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Title: The Confessions 2-Follow Me.
Author: Lonnie or nubeinchild
Rating: R
Pairing: Usher Raymond/Elijah Wood
Beta: The lovely hobbitgwen
Feedback: Is my drug
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The header:

I realize that in the first posted chapter of this series I didn’t put a decent header up. Thank you to those who understood, commented, and built me up. But some people got…confused. My fault, I admit, and to make up for that I’m doing this explanatory paragraph now.

This is a RPS Crossover AU. Wow, yeah. Still with me? Good. It’s a crossover of the Faculty and Lotrip fandom.

RPS: These are the real actors from Faculty and LOTR.

Crossover: These are the real actors from Faculty and LOTR thrown together in a universe I created.

AU: The universe I created is not the real world.

Quick notes for those of you who have stuck this thing through – Usher Raymond is the only character in this series (for now, maybe) who was taken from Faculty, save Elijah Wood who also starred in Faculty. The other characters (Dominic, Orlando, Viggo, who ever else I decide needs to be thrown in) were taken from LOTRs. Alright, do I still have your attention? Yeah? Good. Timeline is post-LOTR, after the trilogy. Faculty never happened in this universe. Never. Happened. That movie was never made. Why did I do this you ask? Well, I have some reasons, and I want to see if they work in this fic. I also wanted this to be a first time meeting for Elijah and Usher. There, you can put down the spears and knives now.

You’re right at the end of this header. Thank you for staying with me, I just don’t want anyone to be confused or lost with this fic. Just to enjoy it. And I know that outside of my mind it can get a little blurry and crazy. If there is any questions you have (something I forgot to put up here) email me or just state it in a comment.
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Elijah walked slowly outside of the arena to the parking lot with Orlando and Dom. He felt light-headed and detached. The wind blowing at his face, he felt tears pricking his eyes from the cold.

Orlando and Dom bounced around the lot, wrestling and playing. Elijah sort of wished he was playing and bouncing around with them, but more than that he wished he knew why he wasn’t. He had held unto that rail to the balcony like his life depended on it. Just holding on. After the first song he thought it was it was all over, but it only got worse. The beat thrummed through the entire room, thrummed through his body. But what really pulled him away from reality was the sound of the man’s voice. Soothing and stimulating at the same time.

Dom knew there was something wrong with Elijah, but for the sake of respecting his right to be as strange as he wanted to be, he didn’t comment. Elijah silently thanked him, because if he were asked what was wrong he wouldn’t have been able to answer. Viggo knew the man, personally, he had said. Elijah wanted to abide by his friend’s wishes and go out and drink with them, but he also wanted to meet this man who had held him on the edge for two hours straight.

He walked more slowly, thinking, wracking his brain for a way to get back in there without arousing Orlando’s (because Dom really wasn’t the problem) wrath. He had backstage tickets, another courtesy of Viggo who probably didn’t even think he would use them. The concert was over but there was still people in there, getting autographs. He could do this.

“Oh shit,” Elijah stopped walking, looking around and hoping the others stopped too. “Shit, fuck.”
“What?” Dom asked curious to why Elijah was suddenly bursting out with this after being silent the whole way to the car.
“Viggo’s gonna want proof of this little trip,” Elijah rolled his eyes and cursed again. “I know he won’t believe I ever came here.”
“Just go get the guys autograph, we can wait out here.” Dom supplied. Oh, he loved Dom’s brain sometimes.
“Orlando, you don’t mind waiting while I run back in?” Elijah waited for Orlando’s storm to hit him. He knew Orlando had plans tonight, so he really didn’t want to be here any longer than he had to. But all that came was a sigh and waving gesture.

“Go on, but you better be back here in ten minutes, or your gonna be hitchhiking on Route 81 home.”

“Fuck you.” And with that, Elijah was running, wind smacking his cheeks red, until he reached the entrance to the building. He made his way in and thanked all gods for the heat it brought to his body. He walked past people waiting in the lounge, and into the auditorium where he knew the man who checked the passes waited. The man wasn’t actually a man; Elijah realized when he got to the door, but a beast from Hades. He had read about this creature before when he was little. The “beast” asked for his pass, he reached into his pockets with shaking fingers and pulled it out. After “Beast” looked it over he jerked a thumb in the direction of the back hall and told him the room was on the right side. Elijah walked quickly through the hall and into the room; it was brightly lit and loud so Elijah didn’t have trouble finding it.

“Can I help you?” A very snotty looking woman asked him in a harsh tone as soon as he stepped in. He looked at her hard, considered being rude but decided that wasn’t going to get what he wanted.

“Yeah, I just came back here to get an autograph from Usher,” Elijah prayed the woman recognized him, this would go a lot faster, but just in case she didn’t: “I came here on break from filming in New Zealand, I really have to catch that plan tonight.” No, being rude wouldn’t get him what he wanted, but a little lie always worked. The woman peered at him closely, the words “New Zealand” and “filming” running through her head.

“Oh, wait! It wouldn’t be that Lord of the Flies movie, would it?” She suddenly became very excited and started to corner Elijah. “You must be that main little hobbit thing, my son loves those movies so much.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Elijah backed away from the pressing woman slowly. “I’m glad your son enjoys them, I really need to get this autograph, could you help me with that?” He put on his best Frodo smile.

“Oh, of course, hold on,” The woman scrambled away, and left Elijah pressed against a wall. He smiled to himself; he didn’t feel bad about lying to the woman. Viggo had always told him that he was the type of person who knew how to get from point A to point C. He had the ability to see the line that led from the problem to the solution clearly. He didn’t get hung up on the middle point; the middle point was always morals.

The lady came back with someone in tow. Elijah’s heart caught in his throat when he saw Usher standing in front of him, arms crossed with a smirk on his face. He could feel his palms perspiring, his heart beating in his ears.

“Thank you, Cindy,” Usher waved the woman away. “You must be Elijah, Cindy said you came all the way from New Zealand for an autograph.”

“I...um…well, I didn’t exactly,” Elijah stammered, but something was-“How did you know my name?”

“I gave Viggo the tickets, he told me he gave them away,” Usher’s smirk hadn’t moved an inch off his face. “I got a little pissed so he told me he had a friend how really wanted to see the show.”

“He never said this friend was coming all the way from New Zealand to see me,” Usher paused, looking troubled for a minute, then continued. “I would have done something special.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly come all the way from New Zealand, and I didn’t know you and Viggo were so close.” So Elijah had been caught, he wasn’t going to get all twitchy now.

“Yeah, I’ve known him for a while,” Usher took a step closer, breathing deep and sliding the smirk back in place. “So, you lied.”

“Yes, I lied,” Elijah was having trouble concentrating, the man smelled so fucking good. “Well, I’ll be sure to tell Viggo you said hi, can I get that autograph now?”

“No”

“What?” Elijah’s eyes snapped up and he looked hard into Usher’s face for a trace of laughter. “Why not?”

“Because Viggo told me to deny you everything you want.” Oh, yes, there was definitely laughter there, but not the kind that said this was a joke. It didn’t matter, Elijah told himself, he was so pissed he just wanted to leave.

“Okay, I’m leaving now.” Elijah went to turn and walk away but two strong arms grabbed him around his waist. He struggled and kicked, but it was kind of hard since the man was behind him.

“You can’t keep me here,” Which is kind of funny, because if he stopped to think about it, he really didn’t want to leave. But Dom and Orlando were still waiting outside, and it had been longer than ten minutes. “Can I at least make a call?”

“Is that what you want to do?” The silky voice purred in his ear.
“Um...no?”
“Then, yes, you can make a call.”
“That is so fucking backwards, but it’s Viggo, too.” Elijah was a little disappointed when the arms released him but he stumbled away into a corner and pulled out his cell. He didn’t want to call Orlando; he didn’t want to face that storm.

Dialing the numbers he waited for Dom to pick up, tapping his fingers on his thigh.

“You are so fucked up,” was the first thing Dom said when he picked up.
“Yes, I know, you wouldn’t believe what happened when I got in here.” Elijah said in one breath.
“Well, tell me later, what are you doing now?”
“I think I have to stay for a while, you and Orlando go ahead without me.”
“All right, mate, I’m staying over Orli’s tonight, I’ll ring you later”

Turning around Elijah jumped about three feet in the air to see Usher standing right behind him.

“What is your problem?” Elijah asked, holding his heart, which was trying to beat its way out of his chest.

“We’re leaving, over to club nearby.” Usher’s trademark in Elijah’s mind would forever be the smirk that couldn’t seem to leave.

“Yeah, okay.”

They walked down a flight of stairs to an underground parking lot. The car they were looking for was parked behind a wall.

“Afraid someone’s gonna take your car?” Elijah sneered playfully as he climbed the passenger seat.
“Hell yeah, man, this car’s my baby.” Usher’s eyes twinkled when he pulled out of the lot.

The ride there reminded Elijah of his first date. Avoiding direct eye contact with Usher, but everytime he looked away Elijah was staring at his profile. And Elijah couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like Usher was doing the same thing.

They reached the club in less than fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of playing peek-a-boo with Usher and Elijah was ready to drink. Hard. And he really didn’t care if Usher went back and told Viggo he was drinking like a lush. As soon as they walked in Usher grabbed his elbow and steered them to a dark table in a corner.

“I like to be away from the crowd.” Usher had noticed Elijah’s confused expression.

“Well, I’m a bit of an attention whore,” Elijah lied, grinning at Usher’s disbelieving face.
“No, you aren’t,” Usher waved over a waitress.

“How do you know what I am?” Elijah wasn’t really offended, but he put that tone in his voice anyway.
“How can I help you?” The waitress was pretty and polite, with a tiny voice.

“A Coke and Cognac, and my friend here would like the same.” Elijah’s mouth was opened to protest, because now he was fucking pissed, but Usher had already sent the young lady away.

“Okay, how the hell do you know I don’t like attention?” Elijah took a deep breath to prevent the bursting he could feel starting. “And why the fuck are you ordering for me?”

“First of all, I can see it in the way you sit, the way you present yourself that you’re not a attention whore,” Usher was not only amused by this outburst, and he started laughing uncontrollably. “And I’m sorry if my ordering for you offended you, I just wanted you to try this drink.”

Elijah’s anger had burned out to nothing by the time Usher finished, but he held onto the pissed off face. Usher probably already knew that his voice could calm a hurricane, much less Elijah little temper tantrums.

The waitress came back with the drinks, and setting them on the table in front of them she whispered something to Usher and walked away.

“What did she say?” Elijah asked pulling his drink to him and sniffing it.
“She said-“ Usher paused when Elijah stuck his nose into the cup. “She said you were cute and if I could let her have a round when I was done with you.”

Elijah’s cheeks burned and he could feel the blood rushing to his ears. He didn’t know what bothered him more, that the girl was thinking of him as a piece of meat to be shared, or that she obviously saw this as something resembling a date. Elijah downed the entire glass of liquor straight without thinking. The wooziness that he felt was staggering. He knew that if he tried to stand up he would see how stupid that move was.

“Hey,” Usher’s face looked worried. “You really were supposed to mix that with the soda.”
“Shit, fuck my head,” Elijah held his head in his hands. “Oh, shit”
“You can’t hold alcohol, can you?”Usher grabbed Elijah’s hands in his and looked into his face. “Why did you just do that?”

Elijah wanted to answer, tell Usher he didn’t come here with him tonight because he thought they would fuck. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about what that girl had said. Did Usher think the same thing? That he was some kind of whore, because he came here that he would have sex with him? The thoughts whirled in his head until they were distorted and confused. He put is head down on the table and concentrated on breathing.

“You want to go home?” Usher was still trying to get a response out of him.
“Yes, I think-“ Elijah had to think hard at what he was asked. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Come on,” Usher pulled Elijah out of his chair, pulled some money out of his pocket and set it one the table. Elijah noticed Usher didn’t leave a tip for the girl.

Usher carried-pulled Elijah out to the parking lot, setting him in his seat gently. Elijah’s eyelids dropped as soon as he was in the car. Usher started the car and pulled out quickly, cursing when Elijah hit his head on the window.

“Are you okay?” Usher used one arm to gingerly pull Elijah more toward him and away from the window.

“Hmm,” Elijah sparked to the warm touch, leaning into Usher’s side.

“Elijah?” Usher was asking him something. Elijah tried hard to listen. “Where do you live?”

Elijah couldn’t really remember who was at his house and for the sake of not risking walking in in this condition he had to find somewhere else. Didn’t Dom say he wouldn’t be home? Elijah pictured in his mind the conversation.

“I live on the other side of the record shop behind Downtown.” Elijah then gave him the address to Dom’s house and then closed his eyes.

Gentle shaking was what woke Elijah and arms pulling under his until he was standing. When he wobbled to one side there was solid body holding him up. He curled his body into the one in front of his; seeking the warmth he had felt in the car. Usher bent down in front of him and lifted him under his knees and around his shoulders, then proceeded to carry him to the house.

“Elijah?’ The persistent voice was whispering, but he was still in those arms and didn’t want to think. “Elijah?”

“Hmm?” Elijah moaned and turned his face into the warm neck that was right there.

“Where’s your key?” Elijah, pissed that he had to think, pulled and prodded at his pockets until his key chain was produced. Dom’s key was on there, along with Orlando’s and a few others.

“It’s the funny shaped one with the whole in the middle,” Elijah muttered into Usher’s neck and handed him the keys.

They walked: well, Usher walked into the house and knocked a few things over on his way to the couch. Placing Elijah, who protested the loose of comforting body contact, onto it. Elijah watched Usher through half lidded eyes as he waked around the house looking for, Elijah suspected, the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and set it on the table next to Elijah. Then he sat down on the end of the couch and stared at Elijah.

Elijah reached out his arm, even through his alcohol soaked brain, and held out his hand to him. His hand didn’t have to wait long before Usher had grabbed it and wrapped both his arms around Elijah’s small frame.

“Are you leaving?” Elijah asked Usher’s shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to leave.”
“I know.”
“But you are.”
“Yeah.”

The softest kiss Elijah had ever received was placed on his forehead and he fell asleep in the arms of the giver.