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24 January 2010 @ 03:15 pm
Orlibean one-shot "A Shift in the Usual"  
So, for doylebaby who requested orlibean, I give you what some people requested when they read What to do when you're doing hard time, the one-shot with Eric's POV about Sean and Orlando in jail together.

Here is the prequel to that story.

So enjoy!


Title: A Shift in the Usual
Pairing: Orlando/Sean
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Reference to violence and some swearing
Summary: Prequel to my Orlibean standalone "What to do when you're doing hard time." This shows how Orli came to be in the cell block.


Disclaimer: I don't own these boys. I would never suggest these boys are that sociopathic in real life.

Well, maybe Dommie...







Billy's POV


I remember the day things changed.

It wasn't a big change. Not like everything in the world as we know it would change forever.

But it was there. Something shifted and things were different.

Dommie was just as shocked as I was.

And like Dommie was always saying to me, "Billy, there ain't nothing that shocks me no more."

Dommie was always saying it like it was.

Dom was my partner in crime. If I had a soulmate (because it certainly wasn't that bitch of an ex-wife, God rest her soul), it would be him.

He was Butch to my Sundance. Starsky to my Hutch. Cagney to my Lacey.

Well, you get the idea.

How we enjoyed our adventures together! We had one of the best gigs going. Dressed as missionaries from the Church of Latter Day Saints, we would knock on some housewife's door (all dressed proper in our crisp white shirts and black slacks), and ask her if she knew about God's plan for her. The bird would always let us in with a sweet smile, usually flirting with myself or Dommie, and then we were in.

And oh the fun we had!

I had to admit though, I did get a wee bit tired of Dommie's always saying that cheesy line, "God's plan is that you're about to meet up with him right now!" after the women would let us in and Dom delivered the first plunge of the knife.

I told the nutter we should get a new line and Dommie in his usual way told me to shut it and get on with the slaying.

And slaying we did.

I always did love the color red.

Although, we did go through an awful lot of crisp, white shirts.

But see? This is what Dommie is always saying about me. I get off...what was it the yanks called it? Oh yeah, track.

I guess they came up with that saying because 'getting off track' meant that the train would derail and my ma always did say Dom and I were a train wreck in progress.

Well then, I guess the yanks were right.

But now I can't figure out what I was fucking talking about.

Oh yeah.

Sean.

Big Bad Sean Bean.

There was never a more cruel man in the cell block.

The bloke made us all look like Mary Poppins picking daises.

When Dommie and I first came to the wing, I walked up to Bean and introduced myself.

He got real quiet and then growled at me.

He growled.

At me!

Not a name. Not a shake of his hand. Not even a 'don't touch my stuff!'

The other blokes in the cell block told me not to take it personally as Sean never spoke more than five words every two months or so.

You would have thought the man a mute had it not been for his shout out at me and Dommie that one time with a loud 'Enough!' It had been enough to get every single man in the rec room to lower their voices if not stop talking at all.

I've had blokes tell me to shut up, in the most colorful way possible with several words and even fists to back them up.

But never one man with one word did I ever shut up as fast as I did that very day.

So did Dommie.

Then Dommie slapped me on the arm and told me to watch it around Bean even though the arsewipe were the one to start the whole argument.

Dommie's always getting me into trouble and then blaming me.

I remember this one time...

And there I go again. I really do need to learn to focus. I was talking about Bean and how the man never spoke, and when he did, it was serious.

It was always the same with this man.

But then one day, it just changed. That shift I was talking about earlier.

Had Dommie and those other two blokes, Bana and Viggo, not been there, I would have thought I imagined it.

They were televising the capture of the Casanova Cadavers' killer.

I guess he would be called Casanova but they didn't seem to want to use the name on him and just used his Christian name.

Orlando Bloom.

There the lad was, right there on the telly. Microphones shoved into his face, everyone wanting a statement, all pushing forward to get closer to the enigma standing on the courthouse steps.

And when one bold reporter took his microphone and held it up to Orlando Bloom, asking him if he truly was the serial killer who had murdered all those women, the lad from Canterbury cleared his throat and simply said, 'yes, I am,' in the most sweet sounding voice ever heard.

And just like that, after hearing the boy's voice, we all started talking at once. I said he seemed like a nice lad and would be fun to have around and Dommie said he was only a wee slip of a thing.

Viggo said he was too innocent looking and was just a kid while Bana said it was always the innocent ones you had to watch out for.

And what was Sean doing this whole time?

Well, that's the thing.

Sean was just sitting there, his eyes glued to the telly the whole time. I swear if I live to fifty, I would never have guessed that man to have taken an active interest in anything until that day.

And just as I was contemplating that, it happened.

Sean Bean, the man who barely ever spoke, and when he did, it wasn't something you wanted to hear, looked at the screen in something akin to wonder and said quietly, 'I think he's beautiful. And perfect. Perfect and beautiful.'

It got real quiet as we all stopped to look at Sean.

The man had broken his bi-monthly word quota in a space of half a minute.

And it wasn't just what he said, but how he said it.

Almost reverently.

I thought Eric would have fallen over had he not had the back of Viggo's chair to anchor him.

And Viggo? Well Viggo had a stunned look on his face right before it turned into a huge, knowing grin that fucker.

And Dommie just stared at Sean as if the man had suddenly sprouted a third leg out of his ear. I had to slap Dommie on the forearm just in case Sean took his attention away from the telly for a moment and decided to get upset with my friend.

Yeah, that was the first time I had seen it.

Life seemed to get back to the way it had been only things were slightly different.

Every time an update would show up on the screen about Orli's court appearances, Sean was there, glued to the telly, shushing anyone who dare speak a word.

Shushing us!

Despite the fact that Sean was the only one to take notice of these small news updates, during the televised clip of the actual sentencing, there was not one inmate who wanted to miss it.

All crowded around the telly, Sean right up front as usual, we watched as Orli stood up on the stand. When the judge asked him, as judges always do, if he had anything to say, to show his remorse for his numerous crimes and the path of destruction he had left for the victims' families and loved ones before going away for the rest of his life, locked away in a maximum security wing in a maximum security prison, Orlando Bloom looked back at the camera, his chin held high and said quietly and sweetly in that refined voice of his, "Do they have a telly there?"

While everyone in the court room was shocked and outraged by his flippant candor, his new family to be, which would be us, just laughed and high fived each other.

He would fit in well here.

And Sean?

Well, ole Sean, what can I say?

After Orli said that and smiled for the camera one last time, Sean did something that to this day, I thought I'd never see.

He smiled.

Not a huge beaming, light up the ward, smile. But a small quirk of the lips upward.

I've never been able to read Bean, but I'd have to say he had that look on his face, as if he were proud of the lad, admired his spunk.

Dommie told me I was daft later for thinking it, but I think ole Bean was excited about the prospect of the lad coming to stay here.

And it wasn't until later that week, where the lad finally did come to his last resting place.

We knew Bloom was scheduled to arrive in the next half hour.

I had walked by Bean's cell, planning on heading to the rec room with the rest of the guys when I stopped in my tracks.

There was Bean, the man who didn't smile, the man who never spoke, who never gave a shit what he looked like or what people thought of him.

But there he was, standing in front of the cracked mirror hanging on his wall (where he got it from no one knows since he didn't have one there before), combing his hair methodically, making sure each strand of hair was in its place. And when he put the comb down, Bean kept staring the mirror, checking to make sure his teeth was free of anything by running his tongue across the pearly whites (and white they were! He must have brushed his teeth three times).

When he was satisfied that his teeth and hair looked proper, Sean buttoned the top button of his freshly pressed, regulation prison issue shirt.

I left before he turned around.

And when it was time for our new family member to arrive, there was Bean sitting in one of the chairs in the rec room, his back ram-rod straight as you please, his hands folded together in his lap.

It reminded me of me when I was waiting for Shelly Jackson to ask me to dance the next dance with her when I was but a wee lad of thirteen. I was sitting there, waiting, dressed in my best clothes, and she turned around and asked that burker, Billy Cowl. Dommie came and sat down next to me and we decided to spike the punch with laxatives while throwing peaches at Billy's car in the parking lot.

And so help me God, if Sean didn't have that very look right now!

There was a sound in the distance, of one of the large barred doors sliding back and then slamming shut once more, followed by footsteps.

I watched as Bean lifted himself from the seat and shifted slightly, a nervous shift if I ever saw one.

I don't think anyone else noticed in the cell black. At that point, I don't think even Big Bad Bean himself cared.

So there we all sat in the rec room, waiting for the soft spoken boy who had made the news for quite some time in the past year, when the guard walked in first.

"Fresh meat," the fat guard sneered.

And Orlando Bloom walked in.

But he wasn't.

Meat that was.

He was one of us.

We took care of our own.

And as Orlando Bloom stepped through the doorway, the first face his eyes landed on was, yep you guessed it.

Sean Bad Ass, you-don't wanna-know-what he could do, Bean.

And even though I just about expected it, the rest of my fellow inmates didn't, Because you could have watched as every single chin drop as Sean stood up, walked over to the lad and extended his hand!

"I'm Sean. Sean..."

Bean was stuttering!

"Bean," Orlando finished. "I know you. I followed your story when it hit the telly. I read everything I could about you!"

"Yeah?" Sean smiled.

And that was the smile. The kind that could light everything up.

To tell you the truth, it was a wee bit scary.

"Yeah, why'd you use a pneumatic drill on your fifth victim though? Seems a bit odd," Orlando said as he scrunched his nose.

"All I had at hand," Sean shrugged.

"Cool," Orlando giggled.

And one by one, each inmate watched the interaction between the baddest of the bad and the new kid on the block.

Watched as they both smiled and giggled with each other while looking on adoringly into each other's eyes, whispering things none of us would ever be privy to.

If there were such things as soulmates, then I knew they had each found theirs.

When I told Dommie about it after lights out that night, he told me to shut it and get back to sleep.

Dommie was always like that, but I knew. Life was about to get a wee bit more interesting around the cell block.




The End



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Doylebaby: Orlibean - closerdoylebaby on January 24th, 2010 11:46 pm (UTC)
THe thought that they have been following each other's stories is hilarious. And big bad ass Bean is certainly a softy where Orlando is concerned.

Loved this, hon, thanks! :)
Maria: Sean Bean slave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
I know! LOL! I could actually see Orlando reading up about Sean on the internet, buying those true crime novels in the true crime section of Barnes & Noble...oooh! Plot bunny of another prequel to the prequel! Only this time with Sean exploits.

Yes, a softy where Orli is concerned - but ONLY where he is concerned.

Why you're welcome! :) And thank you.
ireth06ireth06 on January 25th, 2010 12:24 am (UTC)
Good thing Orlando was brought over to the same prison... or they would have never met!
Lovely hun, especially the POV! *G*

Hope there will be more of this, I love it!
Thanks for sharing!
*hugs*
Maria: Baby!Orli (Underage)slave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
Well, yes, it's the prison where they stick all of the people society can't handle even in other prisons. LOL!

I wanted to do a different POV this time and I thought our two favorite hobbits needed to be there. :)

Thank you and yes, there will be. I was thinking of a prequel to the prequel with Orli trying to find as much information as he could about Bean while committing his own crimes. Should be fun. *laughs evilly*
(no subject) - ireth06 on January 25th, 2010 11:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
Jackiejackieville on January 25th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
They are so perfect for each other!!! Love it!

*squishes and loves*
Maria: Baby!Orlislave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
Yes, they are, aren't they?

But let's leave them there, shall we. :) Thanks Jackie!
cerencae: unfettered joy1cerencae on January 25th, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)
Your fics have such a charming darkness about them.
I loved this!
Maria: Orlando stylingslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
Charming AND dark? LOL! I LOVE that! Thank you! You managed to say exactly what I always shoot for. :) Glad you enjoyed.
only_one_girl: pic#52564141only_one_girl on January 25th, 2010 04:26 am (UTC)
Geez I loved this! I was giggling and smiling myself at the end. Thanks for posting this! :D
Maria: Orlando stylingslave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:31 am (UTC)
Why thank you! Did you read the first one-shot I wrote? It makes a little more sense if you did.
(no subject) - only_one_girl on January 26th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
woowoochow on January 25th, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
great prequel,funny and scary at the same time.
Maria: Orlando Cute!slave_o_spike on January 25th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
Thank you! Funny and scary about sums me up to a T. :)
liriel1810 on January 25th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
I love it! Big Badass Bean is a smitten kitten! LOVED that it was from someone else's POV too. It's amazing what outsiders will notice.
Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 05:50 am (UTC)
And it had to be Billy! Because the poor lad can never keep his story on target. LOL!

Yep, really serious Sean is just pudding in Orli's hands. Thank you!! *smooches*
Dorian: mello assistdorian on January 25th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)
oh my God I LOVED this story so much and now there is more ! YAYYYYYYY !! I absolutely love these two when theyr're that bad.well, let's be honest : freaking psycho ! LOL Now I'm begging on my knees for more.pretty,pretty please...Aida
Maria: B/J cha cha chaslave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
Not psycho. Sociopath. A psycho doesn't know he's fucked up where a sociopath knows he's fucked up but just doesn't give a shit. LOL! There Psych 101 basics for ya. :)

I actually have a prequel for the prequel coming where it shows Orli reading up all he can about Sean on the internet and trying to form a letter to him.

Thank you Aida! *hugs you*
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Maria: blinking owlslave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
I try. I find it quite cathartic. :) Thank you!
Daphneduffy_60 on January 25th, 2010 02:32 pm (UTC)
I love your dark, macabre sense of humor. I guess that means that we're both a bit twisted -- but in a good way. :-)

Wonderful prequel, sweetie! And it's so good to see you writing. I have sincerely missed your style.

Later,
Daphne
Maria: B/J ILUslave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
If you love this bit, wait and see the next one! LOL!

Yep, writing again. It gets me thinking not just on the literary front, but helps keep me grounded in RL as well.

I just wish RL would allow me more time to write. :)

Thak you!!!
mistry89mistry89 on January 25th, 2010 04:06 pm (UTC)
I swear if I live to fifty..

A story that just shouldn't appeal to my HEA and all is right with the world attitude, but it does (and so does this prequel). :)
Thank you!
Maria: Baby!Orlislave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 07:42 am (UTC)
I remember now what HEA means. LOL! Thank you!

And I just posted the prequel to this, Letters to Sean. :) Enjoy!
alluranna: Battlealluranna on January 25th, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
It's hard to see Bad Ass Bean getting nervous about meeting someone, but at the same time not. I can just picture the two talking about their work while whispering their love and adoration for one another.

Maria: Orlando contemplatingslave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 07:43 am (UTC)
I know! I can picture it too.

And it's so beautiful...*sob*

Seriously, it's just as you say - hard to picture and yet it's not. LOL! We certainly make sense, don't we?

Thank you! I just posted the prequel to this "Letters to Sean."
blueskydancersblueskydancers on January 25th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
Great sequel and it makes sense that serial killers would appreciate each others work in this way... I guess... Overjoyed to find something new from you though - hope to see more soon

*hugs*
Maria: Baby!Orli (Underage)slave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 07:44 am (UTC)
Well, yes, they do appreciate each other. They've both have the same crossed wires. LOL!

Thank you and yep, I just posted the prequel t this, Letters to Sean so enjoy! *hugs and twirls you*
gattodorogattodoro on January 26th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
Ooh such sexy, sinister charisma, such fatal fascination - no wonder "the joint" is jumping.
Maria: Sean Bean slave_o_spike on January 27th, 2010 07:46 am (UTC)
The joint is certainly hopping. with all that eye candy around, psychos or not, I'd wanna be there.

Okay, they'd probably skin me and use my skin as a lampshade so never mind...

Prequel has been posted, Letters to Sean. Enjoy and Thank you!!!!
elfladyjeanne: boundelfladyjeanne on February 2nd, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
Lovely and dark, just the way I like 'em. Loved how Orlando was curious about the weapon of choice for Sean's victim. Can't wait to read another prequel.
Maria: Baby!Orli (Underage)slave_o_spike on February 13th, 2010 01:59 am (UTC)
Did you read the next two I wrote? Letters to Sean and A Game of One Upmanship?

Yeah, Orli is like that. Sean thinks its so cute. Then again, he thinks everything Orli does is cute. :)

Thank you!!!