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I Tried to Forget (and Failed Miserably) 1/16
Title: I Tried to Forget (and Failed Miserably)
Chapter: 1 of 16
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjjgoddess
Pairing: Orlando/??, Elijah/Mind
Rating: Overall R for language and a few situations
Beta:aire_blair :)
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't pretend to own it. (Actually, I do, but that's another story)
Feedback: Would be so incredibly awesome. *geeks like crazy* Elijah cookies and special limited-edition kilts to those who respond. :)
Notes: Sequel to "...Do You Remember?", finished in about June.I told you I'd need some time to write this. *grins* Need a refesher? Well, then...
Archive: They're all over here, just for your viewing pleasure. :)
Summary: Well, what happens in this? Set some time after the first. Billy and the rest are still dead, but the memories linger on... in more way than one.
Orlando Bloom was unconscious, sprawled out in the middle of his bedroom floor, eye shut, nostrils flared. He could've almost been mistaken for the victim of a robbery, had his apartment not been ten floors up.
To be specific, he was catching a much sorely-needed 40 winks - the first real sleep he'd gotten since... well... the "incident". Orlando actually felt at peace... or as much at peace as one can feel when one is out like someone slammed a sledgehammer onto one's head.
Knock, knock.
"Poke... spoons?!" Orlando muttered sleepily, sitting up. Yawning, he stretched a little, getting the kinks out of his back, before grabbing his bathrobe and padding down the hall to the front entranceway. The knocking persisted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, just give me a fucking - "
He opened the door.
"...minute."
The other person smiled, obviously pleased at his surprise. He dropped his suitcase at the door.
"Hey, Orli."
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"Hey, guys!!!"
"ELIJAH!!!!!" A chorus of Seans rang out, and four arms reached around to surround and hug the stufifng out of him.
"Guys..." he managed out, giggling. "Calm down, GOD!"
"It's just we haven't seen you in a while, least of all smiling," 'Seanwise' mumbled, coming from the area of Elijah's stomach. The sensation caused him to giggle again, making the other two men all the more cheerful.
"Oh, my God..." Bean muttered, looking behind them. Elijah spun around, or as fast as he could with two people still leech-like on him, and felt his mouth drop open in surprise.
Standing in the door was Orlando.
It was who was on his arm that made the difference.
"Viggo!!!!"
Elijah almost passed out. Words would not come; syllables were lost. It was him, dressed impeccably - a dark gray turtleneck accented his styled, multi-colored blond hair, and his black jeans hugged his hips perfectly, accenting all positives and hiding the negitives (if any). He wore sandals on his feet and sunglasses on his face, and he looked absolutely stunning. And yet, was this not the same man who's blood-encrusted head Elijah had discovered in Billy Boyd's personal refrigerator just four weeks ago?
"Elijah!" Viggo burst out happily. "What's up!?!?!?!" He pulled him into a tight hug.
"I - thought - you - were - dead - " Elijah squeaked out, Viggo's strength now seeming to be three times what it was before...
"Me?! No, no... I was just away for a while. I told you about that, remember? Africa, and such?!"
"Uh - sure, Vig." Elijah forced a tight-lipped smile. There was something wrong about this whole suituation, the way he talked, the manner of dress, the... wait a minute...
"So how've you guys been, then? Hey, Elijah, check any freezers lately?"
Elijah froze. Orlando and Viggo laughed heartily, while the rest exchanged uneasy glances.
"Aw, I'm only kidding with you, Lij. Calm down." Viggo punched Elijah's shoulder playfully, then joyfully screamed "BEAN!!!!" and gave him a full-on rugby tackle. Everyone cheered, giving Elijah enough time to sidle over to Orlando, who was beaming at the sight.
"I told you..." he whispered, eyes bright with unshed tears. "I knew he'd come back."
Elijah said nothing. Sean wandered over and pretended to not notice Elijah's blank stare.
"And guess what? He's saying now that he actually wants to move in with me, and we're going to - "
"Since when did Viggo Mortensen have any sort of sexual interest in you at all?" Elijah interrupted suddenly.
Orlando frowned. "Well... he just does now. He said that he should have told me a long time ago, but... he didn't."
"Yeah, but - "
"Elijah, can I speak to you a minute?" Sean grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the side. Orlando shrugged and went back over where Viggo and Bean were now currently in some form of wrestling match. As soon as they were out of earshot, Sean spoke.
"Look... maybe... you're wrong about this whole thing."
"What?!"
"Maybe... maybe Viggo wasn't really dead. Maybe his body wasn't in the freezer, that you... that it was your imagination."
"...I imagined it," Elijah repeated skeptically.
"Yeah."
"Then how do you explain Billy? What about him?"
Sean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know... but all I do know is, one night, you call me, preactically screaming your head off, claiming that Billy killed three of our closest friends, and, funnily enough, you kill him without getting so much as a scratch on you, with Orlando bleeding to death in the front seat. Then you're the only one giving an account, telling what happened... Elijah, it just doesn't add up. For all we know, YOU could've killed everyone, and blamed it on him."
"So you're saying you don't believe me, is that it?! After all we've been through together?!" Elijah crossed his arms defiantly. Sean sighed again.
"No, not exactly... well... yeah, you're right. I don't believe you. I'm sorry. I want to, but - "
"No, no. Fine. Don't, then. Just - why don't you go off and join them, then?!"
"Look, Elijah, I believed you before. Really, I did. But... this changes everything, which means that if you were wrong about Viggo... then what else is going on here?"
"I know what I saw, and that's the TRUTH. He was dead."
Sean looked warily over at Viggo, who was currently making out with Orlando as proof of victory from the wrestling match. "He looks alive enough to me."
"Yeah, but - "
"I'm sorry...but I can't believe your version of what happened anymore. When you want to give up your lies, please... come back over and join us. Okay?"
Sean turned around and went back over to join the rest, leaving Elijah completely alone.
Chapter: 1 of 16
Author:
mjjgoddessPairing: Orlando/??, Elijah/Mind
Rating: Overall R for language and a few situations
Beta:
aire_blair :)Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't pretend to own it. (Actually, I do, but that's another story)
Feedback: Would be so incredibly awesome. *geeks like crazy* Elijah cookies and special limited-edition kilts to those who respond. :)
Notes: Sequel to "...Do You Remember?", finished in about June.
Archive: They're all over here, just for your viewing pleasure. :)
Summary: Well, what happens in this? Set some time after the first. Billy and the rest are still dead, but the memories linger on... in more way than one.
Orlando Bloom was unconscious, sprawled out in the middle of his bedroom floor, eye shut, nostrils flared. He could've almost been mistaken for the victim of a robbery, had his apartment not been ten floors up.
To be specific, he was catching a much sorely-needed 40 winks - the first real sleep he'd gotten since... well... the "incident". Orlando actually felt at peace... or as much at peace as one can feel when one is out like someone slammed a sledgehammer onto one's head.
Knock, knock.
"Poke... spoons?!" Orlando muttered sleepily, sitting up. Yawning, he stretched a little, getting the kinks out of his back, before grabbing his bathrobe and padding down the hall to the front entranceway. The knocking persisted.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, just give me a fucking - "
He opened the door.
"...minute."
The other person smiled, obviously pleased at his surprise. He dropped his suitcase at the door.
"Hey, Orli."
"Hey, guys!!!"
"ELIJAH!!!!!" A chorus of Seans rang out, and four arms reached around to surround and hug the stufifng out of him.
"Guys..." he managed out, giggling. "Calm down, GOD!"
"It's just we haven't seen you in a while, least of all smiling," 'Seanwise' mumbled, coming from the area of Elijah's stomach. The sensation caused him to giggle again, making the other two men all the more cheerful.
"Oh, my God..." Bean muttered, looking behind them. Elijah spun around, or as fast as he could with two people still leech-like on him, and felt his mouth drop open in surprise.
Standing in the door was Orlando.
It was who was on his arm that made the difference.
"Viggo!!!!"
Elijah almost passed out. Words would not come; syllables were lost. It was him, dressed impeccably - a dark gray turtleneck accented his styled, multi-colored blond hair, and his black jeans hugged his hips perfectly, accenting all positives and hiding the negitives (if any). He wore sandals on his feet and sunglasses on his face, and he looked absolutely stunning. And yet, was this not the same man who's blood-encrusted head Elijah had discovered in Billy Boyd's personal refrigerator just four weeks ago?
"Elijah!" Viggo burst out happily. "What's up!?!?!?!" He pulled him into a tight hug.
"I - thought - you - were - dead - " Elijah squeaked out, Viggo's strength now seeming to be three times what it was before...
"Me?! No, no... I was just away for a while. I told you about that, remember? Africa, and such?!"
"Uh - sure, Vig." Elijah forced a tight-lipped smile. There was something wrong about this whole suituation, the way he talked, the manner of dress, the... wait a minute...
"So how've you guys been, then? Hey, Elijah, check any freezers lately?"
Elijah froze. Orlando and Viggo laughed heartily, while the rest exchanged uneasy glances.
"Aw, I'm only kidding with you, Lij. Calm down." Viggo punched Elijah's shoulder playfully, then joyfully screamed "BEAN!!!!" and gave him a full-on rugby tackle. Everyone cheered, giving Elijah enough time to sidle over to Orlando, who was beaming at the sight.
"I told you..." he whispered, eyes bright with unshed tears. "I knew he'd come back."
Elijah said nothing. Sean wandered over and pretended to not notice Elijah's blank stare.
"And guess what? He's saying now that he actually wants to move in with me, and we're going to - "
"Since when did Viggo Mortensen have any sort of sexual interest in you at all?" Elijah interrupted suddenly.
Orlando frowned. "Well... he just does now. He said that he should have told me a long time ago, but... he didn't."
"Yeah, but - "
"Elijah, can I speak to you a minute?" Sean grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the side. Orlando shrugged and went back over where Viggo and Bean were now currently in some form of wrestling match. As soon as they were out of earshot, Sean spoke.
"Look... maybe... you're wrong about this whole thing."
"What?!"
"Maybe... maybe Viggo wasn't really dead. Maybe his body wasn't in the freezer, that you... that it was your imagination."
"...I imagined it," Elijah repeated skeptically.
"Yeah."
"Then how do you explain Billy? What about him?"
Sean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know... but all I do know is, one night, you call me, preactically screaming your head off, claiming that Billy killed three of our closest friends, and, funnily enough, you kill him without getting so much as a scratch on you, with Orlando bleeding to death in the front seat. Then you're the only one giving an account, telling what happened... Elijah, it just doesn't add up. For all we know, YOU could've killed everyone, and blamed it on him."
"So you're saying you don't believe me, is that it?! After all we've been through together?!" Elijah crossed his arms defiantly. Sean sighed again.
"No, not exactly... well... yeah, you're right. I don't believe you. I'm sorry. I want to, but - "
"No, no. Fine. Don't, then. Just - why don't you go off and join them, then?!"
"Look, Elijah, I believed you before. Really, I did. But... this changes everything, which means that if you were wrong about Viggo... then what else is going on here?"
"I know what I saw, and that's the TRUTH. He was dead."
Sean looked warily over at Viggo, who was currently making out with Orlando as proof of victory from the wrestling match. "He looks alive enough to me."
"Yeah, but - "
"I'm sorry...but I can't believe your version of what happened anymore. When you want to give up your lies, please... come back over and join us. Okay?"
Sean turned around and went back over to join the rest, leaving Elijah completely alone.
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More's coming soon. ;)
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Thank you! :D
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*skips off to add a disclaimer/edit thingy to the Monaboyd one*
The only reason I put this one in there is because I wanted to let the people who don't belong to
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I'm scared for Lighe...and I miss Dommeah. *passes out 'I Believe Elijah Wood' buttons*
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Viggo. *Dommeah hand wave*Hey, look! It's another one! *runs off to add next chapter*