Fic: Free Your Mind Part 7 (SB/VM, PG-13)
Title: Free Your Mind Part 7
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Warning: This is a complete and utter AU featuring Sean and Viggo as teachers. All in good fun.
Summary: Viggo gets fired. But why?
Previous parts can be found here.
He’d almost missed the message on his answering machine, had been up all night painting, and when he finally listened to the message, his boss asking him to come in early that morning, he had to rush to even make it to school in time.
He didn’t even have time to change so he ended up sitting in the principal’s office wearing exactly what Christopher had asked him not to wear anymore, because for some reason paint splattered jeans and political t-shirts weren’t appropriate attire for staff members. But he knew it didn’t matter, not any more, although Mr. Lee’s message had been perfectly neutral, Viggo still remembered the one person being asked to show up early to discuss urgent matters. That had been Dave Wenham, after he’d been indirectly responsible for blowing up the chemistry lab, and he had been fired during that meeting. Not that Viggo had done anything like that, not that he hadn’t considered it to be honest, but he knew it was only a matter of time and he felt strangely relaxed.
He tried to listen to what his soon to be ex-boss was telling him, but hearing familiar words like ‘standards that needed to be upheld’ and ‘donations’ he couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting off towards the painting he’d been working on earlier. There was something about it that just wasn’t right, but he wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was and it kept bugging him.
He tuned in again just in time to hear Christopher say, “And unfortunately I have no other option but firing you.”
Viggo nodded, relieved somehow that the decision that he kept avoiding had been made for him instead, now all he needed to do was figure out how to pay the mortgage at the end of the year.
“We’ll try to find a suitable replacement as soon as possible, and I hope you’ll stay on until we do.”
Viggo blinked. He’d expected to be fired, but he’d assumed that he’d get to finish the year, or at least the semester. No way was he going to be able to find a job that earned him enough money to pay for his house at such short notice. Hell, even Dave had gotten to finish the semester and he’d blown up the damn science lab. Maybe he should’ve paid a little more attention to what the man had been saying, would’ve been nice to know why he was being fired, apart from the fact that he’d pretty much ignored every rule in the book during his two year employment.
“The school board would be grateful if you’d be willing to stay on until we find suitable replacement, Viggo,” Christopher said, shooting Viggo an impatient look as Viggo had yet to respond.
Fuck the school board. And how ironic was it that the first time Christopher deemed him worthy of addressing him by his first name was right after he’d fired him?
Viggo shook his head, not believing what he was hearing and not knowing what to say. He could swallow his pride, take the crumbs that were being offered. Or..
“You know what,” he drawled, “I think you better get off your lazy ass and drag the first person you can find off the street. No doubt he’ll be more suitable for the job than I am, because, really, I don’t need this shit,” he pushed his chair back and got up, not daring to look back, fearing he’d get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he did, and rushed out off the office.
And it had been a lie, because of course he needed it, needed the money, not the job itself. Although he did like most of the kids, but he guessed they were probably better of with, well, an actual teacher. Now all he needed to do was get his stuff and get the hell out of here. He didn’t want to face any of his colleagues for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge right now, and he was relieved to find the teacher’s lounge already empty.
Wasting no time, he quickly packed up all his stuff, forcing himself not to think of the consequences of his spontaneous decision to tell off Christopher. All he really wanted to do now is get back home, open that bottle of scotch he’d been saving for a special occasion, and have a smoke. Which reminded him that he should pick up a pack of cigarettes on his way home, and the minute he thought that he spotted a pack by the water heater.
Well, it was only right to steal something from work when getting fired, wasn’t it? Besides, he was fairly sure that the owner wouldn’t mind that much, and, even better, if he did, he could always drop by again, couldn’t he? Not that Viggo actually wanted him to, but it would be kind of nice.
He shook his head to try and shake the foolish ideas that seemed to be ever present since Sean had appeared on his doorstep. He snatched the cigarettes off the counter and stuffed them into his back pocket. Decided to take the lighter as well solely because it enabled him to have a smoke on his walk back home. God knows he needed one.
Viggo briefly considered dropping by his classroom to see if there was anything there that he should take with him, but as he stood there, a box filled with all the stuff he’d gathered over the past two years, he suddenly felt tired. And somewhat lost, like he didn’t belong there any more. He probably never did anyway.
~
The news of Viggo getting sacked had spread quickly over the entire school and Dominic had been keeping track of all the crazy rumors that had been flying around. Elijah guessed Dom had also started a few of those rumors himself. He got some support for his theory later that afternoon, at Orlando’s house, when Dom said, “You do know who’s responsible for Viggo getting firing, don’t you?”
Orlando didn’t answer him, he’d been pouting ever since Beanie made him read the female part during drama class. He’d done a good job at it though, something both Dom and Elijah had found rather amusing. And of course they had been teasing him relentlessly ever since.
“Tell us, Dom. We’re dying to know,” Elijah said, dragging out the word and rolling his eyes theatrically.
“Beanie.”
That got Orlando’s attention and he looked up, his bottom lip no longer jutting out, and asked, “Really? Why’s that?”
“Because he could no longer deny my unmistakable talent, that’s why.”
Orlando groaned. “Not this again, Dom. So Beanie said you did well. Big fucking deal.”
“So, what you’re saying is that Beanie got Viggo fired so you could come in and save his precious play?” Elijah asked, trying very hard not to giggle.
Dom nodded. “Now I’m not saying the guy isn’t a complete arse. I’m just saying he’s able to recognize talent when he sees it.” The smug smile that accompanied those words earned him a smack on the head from Orlando.
“What you’re saying is that the fact that your this amazingly talented actor is the reason Viggo got fired,” Elijah stated dryly.
Orlando grinned and added, “And that makes you responsible for getting Viggo fired.” He shot Dom a mock-glare before saying, “Nice going, Monaghan.”
To Be Continued
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Totally not true, only entertaining myself.
Warning: This is a complete and utter AU featuring Sean and Viggo as teachers. All in good fun.
Summary: Viggo gets fired. But why?
Previous parts can be found here.
He’d almost missed the message on his answering machine, had been up all night painting, and when he finally listened to the message, his boss asking him to come in early that morning, he had to rush to even make it to school in time.
He didn’t even have time to change so he ended up sitting in the principal’s office wearing exactly what Christopher had asked him not to wear anymore, because for some reason paint splattered jeans and political t-shirts weren’t appropriate attire for staff members. But he knew it didn’t matter, not any more, although Mr. Lee’s message had been perfectly neutral, Viggo still remembered the one person being asked to show up early to discuss urgent matters. That had been Dave Wenham, after he’d been indirectly responsible for blowing up the chemistry lab, and he had been fired during that meeting. Not that Viggo had done anything like that, not that he hadn’t considered it to be honest, but he knew it was only a matter of time and he felt strangely relaxed.
He tried to listen to what his soon to be ex-boss was telling him, but hearing familiar words like ‘standards that needed to be upheld’ and ‘donations’ he couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting off towards the painting he’d been working on earlier. There was something about it that just wasn’t right, but he wasn’t able to pinpoint what it was and it kept bugging him.
He tuned in again just in time to hear Christopher say, “And unfortunately I have no other option but firing you.”
Viggo nodded, relieved somehow that the decision that he kept avoiding had been made for him instead, now all he needed to do was figure out how to pay the mortgage at the end of the year.
“We’ll try to find a suitable replacement as soon as possible, and I hope you’ll stay on until we do.”
Viggo blinked. He’d expected to be fired, but he’d assumed that he’d get to finish the year, or at least the semester. No way was he going to be able to find a job that earned him enough money to pay for his house at such short notice. Hell, even Dave had gotten to finish the semester and he’d blown up the damn science lab. Maybe he should’ve paid a little more attention to what the man had been saying, would’ve been nice to know why he was being fired, apart from the fact that he’d pretty much ignored every rule in the book during his two year employment.
“The school board would be grateful if you’d be willing to stay on until we find suitable replacement, Viggo,” Christopher said, shooting Viggo an impatient look as Viggo had yet to respond.
Fuck the school board. And how ironic was it that the first time Christopher deemed him worthy of addressing him by his first name was right after he’d fired him?
Viggo shook his head, not believing what he was hearing and not knowing what to say. He could swallow his pride, take the crumbs that were being offered. Or..
“You know what,” he drawled, “I think you better get off your lazy ass and drag the first person you can find off the street. No doubt he’ll be more suitable for the job than I am, because, really, I don’t need this shit,” he pushed his chair back and got up, not daring to look back, fearing he’d get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he did, and rushed out off the office.
And it had been a lie, because of course he needed it, needed the money, not the job itself. Although he did like most of the kids, but he guessed they were probably better of with, well, an actual teacher. Now all he needed to do was get his stuff and get the hell out of here. He didn’t want to face any of his colleagues for reasons he didn’t want to acknowledge right now, and he was relieved to find the teacher’s lounge already empty.
Wasting no time, he quickly packed up all his stuff, forcing himself not to think of the consequences of his spontaneous decision to tell off Christopher. All he really wanted to do now is get back home, open that bottle of scotch he’d been saving for a special occasion, and have a smoke. Which reminded him that he should pick up a pack of cigarettes on his way home, and the minute he thought that he spotted a pack by the water heater.
Well, it was only right to steal something from work when getting fired, wasn’t it? Besides, he was fairly sure that the owner wouldn’t mind that much, and, even better, if he did, he could always drop by again, couldn’t he? Not that Viggo actually wanted him to, but it would be kind of nice.
He shook his head to try and shake the foolish ideas that seemed to be ever present since Sean had appeared on his doorstep. He snatched the cigarettes off the counter and stuffed them into his back pocket. Decided to take the lighter as well solely because it enabled him to have a smoke on his walk back home. God knows he needed one.
Viggo briefly considered dropping by his classroom to see if there was anything there that he should take with him, but as he stood there, a box filled with all the stuff he’d gathered over the past two years, he suddenly felt tired. And somewhat lost, like he didn’t belong there any more. He probably never did anyway.
~
The news of Viggo getting sacked had spread quickly over the entire school and Dominic had been keeping track of all the crazy rumors that had been flying around. Elijah guessed Dom had also started a few of those rumors himself. He got some support for his theory later that afternoon, at Orlando’s house, when Dom said, “You do know who’s responsible for Viggo getting firing, don’t you?”
Orlando didn’t answer him, he’d been pouting ever since Beanie made him read the female part during drama class. He’d done a good job at it though, something both Dom and Elijah had found rather amusing. And of course they had been teasing him relentlessly ever since.
“Tell us, Dom. We’re dying to know,” Elijah said, dragging out the word and rolling his eyes theatrically.
“Beanie.”
That got Orlando’s attention and he looked up, his bottom lip no longer jutting out, and asked, “Really? Why’s that?”
“Because he could no longer deny my unmistakable talent, that’s why.”
Orlando groaned. “Not this again, Dom. So Beanie said you did well. Big fucking deal.”
“So, what you’re saying is that Beanie got Viggo fired so you could come in and save his precious play?” Elijah asked, trying very hard not to giggle.
Dom nodded. “Now I’m not saying the guy isn’t a complete arse. I’m just saying he’s able to recognize talent when he sees it.” The smug smile that accompanied those words earned him a smack on the head from Orlando.
“What you’re saying is that the fact that your this amazingly talented actor is the reason Viggo got fired,” Elijah stated dryly.
Orlando grinned and added, “And that makes you responsible for getting Viggo fired.” He shot Dom a mock-glare before saying, “Nice going, Monaghan.”
To Be Continued