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Title: Caught In The Sun
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queen_geek
Pairing: OB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For challenge #9 at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge. Elijah's filming in NYC, and Orlando's down in Mexico.
Disclaimer: All false. Not even sure if the timing's right. But hey, it's fiction, I can play with the time-space continuum, right?
Author's Notes: For some reason, this turned into a dialogue fic. Maybe as a result of residual guilt for missing the last challenge? Anyway, feedback would be appreciated. Also, thanks go out to Course of Nature, whose song title I shamelessly stole, because the song seems to fit with the story, somehow.
“You have reached the voice mail for mobile number 462-8769. Please leave your message after the tone.”
“Orlando, hey, it’s Elijah. Got your message last night, and fuck, I hate you right now. I’m freezing my ass off in New York City, and you’re prancing around Malta in a skirt. Ass. Call me back.”
---
“Hey, it’s Elijah. I’m busy, so talk to my machine and I’ll get back to you.”
“Elijah, Orlando here. What’re you doing in New York? Thought you were back at your Mum’s? Anyway, Malta’s out, there’s some sort of uprising happening, so we’re off to Mexico. I’ll think of you when I’m sweltering in my armor. Ring me when you’ve got the chance, yeah?”
---
“Bloom here.”
“Mexico, hey?”
“Lij! Good to hear from you!”
“Yeah, nice to finally hear your voice instead of that damn recording. You need to get someone who knows how to work a cell phone to tell you how to record a message.”
“I know how to work my mobile, thanks. I just haven’t had time to change the answer phone.”
“Sure, Orlando.”
“Don’t laugh at me, you large-eyed Yank. Just because you’re a nerd doesn’t mean we all have to be.”
“I’m not a nerd, technophobe.”
“Yeah, just a sec...Elijah? I’ve got to go, we’re shooting soon.”
“Right. Well, I’ll talk to you later then.”
“Yeah.”
---
“Bloom here--”
“Orli, hey--”
“I’m nancing around Mexico in a skirt, so say what you need to and I’ll call back when I’ve got the chance. Cheers!”
“Much better, Orlando. Look, I’ve got some time off next week, five days starting Wednesday, and I’m sick of fucking snow and sludge, so is it cool if I come down for a visit? Mom’d kill me if she knew I was inviting myself over somewhere, but I think we’re beyond the point of social conventions, y’know? How’s the surfing down there? Gimme a call.”
---
“Morning.”
“Lij, checked out some flight times. There’s one leaving LaGuardia at ten Wednesday; I booked a ticket for you.”
“Hey, no, Orlando, you didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back.”
“No, no worries, mate. It’ll be good seeing you again. Been too long since we got together last.”
“Yeah.”
“So, I’m not done filming until about ten Wednesday night, but I’ll have someone at the airport for you. And I’ve got Thursday to Saturday off. Bring your board, eh?”
“I will.”
“Right. See you Wednesday, then.”
“Yeah, Wednesday.”
---
“Fuck. ‘Mind me to never drink tequila again.”
“Said the same thing last time, Lij. ‘M not going to take care of you.”
“But you’re older. Not being a good example.”
“Infant. You’re, what, twenty one?”
“Twenty two.”
“Yeah, old enough to take care of yourself. You’re just whinging ‘cause you’re hung over.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Need a shower. Hot.”
“Towels are under the sink. Don’t use all the water.”
“Right.”
---
“God, those waves were awesome. I miss surfing.”
“Me too.”
“...”
“...”
“Missed you, Orli.”
“Missed you, too, Lij.”
“I don’t wanna go back. Can I just stay here for the next two months?”
“Nah, shooting wraps in three weeks.”
“Oh. Yeah, guess I should finish Sunshine anyway.”
“Prob’ly.”
“I think I’m going to move to New York.”
“Thought you hated the cold?”
“I do, but...I like the city. It’s big, impersonal. Reminds me that there are people out there who don’t know my name. I kinda miss that.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Shit, listen to us. Five years ago if you’d told me I’d be sitting on a beach in Mexico wishing for the days of relative obscurity, I’d’ve told you you were insane. And now…”
“I blame Peter, insane fucking genius. Without him, none of this...”
“Yeah.”
“We should head in. You’re getting pink.”
“Mm. Feels good, though.”
“It won’t tomorrow. And how’re they going to work a sunburn into your character’s arc?”
“Well, it is Eternal Sunshine...”
“Funny, Wood. C’mon, get your lazy ass up. I’m not carrying your board.”
---
“Elijah here.”
“Hey, babes. Where you been all my life?”
“Funny, Orlando. What’s going on?”
“Haven’t heard from you in a while. Just checking to see if you’re still alive.”
“Yeah, just busy, y’know?”
“You’re almost done, though, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. One week.”
“You find some place to live?”
“Yeah, in Manhattan. It’s nice...Hang on a sec, delivery’s here...Hi.”
“Hey.”
“How’d you get here?”
“Flew in, then took a cab. Debbie gave me the address. It is nice. Now hang up, you daft twat.”
“But--”
“Look, I missed you, you missed me, and talking on the phone’s not the same. So let me in, and we’ll eat this pizza and I'll kick your ass at whatever video game you choose, and is it cool if I crash on your couch?”
“Nah. I’ve got a bed.”
“Even better.”
Author:
queen_geekPairing: OB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For challenge #9 at
lotrpschallenge. Elijah's filming in NYC, and Orlando's down in Mexico. Disclaimer: All false. Not even sure if the timing's right. But hey, it's fiction, I can play with the time-space continuum, right?
Author's Notes: For some reason, this turned into a dialogue fic. Maybe as a result of residual guilt for missing the last challenge? Anyway, feedback would be appreciated. Also, thanks go out to Course of Nature, whose song title I shamelessly stole, because the song seems to fit with the story, somehow.
“You have reached the voice mail for mobile number 462-8769. Please leave your message after the tone.”
“Orlando, hey, it’s Elijah. Got your message last night, and fuck, I hate you right now. I’m freezing my ass off in New York City, and you’re prancing around Malta in a skirt. Ass. Call me back.”
---
“Hey, it’s Elijah. I’m busy, so talk to my machine and I’ll get back to you.”
“Elijah, Orlando here. What’re you doing in New York? Thought you were back at your Mum’s? Anyway, Malta’s out, there’s some sort of uprising happening, so we’re off to Mexico. I’ll think of you when I’m sweltering in my armor. Ring me when you’ve got the chance, yeah?”
---
“Bloom here.”
“Mexico, hey?”
“Lij! Good to hear from you!”
“Yeah, nice to finally hear your voice instead of that damn recording. You need to get someone who knows how to work a cell phone to tell you how to record a message.”
“I know how to work my mobile, thanks. I just haven’t had time to change the answer phone.”
“Sure, Orlando.”
“Don’t laugh at me, you large-eyed Yank. Just because you’re a nerd doesn’t mean we all have to be.”
“I’m not a nerd, technophobe.”
“Yeah, just a sec...Elijah? I’ve got to go, we’re shooting soon.”
“Right. Well, I’ll talk to you later then.”
“Yeah.”
---
“Bloom here--”
“Orli, hey--”
“I’m nancing around Mexico in a skirt, so say what you need to and I’ll call back when I’ve got the chance. Cheers!”
“Much better, Orlando. Look, I’ve got some time off next week, five days starting Wednesday, and I’m sick of fucking snow and sludge, so is it cool if I come down for a visit? Mom’d kill me if she knew I was inviting myself over somewhere, but I think we’re beyond the point of social conventions, y’know? How’s the surfing down there? Gimme a call.”
---
“Morning.”
“Lij, checked out some flight times. There’s one leaving LaGuardia at ten Wednesday; I booked a ticket for you.”
“Hey, no, Orlando, you didn’t have to do that. I’ll pay you back.”
“No, no worries, mate. It’ll be good seeing you again. Been too long since we got together last.”
“Yeah.”
“So, I’m not done filming until about ten Wednesday night, but I’ll have someone at the airport for you. And I’ve got Thursday to Saturday off. Bring your board, eh?”
“I will.”
“Right. See you Wednesday, then.”
“Yeah, Wednesday.”
---
“Fuck. ‘Mind me to never drink tequila again.”
“Said the same thing last time, Lij. ‘M not going to take care of you.”
“But you’re older. Not being a good example.”
“Infant. You’re, what, twenty one?”
“Twenty two.”
“Yeah, old enough to take care of yourself. You’re just whinging ‘cause you’re hung over.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. Need a shower. Hot.”
“Towels are under the sink. Don’t use all the water.”
“Right.”
---
“God, those waves were awesome. I miss surfing.”
“Me too.”
“...”
“...”
“Missed you, Orli.”
“Missed you, too, Lij.”
“I don’t wanna go back. Can I just stay here for the next two months?”
“Nah, shooting wraps in three weeks.”
“Oh. Yeah, guess I should finish Sunshine anyway.”
“Prob’ly.”
“I think I’m going to move to New York.”
“Thought you hated the cold?”
“I do, but...I like the city. It’s big, impersonal. Reminds me that there are people out there who don’t know my name. I kinda miss that.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Shit, listen to us. Five years ago if you’d told me I’d be sitting on a beach in Mexico wishing for the days of relative obscurity, I’d’ve told you you were insane. And now…”
“I blame Peter, insane fucking genius. Without him, none of this...”
“Yeah.”
“We should head in. You’re getting pink.”
“Mm. Feels good, though.”
“It won’t tomorrow. And how’re they going to work a sunburn into your character’s arc?”
“Well, it is Eternal Sunshine...”
“Funny, Wood. C’mon, get your lazy ass up. I’m not carrying your board.”
---
“Elijah here.”
“Hey, babes. Where you been all my life?”
“Funny, Orlando. What’s going on?”
“Haven’t heard from you in a while. Just checking to see if you’re still alive.”
“Yeah, just busy, y’know?”
“You’re almost done, though, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. One week.”
“You find some place to live?”
“Yeah, in Manhattan. It’s nice...Hang on a sec, delivery’s here...Hi.”
“Hey.”
“How’d you get here?”
“Flew in, then took a cab. Debbie gave me the address. It is nice. Now hang up, you daft twat.”
“But--”
“Look, I missed you, you missed me, and talking on the phone’s not the same. So let me in, and we’ll eat this pizza and I'll kick your ass at whatever video game you choose, and is it cool if I crash on your couch?”
“Nah. I’ve got a bed.”
“Even better.”
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Or maybe just keep running on a first-come-first-served basis. Wherein I write a story, and then you write a better one. :D
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For some reason, this story refused to be anything but a dialogue fic. Silly story. But, I'm just a writer. Must capitulate to the needs of the characters and plots. I'm so their bitch.
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Puh-shaw. You read my dialog fic. Tis the craps.
Oh...I know! Maybe we could write something together? *bats eyelashes at Amy*
Your heads-up idea, while a good one, would never work as I am the worst procrastinator on the planet.
Although a writing buddy sounds good to me. I am still quite new to this fandom and concerned that I'll screw up and get reamed for it...
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And your dialogue fic is not the craps. I reccommended it to people because it's great and creepy and whoo. So there. There will be no reaming, because you and your writing are of the good. Though I'm perfectly willing to be a sounding board and source of answers if you need one.
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I seriously needa a beta though. I am longwinded like there has never been longwindedness before.
we WILL work together, yo.
p.s. you rec my craptastic dialogue fic? *is embarrassed by secretly pleased*