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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/
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: Cookies are a kind of prozac for kids, I am sure…

Explanation: This is a sort of...apology for the joke that I had 'ended' the fic after Chapter 29 when Orli got on the plane and left. It that went sooooo badly wrong! It was supposed to be a little thing that made a few of you whine, in which I would spring out as the hero and declare that I had more. But...umm...I got a slightly more...dramatic response and I felt really terrible.

This is my apology! A little fluff thing looking back at the time when Viggo and Orli were still happy and together. Doesn't contribute anything, it's just a feel good snippet from their life earlier on before they realised they were to be parted.

It is dedicated to all the readers on the mailing list Viggorously because...I didn't even get to mention that it was a joke to them and they wrote me the most heart-wrenching reviews and comments.

Please accept my humble apologies and small offering:

Interlude: Olli Googie

"No, Jack..."

My god is exasperated and I don't blame Nor Nor do I blame Jack his frustration.

"DUN WAN!!!!!!"

The pair is sitting together at the piano in Vanessa and Johnny’s ‘Wolf’ suite, while their energetic little boy is studiously trying to learn to play 'Baa Baa Black Sheep'.

The key word being 'trying'.

Jack at the moment, is kicking his feet in the air, and I can tell he is about to burst into tears. Since he is still small, Orlando has had to wind the piano stool up for him so he can reach the keys...only to find that it leaves the child suspended in the air. They have these lessons regularly, once every few days and Jack, to put it lightly, does not enjoy them and it frequently ends in tears.

"Do you see the way I am playing?"

Orlando plays deliberately slowly for his student’s benefit…not that said student is paying any attention anymore.

“Press the ‘cat’ key four times…then hold the key with the rabbit.”

My prince has discovered a more creative way of teaching the keys – by attaching stickers to all the keys with a different animal on it and teaching them which animals to press. Eventually, he’ll progress to teaching the kids the names of the keys…but for now, it’s still ‘pressing the dog and the bear and the elephant…’

Enunciating carefully, my god sings along, “have-you a-ny wo-ol...”

“NO!!!”

"The cat four times, Jack..."

Jack isn't listening to the instructions and busy is scowling while banging at the keys with his right hand, the thumb of his left hand is in his mouth.

The poor boy. And I mean both of them. Best to move things along before the waterworks start.

Getting up from my quiet seat in the corner, I make my way over to teacher and pupil.

"Hey..."

Jack's eyes light up as he spots me next to him and pulls himself onto the stool, demandingly lifting his arms to me.

"Up! Weeg, up!"

I heft the little body into my arms to Orlando's exasperation.

"Viggo, you can't - "

"Muffin, it's been half an hour. Little boys can't sit still for so long. Let him have a break."

I can feel Jack clutching at my hair as he mumbles 'cake' in my ear. He's probably hungry as well.

"A break? When I was his age, I was practicing at least an hour everyday - "

His tirade is cut off when Lily-Rose skips out of her room over to us.

"I hearded the piano stop. My turn?"

Unlike her brother, Lily-Rose adores the piano and my god's company, so what better activity for her? Taking advantage of Orlando's distraction as he winds the stool a little lower for the taller girl, I bring the whining boy over to the kitchen and sit him on the counter edge as I reach for the cookie jar.

“Googie!!”

He’s such an adorable boy I’ll be slightly disappointed when he loses his cute mispronunciation of words. But I suppose it’s all a part of growing up. Henry hadn’t sounded like this when he was younger – he was born a real pro and spoke before most of the kids his age…and never shut up till he hit his ‘sullen teenage’ years of hell. Then, it went onto the half-sentences, grunts and shrugs. Kids…I’ll never understand them.

But Jack…he’s still at an age where cookies make everything better, and that I can do.

I bring the dog shaped cookie jar over to him and pried the lid off so he can pick. There’s no difference between the cookies, they’re all chocolate chip, but he insists on picking the perfect one. He’s stood up in excitement and eyeing the treats inside.

“Only one, Jack. One.”

No offense to kids, but the way he’s pulling them out and examining them and putting them back in if they fail his sniff test…I wouldn’t want to eat one that he’s rejected and replaced!

Finally, he’s dug for one which meets his high standards – though looking at it, I can’t see what sets this one apart. Well, as long as he’s happy. And no, he didn’t only take one. He’s got one in each hand.

“Jack! I said one!”

The smile on his face could have convinced the devil himself to let him have two, but I am not yielding. You can’t give into little kids, otherwise they’ll walk all over you later. Just look at Henry.

“Only one.”

He’s considering it, looking from one to the other before lifting one of them to me, announcing proudly,

“Olli.”

Eh?

“Olli…Olli googie!”

Ahh…one is for Orlando. How can you not love this kid?

I sweep him up again, blowing raspberries against his neck while he shrieks happily, all thoughts of the earlier tears gone, both arms flailing in the air. See? Cookies are the kids’ equivalent of prozac, minus the horrible side effects (except for hyper sugar rushes, but those are easy to deal with). You can’t lose with cookies.

His sister is playing flawlessly as we leave the kitchen and I head over to the thick carpet in front of the couch where we’d still have a good view of the piano session. I arrange Jack comfortably in my lap and he’s ignoring me, intent on getting crumbs everywhere as he’s munching in obvious delight.

Lily-Rose already has the posture and poise of a seasoned pianist and it makes me smile to see her listen so attentively to my god’s every word. I suspect a little crush is in bloom…although it might be teetering towards hero-worship. Hmm…I wonder if my prince realises he has a little six-year-old fangirl.

“Dun like peen-o…”

The little sad comment makes me look down in surprise. Jack has leaned his head against my chest, one cookie devoured and the other still clutched tightly in one chubby fist.

“Did you say something, sweetie?”

“Dun like. Peen-o. ‘tupid.”

Ahh…

“Do you not like the piano?”

He won’t look at me, busy passing the grubby cookie from one hand to the other. I swipe a tissue and wipe at his hands, before he smears his hands on my T-shirt as he tends to do.

“Dun like.”

I direct his attention back to his sister.

“Look at Lily-Rose…she likes it!”

Usually, when you convince Jack and Lily-Rose likes something, he’ll be screaming for whatever it is too. A great little…reverse psychology to get them to do things. Like eat vegetables. Gets their competitive sides going.

He’s silent, though I see him wrinkling his nose at the tissue I am using to dab at his nose. How’d he get chocolate there?

“Hand hurt.”

I watch him as I run my fingers through his soft head of blonde locks. Sometimes with him, you need to be patient, and he’ll tell you when he’s ready.

A little hand is shown to me.

“Hurt. PULL.”

He’s spreading his tiny fingers w-i-d-e apart and pouting at me.

I finally understand what he means when he drums his fingers on my arm and then stretches the fingers again.

“Oh…it hurts when you have to go from one key to another?”

He’s nodding and kicking his feet again. Well, he is still young and his hands still need to develop. It’s an adult piano for a child…even with all the additions and adjustments Orlando has made.

“Hate cat.” Is the muttered response and I can’t hold back my laughter.

“One day, you’ll be on a date with a girl and you’ll impress her with your astonishing piano skills and you’ll thank Orlando. I assure you. But for now…you’ll have a little pain.”

I pull his hand over to him and give it atle tle kiss. Silly boy, he tastes of chocolate cookies.

“Do you want to try again? It would make your uncle ‘Olli’ very happy…”

He appears to think it over and nods slowly. He adores his adopted uncle no matter how much he detests the hours he spends sitting on a stool.

Orlando is beckoning Jack over now. Usually, my prince is very lax on rules, but when it comes to piano lessons and practices, he’s quite rigorous. I can’t save the little boy with the watery blue eyes twice in one hour, or my god would have my head.

It’s sweet watching the little blonde boy toddling back over to the instrument of his torture and shyly offering the cookie in his hand. I wouldn’t touch that cookie with a six-foot pole, but Orlando melts as I knew he would, quickly pulling the child into a hug and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Come. Only five more minutes and we’ll go to the park, okay?”

The joyful ‘yes’ makes me laugh out loud. I wonder if this scene will one day happen for me again. A child in my lap…one to whom my god will teach and accept cookies from.

But for now, I am content with the knowledge that my god is here with me as I catch the sly wink he throws in my direction. Love and peace…

“Four cats, remember…”

*Bling bling bling blang…*

“Four, Jack!”

“HATE CAT!!”

Well…what do you expect? It’s Orlando and me. We’re never getting peace.

But this is as close as we’re going to get – and I couldn’t be happier or luckier.

TBC...

Getting to Ch30 s30 soon!
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