title: momentum
pairings: eric bana/viggo mortensen, orlando bloom/richard armitage
rating: g
a/n: This takes places in afra_schatz 's boarding school AU and was written in response to her ficlet Moment. I inserted her fic in italics for better readability, only the none italic parts are mine!


Project oriented learning week goes very much like Aristotle's theory of dramatic structure. In case you didn't pay attention in Bernard's English Lit lessons, Aristotle says that in a five act drama the fourth must have a moment of final suspense, a moment where everything that can go wrong seems to go wrong and everyone is frustrated. Day four of the week, Thursday, is very much like that. Here are just four of the myriad of disappointments that pupils and staff members of JC have to face during that horrible day:

1 – The kids in Johnny's drama club complain very loudly over game night in the basement of Wellesley Manor that they didn't get any chance to act at all today. Johnny deemed them all unworthy and played all the roles himself, using a broomstick as the stand-in for the princess's love interest.

Karl tells them to stop whining and throw the dice already if they want to find out if the Axis powers or the Allies are going to win. At least the broomstick is called Orpheus, and so the whole project is much closer to the actual motto than that of Gerry's group is (which seems to be grooming ponies)

2 – Mikael Burdin and Jason Franks have a lover's spat in the gym's loo. It's nothing too bad, really, Jay just doesn't understand why Mikael suddenly won't jerk him off in the changing rooms anymore.

And isn't the fact that they are arguing about this a brilliant representation of the week's motto?

3 – Different to the common perception, Orlando is not in a good mood a day after he had amazing sex twice. Quite the contrary. His body and his brain keep telling him that orgasms are great – case in point: last night – and demand more. Subsequently, he is not good company. Everyone can attest to that.

Richard, on the other hand, is. There's an relaxed air to him all morning, and he smiles amicably at both his co-workers as well as the parents and even at the odd unsuspecting neonate. At 11:30 a.m. he is asked by nurse Penelope to 'go find someplace else to be and stop whistling, for heaven's sake, the babies are getting twitchy'. Richard spends the rest of the day grinning at his paperwork.

4 – Even though he searches all day, Eric can't find a word that rhymes with purple to finish his shower poem for the day. Stupid bi flag. Why doesn't it have red in it instead of purple? Eric has loads of words to rhyme with red. Like bed for instance. How's that for “Love throughout the centuries”?

Later in bed, he asks Viggo who furrows his brow and comes up with 'snircle' and 'curple'. Eric claims he made the second one up, but Viggo maintains that it's a Scottish word for some part of a horse and he's just forgotten which. Eric shakes his head and retrieves his phone from the floor to call Gerry. He's siding with Viggo, the bastard, and Viggo smirks at him when Eric hangs up, leans towards him to steal a kiss and then comfortably settles down next to him, only to wake him up two hours later and confess that he made up 'snircle'. Eric tells him to shut up and sleep, but without snircling into his ear, and Viggo laughs quietly and only snircles a little after he's gone back to sleep.