Someone's Child II
Title : Someone's Child II
Author : dalehead
Pairing : VigBean
Rating : NC-17 - this is not pretty. Not a deathfic but maybe not happy ever after either. Loosely based on the BBC drama Five Daughters
Summary: There is nothing glamorous in this job.
A/N : This is for Jess and Bon.
“Where the hell have you been?” Sean is bug eyed with tiredness. “I got home and there was no sign of you ... I thought ... “ his voice breaks. “How could you be so fucking thoughtless?”
“Me? Me thoughtless? What about you? You didn’t come home, you weren’t home, I thought ... I thought...” his voice is cold with rage. He is at the end of his tether.
“Switch the light on.”
“What?”
“Switch the fucking light on.”
Viggo switches the light on. He sees Sean’s face and gasps. “What happened?”
“Bastard tried to get away without paying, he thumped me, so I thumped him back and took his wallet. Luckily he was too fat too chase me,” Sean grins. “Look,” he shows Vig a wad of money.
“Are you mad? Suppose he goes to the police. Suppose he comes back looking for you and his cash?”
“He won’t; he isn’t from around here and I left him his cards and all that crap. Bet he’s married, bet he doesn’t want to make a fuss in case his wife finds out about it.”
“You can’t do that Sean,” Viggo is so angry he can’t speak, suppose he was the murderer? Or worse, suppose he bloody well goes to the police?”
“I told you...”
“Yeah well, give me some of that stolen cash, I’ll go see Jed, get some milk and stuff and Sean?”
“Yeah?”
“If you ever do that again to me ... come back late ... steal ... put yourself in danger, we’re finished.”
“Vig...” Sean realises at once that Viggo means it.
“The reason I’m here, here on these streets is because I got greedy, I pissed off people I shouldn’t have pissed off. I saw a dead girl today, that skinny one, Susie I think her name was, remember? The one whose kids were taken off her, the one whose husband got banged up and hanged himself? Her, it was her. And you know Sean? I’m fucking scared.”
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” when Viggo is right, Sean always takes him seriously. Viggo knows he is aware of how dangerous the situation is right now, that neither of them need to court any more trouble. Viggo grunts, goes to the tin where they keep their money and takes some out.
“I’ll see you later...” he needs to get out, get some air.
“Hiya Vig,” it’s Rose from across the street. She walks over to join him. “I’m just off to work, you need a lift anywhere?”
“No thanks, I need some air.” Viggo grins. He adores Rose, a no nonsense nurse, a one parent family, a woman who never judges him or any of the working girls and boys who live so near.
“Come over later? I need a hand to put together Tina’s wardrobe,” she smiles. “And I’ll feed you both tonight in return?”
“Oh yes,” a meal from Rose is not to be sniffed at. She manages to make the cheapest cuts of meat taste amazing and she always gives them enough for two meals each. “I’ll be over before I go out.”
The smile fades from Rose’s face. “Viggo, please don’t go out, not until they’ve caught the murderer, please...”
“We have to eat.”
“You have to inject that shit,” Rose hardly ever swears. “Into your body you mean,” she sounds more sorrowful than angry. “You know there’s that centre, next to the library?”
Everyone knows about the Clean Start Centre. There have been numerous petitions against it yet still it is open as a drop in centre for those trying to kick drugs. The guy who runs it is uncompromising. He will help you, support you and be there for you but if you break the rules, ie go back to the drugs then you’re out. His regime is too tough for many but those who stick with him frequently get back on the straight and narrow, more importantly, they stay there.
“I’m fine ... we’re fine...” Viggo mutters. He can feel Rose’s eye on him. “Honestly, we’re really okay.”
“If you say so,” the note of sadness in her voice makes Viggo feel almost guilty.
“Don’t ... please...” he replies quietly. “I know you’re right but I’ve got, we’ve got enough to worry about...”
“Selfish ... ” the scorn in Rose’s voice hits Viggo and he blanches. “Sorry Viggo, I have to go, I’ll see you later.”
“You still want ...”
“Yes of course I do, but I have to go now,” Rose says no more but Viggo knows she’s seriously pissed off. He doesn’t blame her.
“Laters,” Rose says no more, lets him go. Viggo can feel her eyes on him as he walks down the street towards the dealer du jour. This one has lasted longer than some, is less bent than others. He doesn’t take too much advantage of them, offers to pimp them both out any day they like. Sean claims if they ever say yes, Jed’ll piss his pants; Viggo is not so sure. It may be his imagination but he fancies he sees a hungry look in Jed’s eyes when he looks at Sean. He shrugs off the feeling. They need their shit and as of right now, they’ve no other place to get it.
“Viggo my man,” Jed appears from the side door of the pub where he holds court for the two hours a day he deals. The rest of his time is spent running his girls and his other nefarious activities. He always gives Viggo the feeling of a chicken under the watchful eye of a fox. He hands over his money.
“Where’s your blond bombshell?” Jed takes an age to find what Viggo needs. “I hope you’re keeping him safe and sound, Viggy. That boy could make me a lot of money.”
“He’s not your anything and he isn’t a boy in case you hadn’t noticed,” Viggo mutters, he hates Jed sometimes.
“No but one day you and him will realise that I can look after you and you’ll come and see me and...”
“When hell freezes over,” Viggo has had enough. He snatches the little packets that keep him and Sean in Jed’s thrall and throws some money at him. The greasy notes fall to the floor.
“Pick it up...” Jed is no longer messing; there is menace to his tone, a menace that reminds Viggo that he needs to take this man very, very seriously. He bends down’ picks the notes up and hands them to Jed.
“Now fuck off and next time you need some shit, send the blonde bombshell,” Jed turns away, goes back inside. Their audience is over and Viggo hurries away. Today Jed is making him feel slightly nauseous, eve more ill at ease with himself and the mess they’ve got themselves into.
By the time he gets home, Sean is asleep. Now would be a good time to go over and put Rose’s wardrobe together. He is tempted to get back into bed though and succumbs to the need to press against Sean’s warm body, to inhale Sean’ scent that is never quite masked by the dirt and sex neither of them can ever wash off. Muttering something, Sean reaches for Viggo’s hand, holds it over his heart and is asleep before he ever really wakes up.
For the first time that day, Viggo’s mind is quiet. It doesn’t take long for him to fall into an uneasy slumber.
When he came to, Sean was up, getting ready for his first fix of the day. He has prepped Viggo’s syringe for him. It’s his thing. He says no one does shit like he does shit. And in a strange way, Viggo likes that he does.
“Your equivalent of making my dinner isn’t it?” he always laughs. Today all he can manage is a smile.
“What’s up?”
“I’m scared. I’m scared I’m gonna get killed or worse you are, I’m scared of what might be waiting out there for me, for us.”
He sits up, reaches for his belt. The only thing that stands between him and total despair is that syringe. He gets out of bed.
Later, he’ll go fix the wardrobe, later they’ll decide whether either of them need to go out; there’s enough money to last them a few more days. Maybe they’ll have even have caught him by then?
Sean switches the radio on; they’ve identified the girl from this morning but worse, two more have gone missing.
Viggo glances at Sean.
“We don’t have to go out tonight, nor even tomorrow,” Sean sounds braver than he probably feels, Viggo can see the fear in his eyes. “We don’t need to think about till then, kay?”
“Kay,” Viggo feels the needles slides effortlessly into his flesh, moments later he is suffused with a feeling of contentment as he sees the ceiling above him open up and he gets that glimpse of heaven.
Soon enough he’ll come back to earth with a thud but for now, he and Sean are quiet, basking in the quiet of this brief time when neither fear nor cold nor hunger can touch them.
TBC
Author : dalehead
Pairing : VigBean
Rating : NC-17 - this is not pretty. Not a deathfic but maybe not happy ever after either. Loosely based on the BBC drama Five Daughters
Summary: There is nothing glamorous in this job.
A/N : This is for Jess and Bon.
“Where the hell have you been?” Sean is bug eyed with tiredness. “I got home and there was no sign of you ... I thought ... “ his voice breaks. “How could you be so fucking thoughtless?”
“Me? Me thoughtless? What about you? You didn’t come home, you weren’t home, I thought ... I thought...” his voice is cold with rage. He is at the end of his tether.
“Switch the light on.”
“What?”
“Switch the fucking light on.”
Viggo switches the light on. He sees Sean’s face and gasps. “What happened?”
“Bastard tried to get away without paying, he thumped me, so I thumped him back and took his wallet. Luckily he was too fat too chase me,” Sean grins. “Look,” he shows Vig a wad of money.
“Are you mad? Suppose he goes to the police. Suppose he comes back looking for you and his cash?”
“He won’t; he isn’t from around here and I left him his cards and all that crap. Bet he’s married, bet he doesn’t want to make a fuss in case his wife finds out about it.”
“You can’t do that Sean,” Viggo is so angry he can’t speak, suppose he was the murderer? Or worse, suppose he bloody well goes to the police?”
“I told you...”
“Yeah well, give me some of that stolen cash, I’ll go see Jed, get some milk and stuff and Sean?”
“Yeah?”
“If you ever do that again to me ... come back late ... steal ... put yourself in danger, we’re finished.”
“Vig...” Sean realises at once that Viggo means it.
“The reason I’m here, here on these streets is because I got greedy, I pissed off people I shouldn’t have pissed off. I saw a dead girl today, that skinny one, Susie I think her name was, remember? The one whose kids were taken off her, the one whose husband got banged up and hanged himself? Her, it was her. And you know Sean? I’m fucking scared.”
“Babe, I’m so sorry,” when Viggo is right, Sean always takes him seriously. Viggo knows he is aware of how dangerous the situation is right now, that neither of them need to court any more trouble. Viggo grunts, goes to the tin where they keep their money and takes some out.
“I’ll see you later...” he needs to get out, get some air.
“Hiya Vig,” it’s Rose from across the street. She walks over to join him. “I’m just off to work, you need a lift anywhere?”
“No thanks, I need some air.” Viggo grins. He adores Rose, a no nonsense nurse, a one parent family, a woman who never judges him or any of the working girls and boys who live so near.
“Come over later? I need a hand to put together Tina’s wardrobe,” she smiles. “And I’ll feed you both tonight in return?”
“Oh yes,” a meal from Rose is not to be sniffed at. She manages to make the cheapest cuts of meat taste amazing and she always gives them enough for two meals each. “I’ll be over before I go out.”
The smile fades from Rose’s face. “Viggo, please don’t go out, not until they’ve caught the murderer, please...”
“We have to eat.”
“You have to inject that shit,” Rose hardly ever swears. “Into your body you mean,” she sounds more sorrowful than angry. “You know there’s that centre, next to the library?”
Everyone knows about the Clean Start Centre. There have been numerous petitions against it yet still it is open as a drop in centre for those trying to kick drugs. The guy who runs it is uncompromising. He will help you, support you and be there for you but if you break the rules, ie go back to the drugs then you’re out. His regime is too tough for many but those who stick with him frequently get back on the straight and narrow, more importantly, they stay there.
“I’m fine ... we’re fine...” Viggo mutters. He can feel Rose’s eye on him. “Honestly, we’re really okay.”
“If you say so,” the note of sadness in her voice makes Viggo feel almost guilty.
“Don’t ... please...” he replies quietly. “I know you’re right but I’ve got, we’ve got enough to worry about...”
“Selfish ... ” the scorn in Rose’s voice hits Viggo and he blanches. “Sorry Viggo, I have to go, I’ll see you later.”
“You still want ...”
“Yes of course I do, but I have to go now,” Rose says no more but Viggo knows she’s seriously pissed off. He doesn’t blame her.
“Laters,” Rose says no more, lets him go. Viggo can feel her eyes on him as he walks down the street towards the dealer du jour. This one has lasted longer than some, is less bent than others. He doesn’t take too much advantage of them, offers to pimp them both out any day they like. Sean claims if they ever say yes, Jed’ll piss his pants; Viggo is not so sure. It may be his imagination but he fancies he sees a hungry look in Jed’s eyes when he looks at Sean. He shrugs off the feeling. They need their shit and as of right now, they’ve no other place to get it.
“Viggo my man,” Jed appears from the side door of the pub where he holds court for the two hours a day he deals. The rest of his time is spent running his girls and his other nefarious activities. He always gives Viggo the feeling of a chicken under the watchful eye of a fox. He hands over his money.
“Where’s your blond bombshell?” Jed takes an age to find what Viggo needs. “I hope you’re keeping him safe and sound, Viggy. That boy could make me a lot of money.”
“He’s not your anything and he isn’t a boy in case you hadn’t noticed,” Viggo mutters, he hates Jed sometimes.
“No but one day you and him will realise that I can look after you and you’ll come and see me and...”
“When hell freezes over,” Viggo has had enough. He snatches the little packets that keep him and Sean in Jed’s thrall and throws some money at him. The greasy notes fall to the floor.
“Pick it up...” Jed is no longer messing; there is menace to his tone, a menace that reminds Viggo that he needs to take this man very, very seriously. He bends down’ picks the notes up and hands them to Jed.
“Now fuck off and next time you need some shit, send the blonde bombshell,” Jed turns away, goes back inside. Their audience is over and Viggo hurries away. Today Jed is making him feel slightly nauseous, eve more ill at ease with himself and the mess they’ve got themselves into.
By the time he gets home, Sean is asleep. Now would be a good time to go over and put Rose’s wardrobe together. He is tempted to get back into bed though and succumbs to the need to press against Sean’s warm body, to inhale Sean’ scent that is never quite masked by the dirt and sex neither of them can ever wash off. Muttering something, Sean reaches for Viggo’s hand, holds it over his heart and is asleep before he ever really wakes up.
For the first time that day, Viggo’s mind is quiet. It doesn’t take long for him to fall into an uneasy slumber.
When he came to, Sean was up, getting ready for his first fix of the day. He has prepped Viggo’s syringe for him. It’s his thing. He says no one does shit like he does shit. And in a strange way, Viggo likes that he does.
“Your equivalent of making my dinner isn’t it?” he always laughs. Today all he can manage is a smile.
“What’s up?”
“I’m scared. I’m scared I’m gonna get killed or worse you are, I’m scared of what might be waiting out there for me, for us.”
He sits up, reaches for his belt. The only thing that stands between him and total despair is that syringe. He gets out of bed.
Later, he’ll go fix the wardrobe, later they’ll decide whether either of them need to go out; there’s enough money to last them a few more days. Maybe they’ll have even have caught him by then?
Sean switches the radio on; they’ve identified the girl from this morning but worse, two more have gone missing.
Viggo glances at Sean.
“We don’t have to go out tonight, nor even tomorrow,” Sean sounds braver than he probably feels, Viggo can see the fear in his eyes. “We don’t need to think about till then, kay?”
“Kay,” Viggo feels the needles slides effortlessly into his flesh, moments later he is suffused with a feeling of contentment as he sees the ceiling above him open up and he gets that glimpse of heaven.
Soon enough he’ll come back to earth with a thud but for now, he and Sean are quiet, basking in the quiet of this brief time when neither fear nor cold nor hunger can touch them.
TBC