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Bittersweet Symphony 3/?
Title: Bittersweet Symphony (3/?)
Author: Sileya, sileya@yahoo.com, www.sileya.net,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sileya at LiveJournal
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating, Warnings: overall NC-17, AU
Summary: Viggo watches a plane crash and helps the survivors – one of whom will change the direction of his life.
Disclaimer: This is a work of celebrity fan FICTION. I make no claims as to the veracity of this material, and I make no claims as to the real life preferences of the people that the characters are loosely based upon. This piece of fiction is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: Beta by the graciousrazzleslash. This plotline is somewhat based on a rather obscure 1980s movie. Whoever guesses correctly first will win a LOTR RPS Orlando one-shot of their choice. I’ll reveal the movie after the last chapter, because I don’t want to risk giving major plot points away.
Feedback: PLEASE.
Previous Chapters
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Viggo groaned as he came to, Brego nosing his shoulder. It was dark and he was disoriented, so he lay still on the cold ground, trying to remember what had happened.
It all came back to him in a flash – the ride out on Brego, the faltering plane, the noise of the crash…
Viggo managed to get to his feet and leaned on Brego as his dizziness passed, then he mounted the horse. “Come on, Brego. Let’s find them, boy.”
Brego whuffed and started into the woods and within just five minutes Viggo found the plane. He pulled out his cell and made a call to emergency services, reporting the crash.
While on hold for a triangulation, Viggo left Brego and approached the broken plane. One wing was totally gone, torn off by the old trees that had stopped its fall. The rest of the plane lay crookedly, the pilot’s side up in the air. That door was gone, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the plane.
Looking into the cockpit from the passenger side, he saw a blond man slumped over in the seat, blood on his forehead from an impact blow. Viggo pulled open the door and touched the man’s chest, feeling a slight rise and fall. When the responder came back on the line, reporting that a helicopter was on the way, Viggo told him about the man he found alive and that the pilot appeared to be missing.
Viggo left the man in the cockpit and set down the cell phone, leaving the line open as instructed. He lit two flares from his saddlebags, carefully propping them on rocks away from the plane.
Brego whickered, pulling his attention away from the wreckage. Viggo frowned and walked after the horse as he moved into the woods.
“Brego? Come back, boy,” Viggo called, picking up the pace to catch the horse. Brego led him almost half a mile away from the crash site before Viggo finally caught him, swearing under his breath when he heard the helicopter pass over.
“Thanks, Brego. I needed more exercise,” Viggo growled, petting the horse’s back as Brego drank from a small stream. Brego lifted his head, whuffing and pushing Viggo out of his way. Viggo swore as he lost his balance, falling back into the water and glaring at Brego.
“Need a hand?”
Orlando stepped out of the woods after following the sound of the horse’s movement. He emerged from the branches just in time to see Viggo hit the water, and despite his earlier fright, he smiled a little. He chuckled slightly before speaking.
Viggo started violently, turning in the water to look behind him, seeing a slim, dark-haired man not too far away.
“Where? Who? Hey, are you from the plane?” Viggo asked, frowning as he stood up out of the water, looking the stranger over.
Orlando nodded. “Yeah, I was trying to get out of the woods to find some help. Plane’s electrical is out, including the radio.” He shrugged, hoping this man would know the way to town. Sean needed help.
Viggo nodded. “I called emergency services, the other man was still breathing.”
Orlando relaxed visibly before closing his eyes tiredly. “Thank God. Sean’s hurt. I’d freak if he died. I feel bad enough about him getting hurt as it is.” Orlando remembered the palpable fear in Sean’s voice as the plane had angled down, Orlando losing control as the on board systems failed.
Viggo raised his eyebrows. “You’re both alive. That’s the important thing. Are you hurt?”
Orlando shook his head, looking down at himself. “I don’t think so.”
Viggo nodded and grabbed Brego’s reins, pulling him from the water. Both men looked up into the darkness as they heard a helicopter overhead. “Come on, I’ll take you to town so you can see your friend,” Viggo said. “You should probably get checked at the hospital, too, just in case.”
Orlando wrapped his arms around himself and nodded. “All right. Thanks.” He approached the horse. “What’s your name?”
“Viggo. Mortensen. You?” he replied as he mounted Brego with a graceful step.
Orlando looked at the American before him. He almost looked like a cowboy in his jeans and boots, leather jacket and battered hat. “Orlando Bloom. Nice to meet you, especially considering.”
Viggo snorted and offered a hand. “Come on.”
Orlando took his hand and swung up behind him, showing obvious horsemanship. “How far to town?” Orlando thought about Sean, who’d hit his head in the crash, and his heart sped up with worry.
“Well, town is about 10 miles south. My home is only a couple miles north. We’ll go there and get my car, if that’s OK,” Viggo answered as Brego walked up a small hill to a smooth path, where he began a swift trot.
“Sure,” Orlando answered, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s midsection as Brego sped up.
Not too long later Brego stopped at the stables, and the two men dismounted. A groom came out of the building, taking Brego’s reins without a word, not acknowledging Orlando. Viggo spared a thought for the man’s rude manner, but quickly forgot it as the wind hit his wet jeans and made him shiver.
As the man led Brego away, Viggo waved Orlando toward the house. “Let me change my jeans, and we’ll go. Do you need something to drink?”
Orlando chuckled as the men entered the mudroom. “I’d love something to drink. Something strong. I’m sure my nerves could use it.”
“I bet,” Viggo answered, leading Orlando out through the kitchen into a hallway, turning sharply after several doors into what looked like a well-appointed office. He indicated the bottles on the sideboard. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back.”
Orlando blinked, the event of the night catching up with him, and he took a breath to stave off tears. “Hey, Viggo?”
The American stopped in the doorway, looking back. “Yeah?”
Orlando smiled tremulously. “Thanks, man. For everything.”
Viggo simply nodded, then he left Orlando to silence.
Author: Sileya, sileya@yahoo.com, www.sileya.net,
sileya at LiveJournalPairing: VM/OB
Rating, Warnings: overall NC-17, AU
Summary: Viggo watches a plane crash and helps the survivors – one of whom will change the direction of his life.
Disclaimer: This is a work of celebrity fan FICTION. I make no claims as to the veracity of this material, and I make no claims as to the real life preferences of the people that the characters are loosely based upon. This piece of fiction is for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Note: Beta by the gracious
razzleslash. This plotline is somewhat based on a rather obscure 1980s movie. Whoever guesses correctly first will win a LOTR RPS Orlando one-shot of their choice. I’ll reveal the movie after the last chapter, because I don’t want to risk giving major plot points away.Feedback: PLEASE.
Previous Chapters
==
==
Viggo groaned as he came to, Brego nosing his shoulder. It was dark and he was disoriented, so he lay still on the cold ground, trying to remember what had happened.
It all came back to him in a flash – the ride out on Brego, the faltering plane, the noise of the crash…
Viggo managed to get to his feet and leaned on Brego as his dizziness passed, then he mounted the horse. “Come on, Brego. Let’s find them, boy.”
Brego whuffed and started into the woods and within just five minutes Viggo found the plane. He pulled out his cell and made a call to emergency services, reporting the crash.
While on hold for a triangulation, Viggo left Brego and approached the broken plane. One wing was totally gone, torn off by the old trees that had stopped its fall. The rest of the plane lay crookedly, the pilot’s side up in the air. That door was gone, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the plane.
Looking into the cockpit from the passenger side, he saw a blond man slumped over in the seat, blood on his forehead from an impact blow. Viggo pulled open the door and touched the man’s chest, feeling a slight rise and fall. When the responder came back on the line, reporting that a helicopter was on the way, Viggo told him about the man he found alive and that the pilot appeared to be missing.
Viggo left the man in the cockpit and set down the cell phone, leaving the line open as instructed. He lit two flares from his saddlebags, carefully propping them on rocks away from the plane.
Brego whickered, pulling his attention away from the wreckage. Viggo frowned and walked after the horse as he moved into the woods.
“Brego? Come back, boy,” Viggo called, picking up the pace to catch the horse. Brego led him almost half a mile away from the crash site before Viggo finally caught him, swearing under his breath when he heard the helicopter pass over.
“Thanks, Brego. I needed more exercise,” Viggo growled, petting the horse’s back as Brego drank from a small stream. Brego lifted his head, whuffing and pushing Viggo out of his way. Viggo swore as he lost his balance, falling back into the water and glaring at Brego.
“Need a hand?”
Orlando stepped out of the woods after following the sound of the horse’s movement. He emerged from the branches just in time to see Viggo hit the water, and despite his earlier fright, he smiled a little. He chuckled slightly before speaking.
Viggo started violently, turning in the water to look behind him, seeing a slim, dark-haired man not too far away.
“Where? Who? Hey, are you from the plane?” Viggo asked, frowning as he stood up out of the water, looking the stranger over.
Orlando nodded. “Yeah, I was trying to get out of the woods to find some help. Plane’s electrical is out, including the radio.” He shrugged, hoping this man would know the way to town. Sean needed help.
Viggo nodded. “I called emergency services, the other man was still breathing.”
Orlando relaxed visibly before closing his eyes tiredly. “Thank God. Sean’s hurt. I’d freak if he died. I feel bad enough about him getting hurt as it is.” Orlando remembered the palpable fear in Sean’s voice as the plane had angled down, Orlando losing control as the on board systems failed.
Viggo raised his eyebrows. “You’re both alive. That’s the important thing. Are you hurt?”
Orlando shook his head, looking down at himself. “I don’t think so.”
Viggo nodded and grabbed Brego’s reins, pulling him from the water. Both men looked up into the darkness as they heard a helicopter overhead. “Come on, I’ll take you to town so you can see your friend,” Viggo said. “You should probably get checked at the hospital, too, just in case.”
Orlando wrapped his arms around himself and nodded. “All right. Thanks.” He approached the horse. “What’s your name?”
“Viggo. Mortensen. You?” he replied as he mounted Brego with a graceful step.
Orlando looked at the American before him. He almost looked like a cowboy in his jeans and boots, leather jacket and battered hat. “Orlando Bloom. Nice to meet you, especially considering.”
Viggo snorted and offered a hand. “Come on.”
Orlando took his hand and swung up behind him, showing obvious horsemanship. “How far to town?” Orlando thought about Sean, who’d hit his head in the crash, and his heart sped up with worry.
“Well, town is about 10 miles south. My home is only a couple miles north. We’ll go there and get my car, if that’s OK,” Viggo answered as Brego walked up a small hill to a smooth path, where he began a swift trot.
“Sure,” Orlando answered, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s midsection as Brego sped up.
Not too long later Brego stopped at the stables, and the two men dismounted. A groom came out of the building, taking Brego’s reins without a word, not acknowledging Orlando. Viggo spared a thought for the man’s rude manner, but quickly forgot it as the wind hit his wet jeans and made him shiver.
As the man led Brego away, Viggo waved Orlando toward the house. “Let me change my jeans, and we’ll go. Do you need something to drink?”
Orlando chuckled as the men entered the mudroom. “I’d love something to drink. Something strong. I’m sure my nerves could use it.”
“I bet,” Viggo answered, leading Orlando out through the kitchen into a hallway, turning sharply after several doors into what looked like a well-appointed office. He indicated the bottles on the sideboard. “Help yourself. I’ll be right back.”
Orlando blinked, the event of the night catching up with him, and he took a breath to stave off tears. “Hey, Viggo?”
The American stopped in the doorway, looking back. “Yeah?”
Orlando smiled tremulously. “Thanks, man. For everything.”
Viggo simply nodded, then he left Orlando to silence.