I Belive this is Heaven to No One Else but Me

*Disclaimer: None of this happened while filming the Lord of the Rings. Unfortunately Viggo and Orlando don't belong to me. It would be nice if they did, but they don't. Please review this story and try not to flame. Thanks.*

A/N => I’ve decided to start every chapter with a flashback. If it starts to get annoying, let me know and I’ll see what I can do. I kind of changed the lyrics in this chapter. Well no not really, just where is says: Lover can’t you see what I got. It’s actually supposed to be: Mother can’t you see what I got. But this story is about Viggo and Orlando and the song just fits them. It’s such a beautiful song too. Besides mother seemed out of place, and lover was just appropriate. Sarah Mclachlan is still awesome though. I shall quit rambling now (sorry).


~Lover can’t you see what I got
to live my life the way I feel is right for me
might not be right for you… but it’s right for me~


*flashback*
“Orlando, give me back my keys now,” Viggo demanded, hoping the expression on his face would intimidate the younger man. He had been chasing his young lover around the living room couch for a good five minutes before he finally decided to throw the towel in and resort to begging. When that didn’t work, he let his stern demeanor set itself in place. Apparently Orlando was unfazed by that as well, judging by the way the young actor continued to make silly faces at him from the other side of the couch. Viggo sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying to come up with a way to get his keys back. “Come on old man, get your precious keys from me,” Orlando taunted, twirling the keys around his finger. “You little wanker,” Viggo growled. Orlando laughed gleefully. “You say wanker funny,” he chuckled. “Ok then, wankuh. Your face is funny,” Viggo muttered. Orlando grasped at his chest and clenched his eyes shut. “Oh that burns Viggo, it burns!” he howled playfully. It was the opportune moment that Viggo was waiting for.

He lurched forward and managed to grab the fisted hand that was holding his keys. Orlando’s eyes flew open in shock and before he could resist, he found himself being yanked face forward onto the soft cushions of the couch. “Ow, you jerk,” Orlando protested into the cushions. Viggo climbed up from the side of the couch and sat gently down on Orlando’s back. “Give me my keys, elf-boy,” Viggo screeched, mirth coloring his demand. “Never you filthy, stinking human,” Orlando hollered. Viggo bounced lightly on Orlando’s back. More of Orlando’s muffled shouts of protests reached his ears. “What was that love?” Viggo asked innocently, cupping a hand around his ear. More muffled protests. Viggo grinned, let the weight off his lover in order for Orlando to flip over on his back. Once he did so, Viggo plopped back down onto Orlando. Viggo’s grin suddenly vanished from his face the moment he felt something stab him in his left butt-cheek. “Y-you’re hard?!” Viggo laughed out incredulously. “Shut up stupid! I can’t help it if your bouncing turns me on,” Orlando whined. “I like it; it’s kind of kinky that I could turn you on this way,” Viggo let his voice drip with sex.

He then leaned down and placed a passionate kiss against Orlando’s lips. Orlando moaned into the kiss, allowing Viggo’s tongue to enter his mouth. For a few moments, the sound of moans and gasps filled the room. “Vig, the bedroom,” Orlando moaned as Viggo rubbed his thigh against Orlando’s erection. Viggo ran his hand up Orlando’s arm towards the hand that still clutched his keys. He easily tore them away from Orlando’s grasp and shook his head. “We can’t, we have to go now,” Viggo whispered against his lips. Orlando pulled his head back and studied his lover with a curious gaze. “Where are we going?” he asked. Viggo grinned down at him. “That my little elf-ling is a surprise,” he chuckled, tapping Orlando’s nose with his forefinger. The smile instantly vanished from both their lips the moment a foul order wafted up to their noses. “Vig,” Orlando groaned, “please tell me you didn’t fart on me,” he pleaded. Viggo smiled sheepishly. “Maybe I did, and maybe I did.”

*end flashback*

~I believe…
I believe this is heaven to no one else but me
and I’ll defend it as long as
I can be left here to linger in silence
if I chose to
would you try to understand it~

When Orlando awoke, everything seemed like a hazy blur. He found it hard to swallow for his throat was dry and constricted. There was an odd beeping noise close to him and he tried to wrap his mind around what it reminded him of. His whole body ached but at the same time it felt kind of numb. At least the lower region of his body did. He blinked a couple of times, trying to get the glare of brightness out of his eyes. He heard muffled voices, but instantly distinguished the soft murmur of his lover.

A loud groan caused everyone’s attention to snap towards the bed. Doctor Stockstill stood up from her chair and strode towards the bed. She checked the I.V fluids and then the life-support machine. When she looked down at her patient, she was shocked to find deep brown eyes staring back up at her. She smiled gently down at him. “Welcome back Mr. Bloom,” she greeted. {{Welcome back?}} Orlando’s mind was reeling with confusion. Fortunately, Doctor Stockstill noticed the confusion swimming behind the black-brown orbs. “That was quite an accident you had, thankfully we were able to stabilize you,” she commented seriously. Orlando’s eyes grew wide. {{The accident!}} Orlando tried to sit up, but all that he did was twitch feebly. The doctor placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Please remain calm Mr. Bloom, all will be answered in time,” she murmured. Orlando tried to clear his throat and found that he couldn’t.

He raised a weak arm and pointed towards his throat. The doctor nodded in understanding and grabbed the pitcher and a cup of water from the nightstand next to his bed. She filled the cup and gently placed the mouth of it to Orland’s lips. Orlando drank down it’s cool contents greedily, breathing heavily through his nose as he did so. When he was done, the doctor pulled the cup away and looked at him expectantly. “Viggo,” Orlando rasped out. “All your friends are here with you Orlando,” the doctor told him, looking over her shoulder towards the anxious group of people. She motioned for them to come forward, and as one the whole group rushed up to the bed. Orlando’s gaze darted from Liv, to Elijah, next towards Billy and Dominic, then Sean, John and Ian were next, then his gaze alighted upon a worried looking Peter, and finally his gaze rested on Viggo and stayed on Viggo. “Please try not to overwhelm Mr. Bloom, he’s still in shock,” Doctor Stockstill advised. She backed away from the bed and sat back down on the chair she was previously sitting on. She watched carefully, making sure her words were heeded.

“Hi everyone,” Orlando croaked out. This caused light laughter to fill the air. “Hey kid,” Sean echoed back. Orlando wasn’t surprised to find Sean by his bedside. Even though the man no longer had a role in The Two Towers or The Return of the King, he and Orlando had developed a strong friendship. It was only natural for the man to come flying down to see if his friend was going to be alright after he heard news of the terrible accident. {{But the kid won’t be alright}} Sean thought to himself bitterly. Orlando chanced another glance at Viggo and was perplexed to find that there were tears shining in his eyes. Once again he tried to sit up, but found that his lower body wasn’t functioning to his brains commands. “Orlando, try not to move,” Viggo’s breath was hitched. Orlando gaze alighted on everyone’s face once again, each of their eyes harbored unshed tears. “Orlando, do you know why you’re here?” Liv questioned, her voice squeaking.

“The accident,” he answered simply. Everyone nodded solemnly. “Orlando, it was such a terrible accident,” Peter piped up. “Do you remember much of it?” he asked. Orlando pursed his lips, thinking hard back from when the accident occurred. He remembered that his horse was acting up, he remembered that Brett was trying to climb up with him but couldn’t, he remembered that his horse bolted and that he had to hold on for dear life, and he remembered seeing Viggo riding up next to him; desperation written all over his face. After that, everything seemed to sift away into darkness. Orlando explained everything he could remember, his gaze once again falling upon Viggo. “Orlando, there’s been a dire complication,” Peter choked out. “What complication?” Orlando asked, cold blood rushing through his veins. He looked at all the cast members, all of whom had their eyes averted. All of them, except for Viggo. “Vig, what was the complication?” Orlando demanded, a little more sternly.

“Orlando,” Viggo breathed out slowly, “you might not be able to walk again. Your horse had tripped over a rock before I could save you in time. The both of you flew through the air, you landed, your horse landed, and he rolled right on top of you. Your lower body was crushed beneath his weight. Both of your hip bones were shattered and a couple of your lower spine vertebrae crushed,” god why did he sound so monotone? He was his lover for fuck’s sake; he could have sounded at least a bit more sympathetic. At Orlando’s expression of denial, he had to turn away and hide his tears. Viggo looked up at the doctor only to find she was watching him with sympathy. She was wrong; he couldn’t make it sound less heart-wrenching than she could. “It’s a lie,” Viggo heard Orlando whimper out. “Mate,” Dominic started. “It’s a fucking lie!” Orlando hollered. Viggo spun around, and watched with horror as his lover tried to rip the I.V out.

Doctor Stockstill flew up from her chair and rushed towards the bed, pushing Billy and Ian out of the way. “It’s a bad dream; I’ll wake up any moment. Come on Blooake ake the fuck up,” Orlando continued to chant hysterically. “Mr. Bloom, please calm yourself,” the doctor pleaded as she grasped Orlando’s arm in order to prevent him from ripping the I.V out. Orlando was breathing heavily now, but he didn’t try to calm himself. “Get the fuck off me,” he growled at the doctor. She gasped as she was shoved brutally back. Ian managed to catch her in time before she toppled to the ground. “I’ll get some nurses,” Sean offered, and ran off to d. “W. “Wake up Bloom, wake the fuck up!” Orlando screamed, his shouts reverberating around the room. Liv burst into tears and she had to hastily leave the room so that her distress would not add to Orlando’s hysterics.

“Orlando, please calm down,” Viggo croaked, rushing to his lover’s side. Orlando reached out towards Viggo and his hands tangled themselves in desperation against his shirt. “Wake me up Viggo,” he begged pitifully. Viggo didn’t deny that he wanted this to be some horrific dream as well. He wished that he could just wake up and find Orlando in his arms, sleeping contentedly and paralysis free. But it wasn’t a dream, it was all real. Reality had swooped down and slapped him hard in the face and wafted away again; leering down at him with a cold expression. “Orlando, you are awake,” Viggo whispered, sniffling gently. “You’re wrong, you’re fucking lying. Get away from me, you liar! You fucking liar!” Orlando screamed at his face. Viggo gasped. Orlando’s harsh words struck deep in his heart. Although he knew that Orlando was screaming such obscenities out of fury and denial, they still hurt.

Sean came rushing back in with a couple of nurses. One, Viggo had noticed, was holding a syringe filled with a blue-ish liquid in her hand. Doctor Stockstill had come forward and was once again by Orlando’s side. She grabbed both of his wrists and held them high above his head in a surprisingly strong grip. Orlando squirmed, but in his weak state he could not over-power her. The nurse with the syringe came forward and cautiously placed the needle against Orlando’s arm. “No! No, please don’t do this,” Orlando cried out, struggling frantically. The nurse held Orlando’s arm steady and applied pressure to the skin. Orlando burst into tears the moment he his his skin being penetrated by the sharp needle. Viggo watched, with furrowed brows as some of the blue liquid was slowly emptied into Orlando’s system. “What was that?” Billy asked softly.

“A sedative,” Doctor Stockstill explained, “enough to calm him down, not strong enough to knock him out,” she added, panting slightly. “Wake me up, someone wake me up,” Orlando whimpered, calming down gradually. Everyone in the room let loose the breath they were holding. “You all should leave, Mr. Bloom needs some time alone,” Doctor Stockstill advised. She placed a comforting hand on the small of Viggo’s back. “You all can come back in a couple of hours,” she told them as she held the door open for all of them to exit through. Viggo glanced over his shoulder one more time at his lover before leaving the room. Doctor Stockstill closed the door after he left and let out a shaky breath.

She glanced down at her wrist watch and then at Orlando. He was staring at the wall listlessly and sniffling. She sighed and plopped down onto the chair that she had been sitting on tiredly. It was going to be a long couple of hours. But she knew that once the sedatives had fully worn off, Orlando would need someone to talk to that knew more about his condition. She had done it before, she could do it again.

~I would like to linger here in silence
if I choose to
would you understand it
would you to uno understand…~


Finis! Whoo chapter three done. Yeah Orlando seems kinda kooky, but you would go into hysterics too if you woke up and was told that you may never be able to walk again. The song is done as well, I’ll find another one to go with the future chapters though. Once again, a big thanks to Rutaari for reviewing! Muahz!

A/N => I did three updates today, so I’m going to take a little break. I dunno, it might add more tomorrow.. maybe if I can figure out what else to add to this plot.