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Fic: Felt Mountain (OB/EW, PG-13, 1/?)
Title: Felt Mountain (1/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clocks
Pairing: OB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Feedback: As badly as I want Season 3 of The Office (US)
Disclaimer: Not true, not true, not true.
Author's Note: Inspired by the album 'Felt Mountain' by Goldfrapp. I don't quite know how to explain it, but....yeah.
FELT MOUNTAIN
The detective didn't look like a detective. He looked like a kid, not much older than Elijah himself, and his eyes were too kind. Elijah wasn't sure why kind eyes meant that a man couldn't be a detective. Could he? Maybe Elijah had been reading too much pulp fiction. Not all detectives were haggard, cigar-chomping Bogart-types in their 40s who referred to women as 'dames'. This detective didn't even look like he enjoyed cigarette smoke, judging from the way he was wrinkling his nose at the smell of Elijah's cloves.
"Can I come in?" The detective asked, and Elijah very slowly gave him a long once-over, sizing him up with cool eyes, then beckoned him in. The detective stepped in, surveying the apartment with genuine interest.
"What did you say your name was again?" Elijah put out the clove cigarette in a nearby can before folding his arms and looking at the detective expectantly.
"Detective Bloom." The man smiled. "Orli. Orli is fine."
"What kind of name is Orli?" At the detective's raised eyebrows, Elijah tried to shrug casually. "Well, you know, it's kinda unusual and all."
"Fair enough." Orli slowly started circling the furniture, those kind- no, keen brown eyes picking up details silently like felt picking up lint. "It's actually Orlando. Morphed into Orli in school."
"What do they call you down at the station?"
"Bloom." Orli broke into a grin. "Petal. Flower. Petunia. You get the drift."
"I know." Elijah sighed. "I mean, I know how it is. I'm Wood," he offered, by way of explanation.
"Beg ya pardon?" Orli's quizzical frown caused Elijah to chuckle.
"I mean, I'm Elijah Wood."
Orli tilted his head to one side, as though considering Elijah's name in his head. "It's kinda nice actually. Has a nice ring to it."
"So does Orlando Bloom."
They shared a slightly awkward, shy grin, and Elijah had to cough and turn away as an excuse to look away from those eyes before they sucked him in like a damn Hoover. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Orli clearing his throat a bit conspicuously before fishing out his notebook and noting down details. About the apartment? Lij as the concerned neighbour and potential witness?
"So, how do you feel?" Orlando didn't look up, but his voice was noticeably softer.
"I...I dunno. It's like, sure I knew her, I lived next door to her for a year, but I didn't know her like, too well, you know?" Elijah stared down glumly at his feet. Truth was, he didn't really like Allison that much, the whore was always bringing different men home and yowling at night like a cat in heat and the thin walls made it exasperatingly difficult for Elijah to get any sleep. The best part was that it was impossible to be turned on by any kind of voyeuristic pleasure due to how exasperatingly gay he was.
Still, he had been shocked that morning to hear that Allison's body was discovered on her bathroom floor in a pool of blood, the telltale gaping wound on her head probably meant that her lousy ex-boyfriend had been over and beating her senseless again, only this time, he'd gone too far. Elijah had heard the yelling and screaming and cussing from their argument last night, but it was so commonplace that he had been annoyed as usual and thought nothing was up. Now he felt pretty awful. And kinda weirded out. The first thought that flew into his head after Mrs. Rundgren across the hall told him the news that morning was that he had slept all night next door to a dead body. Far out.
"Elijah?"
"Hmmn?" Elijah blinked quickly, then looked at Orli, who was looking at him thoughtfully.
"You sure you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm uh, gonna be okay."
"How does a coffee sound?"
"Pretty great, actually."
~
Manny's. Great coffee, sullen waitresses, killer waffles and runny eggs. Elijah wolfed down his breakfast, stopping only when he felt Orli's amused eyes on him. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Lunch, yesterday." Elijah had no idea why he felt guilty.
"Jesus, eat up, man. You must be starving."
Elijah went back to eating, but his eyes remained fixed on Orlando, who shifted in his seat uncomfortably after a while.
"What?" Orlando laughed a little nervously.
Elijah shrugged as he pushed egg remnants around his plate with his fork. "Dunno, was kinda wondering why you're being so nice."
That earned him a huge grin. "What, you prefer that I drag you back to the station and do the whole good-cop-bad-cop stuff with you?"
"Does it involve handcuffs?" Elijah wiggled his eyebrows, only half-kidding, but Orlando shifted again and Elijah could swear that something – intangible, nameless, beyond description - shifted in the air between them.
"Anyway," Orlando cleared his throat, but Elijah could see the tips of his ears were turning red. "You had a rough night. Your neighbour was killed while you were sleeping next door the whole time."
"She is-was a nice girl. Her ex is an asshole." Elijah rubbed his forehead. "Why the hell didn't I call someone? Anyone? The super, the security guard, the cops. Fuck."
"You couldn't have known." Orlando sipped his cup of tea, which must be almost as cold as his half-eaten pancakes by now. "Domestic disturbances are a patrolman's nightmare. At least that's what my colleagues say. I wouldn't know, I'm mostly in the office, but they gripe all the time about how they don't want to get involved with he-said-she-said issues. There's no black and white there, unless some bugger hits his wife."
"Allison was no angel." Suddenly, Elijah put down his fork and squeezed his eyes shut. "What the hell am I even saying?"
"Hey." The warm hand stroking his arm felt nice. Elijah privately wondered if all detectives did this for potential witnesses. "Just because someone's passed away doesn't mean you have to give them a glowing eulogy, you know?"
Elijah looked up, and he knew he was right the first time. Orlando was too nice to be a detective. Not that detectives weren't meant to be nice, but Orlando just didn't fit the bill. "I- it sucks, you know? The way she died. Goddamnit." Elijah exhaled. "That shouldn't happen to anyone."
"And that's why I'm here. To find out the truth." Orlando's eyes flickered up to the passing waitress as he signalled for the check. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where the ex lives, do you?"
~
By the time Elijah got home, more of Orlando's colleagues had arrived, a few of them meticulously dusting for prints inside Allison's apartment while an older blond man was snapping photographs of the scene of the crime. Orlando greeted him with a nod, briefly introducing Elijah to him.
"What do you have so far, Vig?"
Viggo sighed as he rewinded the roll of film. "It's too clean. Kinda looks like a crime of passion at first, like we all thought, but it ain't so. Someone took real trouble to clean up and remove all prints."
"Fuck," Orlando muttered under his breath. "Picked up the ex yet?"
Viggo grinned, looking to Elijah not quite unlike a shark. "I need the address from you first, Starsky."
"Arse." Orlando smacked him on the bum, and Elijah managed to turn his surprised giggle into a cough. Once Viggo left, Orlando ran a hand through his curls. "My colleague, mentor-type person. Utterly mental. I keep telling him he needs to be locked up with the people we pick up sometimes."
"He's great." The corner of Elijah's mouth lifted in a coy smile. "You're great."
Orlando's eyes met his, and there it was. That something-not-quite-tangible was back again.
"You're just saying that." Orlando was grinning though, and fished a name card from his pocket. "You hear anything, see anyone suspicious...that's the number to call."
Elijah frowned at the card. "This doesn't look like a direct line."
"It's my mobile."
"Oh. Your cell." Elijah tucked the card carefully into the back pocket of his jeans, and when he looked up, the tips of Orlando's ears were bright red again.
"Right, so I should-" Orlando gesticulated vaguely towards the team of officers and detectives milling around outside and next door.
"Yeah, you have to, um, go pick up the guy, and stuff."
"Yeah." Orlando leaned down slightly. "I'll see you real soon, okay?"
"Thanks. For everything." Elijah rubbed his stomach, indicating the breakfast earlier as well.
Orlando smiled a really brilliant, wide smile that made his eyes go crinkly at the sides, and Elijah's stomach flipped. "You're very welcome." He reached out, hesitantly at first, then patted Elijah's stomach fondly.
Elijah's stomach still felt warm long after the door had been closed.
TBC
Author:
clocksPairing: OB/EW
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Feedback: As badly as I want Season 3 of The Office (US)
Disclaimer: Not true, not true, not true.
Author's Note: Inspired by the album 'Felt Mountain' by Goldfrapp. I don't quite know how to explain it, but....yeah.
FELT MOUNTAIN
The detective didn't look like a detective. He looked like a kid, not much older than Elijah himself, and his eyes were too kind. Elijah wasn't sure why kind eyes meant that a man couldn't be a detective. Could he? Maybe Elijah had been reading too much pulp fiction. Not all detectives were haggard, cigar-chomping Bogart-types in their 40s who referred to women as 'dames'. This detective didn't even look like he enjoyed cigarette smoke, judging from the way he was wrinkling his nose at the smell of Elijah's cloves.
"Can I come in?" The detective asked, and Elijah very slowly gave him a long once-over, sizing him up with cool eyes, then beckoned him in. The detective stepped in, surveying the apartment with genuine interest.
"What did you say your name was again?" Elijah put out the clove cigarette in a nearby can before folding his arms and looking at the detective expectantly.
"Detective Bloom." The man smiled. "Orli. Orli is fine."
"What kind of name is Orli?" At the detective's raised eyebrows, Elijah tried to shrug casually. "Well, you know, it's kinda unusual and all."
"Fair enough." Orli slowly started circling the furniture, those kind- no, keen brown eyes picking up details silently like felt picking up lint. "It's actually Orlando. Morphed into Orli in school."
"What do they call you down at the station?"
"Bloom." Orli broke into a grin. "Petal. Flower. Petunia. You get the drift."
"I know." Elijah sighed. "I mean, I know how it is. I'm Wood," he offered, by way of explanation.
"Beg ya pardon?" Orli's quizzical frown caused Elijah to chuckle.
"I mean, I'm Elijah Wood."
Orli tilted his head to one side, as though considering Elijah's name in his head. "It's kinda nice actually. Has a nice ring to it."
"So does Orlando Bloom."
They shared a slightly awkward, shy grin, and Elijah had to cough and turn away as an excuse to look away from those eyes before they sucked him in like a damn Hoover. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Orli clearing his throat a bit conspicuously before fishing out his notebook and noting down details. About the apartment? Lij as the concerned neighbour and potential witness?
"So, how do you feel?" Orlando didn't look up, but his voice was noticeably softer.
"I...I dunno. It's like, sure I knew her, I lived next door to her for a year, but I didn't know her like, too well, you know?" Elijah stared down glumly at his feet. Truth was, he didn't really like Allison that much, the whore was always bringing different men home and yowling at night like a cat in heat and the thin walls made it exasperatingly difficult for Elijah to get any sleep. The best part was that it was impossible to be turned on by any kind of voyeuristic pleasure due to how exasperatingly gay he was.
Still, he had been shocked that morning to hear that Allison's body was discovered on her bathroom floor in a pool of blood, the telltale gaping wound on her head probably meant that her lousy ex-boyfriend had been over and beating her senseless again, only this time, he'd gone too far. Elijah had heard the yelling and screaming and cussing from their argument last night, but it was so commonplace that he had been annoyed as usual and thought nothing was up. Now he felt pretty awful. And kinda weirded out. The first thought that flew into his head after Mrs. Rundgren across the hall told him the news that morning was that he had slept all night next door to a dead body. Far out.
"Elijah?"
"Hmmn?" Elijah blinked quickly, then looked at Orli, who was looking at him thoughtfully.
"You sure you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm uh, gonna be okay."
"How does a coffee sound?"
"Pretty great, actually."
~
Manny's. Great coffee, sullen waitresses, killer waffles and runny eggs. Elijah wolfed down his breakfast, stopping only when he felt Orli's amused eyes on him. "When was the last time you ate?"
"Lunch, yesterday." Elijah had no idea why he felt guilty.
"Jesus, eat up, man. You must be starving."
Elijah went back to eating, but his eyes remained fixed on Orlando, who shifted in his seat uncomfortably after a while.
"What?" Orlando laughed a little nervously.
Elijah shrugged as he pushed egg remnants around his plate with his fork. "Dunno, was kinda wondering why you're being so nice."
That earned him a huge grin. "What, you prefer that I drag you back to the station and do the whole good-cop-bad-cop stuff with you?"
"Does it involve handcuffs?" Elijah wiggled his eyebrows, only half-kidding, but Orlando shifted again and Elijah could swear that something – intangible, nameless, beyond description - shifted in the air between them.
"Anyway," Orlando cleared his throat, but Elijah could see the tips of his ears were turning red. "You had a rough night. Your neighbour was killed while you were sleeping next door the whole time."
"She is-was a nice girl. Her ex is an asshole." Elijah rubbed his forehead. "Why the hell didn't I call someone? Anyone? The super, the security guard, the cops. Fuck."
"You couldn't have known." Orlando sipped his cup of tea, which must be almost as cold as his half-eaten pancakes by now. "Domestic disturbances are a patrolman's nightmare. At least that's what my colleagues say. I wouldn't know, I'm mostly in the office, but they gripe all the time about how they don't want to get involved with he-said-she-said issues. There's no black and white there, unless some bugger hits his wife."
"Allison was no angel." Suddenly, Elijah put down his fork and squeezed his eyes shut. "What the hell am I even saying?"
"Hey." The warm hand stroking his arm felt nice. Elijah privately wondered if all detectives did this for potential witnesses. "Just because someone's passed away doesn't mean you have to give them a glowing eulogy, you know?"
Elijah looked up, and he knew he was right the first time. Orlando was too nice to be a detective. Not that detectives weren't meant to be nice, but Orlando just didn't fit the bill. "I- it sucks, you know? The way she died. Goddamnit." Elijah exhaled. "That shouldn't happen to anyone."
"And that's why I'm here. To find out the truth." Orlando's eyes flickered up to the passing waitress as he signalled for the check. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know where the ex lives, do you?"
~
By the time Elijah got home, more of Orlando's colleagues had arrived, a few of them meticulously dusting for prints inside Allison's apartment while an older blond man was snapping photographs of the scene of the crime. Orlando greeted him with a nod, briefly introducing Elijah to him.
"What do you have so far, Vig?"
Viggo sighed as he rewinded the roll of film. "It's too clean. Kinda looks like a crime of passion at first, like we all thought, but it ain't so. Someone took real trouble to clean up and remove all prints."
"Fuck," Orlando muttered under his breath. "Picked up the ex yet?"
Viggo grinned, looking to Elijah not quite unlike a shark. "I need the address from you first, Starsky."
"Arse." Orlando smacked him on the bum, and Elijah managed to turn his surprised giggle into a cough. Once Viggo left, Orlando ran a hand through his curls. "My colleague, mentor-type person. Utterly mental. I keep telling him he needs to be locked up with the people we pick up sometimes."
"He's great." The corner of Elijah's mouth lifted in a coy smile. "You're great."
Orlando's eyes met his, and there it was. That something-not-quite-tangible was back again.
"You're just saying that." Orlando was grinning though, and fished a name card from his pocket. "You hear anything, see anyone suspicious...that's the number to call."
Elijah frowned at the card. "This doesn't look like a direct line."
"It's my mobile."
"Oh. Your cell." Elijah tucked the card carefully into the back pocket of his jeans, and when he looked up, the tips of Orlando's ears were bright red again.
"Right, so I should-" Orlando gesticulated vaguely towards the team of officers and detectives milling around outside and next door.
"Yeah, you have to, um, go pick up the guy, and stuff."
"Yeah." Orlando leaned down slightly. "I'll see you real soon, okay?"
"Thanks. For everything." Elijah rubbed his stomach, indicating the breakfast earlier as well.
Orlando smiled a really brilliant, wide smile that made his eyes go crinkly at the sides, and Elijah's stomach flipped. "You're very welcome." He reached out, hesitantly at first, then patted Elijah's stomach fondly.
Elijah's stomach still felt warm long after the door had been closed.
TBC
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looking forward to the rest!
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*is spelling impaired*
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It really makes my day to see a comment from you - thanks so much :)
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Oh, I'm glad you like them! Thanks so much. Don't feel like you have to apologize, or even leave feedback for that matter. It's my pleasure to read good new Orlijah, so really, you made my day. :)
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Petunia? *snickers* That's a new one.
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Thanks so much for the feedback! I appreciate it.
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Er...sorry, it's rather late here & I'm a bit loopy. Calmimg down...
What I meant to say is I like what I've read thus far and I look forward to seeing more of this fic. :D
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Thank you SO much for the feedback and kind words!
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