Convenience 1/1
Convenience
Title and chapter number: Convenience 1/1
Author: Saga ‘sagaluthien’ Chriztine
Rating and warnings: PG-13
Characters: Orlando, OFC - Trisha
Series/Sequel: Orlando/Trisha, sequel to ‘Registration’
Word Prompt: OWP- 47 home, fanfic100- 85 She
Progress: 30/100, 28/100
Word count: 1910
Beta: Kazlynh
Author's Note: I began this story over a year ago, it would have been written faster if it hadn't get caught in my first laptop. I had an old version of the story for my luck so I didn't lose all of it, but as it was the last story I had worked on I did lose some of it and that influenced my inspiration for the story. In the waiting for get it beta I got the time to work little more on it and I hope it didn't get as bad as I first thought. Anyway here it is now. By the way it hasn't anything with the real life to do. This is fiction and I only borrow a few for fun.
Author's note 2: I think there can come a third story to this, but I will not promise when.
Feedback: Who don’t want any?
Feedback address: saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Archive: ask first
Website: Saga’s world, when I consider it finished
Table: Fan Fiction100, One word prompt
Summary: A world is scattered, when you don’t have all information. Trisha put the man she thought she knew against the wall to explain what she had been witness to a few hours earlier.
I couldn’t stay home. After what I had seen earlier today I was disappointed, frustrated and I wanted to cry my eyes out. I had to know... had to know what exactly had happened. Why hadn't he said anything? Why had he married Her?
My heart drove was restless and I knew I wouldn't get any peace until I learned the truth about why he had done it. Didn't he know my feelings? What was I to him? Weren't we a couple?
I went to his place, not really expecting him to be home, but I just had to do it - learn the truth. It was only a few hours since I had seen them at the Town Hall, they would most likely be at a dinner or spending their first married hours together. I felt that I had to take a chance. I had to hear what he had to say. I had believed we had something good together, that nothing would ever come between what we had.
To my surprise, he was home: and home alone. Not totally alone… as his wild, little ‘Jack’ was there. I loved that dog and took my time making a fuss of him, though some of it was because I wanted to stall my confrontation with Orlando. I was, suddenly, nervous. I wasn't sure I was ready to learn the truth. I feared that I had lost him forever.
He was dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt. He looked as sexy as always. His brown hair was back to its usual, disordered way. I so much wanted to walk up to him, thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him… He wasn't mine any more, though…
He clearly didn’t know how to react to my presence, but he didn't try to throw me out. I was glad I wasn't the only one that obviously felt uncomfortable about what had happened. The world between us was no longer as it had been - we couldn’t be as open with each other as we had been.
His home wasn’t a big one. I knew it had been enough for him, but he was married now. He would probably need to find something else. I had always felt at ease there, almost as much as I was at home. It was a "studio apartment" comprising a small hall, a bathroom, a living/dining/sleeping space and a little kitchenette. He had only what he needed in it, but I hadn't wished for anything more.
I couldn’t imagine ‘Her’ here. She certainly didn’t fit. She was so different from him. She was so particular; designer clothes, perfect make-up and hair, wealth and everything - at least by reputation. I had never met her personally.
I couldn’t understand what he could see in her. The Orlando I knew and loved wasn’t one that fitted at all with her. He didn’t care about looks, money or fame. That he was a famous movie star, he took as a part of his work and tried to keep his private life separate. We knew both that it came with the work, and could accept it, but it didn't mean we liked it. He had accepted it more easily than I had done.
As an accessory to his new wife, his private life would become even less private. From what I knew of her, she really would do everything to be in the limelight. I winced thinking about it. Orlando had spoken several times to me about how invaded his life had become of people prying more and more as his stardom had risen. I don't think he had realized that things would get so… hysterical.
What we had was a more the normal, ordinary, down-to-earth thing. We could be ourselves, do whatever we felt like without thinking of consequences. I was very pleased at what we had developed. I had hoped that I had given him the refuge he needed from the 'Hollywood' life. I never sought attention or publicity, or strove to flaunt it like 'She' did. I thought he loved me for that.
When I had read the bits of paper my mother had given me, seeing what Orlando had written on them only strengthened my belief that what we had was more the right thing. We were the true couple, or had I just imagined that? I had to learn the truth, to find out if I had interpreted our relationship totally wrong.
When he didn’t say anything, I decided to go for the direct approach. I couldn’t wait one more minute. My sanity was on the line.
“What was that about at the Town Hall?" I demanded. "Why did you marry without telling me or even warning me!” My voice almost cracked and the next words choked out in a whisper, “I thought we were more than friends.”
“We are! That wasn’t a wedding…” He went silent as it dawned on him how it must have looked. “I’m such a prat…?”
I started to reply, but he continued, “I should have warned you and definitely told you about it.”
“What the Hell is going on?” I couldn’t stay calm much longer; my blood was boiling. This was so different from the man I loved and thought I knew.
“Let’s sit down. I'll explain it… I’m so fucking sorry.” Orlando said taking my hand to draw me in from the hall. “I should have done it from the beginning.”
I followed him the few steps into the apartment and then I sank down in his sofa. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it, but I knew I had too. If it wasn’t a marriage, what was it?
“Trisha… Trish, what you saw earlier today was a ceremony, but the ceremony was only for the public. It will only be for a few months.”
I moved away from him, chanting silently, don’t want to hear, don’t want to know, I don’t want to hear.
“There will be a registration, a piece of paper which says I’m married.” He couldn’t meet my eyes, "But the truth is that it is only for a little while and out of convenience.”
“Convenience of what?” I didn’t understand it at all. The ceremony had looked real enough.
The air was heavy. He stood up, going to the sink to pour a glass of water. Then he turned, leaning against the wall. All I could do was to wait until he explained the whole thing.
“There are several reasons why our agents insisted we do it. First you have to know I wasn’t fond over any of them. I understand why they wanted us to do it… I wanted to do the right thing." I saw how he fiddled with the glass and let the water go round. “I shouldn’t have listened to them. I’m so naïve and so stupid to believe their bullshit.”
I wanted to tell him that the last thing I thought he was, was stupid or naïve, but couldn’t. I waited, saying nothing until he answered my question.
“Kate… There was a problem with her visa… She wasn't going to be able to work here. According to her agent it was something more than just paperwork. When we had been seen out together and the papers had reported us as "a couple"… they saw a temporary solution.” He paused and drank some of the water. “They thought that since we are trained to act we would be able to play… a loving, married couple for as long she has to be here. They also said it would help both our careers… that we are an awesome, good-looking pair.”
I was, to say the least, taken back. Who did those agents think they were, messing up other people’s lives so? It was unbelievable that they would do it, but I had seen it. I knew that sometimes Orlando could be weak if he was pushed enough and tempted.
“Why didn’t you say that you didn’t want to do it? What did they offer?” I didn’t think he would just do it without them having offered something he wanted in return.
He sank down to the floor, hanging his head. Softly, he replied, “You're right, as always, they did offer me the chance of more hot film roles in what they think would be blockbusters... Promote me to get the leading roles and more money.”
It most had been a lot if he had fallen into that trap, though I could understand him wanting to take the chance to stay on the top. I was so lost for words that I didn't say anything. The time passed and neither of us moved. Even little Yalo had lain down, curled up beside me.
"I'm sorry. I'm a creep." Orlando whispered. "Would you be able to forgive me?"
I thought I loved him, but this had badly hurt me and the wound was too fresh for me to promise anything.
"Orlando, I don't know. I need to think about it."
The door opened. Kate came in. She looked at me and barely said "hi". Not knowing what Orlando had told her about me, I still thought she might ask who I was and what I was doing there. Being all but ignored by her like this, I didn't want to be there so I got up from the sofa.
"I'll take Yalo for a walk," I said, leashed him and quickly left the place.
Outside, the weather had changed. Kate might have warned me that it was raining. Not a light rain either, and in minutes I was soaked to my skin. I didn't complain as it fitted my mood. And I did love to walk Yalo.
Just walking around the neighborhood, I lost time. The heavy rain gave way to a light drizzle. There weren't many people out and I was relieved, considering the state I was in, that I didn't meet anyone. Thoughts went around in my head and I hadn't a clue to what to think or do.
Could Orlando really love me? Was he worth my love? How could he do this? The thoughts seemed to come back to the question of trust. At least I could be certain that Yalo still loved me. The rain had grown heavier again, hiding my tears when they finally started to fall. No matter what decision I would come to, I knew the next few months would be very hard months for me.
Finally, I found myself back at Orlando's. At least I could feel safe that he wouldn't notice that I had been crying. I hadn't come to any answer. Hopefully I would find one for Orlando soon.
"Oh, sweetheart, you should have taken an umbrella." Orlando scolded when I left Yalo with him.
"That’s okay. When has a little rain hurt me?" I tried to wipe some of the wetness from my face and not shudder.
"Shall I drive you home?" Orlando asked.
"I'm already wet so I'll walk." I replied. Handing the leash over, I turned my back and started to walk away.
"Trish, I'll call you." he shouted after me.
Sure you do, that. I thought. Whenever you feel like it.
I didn't fit into the arrangement of convenience that had taken place. And he hadn't even asked me, again, if I would be able to forgive him… or if "we" could continue.
***The End***
Title and chapter number: Convenience 1/1
Author: Saga ‘sagaluthien’ Chriztine
Rating and warnings: PG-13
Characters: Orlando, OFC - Trisha
Series/Sequel: Orlando/Trisha, sequel to ‘Registration’
Word Prompt: OWP- 47 home, fanfic100- 85 She
Progress: 30/100, 28/100
Word count: 1910
Beta: Kazlynh
Author's Note: I began this story over a year ago, it would have been written faster if it hadn't get caught in my first laptop. I had an old version of the story for my luck so I didn't lose all of it, but as it was the last story I had worked on I did lose some of it and that influenced my inspiration for the story. In the waiting for get it beta I got the time to work little more on it and I hope it didn't get as bad as I first thought. Anyway here it is now. By the way it hasn't anything with the real life to do. This is fiction and I only borrow a few for fun.
Author's note 2: I think there can come a third story to this, but I will not promise when.
Feedback: Who don’t want any?
Feedback address: saga_chriz@yahoo.se
Archive: ask first
Website: Saga’s world, when I consider it finished
Table: Fan Fiction100, One word prompt
Summary: A world is scattered, when you don’t have all information. Trisha put the man she thought she knew against the wall to explain what she had been witness to a few hours earlier.
I couldn’t stay home. After what I had seen earlier today I was disappointed, frustrated and I wanted to cry my eyes out. I had to know... had to know what exactly had happened. Why hadn't he said anything? Why had he married Her?
My heart drove was restless and I knew I wouldn't get any peace until I learned the truth about why he had done it. Didn't he know my feelings? What was I to him? Weren't we a couple?
I went to his place, not really expecting him to be home, but I just had to do it - learn the truth. It was only a few hours since I had seen them at the Town Hall, they would most likely be at a dinner or spending their first married hours together. I felt that I had to take a chance. I had to hear what he had to say. I had believed we had something good together, that nothing would ever come between what we had.
To my surprise, he was home: and home alone. Not totally alone… as his wild, little ‘Jack’ was there. I loved that dog and took my time making a fuss of him, though some of it was because I wanted to stall my confrontation with Orlando. I was, suddenly, nervous. I wasn't sure I was ready to learn the truth. I feared that I had lost him forever.
He was dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt. He looked as sexy as always. His brown hair was back to its usual, disordered way. I so much wanted to walk up to him, thread my fingers through his hair and kiss him… He wasn't mine any more, though…
He clearly didn’t know how to react to my presence, but he didn't try to throw me out. I was glad I wasn't the only one that obviously felt uncomfortable about what had happened. The world between us was no longer as it had been - we couldn’t be as open with each other as we had been.
His home wasn’t a big one. I knew it had been enough for him, but he was married now. He would probably need to find something else. I had always felt at ease there, almost as much as I was at home. It was a "studio apartment" comprising a small hall, a bathroom, a living/dining/sleeping space and a little kitchenette. He had only what he needed in it, but I hadn't wished for anything more.
I couldn’t imagine ‘Her’ here. She certainly didn’t fit. She was so different from him. She was so particular; designer clothes, perfect make-up and hair, wealth and everything - at least by reputation. I had never met her personally.
I couldn’t understand what he could see in her. The Orlando I knew and loved wasn’t one that fitted at all with her. He didn’t care about looks, money or fame. That he was a famous movie star, he took as a part of his work and tried to keep his private life separate. We knew both that it came with the work, and could accept it, but it didn't mean we liked it. He had accepted it more easily than I had done.
As an accessory to his new wife, his private life would become even less private. From what I knew of her, she really would do everything to be in the limelight. I winced thinking about it. Orlando had spoken several times to me about how invaded his life had become of people prying more and more as his stardom had risen. I don't think he had realized that things would get so… hysterical.
What we had was a more the normal, ordinary, down-to-earth thing. We could be ourselves, do whatever we felt like without thinking of consequences. I was very pleased at what we had developed. I had hoped that I had given him the refuge he needed from the 'Hollywood' life. I never sought attention or publicity, or strove to flaunt it like 'She' did. I thought he loved me for that.
When I had read the bits of paper my mother had given me, seeing what Orlando had written on them only strengthened my belief that what we had was more the right thing. We were the true couple, or had I just imagined that? I had to learn the truth, to find out if I had interpreted our relationship totally wrong.
When he didn’t say anything, I decided to go for the direct approach. I couldn’t wait one more minute. My sanity was on the line.
“What was that about at the Town Hall?" I demanded. "Why did you marry without telling me or even warning me!” My voice almost cracked and the next words choked out in a whisper, “I thought we were more than friends.”
“We are! That wasn’t a wedding…” He went silent as it dawned on him how it must have looked. “I’m such a prat…?”
I started to reply, but he continued, “I should have warned you and definitely told you about it.”
“What the Hell is going on?” I couldn’t stay calm much longer; my blood was boiling. This was so different from the man I loved and thought I knew.
“Let’s sit down. I'll explain it… I’m so fucking sorry.” Orlando said taking my hand to draw me in from the hall. “I should have done it from the beginning.”
I followed him the few steps into the apartment and then I sank down in his sofa. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it, but I knew I had too. If it wasn’t a marriage, what was it?
“Trisha… Trish, what you saw earlier today was a ceremony, but the ceremony was only for the public. It will only be for a few months.”
I moved away from him, chanting silently, don’t want to hear, don’t want to know, I don’t want to hear.
“There will be a registration, a piece of paper which says I’m married.” He couldn’t meet my eyes, "But the truth is that it is only for a little while and out of convenience.”
“Convenience of what?” I didn’t understand it at all. The ceremony had looked real enough.
The air was heavy. He stood up, going to the sink to pour a glass of water. Then he turned, leaning against the wall. All I could do was to wait until he explained the whole thing.
“There are several reasons why our agents insisted we do it. First you have to know I wasn’t fond over any of them. I understand why they wanted us to do it… I wanted to do the right thing." I saw how he fiddled with the glass and let the water go round. “I shouldn’t have listened to them. I’m so naïve and so stupid to believe their bullshit.”
I wanted to tell him that the last thing I thought he was, was stupid or naïve, but couldn’t. I waited, saying nothing until he answered my question.
“Kate… There was a problem with her visa… She wasn't going to be able to work here. According to her agent it was something more than just paperwork. When we had been seen out together and the papers had reported us as "a couple"… they saw a temporary solution.” He paused and drank some of the water. “They thought that since we are trained to act we would be able to play… a loving, married couple for as long she has to be here. They also said it would help both our careers… that we are an awesome, good-looking pair.”
I was, to say the least, taken back. Who did those agents think they were, messing up other people’s lives so? It was unbelievable that they would do it, but I had seen it. I knew that sometimes Orlando could be weak if he was pushed enough and tempted.
“Why didn’t you say that you didn’t want to do it? What did they offer?” I didn’t think he would just do it without them having offered something he wanted in return.
He sank down to the floor, hanging his head. Softly, he replied, “You're right, as always, they did offer me the chance of more hot film roles in what they think would be blockbusters... Promote me to get the leading roles and more money.”
It most had been a lot if he had fallen into that trap, though I could understand him wanting to take the chance to stay on the top. I was so lost for words that I didn't say anything. The time passed and neither of us moved. Even little Yalo had lain down, curled up beside me.
"I'm sorry. I'm a creep." Orlando whispered. "Would you be able to forgive me?"
I thought I loved him, but this had badly hurt me and the wound was too fresh for me to promise anything.
"Orlando, I don't know. I need to think about it."
The door opened. Kate came in. She looked at me and barely said "hi". Not knowing what Orlando had told her about me, I still thought she might ask who I was and what I was doing there. Being all but ignored by her like this, I didn't want to be there so I got up from the sofa.
"I'll take Yalo for a walk," I said, leashed him and quickly left the place.
Outside, the weather had changed. Kate might have warned me that it was raining. Not a light rain either, and in minutes I was soaked to my skin. I didn't complain as it fitted my mood. And I did love to walk Yalo.
Just walking around the neighborhood, I lost time. The heavy rain gave way to a light drizzle. There weren't many people out and I was relieved, considering the state I was in, that I didn't meet anyone. Thoughts went around in my head and I hadn't a clue to what to think or do.
Could Orlando really love me? Was he worth my love? How could he do this? The thoughts seemed to come back to the question of trust. At least I could be certain that Yalo still loved me. The rain had grown heavier again, hiding my tears when they finally started to fall. No matter what decision I would come to, I knew the next few months would be very hard months for me.
Finally, I found myself back at Orlando's. At least I could feel safe that he wouldn't notice that I had been crying. I hadn't come to any answer. Hopefully I would find one for Orlando soon.
"Oh, sweetheart, you should have taken an umbrella." Orlando scolded when I left Yalo with him.
"That’s okay. When has a little rain hurt me?" I tried to wipe some of the wetness from my face and not shudder.
"Shall I drive you home?" Orlando asked.
"I'm already wet so I'll walk." I replied. Handing the leash over, I turned my back and started to walk away.
"Trish, I'll call you." he shouted after me.
Sure you do, that. I thought. Whenever you feel like it.
I didn't fit into the arrangement of convenience that had taken place. And he hadn't even asked me, again, if I would be able to forgive him… or if "we" could continue.
***The End***