Solo performance

Beanie gets attacked by dangerous fangirls, Dom wears a kilt, Karl behaves in a fashion Harry thinks is unfitting and Dave is depressed - a birthday party with our favourite cast members and their kids I would’ve liked to be at. Too bad I wasn’t invited...


Disclaimer: It’s not true! I played a little with the kids’ ages. I thought it would fit better if at least some of them were of the same age.

Notes: Didn’t I say I wouldn’t find the time to write? Well, I’m lazy and so I didn’t start learning for my exams yet...I will tomorrow though. The first one is next week. Wish me luck!!!!! Um...a little review would certainly make me feel less nervous... That didn’t count as begging, did it? ;)


The kids’ party

A little earlier on Eliza Jane’s birthday:

“What the fuck do you gift a 5-year-old girl?” Viggo mumbled perhaps for the tenth time as he walked with Beanie through the rows and rows of fluffy animals at the toy shop.

Beanie smirked. “One should think you would come up with an idea. I mean, you are a parent! What did Henry like to play with when he was 5?” he finally asked.

Viggo shruged his shoulders, frowning when he picked up a fluffy eagle, snorting when he handed it to Beanie. “That one reminds me of you...” he grinned. “Nose,” he added when Beanie stared at him dumbfoundedly and started walking again before Beanie could reply in any way.

“Vig!” Beanie exclaimed and started runing after Viggo who had just left the store.

“All these toys are so stupid!” Viggo explained and headed for another little shop, picking up some items and again running off to pay. “Children need something creative!” Viggo said and showed Beanie the watercolors, the pencils and the paper he had bought for Dave’s daughter. “What will you give her?” Viggo asked Beanie.

“A book with fairytales,” Beanie replied. “Dave once mentioned she liked to have them read to her in the evenings...” He looked at his watch. “Fuck...I still have to pick up the girls and Abi...” he sighed and was just about to walk into the direction of his car when suddenly Viggo’s eyes went wide with shock.

“No!” Viggo grasped Beanie’s arm and pulled him back, pinning the other man to the wall behind him and put his hand over Beanie’s mouth to silence him.

Angrily Beanie ripped Viggo’s hand from his face. “What the fuck?!” he hissed. “I really have no time for your jokes now!”

“Ssssht!” Viggo put his index-finger onto his lips, pointing at a small group of women on the other side of the road with his free hand. “Bean-stalkers!” he whispered.

Sean’s eyes widened in horror at the sight of the fangirls who had been stalking him ever since he came to New Zealand. “Oh my god!” he whisperd in a high-pitched voice, hiding behind Viggo’s back. “What can we do?” he continued, his voice sounding shriller and shriller with every word. “They are gonna eat me alive!”

“Let me think...” Viggo whispered back, shielding Beanie from the fangirls’ eyes with his body. “Listen, I have an idea...”

~*~

“You are trying to kill me...” Billy gasped when he entered the bathroom and saw Dom standing in front of the mirror, spiking his hair up slightly. Billy slumped down on the edge of the bathtub, still unable to take his eyes from Dom. “Jesus...” he breathed. “Had I known how well a kilt suits you I would’ve made you wear one earlier...”

Dom turned around to face his boyfriend with a big grin on his face, his grey eyes framed with black eyeliner twinkling. “So you like it?”

“It makes me want to throw you down and shag you rotten,” Billy growled, pulling Dom’s body closer. “Love, we’re going to Dave’s daughter’s birthday party!”

“Yeah,” Dom grinned like a wolf. “But remember the party afterwards at Dave’s...” He lowered his voice to a purr when Billy’s hands slid down his thighs to examine the soft skin underneath the kilt. “You are free to ravish me then...when all the kids are gone...” Dom drew in breath sharply when Billy’s hands started to travel up higher and pulled back with a soft moan. “No touching the goods,” he scolded Billy who looked up at him with a pout. “We don’t have time for that. I still have to paint my nails,” Dom explained, showing Billy his spread long fingers.

“You’ll be my death one day!” Billy complained, changing into a fresh pair of jeans and a button-down shirt.

Dom cocked his eyebrows smugly. “Would you please help me with my boots?” he asked Billy, gesturing at his freshly painted nails and placed a foot on Billy’s lap who helped him put on the boots. “Thanks, love.” Dom kissed Billy softly.

“Ready?” Billy sighed and stood up.

Dom nodded and took Billy’s hand firmly into his. “Let’s go then...”

~*~

“Happy birthday!”

Eliza Jane squealed with delight when she opened the door and the HobbitsandOrli were standing in front of it, showering her with presents and congratulations. With gleaming eyes she unpacked each present and showed good manners by thanking very politely. Then she took SeanA’s daughter Ally by her hand and went to show her presents to her other guests, Beanie’s youngest daughter Evie and Karl’s son Hunter. Beanie’s other daughters Lorna and Molly were sitting in another corner of the room with Henry Mortensen, chatting quietly as they felt too old to participate in children’s games.

“Where’s your dad?” Dom asked Eliza, holding a six-pack of beer in his hands he had brought for the evening.

“In the kitchen with mum,” Eliza replied, barely turning away from her new presents.

Dom smiled and headed towards the kitchen, greeting Natalie, Hunter’s mother, and Abigail, Beanie’s ex-wife, on his way. He could hear the raised voices coming from the kitchen without having to open the door that lead to the kitchen.

“...I’ll finish shooting in five days! Name me one reason why Eliza can’t stay with me after that!” Dom could hear Dave scream.

“I already told you!” Kate screamed back. “Eliza needs a stable home and now at the very moment you’re proving that she can’t find that with you! You can’t even talk normally about...”

Sadly Dom shook his head and started to walk back into the living room. Dave seemed to have a really bad problem there...

~*~


“Jesus, Karl! Can’t you just put these shoes off?” Harry growled after catching Karl who had stumbled over his own feet again. After Dave had reappeared from the kitchen, the three clowns had spent most of the afternoon entertaining the kids and of course the adults, too, with silly jokes and tricks. Actually, everybody had been laughing more at their costumes than at their jokes, but who cared... Harry certainly didn’t. “I won’t help you if you should break your leg,” he threatened. “I’ll just let you lie there on the cold floor.”

“Alright, mum,” Karl sighed and started unlacing his shoes. “But don’t think I did it for you! It was pure selfishness! Don’t wanna end up dying of hypothermia, cause nobody’s there to warm me...” He ripped off the wig as it was getting really hot under the polyester hair. Suddenly a warm smile lit Karl’s face when he saw Hunter standing on the other side of the room, trying in vain to figure out how to use the Hula-Hoop. “Hold that for a sec,” he said to Harry, handing him the wig. “I think daddy is needed...”

Harry smiled when Karl walked over to his son, getting down on his knees next to Hunter. They were already so alike, Hunter wearing Karl’s face only younger, softer. Harry bent down and put the wig onto Karl’s clown-shoes, walking closer to the Urban-boys where Karl was initiating Hunter into the art of Hula-Hooping.

“You know what, son?” Karl smiled at Hunter. “I think I’ll just show you how it works...” His hand reached out to take the Hula-Hoop from Hunter and Karl stepped into the ring made out of plastic.

Harry held his breath when Karl suddenly started to rotate his hips faster and faster in a way that Harry decided surely had to be forbidden, all the while mental images he should not have on a children’s birthday party filling his mind. “Jesus...” he gasped, letting go of the breath he had held, thanking god for his wide clowns costume as he did his best to will down his instant hard-on.

With wobbling knees he walked over to Karl who was now earning cheers from all the adult party guests, SeanA putting his hands protectively over Ally’s eyes. “Whoo! Shake your ass, baby!” he heard one of the Hobbits shout – Harry thought it was Dom – when he finally came to stand next to Karl.

“Karl, love,” Harry started to whisper in a breathless voice. “Stop that, please, love! You’re making the kids have funny ideas!”

Immediatly Karl stopped his movement and the Hula-Hoop fell to the floor. Karl let his gaze travel over Harry’s flushed face and his dialated eyes. A grin spread on his handsome features. “The kids...or do you mean yourself?” he asked, stepping closer to wrap his arms around Harry’s waist, pressig the other man shortly to his body. “I love it when you have funny ideas,” Karl growled into Harry’s ear in a low voice and then let go of him to assist Hunter with the Hula-Hoop.

~*~

Dave was sitting on the floor, shooting angry glares at Kate and Stuart who were talking to Natalie and Abi.

“Whazzup, bro?” Beanie asked and let himself sink down next to Dave. “You planning to kill somebody?”

A small smile appeared on Dave’s lips as he turned to face the Brit. “Is it that obvious?” he joked, combing his fingers through strawberry-blonde hair.

Beanie nodded softly. “Pretty obvious.”

“Fuck...” Dave sighed tiredly, rubbing his aching temples. “I’m just tired of fighting Kate... It’s been like that ever since we split.”

Beanie grimaced sympthetically. “Yeah, I know that. Been divorced three times and that...”

“Will it ever stop?” Dave asked.

Beanie’s lips stretched to a warm, reassuring smile. “It will be better one day,” he promised, his hand reaching out to ruffle the younger man’s hair in a friendly gesture. “But you must never give up fighting for your kid, bro,” Beanie added after a while. “That’s what all the divorces taught me...” He let his gaze travel throught the room, finally settling on Viggo. “Vig saved my life today,” he mumbled and Dave’s eyebroes shot up questioningly.

“How did that happen?” the Aussie wanted to know, happy to concentrate on something else than his own fucked up life for a while.

An embarassed smile crept onto Beanie’s face. “Was attacked by fangirls,” he replied, staring to the ground when Dave started to laugh. “They were really mean and there was a whole bunch of them!” Beanie tried to defend himself , but it didn’t help, Dave was still snickering. “Well, Viggo pulled their attention to him by pretending to be a Danish tourist whodidn’t understand a word English and asked them for the way to his imaginary hotel. Like that I could escape without further harm...” he moved to stand up. “I still have to thank him for that,” Beanie explained, looking down at Dave worriedly. “You’ll cope, right?” he asked.

Dave nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright. Go and say thank you to your hero!”

“Daddy!”

At the same time Eliza came running to Dave, carrying a plate with a big piece of chocolate cake with her. “You didn’t taste my birthday cake yet!” she scolded her father. “I made it myself!”

Beanie walked away smiling when he saw Dave with his daughter. The little girl had decided to feed her dad, but unfortunately the spoon didn’t quite make it to Dave’s mouth, but collided with his nose.

Beanie’s gaze travelled throught the room to check on his girls. Evie, the youngest, was sitting next to Ally Astin on the couch, playing with their teddy bears and his older daughters were still sitting in their corner with Henry Mortensen. Beanie cocked his eyebrows when he saw that Elijah being only a few years older than them had joined the group of teenagers, probably talking to them about music, movies and the newest computergames.

Suddenly he more felt than knew that Viggo was standing behind him, observing their kids over Beanie’s shoulder.

Affectionately Viggo put his arms around Beanie’s waist, pulling the other man’s back closely against his chest. “Look,” he mumbled into Beanie’s ear with a slur so typical for the Dane. “Henry’s flirting with your daughters...” Viggo’s voice sounded amused.

“Poor boy,” Sean smiled, the laugh coming from deep within his chest. “Maybe someone should tell him he has no chance. They have only eyes for Elijah...” Beanie turned around to face Viggo. “Thank you for earlier,” he breathed, pulling the older man close for a moment. “What would I do without you?”

Viggo grinned broadly. “Death by fangirl?”

~*~

Dave didn’t think he had been that happy for a long time. His face was full of chocolate cake and he was wearing the most hideous clothes one could imagine, but what mattered was that he was holding his girl, his Eliza in his arms. He wanted to cherish that moment forever, never ever let her go again.

Tbc...

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