Request: Orlando/(author's choice of Craig, Elijah, Billy, Viggo, or Karl) Orlando's partner is brutally raped & murdered. Orlando goes after the rapists/murderers, and with the help of his partner's ghost, finally is successful in killing them all. The possibility is there for Orlando to also be mortally wounded in the final confrontation with the bad guys, or his lover's ghost could protect him from harm, this is totally up to the author. Also, the identity of the bad guys is up to the author. My suggestions would be Sean B., Eric, Marton, Clive Owen, and/or Colin Farrell, but these are only suggestions. Requested by namarielorien
Summary: AU. Viggo has been raped and murdered by gay-bashers who broke into the house while Orlando was out of town. Now Orlando's back, trying to deal with his lover being suddenly gone from his life. But he's not completely gone -- Viggo's ghost is still hanging around. There's more to what happened than Orlando was told, and Viggo wants revenge.
Warnings: Character death, duh. :) Gotta get a ghost from somewhere, right? Also violence, etc. -- read the request.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: Written for the third round of the lotr_fqf, August 2006.
[EDIT: 8 DECEMBER 2007 -- This story's had the serial numbers filed off and was published with Torquere Press as original fiction. The summary and excerpt below refer to the original-fic version of the story, and the link goes to Torquere's web site. As always, I don't mind if copies of the original fanfic version are shared, but please be discreet and use e-mail. Thanks!]
When Josh comes home from a business trip to find out that his lover, Kevin, has been killed, his life takes a terrible turn. Even worse, Kevin is haunting him, wanting Josh to exact revenge on his killer. Josh thinks Kevin is a hallucination to begin with, but he soon starts to believe that his lover's spirit is really hanging around.
As he begins to believe in Kevin's ghost, Josh also starts to believe he knows who killed Kevin. He's not sure what to do, and neither is Kevin, who never really considered an afterlife. Can these two figure out how to catch a killer and how to move on with life after death?
[Early in the story, Josh comes home from Kevin's funeral.]
Josh pulled into the driveway of their rented house -- his and Kevin's and Kat's, the shabby old Craftsman the best they could afford by pooling their incomes, the two starving artists and the unknown actress -- stopped the car and just sat. He stared through the windshield at the avocado green paint on the garage door and thought of all the times Kevin had sworn he was going to paint it over some other color, any other color, and forget their deposit.
Another shiver ran through him and he roused himself to get out of the car. He left his suitcase in the trunk but did remember to lock the car before walking through the gap in the privacy hedge up to the front door. Stuck in the crack right above the knob was an invoice from BioClean, the company Kat had hired to clean up the house after the body had been removed. He looked down at the list of services performed -- walls cleaned and steamed (6), carpet removed (3), sofa removed, chair removed (2), windows cleaned (6), floors cleaned (2), misc. unsalvageable debris removed (see itemized list, attached).
Pain slammed through both his knees when they hit the smooth boards of the porch and swelled to meet the agony tearing his heart into fine shreds. He buried his face in his hands and cried, great shuddering sobs that shook his shoulders and jerked his arm and his cheek against the front door; he'd curled up against it when he'd lost his balance and fallen. He'd not cried before, not been able to or not quite comprehended in his gut that Kevin was truly gone, that he was dead, but the clinical, businesslike list of all the things that'd had to be cleaned of blood and whatever else had been spilled, all the things scrubbed and sterilized or torn up or thrown out, added up with a total charge at the bottom, plus tax -- that had clarified all his nightmare imaginings and made it real.
Kevin was gone and Josh sobbed out his grief and loneliness.
:Don't cry for me! Help me!:
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