City of London, Part 4.
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seethingheathenTitle: City of London
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
limeysugar.
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics bymarrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.
Read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
**
The next day in school, Orlando acted like nothing had happened, so Elijah played along. He’d had to remind himself that he’d only known Orly for two whole days and a half, so maybe he was expecting too much entirely too soon.
“What do you think about when you stare off into space like that, Elijah?” Orlando pulled a string from the celery stick he was munching on before taking another bite.
“Huh? Oh, uh, just stuff.”
“What sorts of stuff, then? Ending world hunger and all that lot?”
“No, not really. We’ll never end world hunger.” Elijah looked at Orlando and bit his lip. “It’s possible, I guess, but we never will.”
“I didn’t mean literally world hunger, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh, right.”
“So, then, what is it that’s got you so distracted? You haven’t said a whole two words all lunch.” Elijah didn’t have to say anything; the look of sheer disbelief on his face was enough of an answer. “Oh. I don’t know what to say about that.”
“Just tell me why you’re covering for Dom.”
“You don’t know when to stop with that, do you? Christ, man.” Orlando stood up to leave, but Elijah grabbed onto the strap of his carry-all. “Let go.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Tell me, Orly.”
“Who are you, Elijah Wood? Some bloody fucking fairy come from the magical land of America to sort my problems out for me?” Orlando yanked hard on the bag, but Elijah held on. “I’m telling you, let go.”
“Not. Until. You. Tell. Me.”
“Fine, keep it.” Orlando let go of his bag, and Elijah fell backwards to the pavement. All he could do was to watch Orlando walk away.
**
Elijah sat on his bed staring at Orlando’s carry-all. He wanted to look inside it to see if Orlando’d left his wallet in, because a wallet would likely contain an address card of some sort. If he had Orly’s address, he could return the bag that evening. Being careful not to rummage around too much, Elijah looked for the wallet. When he found it, he pulled it out, and what he saw surprised him. In the clear plastic ID window, was a photograph of a slightly younger Orlando and Dom. They each had an arm draped over the other, and they were wearing matching football kits. Between them sat a red and white football. Elijah took the photo out and turned it over. “Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan, 2001,” he read aloud before setting the picture on the bed.
Beneath the football photo was one with just Dom in it. It was a school photo, perhaps from the previous year, and Dom was smiling. He took this picture out and turned it over, and what was written on the back made his stomach drop. “DM + OB 03.”
“Mother fucker,” Elijah whispered, and quickly slid the photos back into place. When he eventually did find Orlando’s identification, his hands were shaking so badly he had to put it on the bed just to read the address.
He could find Orlando’s house with a little help from Mapquest and his Tube map.
Go to Part Five.
Author:
limeysugar.Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Elijah Wood
Rating: PG-13 for language and innuendo.
Disclaimer: Not true. Fiction.
Author's Notes I: SQUICK ALERT! In the UK, the age of consent is 16. This story takes place in the last year of school for the boys (who in the series are the same age.), which makes them 17, almost 18. I am well aware that some people will not read anything wherein the characters are under the age of 18, hence the warning. There will be no descriptive sex, just angst, innuendo, and salty language. If this bothers you, don't read it. Simple as that.
Author's Notes II: Heavily inspired by the recent AU school fics by
marrymemerry and deleerium, and by the film Get Real. If you haven't seen it, do.Read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
**
The next day in school, Orlando acted like nothing had happened, so Elijah played along. He’d had to remind himself that he’d only known Orly for two whole days and a half, so maybe he was expecting too much entirely too soon.
“What do you think about when you stare off into space like that, Elijah?” Orlando pulled a string from the celery stick he was munching on before taking another bite.
“Huh? Oh, uh, just stuff.”
“What sorts of stuff, then? Ending world hunger and all that lot?”
“No, not really. We’ll never end world hunger.” Elijah looked at Orlando and bit his lip. “It’s possible, I guess, but we never will.”
“I didn’t mean literally world hunger, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh, right.”
“So, then, what is it that’s got you so distracted? You haven’t said a whole two words all lunch.” Elijah didn’t have to say anything; the look of sheer disbelief on his face was enough of an answer. “Oh. I don’t know what to say about that.”
“Just tell me why you’re covering for Dom.”
“You don’t know when to stop with that, do you? Christ, man.” Orlando stood up to leave, but Elijah grabbed onto the strap of his carry-all. “Let go.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck off.”
“Tell me, Orly.”
“Who are you, Elijah Wood? Some bloody fucking fairy come from the magical land of America to sort my problems out for me?” Orlando yanked hard on the bag, but Elijah held on. “I’m telling you, let go.”
“Not. Until. You. Tell. Me.”
“Fine, keep it.” Orlando let go of his bag, and Elijah fell backwards to the pavement. All he could do was to watch Orlando walk away.
**
Elijah sat on his bed staring at Orlando’s carry-all. He wanted to look inside it to see if Orlando’d left his wallet in, because a wallet would likely contain an address card of some sort. If he had Orly’s address, he could return the bag that evening. Being careful not to rummage around too much, Elijah looked for the wallet. When he found it, he pulled it out, and what he saw surprised him. In the clear plastic ID window, was a photograph of a slightly younger Orlando and Dom. They each had an arm draped over the other, and they were wearing matching football kits. Between them sat a red and white football. Elijah took the photo out and turned it over. “Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan, 2001,” he read aloud before setting the picture on the bed.
Beneath the football photo was one with just Dom in it. It was a school photo, perhaps from the previous year, and Dom was smiling. He took this picture out and turned it over, and what was written on the back made his stomach drop. “DM + OB 03.”
“Mother fucker,” Elijah whispered, and quickly slid the photos back into place. When he eventually did find Orlando’s identification, his hands were shaking so badly he had to put it on the bed just to read the address.
He could find Orlando’s house with a little help from Mapquest and his Tube map.
Go to Part Five.
