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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: Flyiith ith Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: 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: A big red truck has never provided a better excuse...

Chapter 25

As it turns out, it wasn’t all that hard to get Beanie alone, as the Leopard-man had offered us an easy route out.

“Viggo? I am really sorry, but do you mind if we cut this dinner short? Eric has some really amazing news he wants to share with me…I need to go right now. He’s bouncing off the walls.”

Mr Leopard-man? Mr Growling-I-am-holier-than-thou-Leopard-man? Bouncing off the walls? In happiness? I thought he only had one emotion – perpetual anger with hackles raised.

But this works out perfectly. I should get some answers in no time at all once I get Beanie somewhere quiet. Except first,ave ave to act upset that my god is leaving. Well, I don’t actually have to act that much since I am a little disappointed.

“But Orlando, can’t you go meet him later?”

He casts an apologetic look at me that would have granted him anything, even my son if he wanted a hormonal twenty-year old who likes painting his nails black.

“I am so sorry…Eric sounds really excited and…I have to admit I want to know what’s got him so worked up.”

Time for the sad Viggo face.

Bingo. My god looks helplessly to Beanie for help, but instead, receives a careless hand flicked at him.

“Ignore the old grouch. He’s just faking it. That’s his patent ‘poor-sad-wounded-Viggo’ look. If he really is upset, you really wouldn’t be able to tell, since he’ll hide it with a smile.”

Damn that Beanie. I have no secrets when he’s around.

“Fine…have fun. And be sure to report back with any good gossip.”

“Get the gossip from Beanie, then Eric can’t get mad at me for spilling the beans again. I have a mouth like a sieve.”

Eh? How would Beanie know?

I look over at my fri friend who in turn shrugs back. My god is pulling on his coat with Crutch-man/bodyguard/Kurt’s help, but doesn’t miss our looks of confusion.

“Did I not mention? Eric’s thrilled to hear that you’re here with me, Sean, and wants you to come along too. He mentioned that his news can be shared with you.”

Great. What does that tell us?
My tMy talk with Beanie is going to be somewhat delayed if he leaves with my god to meet the Leopard-man.

2. Evil Leopard-man likes Orlando and wants to reveal some kind of good news.

3. The obnoxious Leopard likes and knows Beanie, and wants my best friend to know of said news.

4. Stupid Leopard-man doesn’t like me and doesn’t want me to know about his damn little secret.

Well you know what? I don’t want to know it. If d a d a secret, I wouldn’t tell him either. And if I appear to be sulking, it’s for a totally different reason.

Now I am really curious. Damn Leopard-man.

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I seize the opportunity to talk to Beanie as soon as I can, which arises when we reach the carpark. Most people think it suave to have a well-dressed valet bow to you as they open your car door and efficiently park your car for you.

Me? I am paranoid about my truck, and won’t let just anybody touch my darling Tooter. She and I have feelings, and she hates it when others lay a hand on her. Beanie can’t understand that, and thinks it’s a major ‘faux pas’ to park your own car, but it’s never stopped me before.

Tooter presents me a great excuse to drag my reluctant agent away with me to drive her over to where my god and Crutch-man are waiting. It’s true that I don’t want Orlando to over-exert himself on his crutch, my poor baby. I only have a few precious minutes to dig what I can out of Beanie, but it should be enough to satisfy my curiosity for now.

“Tell me quickly, why did Eric hire Kurt to follow Orlando around?”

Beanie looks hesitantly back at Orlando who is hinghing us head away, before sighing softly.

“Viggo, don’t you think this is a conversation you should be having with Orli? I don’t think this is something I should get into – ”

It’s rude, but I know where he’s going with this and just have to interrupt. We don’t have thath tih time.

“You think I haven’t tried that? He won’t tell me. And I hate pushing him about something so touchy.”

“Then respect that and let him come to you when he’s ready.”

“Beanie…you’re my closest friend. If I know what’s wrong, I can better help him. Tell me. If not for me, then for Orlando at least.”

We’ve reached my truck and Beanie stops to look closely at my face. I hope he finds what he’s looking for. Though widening my eyes and clasping my hands together in the prayer position probably wouldn’t hurt either.

“Viggo…you’re my best friend too, despite what I say at times. I really want to help…but I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“Please, Beanie…” I wheedle one last time, “you’re the only one who can help me at this point. I really need answers, I am dying he

He fixes me with a stern look and I realise that was probably the wrong route to go, so I hastily try another tactic.

“Look, no details. Just a brief outline, that’s all I am asking for. And when Orlando’s ready, he can fill me in.”

Brushing his hair impatiently from his eyes, Beanie shrugs.

“I don’t know how you always get me to agree to your blasted ideas and suggestions. Fine. But no details. Just enough to shut you up since you played the ‘but you’re my best friend, Beanie!’ card.”

Yes! I knew I could wear him down. Sean Bean looks like your typical macho man with his muscles and buns of steel…but it’s only a cover. Inside, he’s not all that macho – but rather smushy like a hot roasted marshmallow. Malleable and sweet, though he’s constantly trying to hide it with jokes and snide remarks.

“Thank you, thank you, I owe you big time.”

“Nah, what are best friends for, if not to torture. And you know I would have told you in the end. You have a way of getting things out of me.”

“I know, it’s my one talent. But you just like making me work for it.”

He’s such a sweetheart it almost makes me regret the time I made him eat that atrocious mess of chicken with chocolate and avocado. Well, not quite, but I am feeling pretty guilty. Wait a second. He was the one who dragged Orlando and I to this ER restaurant with the crazy disease foods, though he had promised I wouldn’t need to make any more appearances at ‘hip’ places for at least a year. Great. Guilt all gone now.

“Care to let us in the car first?”

In my glee at getting so close to answers, I hadn’t realised at all that we’re still standing next to my truck talking.

“Yeah, let me find Tooters’ keys…”

“I can’t believe your stupid truck has a name.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“No, but her name is. And why don’t you get a cooler car? Other rich artists drive BMWs or Ferraris…and you’re in this old beat up truck you won’t even let the valet touch.”

“Shut up, Tooters can hear you!”

He mumbles under his breath but doesn’t say anything else as I unlock my baby and we climb in.

“Hurry. Talk.”

“Okay okay…I am assuming you know about Hristo?”

I nod distractedly as I rev up the car.

“I’ve heard a little about that abusive bastard. What has he got to do with this?”

“Well, he is the reason Orli used to shy away from people, but it was particularly bad when he came to visit Eric on set. He would visibly flinch whenever he saw Hristo around – it was obvious he actively avoided him too. No one said anything out right, we all knew he had physically and mentally abused the poor boy.”

“Wait a second. Hristo was with you, Orlando and Eric on Troy?”

That comment earns me a surprised look from Beanie.

“We really have to get you out more into the real world. Yes, we all worked together on the film, and it was extremely uncomfortable. Though Orlando was no longer with Hristo at the time, Eric was always really defensive of his boyfriend and that was when Kurt was hired. Hristo would make malicious comments about Orli and bad mouth him to anyone who would listen. I honestly thought Wolfgang was going to fire us all, the atmosphere was so tense and uncomfortable.”

“So Kurt was Orlando’s bodyguard.”

“Yeah…he followed Orli around all the time, whether Eric was there or not. But that’s not the biggest clincher.”

Bastard Beanie decides to pause here for dramatic effect and waits for me to beg him to continue. I manage to hold onto my pride for a full three seconds before I give in and plead.

“And? What is it? Come on! Don’t do this to me! We’re here now.”

True enough, we’re pulling in at the pavement where my god is already making his way over.

“Hristo plays Eric’s brother in the movie…the pretty boy, the naïve Paris.”

“Oh wow…I can imagine the tension between the two loving ‘brothers’.”

Beanie manages to add in a remark just before my prince opens the door, and my mouth falls open in disbelief.

“That’s not what I was talking about. Hristo took the role of Paris…the character that was originally meant for Orli.”

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