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With The Band LotRPS AU (3/?)
Title: With The Band (3/?)
Author: Jenna [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jettabug]
Pairing: None as such. At least, none yet.
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at AU.
Summary: "I told you there was no going back." Elijah on tour.
Cross posted:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fellow_shippers
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With The Band: 3
by Jenna
“I told you there was no going back.”
Elijah looked up from his laptop at Liv who sank down in the chair next to him on the plane.
She took a sip from the plastic cup she held in her hand.
“What do you mean?” Elijah asked, closing the lid on his computer, setting his eyes on Liv’s face.
“Nothing,” she said flippantly. “Just that this is it…whether you like it or not…you’re one of us.” She leaned over and kissed Elijah’s cheek before getting up and making her way back down the aisle.
Elijah shook his head and opened up his computer again, and re-read what he’d wrote.
There is something about this band that I like.
No, there is something about this band I love. I’ve known them for what, two weeks, and for some reason, it feels like I’ve known them for two years.
Elijah looked up as someone else sat down beside him, and he looked up at Liv again.
Her dark eyes searched his, and every so often, she’d take a sip from her cup. “You have amazing eyes.”
“Thank you,” Elijah said with a tight smile, confused as to why she was there.
“Like…deeply amazing.” She paused and sat up a little straighter. “I can see your soul.”
“What?” Elijah demanded and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Your soul. There are only some people that have such expressive eyes. That I’ve met, anyway. Orlando’s one of them. He has the most incredible eyes. And you, your eyes are just…hypnotic.” She punctuated her statement by setting down her cup and placing her hands on either side of his head.
“Hypnotic?” Elijah echoed.
“Very,” Liv confirmed, her eyes flicking over his face. “And of course, some people have eyes that I can barely read. Like Dom’s. I look at him and can never see what he’s thinking.”
“How so?”
Liv ran her thumbs over Elijah’s cheeks. “Don’t know. His eyes are just always…grey. They’re just eyes. But yours…are windows.”
Elijah frowned. “How do you know so much about eyes?”
Liv dropped her hands from his face. “I don’t. I just like to look at them.”
Elijah shifted in his seat as Liv reclaimed her cup. “So why is Dom quiet all the time?”
She shrugged. “It takes him a while to open up, sometimes. And I suppose, all the stuff that’s going on with Orlando has made him retreat a bit more.”
“What stuff?”
“Didn’t Billy tell you?”
Elijah shrugged. “He just told me they used to be together.”
Liv nodded. “Then it kinda fell apart. It was a mess from the beginning, really. Everyone knew it couldn’t work between them.”
“So now they’re not together?”
“Don’t know,” Liv admitted. “They’re not together in front of anyone anymore. Who knows about behind closed doors.”
“Oh,” Elijah responded, trying not to sound disappointed.
“Why so interested?” Liv queried. “You interested in Orlando?”
A blush rose up in Elijah’s cheeks. “No,” he answered quickly. “Why?”
Liv smiled. “Your eyes betray you, Elijah,” she said before getting up and sashaying down the aisle towards Viggo.
**
“Ok,” Peter called, gathering the attention from his band and its followers. “We have room keys here,” he said, waving them around. “And itineraries. Check the list for your room number.”
Orlando yawned. “Phoenix, Arizona…day one.” He moved forward and snagged a piece of paper with the show times and dates on it, and then collected his room key from Peter.
Elijah watched as he paused in front of Dom, who already clutched his room key. They exchanged words and Dom moved off in a huff.
Orlando lifted his head and exhaled and spotted Elijah. “Come on man,” he called, waving him over.
Elijah grabbed his key from Peter and followed Orlando to the elevators.
“What room you got?” he asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly as they climbed aboard.
“82,” Elijah responded, hitting the 8th floor. “You?”
“84,” Orlando replied tiredly, leaning up against the back wall of the lift, closing his eyes momentarily.
Elijah shifted nervously, the tension hung thick in the air. He opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it again.
The elevator dinged as it stopped at the 8th floor.
“You wanna come in for a drink?” Orlando asked as they made their way down the hallway.
“Sure,” Elijah responded, hiking his duffel bag up on his back.
“Dump your shit and come on over,” Orlando instructed, unlocking his room.
Elijah unlocked his door and pushed his way into the one bedroom apartment. He flicked the lights on and threw his bags on his bed. He checked his reflection, counted to sixty, and then left the room, making his way across the hall.
As Elijah stood in front of the closed door to room 84, he counted to twenty, exhaled deeply, and knocked lightly on the wood.
“Come in!” Orlando called from the other side of the door, and Elijah entered.
Orlando stood in the middle of the room, clad in just his jeans, trying to press two pieces of black plastic together.
“Hey,” Elijah greeted.
“Hey man,” Orlando responded, not looking up.
Elijah stood in the doorway nervously, wondering what he should do.
“Come in,” Orlando invited, finally looking up. He held out the two pieces of plastic. “I dropped the TV remote.”
Elijah moved into the apartment that mirrored his own. “How did you do that?” he asked, lowering himself to the floor at the end of Orlando’s bed.
“Dropped it.”
“Oh.”
Orlando discarded the broken device on the bed and moved to the mini bar and opened it. “Scotch?” he offered.
“Sure,” Elijah accepted, and caught the mini bottle once Orlando threw it to him.
Orlando threw his cap on the counter and sank down onto the floor opposite Elijah, rubbing his eyes.
“Can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“What’s with you and Dom? I mean, I saw you two in the lobby. He looked pissed.”
Orlando tipped the little bottle to his lips while he thought of an answer. He moved it away from his mouth and sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“So simplify it.”
Orlando sighed again and pressed his fingers to his temples. “Dom and I got together for a few months a while ago.”
Elijah nodded.
“It was stupid, really stupid, we both knew how dumb it was, but we did it anyway.” Orlando paused. “I guess I came to my senses before he did, and he got shitty with me when I wanted to end it.”
“And he’s still mad about it?”
“Not exactly,” Orlando explained. “He’s still a little burned by it, so now whatever I do to piss him off, he makes it ten times worse than what it is.”
“Does he still want to be with you?”
Orlando shrugged. “Don’t know. And I don’t want to know. It’s in the past.”
Elijah nodded, relieved. “What about Billy? Does he have anyone?”
“Yeah. His girlfriend, Ali.” Orlando wrinkled his nose up.
“Doesn’t sound like she’s all that popular.”
Orlando smiled slightly. “Not really. She’s just a very in-your-face type of person.”
“Is that why she’s not on tour?”
“Yeah,” Orlando nodded. “Billy didn’t want to bring her anyway. She’s full on.”
Elijah drained his tiny bottle of Scotch. “I haven’t properly thanked you for inviting me on tour,” he said softly, his fingers toying with the lid.
Orlando smiled. “No thanks needed. You’re cool.”
**
“What do you think of Elijah?”
Liv smiled. “I like him.”
Viggo nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“Why?”
Viggo shrugged and moved quietly through the hotel room, making sure Henry, who was asleep, was warm enough. “Just curious.”
Liv nodded and smoothed down her silken nightgown. “You do realise he’s into Orlando, right?”
“You noticed too, huh?” Viggo asked, a smile on his lips.
“It’s not that hard to miss,” Liv responded.
“I knew when Dom got pissy on the plane that it had something to do with Orlando.”
“When Dom gets pissy, it always has something to do with Orlando.”
Viggo pealed back the sheets on his side of the twin bed Liv was already tucked into. “I wish Dom would get over it already.”
Liv smiled. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.”
Viggo groaned and slipped into bed. “It makes life a whole lot harder. Why is Dom so bloody affected, anyway?”
Liv set a gaze on her lover and raised an eyebrow. “Why Viggo, he’s still in love with Orlando.”
**
Elijah yawned and rubbed at his eyes behind his glasses. He sat up in his bed, reading the itinerary for the next few months.
21 May: Civic Plaza, Phoenix, Arizona
25 May: Entertainment Centre, Waco, Texas
28 May: Concert Ground, Topeka, Kansas
1 June: Entertainment Arena, Cleveland, Tennessee
3 June: Peace Centre, Greenville, South Carolina
10 June: Plaza Centre, Chicago, Illinois
13 June: Convention Centre, Dayton, Ohio
16 June: Hilltop Arena, Detroit, Michigan
20 June: Theatre Arena, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
25 June: Entertainment Facilities, Yellowstone, Wyoming
30 June: Caesar’s Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada
20 July: Hollywood Bowl, Hollywood, California
He looked at the time on the clock beside him. Nearly 3:00am. They’d flown in at 12, and Elijah had spent an hour in Orlando’s room, and for the past hour and a bit, studying the program, and typing furiously on his lap top about his experiences so far.
It had been his Editor’s idea at Stellar Magazine to keep a diary of his trip with the band. She’d said that there could be a story in it. Elijah hadn’t mentioned the story to the guys.
He yawned and pulled his glasses off, abandoning the program and his laptop on the floor.
Elijah knew he had to get some sleep before his wake up call at 8 in the morning. A good hour before the band had to be at sound check for the night’s first show.
He reached over and clicked off the lamp, and allowed himself to fall into a blissful sleep, visions of lead singers filling his head.
Author: Jenna [
jettabug]Pairing: None as such. At least, none yet.
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Feedback: It's my drug of choice!
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at AU.
Summary: "I told you there was no going back." Elijah on tour.
Cross posted:
fellow_shippers1. | 2.
by Jenna
“I told you there was no going back.”
Elijah looked up from his laptop at Liv who sank down in the chair next to him on the plane.
She took a sip from the plastic cup she held in her hand.
“What do you mean?” Elijah asked, closing the lid on his computer, setting his eyes on Liv’s face.
“Nothing,” she said flippantly. “Just that this is it…whether you like it or not…you’re one of us.” She leaned over and kissed Elijah’s cheek before getting up and making her way back down the aisle.
Elijah shook his head and opened up his computer again, and re-read what he’d wrote.
There is something about this band that I like.
No, there is something about this band I love. I’ve known them for what, two weeks, and for some reason, it feels like I’ve known them for two years.
Elijah looked up as someone else sat down beside him, and he looked up at Liv again.
Her dark eyes searched his, and every so often, she’d take a sip from her cup. “You have amazing eyes.”
“Thank you,” Elijah said with a tight smile, confused as to why she was there.
“Like…deeply amazing.” She paused and sat up a little straighter. “I can see your soul.”
“What?” Elijah demanded and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“Your soul. There are only some people that have such expressive eyes. That I’ve met, anyway. Orlando’s one of them. He has the most incredible eyes. And you, your eyes are just…hypnotic.” She punctuated her statement by setting down her cup and placing her hands on either side of his head.
“Hypnotic?” Elijah echoed.
“Very,” Liv confirmed, her eyes flicking over his face. “And of course, some people have eyes that I can barely read. Like Dom’s. I look at him and can never see what he’s thinking.”
“How so?”
Liv ran her thumbs over Elijah’s cheeks. “Don’t know. His eyes are just always…grey. They’re just eyes. But yours…are windows.”
Elijah frowned. “How do you know so much about eyes?”
Liv dropped her hands from his face. “I don’t. I just like to look at them.”
Elijah shifted in his seat as Liv reclaimed her cup. “So why is Dom quiet all the time?”
She shrugged. “It takes him a while to open up, sometimes. And I suppose, all the stuff that’s going on with Orlando has made him retreat a bit more.”
“What stuff?”
“Didn’t Billy tell you?”
Elijah shrugged. “He just told me they used to be together.”
Liv nodded. “Then it kinda fell apart. It was a mess from the beginning, really. Everyone knew it couldn’t work between them.”
“So now they’re not together?”
“Don’t know,” Liv admitted. “They’re not together in front of anyone anymore. Who knows about behind closed doors.”
“Oh,” Elijah responded, trying not to sound disappointed.
“Why so interested?” Liv queried. “You interested in Orlando?”
A blush rose up in Elijah’s cheeks. “No,” he answered quickly. “Why?”
Liv smiled. “Your eyes betray you, Elijah,” she said before getting up and sashaying down the aisle towards Viggo.
**
“Ok,” Peter called, gathering the attention from his band and its followers. “We have room keys here,” he said, waving them around. “And itineraries. Check the list for your room number.”
Orlando yawned. “Phoenix, Arizona…day one.” He moved forward and snagged a piece of paper with the show times and dates on it, and then collected his room key from Peter.
Elijah watched as he paused in front of Dom, who already clutched his room key. They exchanged words and Dom moved off in a huff.
Orlando lifted his head and exhaled and spotted Elijah. “Come on man,” he called, waving him over.
Elijah grabbed his key from Peter and followed Orlando to the elevators.
“What room you got?” he asked, rubbing his eyes tiredly as they climbed aboard.
“82,” Elijah responded, hitting the 8th floor. “You?”
“84,” Orlando replied tiredly, leaning up against the back wall of the lift, closing his eyes momentarily.
Elijah shifted nervously, the tension hung thick in the air. He opened his mouth to say something, but just closed it again.
The elevator dinged as it stopped at the 8th floor.
“You wanna come in for a drink?” Orlando asked as they made their way down the hallway.
“Sure,” Elijah responded, hiking his duffel bag up on his back.
“Dump your shit and come on over,” Orlando instructed, unlocking his room.
Elijah unlocked his door and pushed his way into the one bedroom apartment. He flicked the lights on and threw his bags on his bed. He checked his reflection, counted to sixty, and then left the room, making his way across the hall.
As Elijah stood in front of the closed door to room 84, he counted to twenty, exhaled deeply, and knocked lightly on the wood.
“Come in!” Orlando called from the other side of the door, and Elijah entered.
Orlando stood in the middle of the room, clad in just his jeans, trying to press two pieces of black plastic together.
“Hey,” Elijah greeted.
“Hey man,” Orlando responded, not looking up.
Elijah stood in the doorway nervously, wondering what he should do.
“Come in,” Orlando invited, finally looking up. He held out the two pieces of plastic. “I dropped the TV remote.”
Elijah moved into the apartment that mirrored his own. “How did you do that?” he asked, lowering himself to the floor at the end of Orlando’s bed.
“Dropped it.”
“Oh.”
Orlando discarded the broken device on the bed and moved to the mini bar and opened it. “Scotch?” he offered.
“Sure,” Elijah accepted, and caught the mini bottle once Orlando threw it to him.
Orlando threw his cap on the counter and sank down onto the floor opposite Elijah, rubbing his eyes.
“Can I ask something?”
“Sure.”
“What’s with you and Dom? I mean, I saw you two in the lobby. He looked pissed.”
Orlando tipped the little bottle to his lips while he thought of an answer. He moved it away from his mouth and sighed. “It’s complicated.”
“So simplify it.”
Orlando sighed again and pressed his fingers to his temples. “Dom and I got together for a few months a while ago.”
Elijah nodded.
“It was stupid, really stupid, we both knew how dumb it was, but we did it anyway.” Orlando paused. “I guess I came to my senses before he did, and he got shitty with me when I wanted to end it.”
“And he’s still mad about it?”
“Not exactly,” Orlando explained. “He’s still a little burned by it, so now whatever I do to piss him off, he makes it ten times worse than what it is.”
“Does he still want to be with you?”
Orlando shrugged. “Don’t know. And I don’t want to know. It’s in the past.”
Elijah nodded, relieved. “What about Billy? Does he have anyone?”
“Yeah. His girlfriend, Ali.” Orlando wrinkled his nose up.
“Doesn’t sound like she’s all that popular.”
Orlando smiled slightly. “Not really. She’s just a very in-your-face type of person.”
“Is that why she’s not on tour?”
“Yeah,” Orlando nodded. “Billy didn’t want to bring her anyway. She’s full on.”
Elijah drained his tiny bottle of Scotch. “I haven’t properly thanked you for inviting me on tour,” he said softly, his fingers toying with the lid.
Orlando smiled. “No thanks needed. You’re cool.”
**
“What do you think of Elijah?”
Liv smiled. “I like him.”
Viggo nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“Why?”
Viggo shrugged and moved quietly through the hotel room, making sure Henry, who was asleep, was warm enough. “Just curious.”
Liv nodded and smoothed down her silken nightgown. “You do realise he’s into Orlando, right?”
“You noticed too, huh?” Viggo asked, a smile on his lips.
“It’s not that hard to miss,” Liv responded.
“I knew when Dom got pissy on the plane that it had something to do with Orlando.”
“When Dom gets pissy, it always has something to do with Orlando.”
Viggo pealed back the sheets on his side of the twin bed Liv was already tucked into. “I wish Dom would get over it already.”
Liv smiled. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.”
Viggo groaned and slipped into bed. “It makes life a whole lot harder. Why is Dom so bloody affected, anyway?”
Liv set a gaze on her lover and raised an eyebrow. “Why Viggo, he’s still in love with Orlando.”
**
Elijah yawned and rubbed at his eyes behind his glasses. He sat up in his bed, reading the itinerary for the next few months.
21 May: Civic Plaza, Phoenix, Arizona
25 May: Entertainment Centre, Waco, Texas
28 May: Concert Ground, Topeka, Kansas
1 June: Entertainment Arena, Cleveland, Tennessee
3 June: Peace Centre, Greenville, South Carolina
10 June: Plaza Centre, Chicago, Illinois
13 June: Convention Centre, Dayton, Ohio
16 June: Hilltop Arena, Detroit, Michigan
20 June: Theatre Arena, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
25 June: Entertainment Facilities, Yellowstone, Wyoming
30 June: Caesar’s Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada
20 July: Hollywood Bowl, Hollywood, California
He looked at the time on the clock beside him. Nearly 3:00am. They’d flown in at 12, and Elijah had spent an hour in Orlando’s room, and for the past hour and a bit, studying the program, and typing furiously on his lap top about his experiences so far.
It had been his Editor’s idea at Stellar Magazine to keep a diary of his trip with the band. She’d said that there could be a story in it. Elijah hadn’t mentioned the story to the guys.
He yawned and pulled his glasses off, abandoning the program and his laptop on the floor.
Elijah knew he had to get some sleep before his wake up call at 8 in the morning. A good hour before the band had to be at sound check for the night’s first show.
He reached over and clicked off the lamp, and allowed himself to fall into a blissful sleep, visions of lead singers filling his head.