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The Mundanes - The Intruder
Series: The Mundanes
Title: The Intruder
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: PG-13 – I guess? Might even be G. Who knew we could write G?
Disclaimer: We don’t know them. Damn! We don’t own them. Double damn. We’ve just pretending and making them do what we want them to do. Don’t you wish we where right?
Summary: Ever woken up with the fear?
Author’s Notes: This is not exactly mundane, but its not exactly not... we have no idea where this one came from. However, the envents in this story will carry on in the other mundanes. Dear Gods, we may have created a time line story... HELP US!
Unbetaed so please forgive any major mistakes.



Elijah came awake suddenly and lying there silently he tried to work out what had woken him when there was a strange sound from downstairs. He frowned and sat up slightly when there was a crash. He would have just said it was the cat, but the cat was sitting on his feet. “Viggo!” it was a hoarse whisper as he shook Viggo’s shoulder. “I think someone’s inside.”

Awaking as Elijah shook his shoulder, Viggo took a moment to wake up. Elijah’s hoarse whisper and the sound of the floorboards creaking downstairs brought him to full consciousness. “Call the police.” Jumping out of bed, Viggo picked up Narsil, which always stood beside their bed and headed for the door.

Elijah grabbed Viggo’s shoulder and stoped him, throwing Viggo’s robe at him, “You don’t wanna cut your parts off or something.” Elijah was then reaching for the phone hissing suddenly, “It’s not 911 here!!! What did PJ say it was... triple something??”

“Triple one,” Viggo said, ignoring the robe. He glanced back at Elijah and then said softly, “I’m going down to investigate strange noises and you’re afraid I might hurt myself? Not that whoever is here might hurt me?” He shook his head once and snuck out the door.

“I’m worried about that too Viggo...” His words where hissed down the hall before he called the police as requested.

Each slight noise of the stairs made Viggo cringe inside. He drew a deep breath, pulling in the strength and courage of Aragorn. Lifting Narsil, he peered around the corner of the living room wall and spotted someone moving around the room. Creeping silently, he leaped out of the shadows at the figure. “Get your hands up!”

A very female scream and the sound of someone bolting for the back door, obviously the way she had gotten in. The voice was familiar to both males, although neither could quite identify it yet. The scream had Elijah racing to the head of the stairs and peering down into the darkness.

A crash followed, as Viggo knocked over the lamp trying to chase after the retreating figure. He dodged the coffee table, lamp cord, easy chair and threw open the door. “Hey! Come back here!”

Elijah didn’t even think before he was headed down the stairs and following his lover, stopping at the open door and looking all around the garden, “I... I can’t see anything.”

“That scream... it sounded very familiar... I wish I could place it.” Viggo set Narsil down again and pulled Elijah into a hug. “You scared me... waking me up and saying somebody else was in the house.”

“I frightened you?? I thought we where going to be killed in our sleep.” Elijah trembled slight as he snuggled into Viggo, ‘I... I think... it was familiar to me too... but I don’t know who it was.”

“Hey, it’s all right,” Viggo soothed, holding Elijah close. “Nothing to be afraid of anymore.” He rubbed his back gently, feeling the tremors and knowing his own nerves would take awhile to repair as well.

Elijah slowly stoped trembling, but was still firmly ensconced in Viggo’s embrace when the door bell rang, “That will be the cops.”

“Or perhaps I spoke too soon.” He let go of Elijah and headed for the door, grateful for Elijah’s foresight of his robe. Answering the door stark naked might not be approved of by the police. Opening the door, he greeted the two officers that stood outside. “Thanks for coming. I’m Viggo Mortensen. Please, come in.”

Elijah sighed and looked at Viggo, “Um... can...” he then turned to the cops, “Coffee? Viggo? Officers?” And at their answers Elijah headed into the kitchen, making them all a warm drink and bringing them back out. “Um...I’m Elijah.” He wasn’t sure what to say so he just sat down and fixed large blues eyes on the police men.

The officers where all business, although it was clear at least one of the two recognised them.

“It all happened so fast,” Viggo said softly, sipping his coffee. “Elijah woke me up... about half an hour ago, I guess... he heard someone moving about downstairs. I picked up Narsil and went down to see who it was. I guess that was foolish of me...”

“Narsil?” the older officer asked, lifting one of her eyebrows. A strand of her greying brown hair trailed over her face, the only escapee from a perfect bun.

“My sword... Aragorn’s sword,” Viggo said. “Shall I get it for you?”

“You have a sword in the house?” she asked, looking incredulous.

“Well, yes, it’s for my part in the Lord of the Rings movie...” He glanced at Elijah for help in explaining his idiosyncrasies.

Elijah’s lips quirked slightly, “he’s a method actor... so... he’s a little insane. He keeps the sword with him the same way his character would, help him get to know the part.” Elijah shrugged, “Seems to work for him.”

The police officers exchanged a glance that clearly expressed their opinion of that, while Viggo shot Elijah a glare which promised nothing good in the near future.

“So,” the younger policeman said, his smile now a bit condescending, “what did you find when you came downstairs with... uh... Narsil?”

Viggo, now looking a bit darkly at both officers, said, “There was a shadowy figure in the living room. I am not sure what she was doing. Nothing as far as I could tell, but I really didn’t give her a chance-”

“Excuse me, how did you know it was a woman?” the older, whose name was Diffenbacher or something equally unusual, officer asked.

“Well, it was either a woman or a man whose voice reached the upper ranges of vocal pitch.” Viggo fixed her with his most intense stare, which she returned rather mildly. “Anyway, I startled her and she ran out of here, screaming... I’m sure some of the neighbours noticed.”

“Her voice was familiar... like... I... I think I’ve heard it before... but I can’t tell you who it was... just that I’m fairly sure I’ve know the person... in passing?” Elijah looked rather cowed by Viggo’s dirty look, but there wasn’t really any other way to describe Viggo.

“And nothing was taken?” the younger man asked.

“Nothing that I noticed... she left rather hurriedly, so if she planned to take anything...” Viggo shrugged slightly. “I guess it seems a bit silly now that we called you.”

“No, of course not,” Officer Deffenbacher or Chickenmeyer or whatever said. “You had no idea who it was when you called. It was probably someone pulling a practical joke or maybe some fan who broke in... but, you had no way of knowing. We’ll make inquiries around the neighbourhood, see if we can figure out where she went. We’ll keep you apprised of the progress.” She and her partner rose as one on one side of the table, while Viggo and Elijah stood in the same moment on the other.

As soon as they left Elijah burrowed himself into Viggo’s chest and shivered there, wrapping his arms tightly around his lover and sighing. “I’m sorry... I musta forgotten to lock the back door.”

“We forgot,” Viggo said, mildly. He held Elijah just as tightly, trying to convey reassuring safety to him. “Shall we go back to bed? We have to get up distressingly early.”

Elijah clung even tighter to Viggo and nodded, “We should...” But he didn’t let go, and he was wrapped around Viggo too tightly for his lover to move.

Recognizing the fear and need in Elijah, Viggo just held him. He began to whisper softly in Spanish, just loud enough for Elijah to hear, “Podrá nublarse el sol eternamente; Podrá secarse en un instante el mar; Podrá romperse el eje de la tierra Como un débil cristal. ¡Todo sucederá! Podrá la muerte cubrirme con su fúnebre crespón; pero jamás en mí podrá apagarse la llama de tu amor.” He hoped the soft Spanish would soothe Elijah’s nerves, like they usually did.

Pressing his ear to Viggo’s chest Elijah focused all his senses on Viggo’s singing, letting the smooth sounds and Viggo’s nearness comfort him as he often did. His grip on Viggo lessened and soon they where making their way up to their bedroom, Elijah’s head still pressed to Viggo’s chest.

Viggo poured Elijah into the bed, tucking the covers around him. He shed his robe and lay down beside him, curling around the smaller man protectively. His singing never ceased, remaining low and gentle. The kitten, startled and nervous because of the unusual activity, snuggled up with them and purred.

Sighing softly Elijah cradled the kitten to his chest, “Hello Gremlin... did we frighten you?” he held the kitten almost exactly the same way Viggo was holding him, and he asked softly, “Why?”

“Why?” Viggo asked, obviously a bit confused about the nature of the question. He scratched Gremlin between the ears, smiling when her little motor revved up an additional notch.

“Why do you think she did it? A... a set prank maybe?” Elijah’s lips pressed a soft kiss to the fingers scratching the kitten.

“Very likely, and if that’s the case, I hope we do not get her into too much trouble. You know how impossible Dom can be when he’s had too much to drink. How impossible a lot of them can be... anyone of them might have talked her into it.” He paused, considering ways to find out whom and a suitable means to pay them back for the fright.

“If it was I’ma gonna kill someone.” sighing Elijah lifted his head to kiss Viggo softly, “I was fucking frightened... am still, not as much though.”

“So was I,” Viggo said, kissing him back and then smoothing his rumpled hair. However, I am not sure we need to pursue the poor woman any further. I think she nearly had a heart attack when I jumped at her with Narsil. And now the police will be looking for her, too.” He held Elijah tighter. “I wasn’t really scared for myself, though... just for you... though if I had thought about it for longer, been more awake, I might have thought of a practical joke.”

“All I could think of was there was someone in the house... I... I didn’t think any further...” Elijah’s sigh became a yawn as he snuggled into Viggo’s shoulder, “Stupid female.”

“Hey,” Viggo cautioned softly, “Don’t say it like that.”

“Sorry.” sighing he nuzzled Viggo’s shoulder, “I ... I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know.” Viggo kissed his nose. “You should apologize to Gremlin, though, for insulting her entire gender.”

At the sound of her name, Gremlin reached out a paw for Viggo and placed it square on his mouth, where he kissed it softly.

“I’m sorry Princess Gremlin, even if you’re not a fully functioning girl.” And he kissed her ears, “I need to sleep I think.”

“Yes, you do. Shall I sing you to sleep?” Viggo asked. He pulled the covers more snugly around them, even including Gremlin.

“Please?” Elijah’s tone was very hopeful, “I’d like that.” and he snuggled in, quite prepared to sleep.

“Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart, dream of the field and the dove, can you hear me- hear me in that dreamland, where your fancies are? Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart, wild little woodland dove, can you hear the song that tells you, of my heart’s true love?” Viggo sang, not without a touch of humour at the sentimental lyrics.

Elijah’s giggle at the song was sleepy and having arranged himself comfortably he started drifting off, whispering into the warm darkness, “Love you.”

“I love you, too,” Viggo whispered. “I’ll watch over you while you sleep.”

It was the last thing Elijah heard as he drifted away.