando.” Viggo replied. “I’d say that’s you wouldn’t you.”
“But he’d want Dom.” Orlando whispered.
“Then fucking find Dominic and let him screw him over, again, when what Billy will need the most will be unconditional love.” Viggo growled through the phone.
“’snot the time for me.” Orlando shrugged.
“No, because we’ve all seen how your timetable works haven’t we. You’ve fucking wasted how many years watching Dominic wear him down? He’s alive and he’ll need you, not Dominic, you, when they find him. Get it together, Orlando or you’ll lose him this time too.”