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[bluetears07]

Disclaimer: Ever so sorry boys…the stuff in here never happened.
Paring: Sean A./Elijah
Summary: AU: Some things are just meant to happen while others are simply ripples off of one small mistake that change us forever. (Read AU Description, and also AN; behind cut)
AU Description: Same as before. (Refer to the “Prologue’s” AN for information mentioned previously.)
Rating: R (over-all) Chapter Eighteen: PG-13
AN: Words are very easy to twist…isn’t that right Elijah? I don’t rightly know how to disarm a smoke detector so bear with me…:D (Clove warning for frodosweetstuff *wink* but make up with messenger bag!loving)
Guide: ‘Thoughts’
Flashbacks
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Preordained

Chapter Eighteen: See No Evil

All he could do now was sit and watch. As soon as he stepped onto that airplane bound for New York City, one step behind a hesitant Viggo and two steps behind a sleepy writer, Elijah knew he’d be in for a long ride. Of course, this was only made worse when he was forced to sit so close but just out of reach from the object of his affection, same row and everything with only an aisle and one breathing body separating them. Then, just to scorn him even further, fate had placed on Elijah’s other side one happy couple - Billy and Dom, cuddled up and trying to steal a few extra winks that had been taken from them by the red eye flight.

The dim glow of dawn was beginning to radiate through the thin shutters pulled halfway down the aircraft’s oval windows. Shifting uncomfortably in the stiff cushioned seat, Elijah managed to pull his gaze away from Sean’s slumbering profile to focus on toying with the zippers of his messenger bag. As he ignored the tell-tale smacking of lips coming from the two “sleeping” men seated next to him, Elijah began to anxiously chew the inside of his cheek.

‘Fuck, I’d do anything for a cigarette right about now…’ It had been nearly four hours since his last one during his drive to LAX and now his nerves were shot. He ran a hand through his unruly hair before pausing to consider the bag that lay across his lap. After looking both ways down the aisle and seeing no sign of a flight attendant, Elijah flicked opened the fabric flap of his bag and pulled out several items he carefully stuffed in his pants pockets. As casually as he could, the young man unbuckled the belt that had been clasped loosely around his waist and headed towards the back of the aircraft.

Once arriving at the lavatories, Elijah slipped inside and locked the small door behind him as the illuminated sign changed from a green tinted ‘unoccupied’ to the blaring red ‘occupied’. He cast a quick glance around the cramp room, noticing wayward pieces of toilet paper still clinging to the seat and paper towels peaking out of the half shut stainless steal trash bin. Directly above his head was a smoke detector.

“Bingo,” he muttered under his breath as he stepped up on the thin plastic lid of the toilet and reached for the appliance. “Smoking is not permitted on board this aircraft at any time.” The young man began to mock with a cynical sneer creasing his face as he carefully pulled the detector an inch from where it was rooted to the ceiling. “Federal regulations prohibit tampering with, disabling or destroying any smoke detector located in the airplane lavatories.” Finally he found the small latch he was looking for and tentatively lifted it with the nub of a fingernail he had left, exposing the two AA batteries powering the plastic device. “Blow me, you piece of shit,” he muttered the quiet taunt to the inanimate object; grinning at his own success. Pulling out the batteries, he slipped them into his pants pocket next to the unopened box of cigarettes he had pulled out of his messenger bag a few moments before.

His illegal task complete, Elijah stepped down from his perch and settled for sitting on the small counter opposite the toilet. The room being small enough and his legs actually being long enough, the young actor crossed them and let his right heel rest against the lid of the toilet as he lit up. Watching the fire seep through the blunt end of the cigarette, Elijah noticed the flame of his lighter shimmering in the silver of his ring. Taking the first inhalation of clove-tinted smoke, he closed his eyes with a deep sigh, muffled slightly by a cloud of smoke. Cigarette held limply between two wan fingers, he let his head tilt back to hit gently against the mirror. The intoxicating wave of relief spread through Elijah’s body as soon as the nicotine hit his blood stream. Sleep being as elusive as ever since learning Christine’s terms, Elijah let his mind wander back to what had transpired that morning just after Sean had arrived solo at the airport.

In all his travels, since moving to L.A. and continuing to act all around the world, Elijah had never seen the LAX airport so vacant in his life. Then again he had to keep in mind that it was three-thirty in the morning after all. In addition, his flight wasn’t even due to leave until four a.m. Despite the nearly wall length windows to Elijah’s back the only source of light came from the overhead fixtures of flickering florescent bulbs. A few wayward passengers were lingering at the gates and several custodians were vacuuming but other than that, the young actor was the only one seated at his gate.

Since the airport was smoke-free Elijah resorted to biting his fingernails in an attempt to calm his writhing nerves. Starting to devour his left thumbnail, Elijah heard the distinct clunk of a rolling suitcase hitting the barrier between the wide stretch of carpet that marked where the airport restaurants were housed to glide smoothly on the gateway’s linoleum floor.

He looked up for a fleeting moment, beginning to dismiss the noise as another straggling passenger for different flight, but just as he cast his gaze back at his half bitten nail he froze. Doing a double-take, the young actor glanced back up and watched as an older man came walking straight towards the gate he was seated at. Apparently deprived of his usual wakeup coffee, Sean looked like the walking dead. He stopped mid-way to their gate once noticing Elijah’s captivating gaze searching desperately to meet his own.

All he needed from Sean was a casual nod towards the men’s bathroom and Elijah jumped up from his seat; messenger bag shifting loudly from his lap to thump against his side. Realizing just how obvious his reaction was the younger man paused, frantically looking around to see if anyone had noticed his behavior. Finally crouching down in order to feign tying his shoe, Elijah waited patiently while Sean walked into the men’s bathroom a few gates down from theirs. Once he was completely out of sight, Elijah stood up and, discreetly as he could, headed straight for the restrooms.

“Sean?” he whispered, clutching the tiled doorframe as he leaned inside. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled Elijah’s lungs as he stepped inside the fluorescently illuminated room. With fingers clutching the fabric strap of his bag bumping lightly against his hip and lower stomach, Elijah looked down the long corridor of sinks and urinals. Near one of the automated sinks was the rolling suitcase Elijah recognized as Sean’s. A sharp glint of light reflecting off moving stainless steel caught his eye, sending off a red flag in his mind as to where exactly Sean was hiding. With a mischievous smile pulling at the corners of his lips, the younger man tiptoed to the stall door and tapped it lightly. As soon as the sound had time to reverberate off the wall-to-wall tiling, Elijah found himself being pulled inside the immaculate bathroom stall, pressed against Sean’s warm chest.

Before anything could register in Sean’s mind concerning just what it meant to be with Elijah at that moment he felt soft lips crush frantically against his own. An oddly shaped something was digging into his hip as he surrendered to the tantalizing assault of Elijah’s lips, teeth and tongue. A slippery tongue traced along the fine line of his upper lip and sneaked its way inside to languidly caress the satin flesh of his cheeks before tangling with another slick tongue. Elijah felt the soft tip of Sean’s nose nudge gently against his sharp cheekbone as he tilted his head to allow Elijah’s probing tongue more access to the inners of his mouth. Cold, nail-less fingers scrabbled against the soft fabric of Sean’s t-shirt as Elijah pulled the older man closer to his more than eager body. Feeling himself begin to slip beneath the overpowering tidal wave of euphoria and warmth that he seemed to constantly drown in whenever in Elijah’s presence, Sean started to pull away. However, Elijah was not about to loosen his hold on Sean’s lips.

“Mmmm, no…k-kiss,” was all the response Elijah gave Sean when he pressed his hands against Elijah’s shoulders in an attempt to gentle him down. Tightening his grip around Sean’s neck, Elijah shifted his hips to match up with the older man’s, only to find something preventing him from doing just that. With a disgruntled moan into the heated kiss, Elijah finally pulled away. Sandwiched between their bodies was his light blue messenger bag. “Oh…uh, sorry…” he blushed lightly, pushing the well-loved object to his side with a hand before wrapping both arms back around Sean’s neck. Eyes half-lidded, the young actor leaned against Sean, tilting his head up for another passionate kiss. Warm fingers pressed against his parted lips, stopping his relentless actions as flawless milky white skin fluttered open to reveal confused cerulean eyes.

“Elijah,” Sean whispered with a smile before leaning his forehead against his lover’s. The young man let his hand move to idly caress the soft, creased skin flanking Sean’s eyes with the pad of his thumb. Sean’s own hands were busy twining damp strands of Elijah’s hair around his fingers. For a long moment the two men just stood quietly, absorbing the long neglected and denied effects one another’s presence had on each other when they were alone.

“Lij, I need to talk to you about…” Sean broke off nervously, closing his eyes and leaning into the soothing touch of Elijah’s fingers. Anxiously clearing his throat, Sean continued only after pulling his hands away from Elijah and looking at him in the eye as he spoke in a whisper. “About how we have to…behave in New York City.” Elijah’s hand fell from Sean’s face to rest limply against the fabric pulled over his tense shoulders. “Even though Chris won’t be there, Viggo will…and, despite how much he doesn’t want to, he will talk to Christine about any ‘infractions’ on our behalf…” A sudden pang of guilt and searing rage coursed through Elijah as he heard Sean’s words. Frustrated, he tipped his head back, banging it against the stall wall before conceding with the slightest of nods and a strained whimper of, “I know.” There was nothing Elijah could do to go against Christine’s will if he wanted Sean to have a quick divorce. With his head still tilted up towards the ceiling an aggravated moan slipped unchecked from between his parted lips.

“Uhhhgg, Sean!” Unsure what he meant to communicate through the low whimper, Elijah allowed his body to slump into Sean’s safe embrace. In the end he decided that it was an unadulterated plea made out of desperation and vulnerability; begging shamelessly for any solid proof that he still had Sean’s love despite loosing his physical touch and presence. In the back of his mind he knew that anything Chris was going to put them through it would be worth it just for one embrace from Sean’s warm, all-encompassing arms.

Fists pressed lightly against Sean’s chest, Elijah buried his face in the crook of the older man’s neck. Sean’s back gently bumped against the opposite side of the stall as Elijah snuggled closer, seeking comfort in Sean’s compliant arms. The younger man felt the soothing, methodic stroking of Sean’s hand caressing the nape of his neck as the older man placed feather-light kisses to Elijah’s temple while cooing comforting words in hushed tones.

Pushing all thought and reason out of his mind Elijah decided to take advantage of his opportune moment alone with his writer and slowly began trailing wet kisses up the column of Sean’s throat. Unsure when he would get another chance like this, Elijah couldn’t help but smile as he felt Sean’s breathing hitch. His lips lingered along the throbbing pulse straining against tanned skin, nipping gently at the flushed flesh. Sean’s fingers tightened their grip at Elijah’s nape just as the lobe of his ear was pinned gently between shining white teeth. With painstaking detail, Elijah made his way to Sean’s lips with nips along the older man’s stubble dusted jaw line.

The soft glide of the restroom’s swinging door being pushed open was drowned out by Elijah’s bag colliding against the stainless steel stall as Sean pressed him up against it, gripping the back of one of the young man’s thighs as he shifted it to rest high on Sean’s hip. Even as his head began to spin from lack of oxygen, Sean didn’t hear the quiet slapping of tennis shoes against tile. Only until the thick British accent cut through their thoughts did Sean and Elijah jump away from one another, gasping as their backs slammed against opposite sides of the cramp stall.

“Oi! Mates, you better get outta there before your babysitter catches you two naughty boys necking.” Dom’s teasing warning saved both men a world of trouble because once they all left the bathroom together they found that the entire cast and crew was scattered about their gate in half asleep masses; including an ever vigilant Viggo who had obviously already had his coffee.

With a deft flick of his ankle Elijah managed to kick open the thin plastic lid covering the aircraft toilet. After taking one last puff of cloven smoke, he tossed the remains into the toilet and flushed. He began to wave his hands through the cloud that had accumulated in the small cabin in an attempt to dissipate the smoke. Finally satisfied when all the smoke had spread through the air and thinned out, the young man slipped the batteries back into the appliance and fixed it back to its former glory. Holding his breath for a moment, Elijah waited until the little red light started blinking once more and was thankfully not accompanied by a blaring siren.

“Sir, are you alright in there?” Elijah froze as the well-practiced inquiry sounded muffled in his ears. Thinking quickly, he pulled the small bottle of cologne from his pocket and uncapped it. He responded with a distracted, “Peachy!”, speaking over the quiet sprits of cologne covering up the distinct scent of cloves. Once he’d placed the cologne back in his pocket he took a deep breath and unlocked the lavatory door. Greeted with a concerned face, Elijah put on a forced smiled and thanked the flight attendant for her concern and managed to slip past her. Before he returned to his seat he noticed the opposite lavatory was already in use. As soon as he got back to his seat he realized why - both Billy and Dom’s seats were unoccupied. Cocking an eyebrow with a bittersweet smile, Elijah shook his head before securing the metallic clasp of the aircraft lap belt. After getting comfortable in the thinly padded seat Elijah, leaned his head back to look past Viggo, casting his sleep deprived gaze back at Sean’s seat.

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“Alright guys!” Sean’s voice just barely carried over the roar of Manhattan mid-day traffic as his cast and crew stood in the heart of Time’s Square. “All we’ve got is an hour long window to shoot these two scenes so let’s be efficient.” For legal purposes the police had quarantined off the block of sidewalk where the scene would be shot so the filming would remain uninterrupted. Unfortunately Victoria, their producer, had only been able to arrange for an hour long period of time in which to have a stretch of cement on one of the busiest streets in the country reserved just for their filming. However, both scenes they would be shooting that day were short and hopefully would not need more than one take. If all went as scheduled the cast and crew would only need to spend the weekend filming in the swirling metropolis know fondly as the “Big Apple.”

The first scene to be filmed on Saturday was one in which Orlando, Elijah and Anne were sizing up the building their syndicate had targeted for Fey’s first assignment. Both young men had been sent to accompany her in order to show the rookie the ropes of their very lucrative business. It was just a crane shot from the sidewalk, scaling up the backs of the actors legs into a long shot of the ominous building towering over them. There was little dialogue in the scene but it was key to laying down the parameters of the plot. It took only a few moments to wait for the right lighting but once the sun was hidden behind a thick cloudbank they started the cameras rolling. After two takes Sean was satisfied with the tone and called a final cut.

Now, after around twenty minutes of filming and waiting for the right lighting, the last scene to be shot in Time’s Square would be the last scene to be filmed between William and Patrick. The scene was a discussion between the two about Will’s new involvement in an assignment with both Orlando and Anne’s characters along with his confession to Patrick about his developing lust for Fey. Taking advantage of the rather long expanse of sidewalk reserved for them, Sean decided to have Viggo do a dolly shot so the cinematography crew could follow along with the movement of himself and Elijah as they walked down the street talking to give off the vibe of haste.

Suited up and ready for filming, Sean was conferring with his assistant director while Elijah waited “on set.” As he took one last drag on his cigarette, the thought crossed his mind that this would be the last shot he and Sean would be acting together in. Nearly choking on the inhalant of flavored smoke, Elijah realized that, other than Sean conferring with him about his character’s emotions in certain scenes, he would be losing his excuse to be close to his writer. Twisting his heel, the young actor crushed the still smoldering cigarette underfoot with repressed irritation.

“Sorry, Lij,” Sean breathed, pointing over his shoulder to the camera that had finally been fixed securely onto the moving dolly. Brushing off the delay with an understanding wave of his hand, Elijah let his hand skim gently over the soft fabric of Sean’s overcoat, just over the center of the older man’s heart. The soft touch was enough to put the faintest of smiles on Sean’s frantic face. He’s been going non-stop, riding one caffeine high after another ever since getting off the plane and heading straight for the nearest coffee vender in the JFK airport.

“It’s fine,” he added before giving the flustered director standing before him the once over. “You okay?” It was Elijah’s turn to be concerned for Sean and it bled through into his voice as he captured Sean’s gaze. Nodding vigorously, Sean smiled and turned back to his AD and gave him the thumbs up. Cameras rolling, Elijah slipped back into the comfortable skin of William as he began walking down the sidewalk, brushing past extras while Sean started walking a few seconds after him.

In the scene, Will was supposed to be energized and excited that his and Patrick’s plan was being set into motion thanks to the fact he got himself involved with his best friend’s assignment. However, he was also flustered because he was unsure of where he stood with the newfound object of his affection, Fey. Rolling all those emotions together into one big tangled ball, Elijah opened his mouth and laced his every word with suppressed emotions that seemed to speak volumes.

“Oh, and Pat,” he sighed, stopping abruptly to round on Sean, grasping the older man’s shoulders with a wistful look painting his face. “Then there’s Fey…” As he spoke the woman’s name, Elijah let his knees give way for a moment to emphasize exactly what her looks did to him. Elijah’s character, never being one for having a way with words, found himself unable to describe to his co-conspirator just how beguiling the looks of this young woman had affected him. Stumbling a bit for effect, Elijah pulled one of his hands from Sean’s shoulder to emphasize his grasping for the right words with small, agitated rotations of his wrist. “You have to see her with your own eyes to understand,” he finished with another longing smile.

As he listened to Elijah speak as Will, Sean cocked an eyebrow, knowing just what was going through his character’s mind - an intense serge of repressed jealousy. Schooling his face as Patrick would have, Sean went over the best way to deliver his next line as Elijah finished his last line with a smile. With one of Elijah’s hands still gripping Sean’s shoulder, the older man reached towards the back of his co-stars head.

“Just remember,” he began, hooking his fingers around the back of Elijah’s neck as he had so many times before, but for different reasons. With a small jerk forward of his head, Elijah lifted both his eyebrows as he listened intently to Sean. “You think with this, Will.” Sean paused to give another emphasizing tug on the nape of Elijah’s neck before pulling his hand away and gently tapping the side of the younger man’s throat. “Not,” his hand slipped down Elijah’s chest to grasp his belt buckle and give another quick jerk, pulling Elijah’s hips closer to him, “With this.” Before that moment Sean hadn’t gone over that part of the conversation before with Elijah and was rewarded with an honest flush that the crew thought was well practiced and perfectly timed. However, now that ‘their’ scene had been filmed a subtle nuance of suppressed lust and love laced Patrick’s motives as he let his fingers linger near Will’s belt buckle. Flush burning the back of his neck and tinting his cheeks a light pink, Elijah gave Sean a cheeky smile before turning on his heel to start their brisk walking conversation once more.

The rest of the scene went as planned, with both characters agreeing on the method by which they were going to exploit the syndicate William belonged to in order for them both to assume control and monopolize that particular business spanning over the entire island of Manhattan. A small pause in movement, thanks to Elijah turning back to talk with Sean, gave them just enough sidewalk space to finish their conversation before they reached concrete that was not reserved for them. Thankfully they only needed one take, allowing them to finish with time to spare in order to remove the camera from the elaborate dolly before the sidewalk was opened back up for public use.

Billy and Dom, who had not been needed to act that day but decided to watch, suggested that the cast and crew take a little tour of every open bar on the island. Once everything was stored away and all the cast members were out of their costumes, many of the crew members declined and opted to go back to the hotel. They all needed their sleep in order to be awake and alert for the late night shoot in Central Park at two in the morning. Elijah, yielding to his insomnia, decided to be dragged along, hoping that he might be able to take solace in several shots of tequila. When he heard Sean decline the offer a small part of him was relieved that he wouldn’t be faced with that tension, but a greater half was sad to not at least be in his lover’s presence.

“Lij, come on,” Dom implored as Elijah lingered on the sidewalk, gripping the taxi door as he watched Sean’s taxi speed off towards the hotel. Shaking his head, the young actor stepped inside the vehicle and pulled the door shut.

As one would expect, New York traffic lived up to its reputation and it was nearly dusk by the time the few cast and crew members walked into the first bar on their ‘tour’ of Manhattan. Making a beeline straight for the liquor, Elijah ordered the first thing that came to mind and downed it in no time.

For a while he was content to sit quietly and watch nameless faces swirl around him in a fruitless mass of desperate singles searching for their other half. He even found himself smiling when a few of his favorite songs started blaring in the speakers. After only a few drinks, Elijah let his mind wander back to what Sean might be doing at the hotel, how he might look sleeping peacefully like he had on the plane. Knowing that nothing good could come from those tormenting images; he turned his attention to Dominic and Billy. However, he soon found himself lost in the inane banter that Billy and Dom were caught up in; discussing just exactly what was the foreign substance that made the bottom of their glasses stick to the bar’s countertop.

“Guys…Guys?” Elijah called, slightly inebriated, over the blaring music. He felt completely out of place in the bar among the happy couple and several other cast members who were more than willing to hand out their phone numbers to locals. It had been a stupid idea to think he could hide from his problems inside a bottle of alcohol. Once getting Dom’s attention he walked up to where they sat. “It was really nice of you to invite me but I think I’m going to go back to the hotel to try and get some shut-eye…”

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No expense had been spared when it came to the hotel rooms for The Inevitable’s cast and crew. Several people were bunking together while both Sean and Elijah were forced to take separate rooms on either side of Viggo’s room, thanks to Christine sweet talking the young and susceptible Victoria. However, every one of the rooms on that floor had small balconies over looking the illuminated splendor of Central Park that was adjacent to the hotel.

Unable to sleep, Sean sat on the edge of his bed wearing an old pair of sweats and holding his script; double checking the scribbled notes about angles he wanted to use for specific scenes that would be shot later that night. Only one light was turned on in his room, casting a soft golden glow over the dull paper of his script. Glancing over his shoulder he saw that it was nearing nine o’ clock. Outside, the sky was completely pitch-black, save a few street lamps. He pulled his wandering gaze back to the script lying in his lap and tried to focus on his own the swirling cursive pen. Giving up on working for the moment, Sean tossed the thick stack of papers to the head of the bed and fell back onto the soft mattress with a heavy sigh. A few moments after throwing an arm over his eyes he heard the muffled chirping of his cell phone. With a moan and a sleepy “Shhhh,” he stood up and searched his pants pockets for the noisy object.

“Hello?”

“Go out on your balcony...” There was a suppressed excitement lacing the voice as Sean’s back straightened hearing the husky undercurrent.

“Elijah?” he asked, walking slowly towards the sliding glass doors that lead out onto his balcony. Rewarded with a small laugh, Sean was as sure as ever that it was Elijah on the other end of the phone. With a sharp intake of air as his bare foot touched freezing concrete, Sean looked over to where he thought Elijah’s balcony was. Thanks to the position of his room he could barely see anything beyond Viggo’s balcony, other than a faint blue light of a cell phone in use, but he knew that the street lamps below were illuminating his own balcony quite well.

“Nice sweats…” Elijah’s teasing voice came through the receiver of Sean’s flip phone as the older man took a seat in the plastic lawn chair the hotel had supplied for their balconies. Though he knew the young man would never be able to see it from the distance he was at, Sean flipped him a distracted middle finger as he focused on complaining about not being able to see Elijah.

“It’s not fair, you can see me but I can’t see you…” He heard a quiet laugh from Elijah, causing his brow to furrow in confusion, followed by a low, sultry whisper he could almost picture in elegantly formed words flowing from Elijah’s pale pink lips; “That’s the point, Sean.” A shiver ran down his spine hearing the intoxicating tone lingering in his younger lover’s voice.

“If you can’t see me then no one can object to this little...meeting outside of our ‘work environment,’ right?” Sean felt his heart soar understanding exactly what Elijah’s riddle of a sentence meant.

“I wish I could kiss you right now.” The rush of impulsive words spilled from Sean’s lips before he had a chance to curb his tongue. Even as he spoke a faint, familiar heat began to warm his ears as a flush ran up the back of his neck. Many times in the past Sean’s inability to think and process his words before he spoke had gotten him in trouble and now, as he allowed himself to speak his spontaneous desire, he winced unsure what Elijah would think of such a simple yearning. He was surprised when Elijah’s voice replied, a few exceedingly long moments later with undeniable vulnerability, sorrow and similar suppressed longing tangled all together.

“Me too, Sean…” There was so much longing and desperation heavily laden in Elijah’s voice that Sean’s heart broke a thousand times over for dragging the innocent young man into his downward spiral of a love life.

Pulling one leg close to his chest, digging his heel into the seat of the plastic chair, Sean pressed his cheek against his knee and watched the dim glow of Elijah’s cell phone fade into nothing as the young man appeared to turn away from him further into the darkness of his own separate balcony. As Sean closed his eyes he could picture the saline tear slowly slipping from between twin fringes of dusky lashes, clinging there for a moment before beginning its decent down a sharp yet softly skinned cheekbone. Finally the droplet would caress the span of Elijah’s face before dropping off the straight line of his jaw to create a small damp spot on his collared shirt.

From the receiver of his flip phone Sean was certain he heard a muffled sob followed by Elijah’s suddenly small and strained voice; spelling out just what had been on the young man’s mind ever since he realized today was his last to act side by side with his writer, “It’s almost over, Sean…”

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AN: *hugs and kisses just for best beta ever* stellahobbit! Thank you again. Oh and I just want to say a little hello to all the new people I recently found out are reading this story. *big hug and hello* And of course a big hug and thank you to everyone reading. :D (Now I have to get sleep for practice tomorrow; probably will take a while to reply to comments)

Comments

[ringbearer81.livejournal.com]

OMG! *squee* Sooo sad! *cries* I love this story! It's amazing! Describing the tear was absolutely brilliant! I like how real you've made the characters.
*sits in awe*
I love it! Can't wait for more. *hugs*

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Awww, *hugs back tight*. I'm very glad to hear/read that you liked the tear because I was having a little fun with that, *blush*. You're so sweet, thank you so much. *hugs again*

[wankers-fate.livejournal.com]

oh so happy!!! cant wait for more and chech your email you have like 4 or so form me and well i have really big news to tell you!!! but i need to call you its just to big to say over meail.

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Eeheheh *has already called and looked at e-mail*. Very, very cool...must rent it A.S.A.P. *hugs*!

[empressaurelius.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh.....this was AWESOME, of course. OMG I can't wait for more. These poor boys! *Clings to for comfort*

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Oh, *pets head* tis okee! Thank you very much, very glad to hear you liked it. :D *hugs tight*

[royalneptune.livejournal.com]

oh GOD. *cries* The part with the cell phone and the balcony and the sobbing...

Can't stand it. So heartbreaking. Which means of course your mission as a writer has been more then accomplished. You make your readers feel your characters pain.

Oy do I feel it. I need chocolate. ;) *G*

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Eeeep, *hugs tight for comfort*! What you said about making the readers feel the characters pain is very interesting because (since I'm such a nerd and remember this stuff) back in chapter 5 Lij tells Sean; "You need the scene...You want to evoke emotion, and that’s what this scene does...", about one of his 'heartbreaking' scenes. *wink*

Don't worry, for every action there is an opposite yet equal reaction. *hugs again and gives all her chocolate away...but is fresh outta porn...*

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

wonderful, as usual! i'm continually impressed with your ability to keep up with, not only the sean/elijah storyline, but also the storyline of sean's book. it's like reading two fics in one, really. brilliant job!

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Heheh, two for one! (Most bang for your buck *wink, wink*) I'm always happy to hear/read that you like the little side storyline because that's really my own little 'baby', hehe, if you know what I mean. Thank you very, very much. :D *hugs*

[slipperieslope.livejournal.com]

Dude! We spent almost this whole chapter in the john, I swear. OK, admittedly TWO johns but still ... not a complaint just an observation ; ) This is so poignant and you are milking it beautifully. My only disappointment was that I thought Elijah was going to be naked on the balcony - I think I am PMS!

TMI

LOL

Thanks so much - this is such a lovely angsty read and now I don't have to lurk!!!

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Ahaha, hmmm that's actually rather funny that we did indeed spend quite a lot of time in the john...it's like a theme. :D Oh, always glad to milk it. *wink* I'm ever so sorry to disappoint with a non-naked Lij but Sean wouldn't have been able to see him anyways...Thank you very much, *hugs tight*!

[carolina30363.livejournal.com]

Oh that was so intense, so beautiful!
I can really feel their pain to be apart and not to be able to stay really together!
Evil Chris!
But you are building such a great tension here, girl!
I really love your writing!
Wow

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

:D Oh thank you so much Caro! Glad you liked the building tension because it is always kind of challenging to write. You are just sooooo sweet! *huggles tight* Thank you again!

[neuling.livejournal.com]

ow.. love this chapter, it makes me want to cry seeing sean and lij so sad.

and I liked that little part with lij smoking on the plane *g*

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Eeeep, oh don't cry! *hugs tight* I'm really glad that you liked the little part with Lijah smoking on the plane. :D Heheh, thank you very much!

Late (as usual) but heart-felt (also as usual) ;-)

[frodosweetstuff.livejournal.com]

Hally writes yet another truly great chapter for the best Seanelijah series there is!!! *throws confetti*

Again, thank you so much for the wonderful bag moments!!! *wipes away tears of gratitude*

Uh-oh. toying with the zippers of his messenger bag . Hope Sean doesn’t get jealous. ;-)

“Blow me, you piece of shit,” he muttered the quiet taunt to the inanimate object
I don’t know how he does it, but Elijah makes even swearing sexy.... Love it how your Elijah is so close to the original. It’s only a small step from pissing into fountains to disabling smoke detectors and illegal smoking... ;-)

Oh no, if poor Elijah can’t sleep all the time we must be heading for some major breakdown soon! *looks worried*

As in the previous chapters, I love Elijah’s angst and insecurity – it’s so convincing. I can picture him so well. Love the concern both feel for each other – Sean worried about how Elijah is coping, Elijah worried about all the pressure Sean has to deal with.

Love the balcony scene – so close, yet so far. Great idea! Gives their current situation a little Romeo & Julia touch...

Many times in the past Sean’s inability to think and process his words before he spoke had gotten him in trouble
*smirk* It’s great that you make him not regret what he says in this case!!

Warning: Serious health risk! Do not try to imagine what it must be like being Elijah’s messenger bag - sandwiched between Sean and Elijah in THAT situation!
Aarrrgggh, too late...! Should’ve... *gasp*... read... *gasp*... the small print... uuuuunnnnngggghhhh... *dies*

Re: Late (as usual) but heart-felt (also as usual) ;-)

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Eeep, *blush*. Oh my, thank you so much Stef! You're so sweet, *hugs*. Very glad you liked the bag moments cause well you know you need a carry on item so I just thought...:D Hope Sean doesn’t get jealous, hehe oh don't worry about little Sean he accepts how much Ol' blue means to Lij. (Stef I think I'm losing it!)

Also very glad that you thought the illegal smoking was in character for Elijah...especially as you said, only a small step from pissing into fountains to disabling smoke detectors and illegal smoking.

Oh dear, don't worry about poor little Lij he does have Sean on his side (just not physically but Sean does have his ways to comfort without being physically there *wink*). I'm so happy that you think the way the angst is playing out seems to be working.

Balconies are fun, right? :D Oooo, gives their current situation a little Romeo & Julia touch...didn't think of that until you said it! Heheh, I can just keep on weaving more literature in this. *wink* Oh well of course I wouldn't make him regret speaking little desire to his Lijah. :D

Ahahahaha, oh you should have read the small print! I hope that didn't cause you any long term damage...:D

Thank you so much for (as usual) such a wonderful and (as usual) heart-felt comment! *hugs tight*

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK! THAT ICON!!!! *heartattack* There WILL be permanent damage if you keep going like that!! ;-) ...Wonder if Lij will mention Ol' blue in his acceptance speech...

hehe oh don't worry about little Sean he accepts how much Ol' blue means to Lij. (Stef I think I'm losing it!)
No no, you're fine. You only need to worry if Ol' blue starts talking to you. ;-)

Hally, have I been hugging you enough lately? I feel like I haven't so let me hug you *hughughughughug*. Ah, that's better. *smiles happily*

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Since I finished my popcorn ball my eyes are now flooded with years. *sniff* So heartbreaking...

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

Dear me! *hands tissue* I was afraid that might happen when I read your last comment...*cuddles* It'll be okee, don't worry!

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*blows nose* Every thing is better now. <3

[bluetears07.livejournal.com]

*grin* Glad to hear...read...it! :D