Fic: City of London, Part 2.
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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.
**
Elijah didn’t see Orlando on the Tube on the way to school, so he got out at Blackfriars instead of Mansion House. Dom had been right; the walk was a bit faster. He got to school a full ten minutes sooner than he had the day before, so he had time to go to the toilet before class started, which was a relief. The tea his hostess had given him that morning, along with the swaying motion of the subway, had done wonders on his bladder. “Urinary system,” Elijah thought, and pushed the toilet door open.
As soon as he slid the lock on the stall door, he heard two people enter the toilet. One voice he thought was Dom’s, but the other he hadn’t heard before. “Bastard deserved it,” the unfamiliar voice said. “It makes me sick at my stomach just thinking about what he gets up to in there.”
“Bloke can’t even have a piss without some poncey pervert trying to get a look at his bits. Bloody sick, that.”
Elijah held his breath so neither student would hear him, but his heart was beating so fast, he was certain even they could feel the vibrations of it. Dom and that other boy had to be talking about Orlando, and Elijah was struck with the terror that something horrible had happened to him. He was desperate to get out of the toilet and try to find Orlando before his first class. He flushed the commode, and as nonchalantly as possible, walked to the sink, trying desperately not to make eye contact with either Dominic or the other student.
“Well, Elijah. Good to see you, mate,” Dom said as Elijah pushed past him toward the door. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Class. I have to go to class. There’s, uh, something I need to do.” Elijah was nearly shaking now; the tone of Dom’s voice told Elijah that whatever had happened to Orly could just as easily happen to him, and Elijah was truly terrified.
“Wouldn’t want to be late, would you?” Dom looked at the other boy, then back at Elijah. “I’d get going then.”
Elijah nodded and calmly left the toilet. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead and upper lip, and he was sure Dom had seen it. He had to find Orly now; he couldn’t take the time to worry about himself until he knew Orlando was in school and all right. “Don’t be a hero, Elijah,” Elijah said under his breath as he leant against the wall to collect himself. “This is none of your fucking business.”
“Sherm?” Elijah jumped at the sound of Orlando’s voice. “You okay, man? ‘Cause, I mean, chatting to yourself makes you look sort of crazy.”
“Orly! Oh, fuck. Yeah. I’m fine.” Elijah felt his heart rate slow, and he gave Orlando a nervous smile. “I was just, uh, trying to remember if I left anything at home. That I might need. You know, for school. Sometimes I think out loud.”
Orlando looked carefully at Elijah for a few seconds before returning the smile. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost is all. Anyway, have you been to your locker yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Come on then, let’s go before we’re late. Turns out we’ve both got Campbell first off.” Orlando started walking down the corridor, Elijah following. It only took Elijah a few steps to realise that Orlando was limping slightly, and the wave of terror washed over him once more.
“Orly, what’s wrong with your leg?”
Orlando didn’t even turn to face Elijah when he answered. “Uh, you know when they say, ‘Mind the gap?’ Well, you really should.”
“Right. I’ll remember that. And how did you know- nevermind.”
**
Elijah watched Orlando take a long drink from his Coke bottle and set it back down on the low wall where they were sitting. He was trying to decide the best way to approach Orly about what had happened with Dom, but was drawing a blank.
“You want to come over to mine after school? My mum doesn’t think I have enough people over, so she’ll be chuffed to bits.” Orlando picked a bit of dried bread crust off the corner of his sandwich and threw it on the ground. A bird flew down from its perch on a lightpost to snatch it up before being frightened away by a woman walking her dog.
“I’ll have to call Mrs Watson, but I’m sure it’ll be okay.” Elijah hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. Direct was best. “It was Dom, wasn’t it?”
“Pardon?” Orlando flinched.
“Your leg. It was Dom.”
“Who the hell told you that?” Elijah could see a flash of something in Orlando’s eyes, and he knew he was right. “Whoever said that’s a bloody liar.”
“Fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I just thought-”
“I tripped on the Tube. Twisted my ankle a bit, honest. It’s nothing.” Orly carefully hopped down off the wall and grabbed his bag and the half-empty bottle. “Meet me right in front after school, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Go to Part Three.
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.
**
Elijah didn’t see Orlando on the Tube on the way to school, so he got out at Blackfriars instead of Mansion House. Dom had been right; the walk was a bit faster. He got to school a full ten minutes sooner than he had the day before, so he had time to go to the toilet before class started, which was a relief. The tea his hostess had given him that morning, along with the swaying motion of the subway, had done wonders on his bladder. “Urinary system,” Elijah thought, and pushed the toilet door open.
As soon as he slid the lock on the stall door, he heard two people enter the toilet. One voice he thought was Dom’s, but the other he hadn’t heard before. “Bastard deserved it,” the unfamiliar voice said. “It makes me sick at my stomach just thinking about what he gets up to in there.”
“Bloke can’t even have a piss without some poncey pervert trying to get a look at his bits. Bloody sick, that.”
Elijah held his breath so neither student would hear him, but his heart was beating so fast, he was certain even they could feel the vibrations of it. Dom and that other boy had to be talking about Orlando, and Elijah was struck with the terror that something horrible had happened to him. He was desperate to get out of the toilet and try to find Orlando before his first class. He flushed the commode, and as nonchalantly as possible, walked to the sink, trying desperately not to make eye contact with either Dominic or the other student.
“Well, Elijah. Good to see you, mate,” Dom said as Elijah pushed past him toward the door. “Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“Class. I have to go to class. There’s, uh, something I need to do.” Elijah was nearly shaking now; the tone of Dom’s voice told Elijah that whatever had happened to Orly could just as easily happen to him, and Elijah was truly terrified.
“Wouldn’t want to be late, would you?” Dom looked at the other boy, then back at Elijah. “I’d get going then.”
Elijah nodded and calmly left the toilet. He could feel the perspiration on his forehead and upper lip, and he was sure Dom had seen it. He had to find Orly now; he couldn’t take the time to worry about himself until he knew Orlando was in school and all right. “Don’t be a hero, Elijah,” Elijah said under his breath as he leant against the wall to collect himself. “This is none of your fucking business.”
“Sherm?” Elijah jumped at the sound of Orlando’s voice. “You okay, man? ‘Cause, I mean, chatting to yourself makes you look sort of crazy.”
“Orly! Oh, fuck. Yeah. I’m fine.” Elijah felt his heart rate slow, and he gave Orlando a nervous smile. “I was just, uh, trying to remember if I left anything at home. That I might need. You know, for school. Sometimes I think out loud.”
Orlando looked carefully at Elijah for a few seconds before returning the smile. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost is all. Anyway, have you been to your locker yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Come on then, let’s go before we’re late. Turns out we’ve both got Campbell first off.” Orlando started walking down the corridor, Elijah following. It only took Elijah a few steps to realise that Orlando was limping slightly, and the wave of terror washed over him once more.
“Orly, what’s wrong with your leg?”
Orlando didn’t even turn to face Elijah when he answered. “Uh, you know when they say, ‘Mind the gap?’ Well, you really should.”
“Right. I’ll remember that. And how did you know- nevermind.”
**
Elijah watched Orlando take a long drink from his Coke bottle and set it back down on the low wall where they were sitting. He was trying to decide the best way to approach Orly about what had happened with Dom, but was drawing a blank.
“You want to come over to mine after school? My mum doesn’t think I have enough people over, so she’ll be chuffed to bits.” Orlando picked a bit of dried bread crust off the corner of his sandwich and threw it on the ground. A bird flew down from its perch on a lightpost to snatch it up before being frightened away by a woman walking her dog.
“I’ll have to call Mrs Watson, but I’m sure it’ll be okay.” Elijah hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. Direct was best. “It was Dom, wasn’t it?”
“Pardon?” Orlando flinched.
“Your leg. It was Dom.”
“Who the hell told you that?” Elijah could see a flash of something in Orlando’s eyes, and he knew he was right. “Whoever said that’s a bloody liar.”
“Fine. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I just thought-”
“I tripped on the Tube. Twisted my ankle a bit, honest. It’s nothing.” Orly carefully hopped down off the wall and grabbed his bag and the half-empty bottle. “Meet me right in front after school, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Go to Part Three.
