Out of the Darkness...Light (16/?)

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TITLE: Out of the Darkness...Light (16/?)
AUTHOR: DS

E-MAIL: lotr58@bellsouth.net
RATING: R--Violence, Angst
PAIRING: Orli/Viggo
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these guys (though I wish I did). No money is being
made from this endeavor and no disrespect is intended. It's all for fun!
And thanks so much to those of you looking it over for me:) Your time and
comments are much appreciated.
FEEDBACK: Yes, but be kind, gulp:)
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just let me know. Thanks.

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“What…what do you mean ‘stay away from him’,” Viggo asked, almost in a panic. 

            “Just what I said, Mr. Mortensen. I don’t want you near my son. Because of you and your meddling…” she stopped for a moment, and Viggo watched as she visibly tried to calm herself. She tried again. “Because of your…*conversation*  with my son, I’ve been informed that he is now being moved—to the psychiatric ward!”

            Viggo just looked at her, dumbfounded.

            “The psychiatric ward! My son doesn’t belong up there! There’s nothing wrong with him that a little time won’t mend. Time and family. And now, thanks to you, that option has been eliminated!”

            Viggo was so astounded by the woman’s accusations and change in demeanor that he barely registered Samantha pulling on her mother’s arm, a pleading expression on her face. Or the words, barely heard.

            “Mum, no. Please, no. This isn’t right.”

            But Sonia Bloom was having none of it. It was obvious that her mind was made up. She needed someone to blame and Viggo was chosen.

            Reaching out in an attempt to pacify, and perhaps console, the Dane tried one last time.

            “Mrs. Bloom. Please, listen to reason…” He never got to finish his sentence and realized he’d said the wrong thing as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

            The woman whirled on him, hate on her face and venom in her voice. 

            “Don’t even talk to me. I don’t want you anywhere near this hospital—or my son. Go away!”

            Time stood still and Viggo realized he couldn’t breathe. He also realized someone else was talking—Sean. The Dane stood in a daze, barely registering the fact that his friend had taken up the battle.

            “Now Mrs. Bloom, listen to reason, please. Why are you blaming Viggo? He’s done nothing. He has Orlando’s best interests at heart—as do we all.”

            Dimly, Viggo grasped the fact that Sean had gotten farther than he had; he had not yet been cut off by the irate woman before them. He listened from a deepening fog as Samantha jumped into the mix.

            “Mum, he’s right.   Viggo was only trying to help. He doesn’t want to hurt Orli.”

            Sonia Bloom rounded on her daughter, her anger still evident.

            “Well, he has hurt him, hasn’t he?”

            Nobody said a word as she fixed her gaze on each of them, one at a time. Out of the corner of his eye, Viggo saw Samantha wilt visibly, dropping her eyes to the floor, shoulders sagging in defeat.   He, however, refused to be cowed and raised his gaze to meet hers head on when it was his turn to be scrutinized. Beanie also stood tall and firm. Realizing that neither man was willing to admit defeat easily, Sonia drew herself up for one last barrage.

            “The fact of the matter is that my son would not be moving to the psychiatric ward had you not meddled where you don’t belong. Stay out of our business, Mr. Mortensen.   You too, Mr. Bean. As a matter of fact, I don’t want any of you lot from that…that *movie* near my son. Stay away, all of you!

            Turning on her heel, she exited the room, Samantha following behind her reluctantly. Just before she disappeared from view, the girl glanced back over her shoulder at the two men, a look of apology in her eyes. And then they were gone, leaving two stunned men behind them.

            Determined not to let it end like this, Viggo was three steps into following them when he felt a hand grasp his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Whirling to face his friend, Viggo was met with a compassionate gaze tempered with British determination. 

            "Sean, I..."

            "Come on, Viggo. Let's go."

            Looking at his friend in disbelief, Viggo shook his head, indicating his reluctance to leave. He felt Beanie's grasp lessen and finally let go, indicating his friend's trust in him not to follow the two women.

            "No, Sean. I can't. I have to do something...to make this right."

            "No, Viggo. You've done nothing wrong. You know that, or at least you should."

            "But, Sean, if I hadn't talked to Orli, reminded him of what happened to him..."

            "It might not have made any difference," the Brit concluded for him.

            "He was all right before I spoke with him, before I brought up all those bad memories."

            Beanie shook his head, a look of sorrow on his face.

            "No, Viggo. He wasn't all right. He was far from all right."

            "But, Sean..."

            "Viggo! You heard what the doctor said the day Orli was brought in. She pretty much verified the fact that something happened to that boy. And his sister just backed up the fact that something happened--something bad. Your putting it into words doesn't change the fact that he went through something horrible, something terrible."

            Seeing his friend shaking his head in denial, Sean reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

            "It's okay, Viggo. It's going to be all right."

            "What if he didn't remember, and I made it all come back to him by bringing it up? Maybe she's right."

            Sean nodded.

            "Maybe she is. But maybe she isn't. Either way, something very traumatic happened to him and he needs to deal with it."

            Viggo found himself deflating. He realized that Sean was right and that Orlando’s mother needed time to calm down—time to think. And then, hopefully, she’d see reason. Nodding slowly, he looked at his companion and gave him a lopsided smile. 

            “Come on. Let’s go get some tea.”

            A cocky grin answered him, as Sean responded, clapping him on the back.

            “Well, that’s the best offer I’ve had all day. Come on. Let’s go draw up our ‘battle plan.’

            Feeling strangely comforted, Viggo allowed his smile to widen. Maybe everything was going to be okay after all.

           

 

 

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