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Un Cadeau du Roi (7/8)
Title: Un Cadeau du Roi (7/8)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: anything's possible among VM, BB, DM, HS, DW, OB, EW (this part HS/VM, HS/OB)
Rating: series PG-13
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: A lot of your questions will be answered in this part. There is still one more chapter and an epilogue to come, but they will have to wait a week b/c I will be on holiday in the South of France. So thank you for your patience and as always for your comments!
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
When Viggo came down to the kitchen in the morning, he met Harry with an easy smile before buttering his toast and putting water on the hob for the tea. He was more relaxed than he’d been in months, maybe even years, but after a few minutes he realised that Harry was not acting in kind.
“What’s wrong, sunshine?” Viggo asked jokingly, stepping around the island to slide his arms around Harry’s waist, and feeling a tinge of worry when Harry’s eyes slid immediately down to a point just to the left of Viggo’s elbow.
“Orlando is on his way, Vig.” Viggo frowned, but didn’t pull away, putting the pieces slowly together in his head.
“So… oh God, Harry. You’re worried that I’ll leave with him, aren’t you? Are you worried that I’ll leave here? Please, don’t be. I know I don’t exactly love you yet, but last night…”
“Viggo, it’s not what you think…”
Harry and Viggo both jumped at the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway, and Harry quickly jerked away, as if he had touched a hot stove. Viggo frowned, the wheels turning in his head as the front door flew open and Orlando stalked into the kitchen. Viggo would’ve smiled at the irony, seeing Orlando up close for the first time when he had just reconciled himself to the fact that Harry might actually be the preferable partner, if it weren’t for the pained look on Harry’s face.
“I’ll be damned,” Orlando announced, followed by a low whistle. He looked from Viggo, standing by the counter looking frightened, to Harry, head now in his hands, leaning against the refrigerator, and chuckled, almost cruelly. “You know, I was hoping to get here before it was too late, but I guess not. It’s happened then, Harry? You’ve told him?”
“Orli, it’s not…”
“Told me what?” Viggo’s voice was sharp as a knife cutting through a steak, and Harry cringed while Orlando’s eyes just widened.
“Wait a minute. You know, don’t you? About the prophecy?” Orlando asked, cautiously, as if he were trying to feel Viggo out.
“Of course I do! He’s supposed to fall in love with me, and then he’ll get some sort of a prize! And you’re jealous, I guess, and therefore tried to keep this from happening, but I think you might be too late for that,” Viggo admitted, his fire suddenly focused fully on Orlando. “Honestly, was it really necessary? To think I ever desired you…”
Orlando stared at Viggo for a moment, and then broke out into laughter—cruel, unabashed laughter. “You don’t honestly think…”
“Orlando, please. Don’t.” Viggo looked at Harry, and then at Orlando, and back again, trying to understand fully what was going on. “Look, Vig, please. I… I have… shit, I have fallen in love with you, God help me, but it’s not that easy…”
“Jesus, Harry. Just let me tell the poor guy,” Orlando interrupted. “It’s better he hates me, anyway.”
“Orli, I don’t…”
“Jesus fuck!” Viggo exclaimed suddenly, and both men whipped around to look at him. “Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?”
Orlando was the first to recover, and smiled almost evilly, turning to face Viggo. “Look, Viggo. Here’s how it goes. He told you about the prophecy, yeah? And about he and I, how we were together…?”
“Yes, all of that, but what…”
“Listen to me. Now I assume he told you that all he has to do to claim his prize and reunite the spirits of his ancestors is fall in love with you, right? And you think that I tried to prevent this because I wanted him for myself?” Viggo nodded dumbly, and Orlando shook his head, laughing lightly. “Poor bastard, I almost feel sorry for you.”
“Orli, I swear to God…”
“Shut up, Harry. I’m trying to make this easy on you. Listen, Viggo. Long story short, that’s not all of the prophecy. He doesn’t just have to fall in love with you. He has to fall, and then let you go. That’s the whole prophecy, and I suspect that’s why he’s dawdled so long over the letting go part. He did fall for you, and he knew it would hurt you and him, and that’s why I’ve been trying to avoid this in the first place. I don’t care if it’s inevitable; I don’t want Harry hurt. But now it’s happened, and now you have to go, and I’m going to be here with him to pick up the pieces. I’m sorry, Viggo. You have to understand that I never meant for it to happen this way.”
Orlando finished his explanation with a sympathetic smile, but all Viggo could do was stare at him. He was completely in shock, and come to think of it, he was damned pissed off. He just couldn’t decide on whom to first focus his rage.
“You… you…. you fucker!” he screamed, flying into Orlando with both hands raised, shoving him into the fridge right next to Harry, who jumped and then reached out to grab Viggo by the shoulders, trying to hold him off. “Let go of me!” he snapped, pushing Harry away as well, pacing to the opposite side of the room to leave both the other men standing against the fridge, bewildered. “God, what the fuck? What right do you have? You!” He glared at Harry, watching the other man cower but not nearly satisfied. “You know, you fucker!! You know how badly I was hurt, and yet you have the audacity to throw it in my face, to let history repeat itself for your own stupid little game? You fucking prick!” he screamed, punctuating his speech with another shove against Harry’s chest. “And you!” he continued, this time focusing on Orlando. “There are no words to describe what a fucking selfish bastard you are! How the fuck could you consider this protection? Love? You call it love to storm in here and tell me this? If you didn’t want him hurt, you could’ve ignored the fucking prophecy! You didn’t have to shove him away from me, damnit! I may not love him, no, and I sure as hell don’t now, but I was at least starting to like him! God! God damn you both to hell!” he cursed, storming up the steps to his room, throwing everything into his bag in a rage.
“Viggo, look…” Harry ventured, watching his would-be-lover from the doorway.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” Viggo spat out, his tone surprisingly low and even.
“Viggo, I don’t want to do this. I do love you, and God knows I wish you could just stay…”
“Are you asking me?” Viggo asked, suddenly standing to full height and facing Harry. “Are you asking me to stay here, telling me that you’re going to fuck the prophecy to hell and kick that goddamned fucking selfish child out the door so that I can maybe learn how to love again?”
Harry sighed, and seemed to consider a moment. “Viggo, I have to respect my ancestors. This isn’t about us…”
“Oh the fuck it isn’t. I’m leaving, you ass. I’ll send word so you can find your car,” Viggo spat out, pushing past Harry and out the door, ignoring the simpering little smirk as he passed Orlando and swiped the car keys from a dish near the door, peeling out of the driveway in a squeal of tires and leaving the godforsaken French mansion behind forever.
It was in Narbonne, where Viggo left Harry’s car in the train station parking lot and found a small bed and breakfast that still had availability in early October, that Viggo thought to go through his work thus far. He wasn’t sure he could ever write a book on this whole bizarre story that was Harry Sinclair, even if it would make an excellent novel, so he went back to his notes from Ireland and his aspirations of a boring coffee table volume. He was flipping through what he had written in his notebook when he suddenly found a single name, scribbled in the middle of his notes that morning at the café with Dom and Billy, when he had asked about the affair Billy had had in Connemara.
Harry.
Eyes wide, Viggo thought back. It couldn’t be… but then there was the note at the hotel in Italy, which had to be left by someone. A friend. Billy? Frantically, he flipped through his things until he found a phone number, and hastily dialled.
“Dom Monaghan speaking.”
“Dom, this is Viggo. I need to speak to Billy, please.”
“Um, sure mate… just a tic.” Viggo kneaded his hands nervously in his lap as he heard muffled speech in the background. Fuck. Billy was involved in all this? Billy had led him to Liv? It had to be. But then, why did Billy give away the name so quickly? It was only due to his initial rage and confusion in meeting Harry that Viggo had never put two and two together, and if Billy wanted him to meet then why hadn’t he…
“Viggo?”
“You have some explaining to do.”
“Shit. I guess you found Harry then?”
“Of course I found him, you fucker. You led me right into his fucking lap. Why?”
“Viggo, please. I was helping a friend… I thought you would end up falling in love with him, maybe, like the prophecy said, but I guess it didn’t work out…”
“First of all, Billy, the prophecy only required that he fall in love with me. Secondly, it worked just fine. Which is why I’m sitting here in a fucking hotel room, trying not to go completely mental…”
“Wait. If it worked out, then why aren’t you with him? And why are you mad at me? I thought you’d be happy that I led you to him.” Viggo paused for a moment, not understanding Billy’s logic, and then suddenly he realised.
“Billy,” he finally spoke, tone much softer. “You don’t know about the last part of the prophecy, do you?”
“Last part? What the bloody hell…”
“Billy, the prophecy… well he didn’t tell me this at first, either. In fact, he never told me, it was that fucking prick Orlando who did this morning, but…”
“Wait, Orlando’s there?”
“Yes, but…”
“Not with Elijah?”
“No! Look, Billy, listen to me. The prophecy. I guess we’ve both been played…. you see, it says that he has to fall in love with me, and then he has to leave. For it to work, he has to leave me after falling for me. That’s what Orlando came to explain. That’s why he’s there now, and not me…”
“Oh, fuck. Fucking… Jesus, mate, I am so sorry…”
“Billy…”
“Wait. I have to explain some things to you. And then we have to figure out… fuck. Okay, look. You were right about some things. That was me, with the message at the hotel. But that’s not all. You see, when you first arrived in Ireland, well, Dom and I meeting you wasn’t exactly coincidence.”
“What?”
“I mean, it was pretty bloody lucky that you wound up right there, on the street where we were busking, and stopped to listen. But Dom approaching you, getting you interested… Orli knew that you would be in Ireland, see. Harry had no idea, but Orlando was pretty bloody worried about this whole prophecy, and even though he and Harry hadn’t been together for awhile, he was pretty fucking afraid of Harry getting hurt. He does love Harry, in a sort of obtuse, destructive way, but… well the point is, he had been keeping an eye on you. He found out that you were coming to London, and when he realised you were going to Cork…”
“How did he…?”
“Flight information, I don’t know exactly. Anyway, he wanted us on the lookout. Orlando knew Dom, see, from a while back. Dom and Orli’s sister dated when she was in Manchester, before he came to Ireland, and so Orli called in a favour when he found out where you were going. He didn’t explain much to us, just that it was very important that he know your whereabouts, and that you stay in Ireland if at all possible.”
“You trusted him?”
“Dom did. I played along. You might have noticed, Dom was somewhat more enthusiastic about the whole thing, but I warmed up to you, Viggo. And so when you left, and Harry called, I didn’t know what to do. He explained the whole thing, you know, except for the part of the prophecy that you just told me. He played Orli up as the jealous ex, and told me that he just needed a bit of help getting you to France so that the pieces could fall into place. I thought he was crazy, at first, but I wanted you happy and in love, you know, and I like Harry, even if he wasn’t the one for me… well anyway, Dom was completely against the idea. He didn’t trust Harry, and he’d known Orli for ages, but then I pointed out that it seemed to be a question of fate. You know, I never believed in fate before, but seeing as how it was fate that brought Dommeh and I together…” Viggo smiled, hearing Billy’s tone of voice over the lines.
“Listen, Billy, I’m not upset with you. I just don’t know what to do now, exactly.”
“I don’t know, Viggo. This doesn’t sit right with me, all of this. I think there’s something we’re missing… and what about Elijah?”
“What about him?”
“Well, you know he’s pretty much in love with Orlando?”
“Harry said as much.”
“Presumably, Orlando just up and left Elijah to run off to Harry, I mean think how he must be feeling. I was hoping with you and Harry together, that Orlando might realise what he has, honestly. Always trying to protect the kid, but…”
“Elijah. Maybe if I see Elijah I’ll find some answers.”
“I don’t know, Vig. I mean, he can be kind of fragile.”
“Just give me his number, okay? I just want to ring him.”
“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“He…hello?” Elijah’s voice sounded as if he’d been crying for days, and Viggo’s heart immediately went out to the kid.
“Elijah, it’s Viggo.”
“I know.” Oh. Right. Yeah, he’d seen Elijah’s powers first hand, but… still creepy.
“Elijah, are you all right?”
“What do you think? This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen!” Elijah exclaimed, and then Viggo thought he could hear sobbing start anew in the background.
“Elijah… Elijah please, calm down. I want to help you.”
“How? Orli’s gone off with Harry, and we’re both alone, and this is not how it’s supposed to fucking happen!!” Viggo held the phone away from his ear for a moment, as Elijah was actually screaming, and waited for a moment before responding.
“Elijah… can you please do me a favour? Just tell me what you mean. Not supposed to happen? Are you referring to a… um, to a premonition, here?”
“Of course I am! I don’t just make this shit up!” Viggo smiled this time, in spite of himself.
“Elijah, can you just tell me what you saw? Please?”
“You and Harry… me and Orlando… we’re supposed to be… this isn’t how it’s supposed to work!”
“The prophecy’s wrong, then?”
“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know! I don’t get it, okay?” Viggo sighed, trying to think quickly. Come on, smart one. Think of something.
“Elijah, if this isn’t supposed to happen… tell me this, at least. Harry says he loves me, and I believe him. And Orlando… you love him, right?”
“With all my heart,” Elijah replied, sniffling.
“Right. Well then… I really think there’s something going on here. I mean Harry… God, it’s so strange, but now that he’s gone I’m that much more determined to see him again. I mean, he was a total asshole to me, but was he really? I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe… it wasn’t all within his control, you know? But what if it was? I mean what if I could get him back, somehow? What if the prophecy… well it said he had to let me go, okay. I grant him that. But this prize, he still doesn’t know what it is, or have it, as far as I know. And I’m thinking… well what in the prophecy says that after letting me go, what says that I’m not allowed to fight back?”
“Oh my…” Viggo grinned, almost hearing Elijah smile through the phone lines.
“We’ve got to fight for these fuckers, Elijah. I don’t even know why. I have no idea why I care so much. I should just let him wallow, and live without me, but… there was something in his eyes, the night before I left. God help me, I want to fight for this. And I don’t think you’re ready to give up on Orli, either.”
“No…”
“I’m going back, Lijah. I’m going to find them. I’ll call you, okay?”
“Okay… Viggo?”
“Yeah?”
“If you do… tell Orli I love him.” Viggo grinned.
“I promise.”
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Pairings: anything's possible among VM, BB, DM, HS, DW, OB, EW (this part HS/VM, HS/OB)
Rating: series PG-13
Disclaimer: AU and very not true.
Feedback: Please do! It's very much appreciated.
A/N: A lot of your questions will be answered in this part. There is still one more chapter and an epilogue to come, but they will have to wait a week b/c I will be on holiday in the South of France. So thank you for your patience and as always for your comments!
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
When Viggo came down to the kitchen in the morning, he met Harry with an easy smile before buttering his toast and putting water on the hob for the tea. He was more relaxed than he’d been in months, maybe even years, but after a few minutes he realised that Harry was not acting in kind.
“What’s wrong, sunshine?” Viggo asked jokingly, stepping around the island to slide his arms around Harry’s waist, and feeling a tinge of worry when Harry’s eyes slid immediately down to a point just to the left of Viggo’s elbow.
“Orlando is on his way, Vig.” Viggo frowned, but didn’t pull away, putting the pieces slowly together in his head.
“So… oh God, Harry. You’re worried that I’ll leave with him, aren’t you? Are you worried that I’ll leave here? Please, don’t be. I know I don’t exactly love you yet, but last night…”
“Viggo, it’s not what you think…”
Harry and Viggo both jumped at the sound of a car door slamming in the driveway, and Harry quickly jerked away, as if he had touched a hot stove. Viggo frowned, the wheels turning in his head as the front door flew open and Orlando stalked into the kitchen. Viggo would’ve smiled at the irony, seeing Orlando up close for the first time when he had just reconciled himself to the fact that Harry might actually be the preferable partner, if it weren’t for the pained look on Harry’s face.
“I’ll be damned,” Orlando announced, followed by a low whistle. He looked from Viggo, standing by the counter looking frightened, to Harry, head now in his hands, leaning against the refrigerator, and chuckled, almost cruelly. “You know, I was hoping to get here before it was too late, but I guess not. It’s happened then, Harry? You’ve told him?”
“Orli, it’s not…”
“Told me what?” Viggo’s voice was sharp as a knife cutting through a steak, and Harry cringed while Orlando’s eyes just widened.
“Wait a minute. You know, don’t you? About the prophecy?” Orlando asked, cautiously, as if he were trying to feel Viggo out.
“Of course I do! He’s supposed to fall in love with me, and then he’ll get some sort of a prize! And you’re jealous, I guess, and therefore tried to keep this from happening, but I think you might be too late for that,” Viggo admitted, his fire suddenly focused fully on Orlando. “Honestly, was it really necessary? To think I ever desired you…”
Orlando stared at Viggo for a moment, and then broke out into laughter—cruel, unabashed laughter. “You don’t honestly think…”
“Orlando, please. Don’t.” Viggo looked at Harry, and then at Orlando, and back again, trying to understand fully what was going on. “Look, Vig, please. I… I have… shit, I have fallen in love with you, God help me, but it’s not that easy…”
“Jesus, Harry. Just let me tell the poor guy,” Orlando interrupted. “It’s better he hates me, anyway.”
“Orli, I don’t…”
“Jesus fuck!” Viggo exclaimed suddenly, and both men whipped around to look at him. “Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?”
Orlando was the first to recover, and smiled almost evilly, turning to face Viggo. “Look, Viggo. Here’s how it goes. He told you about the prophecy, yeah? And about he and I, how we were together…?”
“Yes, all of that, but what…”
“Listen to me. Now I assume he told you that all he has to do to claim his prize and reunite the spirits of his ancestors is fall in love with you, right? And you think that I tried to prevent this because I wanted him for myself?” Viggo nodded dumbly, and Orlando shook his head, laughing lightly. “Poor bastard, I almost feel sorry for you.”
“Orli, I swear to God…”
“Shut up, Harry. I’m trying to make this easy on you. Listen, Viggo. Long story short, that’s not all of the prophecy. He doesn’t just have to fall in love with you. He has to fall, and then let you go. That’s the whole prophecy, and I suspect that’s why he’s dawdled so long over the letting go part. He did fall for you, and he knew it would hurt you and him, and that’s why I’ve been trying to avoid this in the first place. I don’t care if it’s inevitable; I don’t want Harry hurt. But now it’s happened, and now you have to go, and I’m going to be here with him to pick up the pieces. I’m sorry, Viggo. You have to understand that I never meant for it to happen this way.”
Orlando finished his explanation with a sympathetic smile, but all Viggo could do was stare at him. He was completely in shock, and come to think of it, he was damned pissed off. He just couldn’t decide on whom to first focus his rage.
“You… you…. you fucker!” he screamed, flying into Orlando with both hands raised, shoving him into the fridge right next to Harry, who jumped and then reached out to grab Viggo by the shoulders, trying to hold him off. “Let go of me!” he snapped, pushing Harry away as well, pacing to the opposite side of the room to leave both the other men standing against the fridge, bewildered. “God, what the fuck? What right do you have? You!” He glared at Harry, watching the other man cower but not nearly satisfied. “You know, you fucker!! You know how badly I was hurt, and yet you have the audacity to throw it in my face, to let history repeat itself for your own stupid little game? You fucking prick!” he screamed, punctuating his speech with another shove against Harry’s chest. “And you!” he continued, this time focusing on Orlando. “There are no words to describe what a fucking selfish bastard you are! How the fuck could you consider this protection? Love? You call it love to storm in here and tell me this? If you didn’t want him hurt, you could’ve ignored the fucking prophecy! You didn’t have to shove him away from me, damnit! I may not love him, no, and I sure as hell don’t now, but I was at least starting to like him! God! God damn you both to hell!” he cursed, storming up the steps to his room, throwing everything into his bag in a rage.
“Viggo, look…” Harry ventured, watching his would-be-lover from the doorway.
“Don’t fucking talk to me,” Viggo spat out, his tone surprisingly low and even.
“Viggo, I don’t want to do this. I do love you, and God knows I wish you could just stay…”
“Are you asking me?” Viggo asked, suddenly standing to full height and facing Harry. “Are you asking me to stay here, telling me that you’re going to fuck the prophecy to hell and kick that goddamned fucking selfish child out the door so that I can maybe learn how to love again?”
Harry sighed, and seemed to consider a moment. “Viggo, I have to respect my ancestors. This isn’t about us…”
“Oh the fuck it isn’t. I’m leaving, you ass. I’ll send word so you can find your car,” Viggo spat out, pushing past Harry and out the door, ignoring the simpering little smirk as he passed Orlando and swiped the car keys from a dish near the door, peeling out of the driveway in a squeal of tires and leaving the godforsaken French mansion behind forever.
It was in Narbonne, where Viggo left Harry’s car in the train station parking lot and found a small bed and breakfast that still had availability in early October, that Viggo thought to go through his work thus far. He wasn’t sure he could ever write a book on this whole bizarre story that was Harry Sinclair, even if it would make an excellent novel, so he went back to his notes from Ireland and his aspirations of a boring coffee table volume. He was flipping through what he had written in his notebook when he suddenly found a single name, scribbled in the middle of his notes that morning at the café with Dom and Billy, when he had asked about the affair Billy had had in Connemara.
Harry.
Eyes wide, Viggo thought back. It couldn’t be… but then there was the note at the hotel in Italy, which had to be left by someone. A friend. Billy? Frantically, he flipped through his things until he found a phone number, and hastily dialled.
“Dom Monaghan speaking.”
“Dom, this is Viggo. I need to speak to Billy, please.”
“Um, sure mate… just a tic.” Viggo kneaded his hands nervously in his lap as he heard muffled speech in the background. Fuck. Billy was involved in all this? Billy had led him to Liv? It had to be. But then, why did Billy give away the name so quickly? It was only due to his initial rage and confusion in meeting Harry that Viggo had never put two and two together, and if Billy wanted him to meet then why hadn’t he…
“Viggo?”
“You have some explaining to do.”
“Shit. I guess you found Harry then?”
“Of course I found him, you fucker. You led me right into his fucking lap. Why?”
“Viggo, please. I was helping a friend… I thought you would end up falling in love with him, maybe, like the prophecy said, but I guess it didn’t work out…”
“First of all, Billy, the prophecy only required that he fall in love with me. Secondly, it worked just fine. Which is why I’m sitting here in a fucking hotel room, trying not to go completely mental…”
“Wait. If it worked out, then why aren’t you with him? And why are you mad at me? I thought you’d be happy that I led you to him.” Viggo paused for a moment, not understanding Billy’s logic, and then suddenly he realised.
“Billy,” he finally spoke, tone much softer. “You don’t know about the last part of the prophecy, do you?”
“Last part? What the bloody hell…”
“Billy, the prophecy… well he didn’t tell me this at first, either. In fact, he never told me, it was that fucking prick Orlando who did this morning, but…”
“Wait, Orlando’s there?”
“Yes, but…”
“Not with Elijah?”
“No! Look, Billy, listen to me. The prophecy. I guess we’ve both been played…. you see, it says that he has to fall in love with me, and then he has to leave. For it to work, he has to leave me after falling for me. That’s what Orlando came to explain. That’s why he’s there now, and not me…”
“Oh, fuck. Fucking… Jesus, mate, I am so sorry…”
“Billy…”
“Wait. I have to explain some things to you. And then we have to figure out… fuck. Okay, look. You were right about some things. That was me, with the message at the hotel. But that’s not all. You see, when you first arrived in Ireland, well, Dom and I meeting you wasn’t exactly coincidence.”
“What?”
“I mean, it was pretty bloody lucky that you wound up right there, on the street where we were busking, and stopped to listen. But Dom approaching you, getting you interested… Orli knew that you would be in Ireland, see. Harry had no idea, but Orlando was pretty bloody worried about this whole prophecy, and even though he and Harry hadn’t been together for awhile, he was pretty fucking afraid of Harry getting hurt. He does love Harry, in a sort of obtuse, destructive way, but… well the point is, he had been keeping an eye on you. He found out that you were coming to London, and when he realised you were going to Cork…”
“How did he…?”
“Flight information, I don’t know exactly. Anyway, he wanted us on the lookout. Orlando knew Dom, see, from a while back. Dom and Orli’s sister dated when she was in Manchester, before he came to Ireland, and so Orli called in a favour when he found out where you were going. He didn’t explain much to us, just that it was very important that he know your whereabouts, and that you stay in Ireland if at all possible.”
“You trusted him?”
“Dom did. I played along. You might have noticed, Dom was somewhat more enthusiastic about the whole thing, but I warmed up to you, Viggo. And so when you left, and Harry called, I didn’t know what to do. He explained the whole thing, you know, except for the part of the prophecy that you just told me. He played Orli up as the jealous ex, and told me that he just needed a bit of help getting you to France so that the pieces could fall into place. I thought he was crazy, at first, but I wanted you happy and in love, you know, and I like Harry, even if he wasn’t the one for me… well anyway, Dom was completely against the idea. He didn’t trust Harry, and he’d known Orli for ages, but then I pointed out that it seemed to be a question of fate. You know, I never believed in fate before, but seeing as how it was fate that brought Dommeh and I together…” Viggo smiled, hearing Billy’s tone of voice over the lines.
“Listen, Billy, I’m not upset with you. I just don’t know what to do now, exactly.”
“I don’t know, Viggo. This doesn’t sit right with me, all of this. I think there’s something we’re missing… and what about Elijah?”
“What about him?”
“Well, you know he’s pretty much in love with Orlando?”
“Harry said as much.”
“Presumably, Orlando just up and left Elijah to run off to Harry, I mean think how he must be feeling. I was hoping with you and Harry together, that Orlando might realise what he has, honestly. Always trying to protect the kid, but…”
“Elijah. Maybe if I see Elijah I’ll find some answers.”
“I don’t know, Vig. I mean, he can be kind of fragile.”
“Just give me his number, okay? I just want to ring him.”
“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“He…hello?” Elijah’s voice sounded as if he’d been crying for days, and Viggo’s heart immediately went out to the kid.
“Elijah, it’s Viggo.”
“I know.” Oh. Right. Yeah, he’d seen Elijah’s powers first hand, but… still creepy.
“Elijah, are you all right?”
“What do you think? This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen!” Elijah exclaimed, and then Viggo thought he could hear sobbing start anew in the background.
“Elijah… Elijah please, calm down. I want to help you.”
“How? Orli’s gone off with Harry, and we’re both alone, and this is not how it’s supposed to fucking happen!!” Viggo held the phone away from his ear for a moment, as Elijah was actually screaming, and waited for a moment before responding.
“Elijah… can you please do me a favour? Just tell me what you mean. Not supposed to happen? Are you referring to a… um, to a premonition, here?”
“Of course I am! I don’t just make this shit up!” Viggo smiled this time, in spite of himself.
“Elijah, can you just tell me what you saw? Please?”
“You and Harry… me and Orlando… we’re supposed to be… this isn’t how it’s supposed to work!”
“The prophecy’s wrong, then?”
“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know! I don’t get it, okay?” Viggo sighed, trying to think quickly. Come on, smart one. Think of something.
“Elijah, if this isn’t supposed to happen… tell me this, at least. Harry says he loves me, and I believe him. And Orlando… you love him, right?”
“With all my heart,” Elijah replied, sniffling.
“Right. Well then… I really think there’s something going on here. I mean Harry… God, it’s so strange, but now that he’s gone I’m that much more determined to see him again. I mean, he was a total asshole to me, but was he really? I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe… it wasn’t all within his control, you know? But what if it was? I mean what if I could get him back, somehow? What if the prophecy… well it said he had to let me go, okay. I grant him that. But this prize, he still doesn’t know what it is, or have it, as far as I know. And I’m thinking… well what in the prophecy says that after letting me go, what says that I’m not allowed to fight back?”
“Oh my…” Viggo grinned, almost hearing Elijah smile through the phone lines.
“We’ve got to fight for these fuckers, Elijah. I don’t even know why. I have no idea why I care so much. I should just let him wallow, and live without me, but… there was something in his eyes, the night before I left. God help me, I want to fight for this. And I don’t think you’re ready to give up on Orli, either.”
“No…”
“I’m going back, Lijah. I’m going to find them. I’ll call you, okay?”
“Okay… Viggo?”
“Yeah?”
“If you do… tell Orli I love him.” Viggo grinned.
“I promise.”
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what better prize is there, after all, then true love? a kingly gift, indeed. :smile:
this has been a interesting journey, one that i've enjoyed quite a lot.
kerry =)