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The Disturbance	By : sylvanelfqueen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two- Changes

The first thing he noticed was that everything around him was dark. Not just nighttime dark, it was so dark that it was impenetrable. And it was silent, like a graveyard. A chill ran up his spine as he realized that he was still so cold that it ran to his very bones. Tendrils of ice crept around his feet, tentatively caressing the skin before slowly crawling upwards.

He shook his leg desperately, trying with all his might to dislodge it. It curled like smoke up around one leg, slowly climbing higher and higher. The feeling had already taken over his foot, making it feel like he was walking in snow, and was now brushing his ankle, gently lapping at the skin, freezing it.

“No,” he groaned as he tried to move away from the feeling. His legs felt like they were tangled up and he frantically kicked out until he was free. Then he ran.

He had no idea where he was going but he knew he had to get away. With no light, he stumbled over things in his path, bumping into solid objects that knocked him back a few paces before he tried again. As he continued to run, the icy tendrils, which had been halted in their climb, started to move once again, following him on his path. They were up over his ankles now, moving rapidly over his calves to his knees.

He shuddered at the feeling. His body temperature continually descending as the feeling ascended. By the time he finally came to halt in exhaustion, the tendrils were climbing over his hips. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he should continue to try to escape because he didn’t know what would happen if the feeling took over completely. The feeling of panic was quelled by the faint sound of crashing waves and the feel of soft sand beneath his toes.

Looking around, he could still see nothing but deep black, impenetrable darkness, but he knew he was on the beach. Taking a tentative step forward as the tendrils crept higher, he felt the gentle lap of water at his feet. The water was slightly warmer than the air, but it did nothing to take away the ice now flowing through his veins. The ocean seemed to make the tendrils calm their questing a slight amount as they seemed content to settle around his hips.

Desperate to drive back the cold, he moved forward in the water a few more steps. The tendrils didn’t recede any, but stayed right where they were. A few more steps were made, but still nothing happened. He let out an anguished cry in the darkness and started to collapse when light and warmth surrounded him.

Viggo sat on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on the TV as Orlando slept on the couch. He knew the younger man wouldn’t wake for sometime but he didn’t want to give into the jet lag just yet. Part of him wanted to go and cuddle up with his lover, spoon up behind him and soothe away any trace of distress. The other part knew better, however. The younger man needed his rest.

Pulling the throw down from behind him, Viggo settled back to watch the weather report. The sky outside was darkened with storm clouds as the hurricane moved ever closer to the islands. It looked like he and Orlando would have plenty of time to catch up among other things for the next few days as they would be stuck in the hotel. That didn’t bother Viggo one bit. Truth be told, he was anxious to help Orlando get back to sorts.

He remembered in vivid detail the call that had led him here. Johnny had called, and being a no bullshit kind of guy, told Viggo that he was needed down here. Everyone could see it, the way Orlando moped around, and the way he was always out surfing whenever he got the chance. The young man had started to get gaunt and pale despite the Caribbean sun, with dark shadows hovering under his tired eyes.

“Viggo. It’s Johnny.” His voice wasn’t as warm and friendly as Viggo remembered, but then again, when Johnny was concerned he usually lost that tone.

“What’s the matter? Is Orlando all right?”

“No, not exactly. I think you need to get down here right away.” Those words would forever stop his heart every time he recalled them. Millions of horrid thoughts tore through his mind as he thought of what could have possibly befallen his lover. “I know what your thinking, but its not that. He’s not hurt physically.”

“Then what is the matter?”

“He’s depressed. He hasn’t been eating or sleeping like he should. I’ve never seen him miss so many marks or lines. And talk about frustration. I’ve never seen him get so angry before for no good reason. He’s just a mess, Viggo. He needs you.”

And now he was here. Viggo swore a thousand times over on the plane that he would do whatever it took to get Orlando right again. Whether it was staying the entire time they were filming or country jumping until filming was over. Whatever the cost, he would pay it to make sure his lover was okay.

Viggo yawned as he turned his head to check on the man in question. Orlando was lying fast asleep on the bed, buried under the blankets. The younger man shifted slightly and groaned, lines of unease crossing his face. Viggo was about to get up when Orlando shifted again, this time kicking his legs around under the blankets until they were freed and hung limply over the side of the bed.

He must be dreaming, Viggo thought. Orlando was a deep sleeper and an active dreamer, which the older man found out the hard way. When there was no other sound or movement from the sleeping man, Viggo laid back on the couch and started to drift off.

“No!”

The call jolted Viggo upright from his half sleep. He looked around and watched as Orlando stumbled from the bed, his head hanging down to his chest as he made his way passed the couch. The younger man made no other sound as he moved, just disappeared around the corner of the suite.

Must be going to the bathroom, Viggo’s tired mind told him as he settled back down under the blanket. The sound of a door closing stopped that however as he heard the rattle of the chain. That sounded like the front door, he mused before it finally made sense. Orlando had left the suite! And wearing nothing but boxers!

Viggo jumped off the couch and hastily pulled on his ratty sneakers and grabbed the keys before he dashed down the hall. The elevators were nowhere near his floor so he flew down the stairs, ignoring the questioning looks passed his way as he went. As he emerged into the lobby, he looked around but there were too many crewmembers milling around. It looked like filming was over for the night and dinner was about to be served so there were way more people than usual.

He turned towards the hotel doors and saw a figure moving off in the distance towards the beach. Pushing his way through the crowd, Viggo ran outside. Beach chairs were littered about, covered in towels from sunbathers, creating a maze for the frantic man. Viggo grabbed a towel from a chair he passed, knowing that he would need it later to cover up his absentminded lover.

The figure disappeared on the path, but soon Viggo was free of the chairs and on the path. He could hear the pounding of the storm tossed surf as it crashed upon the sands and he could only hope Orlando wouldn’t go near them. Some how he knew better though. And as he emerged from the path, he saw the boxer clad figure standing in the hip high water.

“Lando!” he cried out over the waves, but Orlando never moved. Viggo ran down through the sand, desperate to save his lover as the young man gave out an anguished cry and started to collapse into the water.

Viggo grabbed his lover’s arms, pulling him back into his embrace as he backpedaled out of the water. Orlando shuddered in his arms and whimpered before he went almost completely lax. The body was pliant as the older man drug him up the beach a ways to safety. As he was laying Orlando down on the sand, the dark eyes focused and two arms wrapped around Viggo’s neck.

“Shhhh. You’re all right now, love. I’ve got you.” Viggo sat down in the sand and pulled the younger man close, wrapping the towel around his shaking shoulders. “What were you doing out here?”

“Cold.” Orlando muttered into Viggo’s neck as he tried desperately to pull warm from his lover’s body. He imagined he could still feel the icy tendrils as they snaked their way up his legs, freezing him body and soul as they traveled. “So cold.”

Viggo looked down and saw Orlando’s body quivering. Goose bumps covered his skin, his teeth chattered, and his lips had a bluish tint to them. He pulled the towel tighter around the man as he pulled him closer in his embrace. Viggo rocked back and forth slightly, running his hands up and down the younger man’s arms and legs, trying to heat them up. Finally, Orlando sighed and looked up. He wasn’t all that warm, but he was finally aware enough of what was going on.

“Why are we on the beach, Vig?”

The older man’s head snapped up at that, startling the man in his arms. “You walked down here. Don’t you . . .” his voice trailed off as he saw the confusion in the dark chocolate depths. “What do you remember?”

Orlando thought for a moment before he shrugged. “Lying down in bed I guess.”

“Babe, you got up out of bed and walked all the way down here. You must have been sleepwalking.” Viggo smiled gently. “Induced by stress I assume. Its okay. Let’s just get you back to the room. Dinner should be served soon.” He kissed the curls before moving to stand up. He wrapped the towel around Orlando’s waist, hiding the now see through boxers, and pulled his t-shirt off to cover up the younger man as they made their way back to the hotel.

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