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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- 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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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
ingsings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: Petty jealousy, brain tumours and phone calls...

Just came back from Singapore! Had a great time there, so sorry for the delay. But lookie! I've written the next bit, and it's longer than usual! A whole 2000 words. I am spoiling you guys...

But in a way, I thought you deserved it, since the first half of this chapter is more about the development of the relations between characters than anything really 'new' happening. =)

Enjoy!

Chapter 24

I can’t help but feel a little left out as Beanie and my god chatter away like old friends, but they’re so happy I can’t find it in me to interrupt their reunion. As we’re heading out my apartment and waiting for the lift, Orlando is babbling happily away to my agent who has a friendly arm around his shoulders.

It should have been my god and I, plus Beanie. Instead, it feels like Orlando and Sean, plus Viggo. I feel like a third wheel, standing behind the two of them.

Petty jealousy. I’ve had about three weeks with my prince, and I am even stingy about him spending time with a friend he hasn’t seen in months. Add to that, said ‘friend’ is also my best friend and agent. This is unjustified petty jealousy.

The crazy thing is, as I slide over into the driver’s seat of my beat up truck and the pair are still laughing over an inside joke, I realise I have not yet worked out where they know each other from and where they’ve met their mutual friends.

“So,” I start as casually as I can, “how is it that my best friend and boyfriend know each other? Should I start looking for a new agent and another gorgeous boy to date?”

There goes the ‘peeing to mark his territory’ imagery – might have been a blunt and unsubtle way of telling Beanie to back off and Orlando to pay me more attention, but it works as they finally seem to realise I am still here.

“I am so sorry, Viggo, we must have been ignoring you,” my god exclaims.

Beanie has claimed the front passenger’s seat, and Orlando is therefore sprawled across the back by himself. He sits up now wraps his arms around me and the seat, twisting around the headrest to rub his head affectionately against mine.

It’s hard to be annoyed when he’s being so cute and one of his hands slide down to playfully tickle my sides.

“Orlando!”

He’s giggling now and mollifies me with another head-to-head tap.

“Poor Viggo-Wiggo feels neglected, doesn’t he?”

Beanie is going to hurt himself, laughing so hard. Or I’ll do the hurting for him.

Trying to take the attention away from my less than delicate intrusive comment, I nudge Orlando back.

“Let go of me…I can’t drive with your arms wrapped around me like this.”

To prove my point, I struggle in his embrace as Beanie reaches over and pretends to take over the wheel.

“Nope. I like it here.”

To make his point, my cheeky prince cuddles closer, rests his head on my shoulder and his hands slide down to clasp on my belly. If he keeps this up, tomorrow’s newspaper headline is going to read ‘Eclectic artist kills art agent and world’s most perfect man by slamming truck into tree.’

Luckily for all of us, Beanie values his life and decides to stick up for me for once.

“Orli, you better let him go. He’s an old man, you know. Don’t want to accidentally cut off his windpipe or something. I still need him and his little paints to pay the bills.”

Although I can’t see it, I can sense the pout on my beautiful god’s face as he slides away from me, content to stick his head inbetween the two headrests and watch the two of us.

“I am hungry,” he announces suddenly.

“We’re almost there.”

“Where are we going, anyway?”

“You wait and see, o impatient one,” my agent smirks, “just you wait and see.”

~~~

I realise this is no ordinary restaurant the moment we walk in. I’ve never been here before, and would not have found this place even if I had been given a map, Beanie’s directions were so complicated.

The ‘restaurant’ is decorated as an ER operating theatre and what appear to be nurses walking around with trays, reveal themselves to be waitresses as a slim blonde doctor approaches us with menus. This place is certainly bizarre, especially when I flip open the menu to find a list of diseases.

“What is this place?”

Beanie looks smug as he casually waves the ‘doctor’ away.

“This is the latest fashion in dining. If you’re anybody important, you will be seen here.”

Great, it’s one of those places, is it? My agent has been dragging me around for years now, to all the hip and ‘in’ spots in the hopes that I will be seen with the ‘right’ kind of crowd. I am sick of it and under normal circumstances, I would make my irritation known, but Beanie must have realised that and deviously flicks a finger in Orlando’s direction when I glare at him. Damn him. He knows well enough I wouldn’t cause a scene with my god sitting there looking enthusiastically around.

At least the sight of my prince makes me feel slightly better. He’s clearly enjoying himself, grinning while pointing out a skeleton in the corner to Beanie, animatedly waving the menu around when he spots something exciting.

Fine. I can deal with waitresses playing dress up and I’ll even eat at what looks like an operation table. But I am still going to quarter Beanie when I manage to get him alone.

~~~

It is finally revealed to me while in the middle of my ‘open heart surgery’ (sirloin steak with mushroom sauce – don’t ask me how they name these things, I don’t know), a response to question I posed over an hour ago in the truck.

“Orlando and I met…on ‘Troy’.”

Troy. Are they talking about Homer’s Iliad?

“The Iliad?”

The two of them give me identical blank stares until Orlando breaks the silence.

“Yeah…the movie.”

There was a movie?

Beanie is rolling his eyes playfully at Orlando.

“Don’t mind the old man. He can quote you the Iliad, but won’t be able to tell you who plays Hector.”

“Hey! I know who Hector is. He’s the eldest son of Priam and Hecuba – ”

I stop abruptly when I see a huge grn Ben Beanie’s face.

“See?”

Orlando cracks up.

“Aww, Viggo…we’re talking about the movie. Eric plays Hector.”

What are they going on about? I am sure I am right. Hector, brother of Paris – slaughtered and mutilated by Achilles…wait a second.

“Eric? Eric who?”

“Eric Bana. Orlando’s…friend.”

I suppose Beanie’s being diplomatic by calling Leopard-man a friend, and not ex-boyfriend as he knew it would probably raise a discussion he did not want to be present for. Actually, it’s probably because he doesn’t know that Orlando and I have already had this talk.

“Yes, I know they used to…date.”

“Yeah, and…of course I’ve heard of Eric from his work on ‘Full Frontal’, but I hadn’t met him before.”

My god is nodding knowledgably along and I imitate him although I have no clue what they’re talking about. I really don’t follow television or mainstream movies. They just don’t interest me. So it’s rather a shock to realise that Leopard-man is actually a pretty well-established actor.

“You know Eric…?”

“Yeah, Orlando used to…stay with Eric while we were filming.”

What?

“Filming? What are you talking about?”

Probably the wrong thing to say as Beanie puts down his cutlery and adopts his ‘I am a patient father who will not yell at his children’ tone of voice. My god only smiles at us, amused by our interaction.

“Viggo, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there’s a new form of entertainment called a ‘movie’. To make these ‘movies’, actors are hired to ‘act’, and directors film these things. They used to be silent, but they’ve since discovered the technology to add sound to these motion pictures.”

Noticing the scowl on my face, Beanie stops with his nonsense and pushes hastily on. “Do you remember the period when I took off to Malta about a half year ago?”

Hmm…let me see. It’s starting to come back to me now. He mentioned something about an epic on the sand…? Thought that meant he was going on a holiday with a thousand other tourists and would be fighting for space to stick up his beach umbrella.

I nod cautiously for him to continue and Beanie goes on.

“I don’t act anymore, as you know, but I got sent a script with a sort of small cameo part I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to tell you about it, because I could tell you’d fire me so I could pursue acting again.”

He knows me too well. I would have wanted him to go back to hctincting and quit his dreary job as my agent. It’s no big secret that Beanie loves acting with a passion and has unquestionable talent. The pressure and stress of success was too great for him though and he retired from the Hollywood scene at the peak of his performing career. I hadn’t realised he’d made a small comeback on the acting scene, and I can’t deny that I feel a little hurt he didn’t share the news with me. It’s as if I am keeping him from his dream.

My emotionst bet be easy to read from my expression because my best friend hurriedly reassures me with a pat on my hand.

“Viggo…I love being your agent. And I hate the anxiety and burden of the Hollywood scene. This works great for me – I did just enough screen time to satisfy my acting bug and I am ready to go back to being your dedicated and fantastic albeit slightly annoying agent.”

“Fine. But you still should have told me. I want to see this film now.”

It’s a nice relief to have the tension broken as all three of us chuckle.

“I wear a skirt in it. I am never going to let you see it.”

This is getting better and better.

“A skirt? Who did you play? I bet you were the bastard power-hungry Agamemnon.”

Odd, but Beanie looks almost insulted.

“I’ll have you know, I was the one who came up with the idea for the horse!”

No way.

“You were Odysseus??”

Come to think of it, I can see it, muscular and tanned Sean ordering the Greek army to build a huge horse out of wood. Not that I would ever admit that.

“Excuse me, sirs.”

We are interrupted and expecting to see the nurse/waitress at our side, I jump upon coming face to face with the Crutch-Wielder. How did he find us here? Did he follow us?

“Kurt?”

My god is looking questioningly with a raised eyebrow as the man steps forward and offers him a mobile phone.

“It’s Eric. He’s been trying to contact you on your own phone but you’re not picking up, and he suspects you forgot to bring it with you.”

Orlando nods in acknowledgement and takes the extended phone.

“Won’t be a second.”

And with that, Orlando gets up from the table with Kurt’s help but waves away help as he walks slowly alone on his crutch to the restaurant entrance, resulting in Kurt standing awkwardly beside his vacated seat.

Sean has since picked up his cutlery again and is diligently slicing up his dish of ‘brain tumour’, so I am shocked when makes pe coe conversation with the Crutch-man.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, Kurt. How have you been?”

“I’ve been very well, Mr Bean, sir.”

“Always good to hear. Still looking out for our dear friend, Orli?”

A brisk nod of the head before Kurt excuses himself as well and heads off in the same direction my god disappeared in.

I waste no time at all in questioning Beanie.

“You know him?? Kurt?”

“Of course I do. How can you be dating Orli and not know who Kurt is? He’s practically his damn shadow!”

“I realise that. But why is he following Orlando around?”

Beanie is looking more puzzled by the minute.

“Because that’s his job! It’s what Eric pays him to do.”

My god is returning to our table with Kurt trailing him, and it cuts our hushed conversation short.

But I know one thing. If Orlando has something he wants to hide from his past and won’t tell me…maybe I can find out through Beanie.

Now it is only a matter of getting Beanie alone and away from my god so I can grill him for long overdue answers.

TBC...

How was Do Do you think you're getting answers in the next chapter? Honestly, would Beanie reveal anything? *Feels it compulsary to sing loudly and offkey, 'I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW!!'*

So happy to receive such great responses to Orli demanding wine in the teddy mug. Since you all loved 'cute' Orlando so much, I had him cuddling up to Viggo around a car seat. For some reason, I find that endlessly endearing!
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