Question for all...

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Anyone going to ConneXions in Baltimore? I need to find roommates before I sign up...poor college student!

Let me know, please!

- Laire

Fic: Party Animal 14/? Karl/Orlando - NC17

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Title: Party Animal 14/?
Author: Nixxie + Chelle
Pairing: Karl/Orlando
Rating: NC17
Archive: Beyond the Fellowship and http://www.livejournal.com/users/nixxie_/
E-mail addresses for feedback: nix@nixxie.co.uk + seans_muse@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: If PJ ever threw a party like this we’re sure Orlando and Karl never did this…though if they did why weren’t we given invites?
Warnings: Real Person Slash – meaning these are based on real people, whether they really do this stuff is up to them... but if they want to share I’d not say no to a nice seat nearby and a bucket of popcorn.
Authors notes: This is written as part of a RPG. Orlando belongs to Chelle and Karl belongs to Nixxie. The POV changes from one to the other. Written in third person with thoughts as ‘//...//’ And emphasis as ‘*…*’

( Naked Party time... )

FIC:In Sickness and in Heath (R)

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Author: Linteloteiel
Title: In Sickness and in Health
Summary: Craig and Karl love each other like brothers. What will happen when Craig becomes seriously ill, and Karl blames himself?
Pairings: Marton/Craig, Craig/Karl, Hugo/Marton, Hugo/Harry
Archiving: Beyond the Fellowship
Rating: R
Note: This will be quite a long fic, so any feedback is welcomed from the beginning.


The rain machines carried on relentlessly, drenching everyone. Craig sighed, moving back into position. /On with the show/. He saw Karl not far away, looking every bit like Éomer, despite the raincoat. He had no idea what time it was anymore, or even what day. All he knew was he was cold, so cold, and tired. He could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted to curl up in bed and stay there. Have Karl there, snuggled together happy and warm, like they used to. He picked up the bow, one of the heaviest props on set. Even the swords, made of sprung steel, were lighter. And the chain mail, whilst quite heavy, at least was an extra layer of warmth. /trust me to get the heavy stuff and poncy thin outfit/

Orlando was next to him, chattering away to some of the extras. He had a heavy raincoat on over his costume, an order from Peter. Craig wasn’t sure if he still had his on. He couldn’t tell anymore when it was on. It didn’t make him any warmer. His stomach started churning, and he swallowed hard, trying to fight off the nausea. /Ugh. I think I’m getting sick/.
‘Craig?’ it was Karl. He looked into his best friends eyes. ‘Craig, are you all right? You haven’t got your coat on.’ Craig shrugged.
‘’M fine.’ He mumbled. Karl plucked a coat from one of the extras and wrapped it around Craig. /Love you Karl. Wish you knew/

He started coughing, harsh hacking coughs that left him doubled up. Karl steadied him, looking him straight in the eyes.
‘C’mon, you. Into your trailer until PJ rips the place down looking for you.’ Karl firmly steered Craig towards his trailer. Craig protested. The movement made everything start to spin crazily, and the nausea increase tenfold.
‘Karl, I’m ok, honest.’ /or maybe not/ he felt himself pale as he fell to his knees, vomiting on the ground. Karl was beside him instantly, rubbing his back, holding his wig out of the way. Something wasn’t right. He felt his balance slip, he was falling. /oh shit/
He was vaguely aware of people talking and shouting around him. He thought he heard Karl shout ‘Get that fucking doctor over here’ but he wasn’t sure, as everything swirled into black.

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Karl sat in the stark waiting room, chewing his nails. \Craig baby, I love you so much\ Sat beside him was Peter and Fran, and a few of the cast. The set medic was there, pacing up and down, glancing out into the corridor every few seconds.
After a few minutes, Marton Csokas and Hugo Weaving appeared, both having been called by Viggo at Karl’s request. Marton was by Karl’s side instantly, arms around him, pulling him into a fierce hug. Hugo was talking quietly to the set medic. He turned from her looking grave, sitting the other side of Karl.
‘She said he collapsed on set. Karl, what happened?’
‘He was waiting for the filming to restart, we all were. I saw him stood there, shivering like crazy. He didn’t have his raincoat on or anything. I went to see if he was ok, and he was a bit out of it…I grabbed a coat off someone…tried to get him to his trailer…he just fell over…he was puking all over…then he just fell face forward into it…he was still being sick…choking on it….’ Karl leaned against Marton, sobbing. His whole body was shaking with the force of the sobs. \I could have started CPR so much sooner…what if he dies, because of me?\

‘Oh god Karl. Are you ok?’ Marton asked worriedly. Karl shook his head, buried against Marton. Hugo joined the embrace, surrounding Karl with the comfort he needed. Marton kissed the top of Karl’s head. Viggo watched worriedly.
‘Karl, stop blaming yourself. You did everything you could.’ Hugo shot a questioning glance.
‘I didn’t. I should have started CPR ages before I did.’
‘Nonsense, you’d have killed him. He was still vomiting, what were you going to do?’
‘I don’t know.’ He admitted. \Baby, I hope you’re all right\ The medic came over.

‘Karl, I know you think you could have done something more, but in all honesty, there was no more I could have done. Craig will be all right as soon as they can get him stabilised.’ He nodded, sniffing a little.
‘How long will it take?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Lets get you some coffee, Karl.’ Marton suggested. Karl shook his head.
‘No, I need to be here. I need to be close.’ Marton nodded in understanding.
‘I’ll fetch some.’ Viggo offered. Marton smiled in gratitude, fishing out some change for the machines.
‘Two black, one with sugar. Then whatever the others want.’ Viggo nodded. Peter went with him, to help carry back the drinks.

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‘Put in two IV’s. I want one pure fluid, and one for some meds. We need this fever down.’
There was a sharp stabbing at his elbow, then nothingness.
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‘We’ll need to do a lumbar puncture, check for meningitis.’

Absolute searing agony in his back, like someone was fucking ripping his spinal cord out. He tried to scream, heard a hoarse sound that could have been him.
‘Mr Parker? I’m Nurse Barnes. We’re just doing a spinal tap to rule out meningitis. It’ll be over in a minute. Do you know where you are?’ /where’s Karl? I want him/
‘Karl?’ he tried to speak.
‘Mr Urban is outside’ /I need him, you fucking daft cow!/
‘Please…need Karl.’
‘I can’t let him in yet, Mr Parker. He’ll be in as soon as he’s allowed.’ /fuck that/

Then the pain started again, and he gratefully went into blackness.
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‘Stomach clear.’ Something was down his throat. He tried to pull it out, retching as it moved further down.
‘Try and stay calm Mr Parker, we’re just doing an endoscopy. You may have internal bleeding.’ /What? Where’s Karl?/ ugh, it was moving again.
‘Bowel clear.’ A slight stabbing in his arm and everything slid away from him again.

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The second the doctor set foot in the waiting room he was bombarded with questions.
‘Who is the next of kin?’ Karl stepped forward.
‘I’m Karl Urban, his parents aren’t here yet. I’m the closest to him here.’
‘Right. Mr Parker is in a very serious condition. We have ruled out meningitis and internal bleeding. At the moment, he has an intra-venous line of fluid, and another with some medication to reduce his fever. He’s still unconscious.’ Karl sank slowly, to be caught by Marton and Hugo. \Oh My God. Craig!\
‘What do you think it is?’ Marton asked. Peter moved forwards, to listen closely to the doctor.

‘Probably just a bad viral infection. His core temperature is very high, and he has generalised symptoms. Vomiting, coughing, fever and delirium, all are general signs of a viral infection. It should pass in a few days.’
‘Have you any idea how he got this sick? I mean, without us noticing?’ Peter asked.
‘He probably felt a little bit off, but carried on as normal. These things tend to strike quite fast. He maybe felt a little tired when he woke up, but probably didn’t feel ill until he was sick.’ Peter nodded. Marton spoke again, from where Karl leaned on him.
‘Can we see him?’ \yes, let me see him. I need to see him\
‘Yes, but not for long. He is still unconscious, and very weak.’

Marton and Hugo helped Karl to the private room Craig was in. Peter followed slowly. When Karl saw the body lying on the bed, he let out a heart-wrenching moan. Craig was barely recognisable. He had a wire in his nose, attached to a strange hissing cylinder, and from his left elbow were two thin tubes. They were attached to clear bags hung overhead. He was white as a sheet, and looked positively emaciated in the hospital bed.
\CRAIG!! No, not Craig. Please, no\

‘Craig? God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise you were sick this morning. I should have made you stay in bed. I’m so so sorry.’ Marton and Hugo stood the other side of the bed, and Peter waited in the doorway.
‘Karl?’ Karl looked up. Craig’s eyes were open, trying to focus on him.
‘You’re awake? Oh thank god.’ Before Craig could reply, he had fallen asleep again, but there was a mumbled glad you’re here.

The doctor came back in, asking them to leave. Karl glared at him, not wanting to move. He was sat right next to the bed, practically in it. Marton went outside with the doctor, obviously explaining how important Craig was. \Funny. Should be Marton in here, looking after his lover, not wanting to leave\ Yet Marton understood. He understood the link between the two, and the love they shared. He didn’t try to come between. Instead, he was the other part of Craig, that gave him the satisfaction Karl couldn’t. Marton came back in and sat down on the opposite side of the bed.
‘Hugo and the others are going to go grab a couple hours sleep. He’s agreed to let us stay the night, as Craig’s still on the critical list.’ Karl’s head shot up at that.
‘Relax, brother-in-law. He’s only on it because they don’t actually have a diagnosis for him.’

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‘Karl? I don’t feel so good.’ Craig whispered harshly, his throat burning. Karl was at his side in an instant. Marton woke up from his doze, watching silently.
‘Don’t talk too much. They had to put a thingy down your throat to make sure you weren’t bleeding anywhere. You’ll feel better soon.’ He checked his watch. It was a little after four in the morning.
‘What? Why? What happened? I’m supposed to be on set.’ Craig was overtaken by violent coughs.
‘You passed out. You threw up, and then passed out. We brought you here. They said it’s a virus, and you can go home soon.’ Craig’s eyes widened. \Sorry, babe. Even you have a weakness, it seems\
‘I have to stay here?’ he seemed horrified.
‘I’ll stay with you. Go back to sleep, Craig. You’ll feel better when you wake up.’

Karl moved his chair closer, his hand taking Craig’s carefully, and squeezing gently. There was a weak squeeze back, and he moved his other hand to ruffle Craig’s hair. It was messy and there were marks where his wig had been removed in a hurry. His ears were still on, giving him a strange otherworldly look. Craig opened his eyes briefly.
‘Love you Karl.’ He coughed a few times after saying this, eyes watering with the effort. Karl wiped them for him.
‘I know. Go to sleep.’ He watched as Craig’s breathing took on an even, deep rhythm. He sat there watching for a few hours.

When he woke up again, Karl was dozing in a chair, a blanket thrown over him. Sat in the chair next to him was Marton, looking sleep deprived but awake. He struggled into a more upright position, then leaned back against the pillows.
‘Marton? What the hell happened? Is he ok?’ Craig found speaking really hurt, but managed to finish his question. /Fuck that hurts. Need a bloody drink/ As if reading his mind; Marton poured a glass of water, holding it to his lips.
‘You’re very sick Craig.’ /Genius, lover. I can feel that much/ ‘You collapsed on set. We’ve been here all night. Karl fell asleep about ten minutes ago.’ Marton was whispering. /Peter’s gonna kill me/ He started coughing again, painful hacks that ripped at his throat and burned his chest.

‘I don’t remember anything like that. I know I talked to Karl in the middle of the night, he was in the kitchen, I could hear him.’ he managed eventually to gasp out.
‘You’ve been asleep for about fourteen hours, honey. And you should go back to sleep again.’ /again? I only just woke up/
‘I love you Marton, but you’re a bloody liar. I have not slept for fourteen hours, ever in my life.’ Marton smiled at him, kissing him gently on the lips.
‘I’m not lying, hon.’ /oh bloody hell. Peter really *is* going to kill me/
‘Peter…Did someone tell him?’
‘Craig, it happened on set. He knows. He’s going to pop by a little later on, see how you’re doing.’
‘Oh God.’ He yawned, tiredness creeping up on him again. He closed his eyes and dropped off almost instantly.

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