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Title Still the One (Formerly called by this crapshit title: "the Road Goes Ever On...And Never in a New Direction". PS: say "New Direction" 10 times fast. *wicked grin*)

Author: liatli1228

Rating: So far still PG-13. Will get better. (Read: smuttier) That's a promise. *wink*

Disclaimer: not mine, blah blah blah...

Summary: just read. I dont wanna summarize. it'll give it all away. I'll just say this: I used to be a sucker for happy endings. still am. but i love a good sad!fic. So...with that in mind: Will Viggo come back?

Chapter one

A/N: Don't want to delete this post, so I'll just say that I won't be posting updates here because, as someone pointed out, this does not focus on Monaboyd. So you'll have to get updates at my place: liatli1228 , or at vigorleancult or viggorli. Cheers.


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{When I first saw you, I saw love.
And the first time you touched me, I felt love.
And after all this time, you’re still the one I love.}

Looks like we made it
Look how far we’ve come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we’d get there someday

They said, “I’ll bet they’ll never make it”
But just look at us holding on
We’re still together still going strong

(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one I run to
The one I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night

Ain’t nothin’ better
We beat the odds together
I’m glad we didn’t listen
Look at what we would be missin’

They said, “I’ll bet they’ll never make it”
But just look at what’s going on
We’re still together still going strong

(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one I run to
The one I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night

(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one I run to
The one I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
(You’re still the one)
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night

I’m so glad we made it
Look how far we’ve come my baby…

-"Still the One" by Shania Twain

~*~

Orlando woke up with no hangover, only intense shooting pains in his back as he uncurled from his sleeping position.

To his chagrin, as he was trying to sit as still as possible, the doorbell rang.

Face pale and eyes dark with pain, Orlando limped to the door, pulling it open and leaning on it for support.

Elijah was standing there, grin wide, eyes bright, bouncing on his toes. His grin immediately faded and he stepped forward, a hand raised to Orlando’s arm, eyes now wide with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

Orlando shook his head.

“Just back pain. Come in.”

Elijah stepped inside, following Orlando to the bathroom so he could grab a few painkillers. Orlando explained,

“Slept funny.”

Elijah nodded, then, completely at home, went to make coffee. He called back,

“How was last night?”

Orlando shrugged, entering the kitchen,

“Alright. Billy and Dom got shitfaced as usual. And went home to shag drunkenly.”

Elijah laughed,

“What else is new.”

Orlando said bluntly,

“Viggo left.”

Neither of them made a sound and the soft whirring of the coffee machine was magnified, like an echo, in the otherwise silent room. The spoon Elijah had been holding clattered to the countertop and he turned around slowly.

“What?”

Orlando nodded.

“He said he was leaving to film and he wasn’t returning.” Orlando frowned as his throat felt tight and he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes. “He took his things.”

Elijah pulled Orlando over to the table and they sat down.

“Why?”

Orlando looked down at his hands.

“Because I wouldn’t let him move in. and I won’t tell Kate about him.”

“Kate knows Viggo, Orli.”

“She knows him, yes. But she doesn’t know about *me* and him.”

Elijah was silent, then,

“…Oh.”

“So…he got fed up. And he left.”

Elijah shook his head and said angrily,

“Fucking *moron*”

Orlando’s head snapped up, his eyes were shiny with tears. He said, gaping, hands twisting nervously,

“What? I---“

“I’m calling him. I can’t *believe* him!”

Elijah pulled out his cell phone, punching in a speed-dial number. Before he pressed send, Orlando grabbed the phone out of his hands, holding it away.

“Lija, no! Just leave him be.”

Elijah shook his head.

“He loves you Orli. He won’t stay away.”

“I don’t know, Lijah, “ Orlando said unsteadily. “If he loved me, why would he leave in the first place?”

“He has to film, Orli.”

Okay, but why would he say those things?” His voice dropped to a tremulous whisper. “You didn’t hear the things he said.”

Elijah reached out and held onto Orli’s hand.

“He’s just upset, Orli. Annoyed with hiding it for so long.”

Orlando sighed, head hanging so low his chin touched his chest. He stared at their linked hands, Elijah’s so small and pale against his tanned, veined ones.

“I can’t tell her, Lij. I love him and I want to be with him, but you have to understand. It’s Kate. I don’t want to hurt her, y’know? She’s just so…” He spread the fingers of his free hand and shook it, his eyes wide. “She’s like you, really. You can’t bring her down. And…she loved me. Or so she says…”

Elijah scooted his chair closer.

“Give him a few days. He’ll call. Hey…you did.”

Orlando looked up, eyes swimming again.

“He’s nothing like me, though. It’s why we fit so well.”

TBC...



I couldn't go any farther tonight. the chapter will just have to end like this. crappily. because I was anxious to post some more. I need a beta. anyone volunteering?