Solo performance

Dave’s reaction to Kate’s accuses, Viggo and Sean have their coming-out and Karl and Harry have a fight.


Disclaimer: Not true, all made up!

Notes: Me so happy! There’s slash in the world!

5. A massive fuck-up


“She did what?” Beanie exclaimed, cursing under his breath as his phone fell to the floor. “Harry? You still there?”

“Yes...” Harry sighed tiredly. “Move your fucking ass here, Bean, I don’t know what to do with Dave anymore... He just sits in a corner of the room and stares holes into the air!”

Beanie groaned. “Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can. See you!”

“What happened?” Viggo asked, snuggling deeper into his blankets.

“I don’t really know,” Beanie mumbled, combing through his hair with his hands. “Apparently Dave’s girl ran into the guys lying in bed in a rather...um...compromising position and Kate got really angry at Dave, threatening that she’ll not let him see his daughter again...”

“Fuck...” Viggo grimaced, rubbing his tired eyes. “Doesn’t sound good...”

“Yup...” Beanie confirmed. “Not good at all...” He jumped out of bed and started to put on his ´clothes. “As you can imagine Dave’s pretty upset now...” Beanie pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Harry asked me to come along and try to talk to him.”

Viggo nodded. “Want me to come with you?” he asked, ready to get up.

“No.” Beanie bent down to kiss Viggo’s lips softly. “Somebody needs to pick up the kiddies, remember?” He grabbed his wallet and keys. “I’ll join you as soon as possible!” Beanie called and jogged out of the room.


~*~


“Dave...” Harry pleaded, looking at Dave who was sitting in front of the piano, playing the same sad melody again and again. “Dave, please! You’ll have to talk some time!” Harry flinched, every note that Dave played seeming to make his heart cramp with pain. Not able to stand the look of Dave’s broken form any longer, Harry fled into the kitchen where Karl wasalready waiting for him.

“Any better?” Karl asked carefully, dreading Harry’s answer.

Harry buried his head in Karl’s shoulder. “No,” he mumbled, his voice shaking slightly and Karl immediatly put his arms around his lover, stroking the older man’s back soothingly. “I hope Beanie can talk some sense into him,” Harry finally said, his voice sounding very sad.

Karl simply nodded, sighing when the doorbell finally rang. “Stay here,” he tried to persuade Harry and kissed the older man’s hair. “I’ll take care of that...”


~*~


Beanie was jumping up and down on the doorsteps, waiting for somebody to open the door. What was he supposed to tell Dave? He had thought about it the whole drive to Dave’s, but he still hadn’t come up with a good idea. Beanie inhaled deeply when he heard somebody unlock the door, a small smile appearing on his lips when he saw Karl standing in the doorframe. “Hey,” he greeted the younger man. “Where’s our patient?”

Karl cocked his head into the direction of the living room. “He hasn’t said anything since Kate left with Eliza.” He shrugged his shoulders. “He just sits there, staring at nothing in particular...”

Beanie entered the living room. “Hey, bro,” he adressed the younger man who was still sitting in front of the piano, but Dave didn’t even so much as lift his head. Beanie sat down next to Dave. “How are you feeling?” he asked, wincing at the pain visible in Dave’s eyes as the younger man now tuirned his head to face Beanie.

Beanie didn’t nearly recognize the other man’s voice when Dave finally started to speak, becuase it was so bitter with pain. “She said I was a bad father...” Dave whispered hoarsely.

Beanie shook his head, putting his hand on Dave’s knee. “You know you are not...” he protested. “That was anger speaking out of Kate, it will pass... She didn’t really mean it,” Beanie tried to assure the younger man.

“You should’ve seen Eliza’s face,” Dave continued in a flat voice, his eyes filling with tears. “She was crying! And thinking that I caused it, that I was the reason for her to react like that...” Dave swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “It broke my heart, Sean...”

Beanie nodded, knowing exactly what Dave was just experiencing. “I know, brother, I know...” He patted Dave’s back softly. “Give Kate some space! Give her the time to think and then try to talk to her...”

When Dave started sobbing quietly Beanie pulled the other man into his strong arms. “Sshh... Trust me, it will be alright!” he tried to shush Dave, his warm breath caressing Dave’s skin. “And Eliza was just scared, because her mother got angry... Kate’s overreacting, it’s nothing more...”


~*~

“How’s Dave?” Harry asked when Beanie entered the kitchen.

“Asleep,” Beanie replied with a forced smile and let himself fall down on a chair. He eyed the cup Harry was holding in his hands. “Left some for me? I think I could use a cup now!”

“Sure,” Karl said, standing up to get Beanie the requested cup of tea.

“So did he talk?” Harry wanted to know.

Beanie nodded and accepted the cup Karl was offering him. “Thanks, lad!” He poured some milk into the tea before he continued to speak. “Poor boy’s a bit confused...” Beanie muttered between sips of tea and looking at his watch. “Fuck!” he cursed. “I have to leave, guys. Viggo and I have an important matter to talk about with our kids... He’ll be already wating for me!”

Karl whistled, a grin settling on his face. “Outing?”

Beanie grimaced. “We have to tell them at some point, right?” He sighed, combing through his hair with both of his hands. “I just hope they’ll take it well...”

Harry smiled sympathetically. “They’re your kids and I don’t think you have raised them to be narrow minded people.”

Beanie nodded. “Yeah, I guess...” He stood up. “Oh, what about Dave? He’s through the worst, but...”

“We’ll stay a bit longer to watch his sleep,” Harry promised, ushering Beanie out of the room with a grin. “Go!”


~*~


“Hey, love,” Beanie smiled when his oldest daughter opened the door and kissed her cheek. “I hope Viggo has been nice to you...”

Lorna grinned back, closing the door behing them. “He has been the perfect gentleman as always!” she answered her father’s question.

“That’s good to hear,” Beanie replied warmly and Lorna walked back into the living room, joining her sisters and Henry in front of the television. “Hey girls, hey Henry!” Sean called before heading to the kitchen where Viggo was preparing dinner. “Hy...” he breathed softly into Viggo’s neck. “What will we eat today?” Beanie was always amazed by Viggo’s skills as a cook. He himself could do nothing much, but for some strange reason he could cook anything with chicken in it. One night he had made his world-famous chicken lasagne for the fellowship and they were still praising him for it with the highest of words.

“Oh, nothing special,” Viggo answered as usually, gesturing diminishingly at the various pots and pans.

“I see,” Sean grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Nervous?” he suddenly asked, tugging on Viggo’s sleeve.

Viggo nodded, wiping his hands on the back of his jeans. “Fucking nervous,” he muttered, a surprisingly unsure smile on his lips. “I’ll manage,” Viggo whispered when Beanie closed the gap between them and placed a small kiss onto Viggo’s forehead. Tenderly Viggo pushed Beanie away from him. “Dinner’s ready. Would you please set the table?”


~*~

Dave patted through the living room with naked feet, surprised to hear voices coming from his kitchen. He cocked his eyebrows when he saw Karl and Harry sitting by the table, drinking tea. “You still here?” he asked in a tired voice.

Harry nodded softly. “Yeah. You feeling better?” Judging by Dave’s look he wasn’t. The Aussie was still looking beyond hell.

Dave weighed his ehad back and forth. “A little,” he said, closing his eyes for a short moment. “Listen, I’d prefer to be alone at the moment, I think...” Dave mumbled after a while. “I need some time to think.” He nodded. “Yes, thinking sounds good...”

“Alright,” Karl replied and he and Harry stood up. “But Dave... If you want to talk or just need company or somebody to cook you tea...feel free to call us – any time!”

“Thanks...” Dave whispred hoarsely, not looking back when the two men left the room.


~*~


“Um...would you sit down for a bit longer?” Beanie asked the kids when they had finished eating. “Viggo and I have something important to tell you...”

“You’re not trying to tell us that one of you is severely ill, are you?” Henry exclaimed with wide eyes, but relaxing somewhat when Viggo smiled at him.

“No,” Viggo promised his son. “It’s not that serious...I think...” He inhaled deeply and took Sean’s hand into his. “What Sean and I are trying to tell you is...that we are in love.” There, I said it, Viggo thought. Say something!

“As in you’re a couple?” Henry wanted to know, not really surprised as his dad had had several boyfriends after his divorce. “Ok,” he said when Viggo nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Can I get up now or is there more of it coming?”

“You are gay, daddy?” Lorna squeaked, staring at Sean in shock who flinched at the word “gay”. “But...”

“What is gay?” 5-year-old Evie asked, her eyes widened in question. “I thought V...Viggo,” she stumbled on the foreign name. “Viggo said daddy is not ill!” She sounded somewhat alarmed, confused by the others’ reactions.

“He isn’t ill, stupid,” Molly explained calmly. “Gay means he wants to kiss other men and hold their hands and stuff.”

Evie wrinkled her tiny nose. “Why should anybody want to do that?” she snorted and Viggo and Sean broke into laughter, the older kids soon joining in.


~*~


Karl snuggled deeper into Harry’s shoulder, letting out a small sigh. “That’s bad what happened with Dave and Kate...” Karl mumbled softly. “I’ve never seen anybody that messed up before...”

Harry started stroking Karl’s hair tenderly. “Well, that’s the way things are: People fall in love and people fall out of love, things like that happen every day! And then they hate each other.”

Frowning, Karl shrugged his shoulders, tracing the length of Harry’s leg with his index-finger. “But why? Why has it have to get that ugly? Can’t there just be a happy end as in a romantic film?”

Harry snorted. “Films are not real,” he explained. “You as an actor should know that, Karl.”

Karl turned his head to have a better view at his lover. “But scripts are written by real people with real feelings. As a scriptwriter that should come as no surprise to you!”

“I can write about love without believing in it!” Harry replied, starting to sound a little angry. “In the fucking 45 years I’ve lived now I’ve not seen a single relationship work out. There is no such thing as endless love. It might go well for a while, but in the end it won’t work out!”

“And what about us?” Karl asked, his eyes squeezing to tiny slits. “So you don’t love me?” he accused Harry.

Harry sighed. “I do love you! But that’s beside the point.” Swallowing hard, Harry let his gaze travel to the ground, not able to bear the look in Karl’s eyes. “You know, there’s a difference between reality and movie. In real life there is no orchestra that starts playing when you fall in love. It just happens and then you have to come to terms with it.”

“So that’s how you feel about me. Don’t you even try to deny it! I may not be the brightest man walking the planet, but I’m not dumb, Harry!” Karl’s voice sounded calm, but Harry could tell by the look in his eyes that Karl was hurt. “I’m a burden for you. Something you didn’t want, but now that you’ve got it, you have to live with it, right?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I don’t think you understand me. I just told you that I love you, didn’t I?”

Hazel eyes looked sadly at Harry before hiding under dark lashes. “Harry, you don’t even know what love is,” Karl hissed. “You’re so afraid of it that you don’t even dare to start the film and listen to the music...”

Harry didn’t look up until he heard the front door slam shut. Only then he buried his face in his hands, a deep groan breaking from his lips. “Great, Sinclair! This time you fucked up massively!”

Tbc...


*dramatic soap opera music!* God, I’m evil! *hehe*

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