Virgin Territory(Author�s note: Denotes entries in Elijah's diary - denotes Elijah's thoughts. {Denotes Dom's thoughts})Part 15 - Anger Management Elijah and Sean were filming a scene where Sam had to lose his temper with Frodo. Sam was yelling at Frodo - "You don't see it, do you? He's leading us into a trap!" - meaning Gollum, of course. There was no need for much acting, as far as Elijah could see. Sean was about to blow a fuse. When, at one point, Sam had to push Frodo away, Sean shoved a little too enthusiastically, and Elijah went flying over a rock. He lay there, for a moment, stunned. Sean made no move to see if he was injured. Pete came rushing up. "Are you okay, Elijah?" he said, as Elijah sat up and rubbed his aching head, looking at Sean with bewildered eyes. "Yeah, fine!" Elijah answered, absently. Pete stared at Sean. "What the fuck's up with Mr Congeniality, today? He's in a bit of a snit." Elijah snorted. "Fuck knows, Pete! He's been like it all week". If Pete doesn't know why, I'm not fucking enlightening him! "Take twenty, people!" Pete called to the crew. "I�ll tell him to get his fucking act together, Lij. He really pushed you, then!" Pete put his arm around Elijah's drooping shoulders. "Can't have my main Hobbit injured again...go and get a cup of tea." Pete wandered off to the fruit tray, and Elijah went over to Sean, who was still staring into the distance. "Sean?" said Elijah, tentatively putting a hand on Sean's sleeve. "Fuck off, Lijah!" Sean said, under his breath, so no one else could hear. "Take your fucking hand off me, will you, before I hit it off!" Elijah stared at Sean. What? "Sean..." Sean grabbed Elijah by the front of his shirt. "Leave me alone! Just get the fuck out of my sight, and out of my..." Elijah didn't hear the rest. He just ran. Fifteen minutes later Elijah returned, rather red eyed, and Sean and he finished the scene to Pete's exacting standards, and they left the set in separate directions. Elijah went into his trailer, and sat there, blindly staring at the wall, until Ian came in. "Lijah, I wish you'd....whatever is the matter, my dear?" he asked, concern written large over his face. Elijah was pale, tear stained and shaking. "You and Dominic haven't had a disagreement, have you?" Elijah managed a tired smile. "No, Ian...it's Sean..." "Ah! So it's happened, as I expected! He's...approached you?" Elijah looked up, startled. "No! ...I mean...Orli told me about...his, Sean's feelings, I mean, and..." "And?" Ian prompted, sitting opposite the trembling form. "And he's mad at me. Why, Ian? Why is he mad at me?" Ian sighed. It was painful, sometimes, to be older and wiser. Painful for others - others like young Elijah. "Because he wants you, Elijah, and he can't have you. Because it's fucking - to use your favourite epithet - with his mind. Because he has to see you every day, and can't touch. Because his wife has noticed he's...preoccupied and is worried. All these things, my dear, and more." Elijah raised tear filled eyes - and a woebegone expression that would have wrung tears from Herod - to Ian's face. "But I haven't encouraged him to think...that he has any fucking chance with me, Ian. I truly love my Dom. Why can't Sean leave me alone?" Ian reached forward and held a restless little hand between his own. "Could you leave Dom alone, if he had said he didn't love you, or want you in that way, Elijah?" "No". Very quietly. "No, I couldn't... I... see!" Elijah got up, and paced about the trailer - then stopped, as if coming to decision. "I must speak to Sean before Dom comes back! If Dom knew Sean had hurt me, he'd flip. He pushed me, Ian, on set - a little too hard. Banged my head - hurts like fuck!" Elijah rubbed the spot, and Ian got up, and looked at it. "Quite a lump there, Elijah." he said in a concerned voice. "Shall I put a cold compress on it for you?" Elijah smiled his gratitude. "No, thanks, Ian. I must find Sean, and talk with him before the next scenes are shot. Hell, we're supposed to be fucking friends! Thanks for listening - I - um, thank you!" Elijah said goodbye, and set out to find Sean. It wasn't too difficult. Sean was sitting under a tree in the little wooded area, with his head resting on his knees. God! Has he been here for nearly two fucking hours? Elijah thought, looking at his friend with compassion. He thought how he'd feel if it were him and Dom, and, before he could think, he sat down beside Sean and put his arms around him. "Oh, Seanie!" he said, sadly, and Sean turned in his arms, and kissed him, hard, on the mouth. Elijah sprang away. "Oh, Sean, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have..." Sean cast him a look filled with anguish. "No, Lij, you shouldn't. But I'm the one who should be sorry, not you. You've done nothing except treat me with kindness, and I....I've been a..." "...Cunt?" Said Elijah with something approaching a smile in his voice. He sat down, again. Sean hadn't moved from his place under the tree. "I've wanted to kiss you since...for ever", Sean confessed, not looking at Elijah. "I thought I'd at least have something to ...savour, in my lonelier moments...because I do love you, Lij, it's not just...lust. Fuck it!" Sean was crying, and Elijah, the sweet, the kind, the innocent - thinking about his love for Dom - took Sean's face between his hands, and kissed him, softly, on the lips. "Lighe?" a soft voice startled them out of their separate reveries. Elijah turned. It was Dom. He'd known it was Dom as soon as he'd heard the soft, frightened, puzzled voice. His Dom. And he'd found him kissing Sean! Fuck! Elijah looked up into Dom's face. There was no anger there - just puzzlement and... dismay. |