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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10192 -:- 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: You don’t have to be a child to need a babysitter…

Note: This is a bit of a fluff chapter, since the last few were a bit angsty, so here is a little light-hearted humour. It's not short, and longer than I was aiming at, so hmpf!

Chapter 33

It’s been fourteen days since Orlando left, and eleven days since I’ve been listening to his tape every night. No, I am not keeping count. I just happen to know, that’s all.

I should have known something was up when Beanie was keeping his interfering to a minimum. He let me moan, he let me cry and he let me take it out on him when I had to. Odd. It was too easy. He’s not going to let me have it my way for so long.

And how right I was.

~~~

So, here I am now with a bawling three-year old in my lap, and I have my darling friend to thank.

Just this morning, I was sharing breakfast with the wonderful wolf cubs and their mother on the third floor, smiling for the first time in a long while. Jack has a way of making me forget my sadness, I think it’s like that with all children, seeing them so carefree and full of life.

Well, we should all know that good things never last. Just look at Orlando and I. Damnit, I promised I wouldn’t think about him again. Think about Jack…about Jack. He’s having a great time throwing food around and dropping it onto the floor to watch me scowl and pick it back up. Lily-Rose is slightly more hyper today than usual – she’s leaving with a few of her primary school friends for ‘Dance’ camp after breakfast, and she’s been talking about nothing else this past week. I’ve never heard of such a thing before, but apparently, you send your kid off to it and they learn to dance. Okay…whatever makes her happy, and by the way she’s doing lopsided twirls around the living room, I’d say she’s happy.

Right, so we were just generally enjoying ourselves when the phone rang and Vanessa went to answer it, handing a squirming jam-covered baby over to me. Fine, he’s technically too big to still be called ‘baby’, but…lately, he’s been very clingy and insecure since his ‘Olli’ left, like he was when he was younger, Vanessa worriedly told me. My god has affected everyone he has come into contact with. Oh, Orlando…stop. Jack. Right.

Trying to scrub sticky substances off of a slippery child’s face is no easy feat, especially when said child thinks it’s funny to grab onto your hair and hands, spreading the mess everywhere. Lily-Rose is laughing at us, encouraging her brother on by passing him the bottle of jam and adding her own gummy fingers to the chaos.

Kids.

We’re interrupted by Vanessa’s gasp as she comes back into the room and the children immediately stop playing, their ‘I-am-an-angel’ faces firmly in place.

Something has excited her immensely and she’s not even upset by the mess, only laughing gleefully as she takes in the scene and passing me a wet cloth before launching into her happy news.

“Viggo! You’ll never guess!!”

Should I bother? Or just let her tell it? Oh, no need to wonder, she’s already rushed ahead.

“Johnny has a week off from his new film! He’s going to bring me to Rome for a holiday…it’s going to be so romantic!”

She’s swooning now and tilting her head back, as if she can already feel the sun on her face. I can’t blame her though, having to look after these two ‘angels’ day in day out…and she hasn’t seen her husband in about a month. He comes back as often as he can, but he has very little time off from his movies. I haven’t met him yet, since he spends the little time that he has, with his family, and not the freaky artist from upstairs.

I hoist Jack up onto sit at the edge of the table and he grins unrepentantly as he finally manages to get a good smear of the red stuff on my cheek. Jack: 1. Viggo: 0.

“There’s one little thing though…”

Now why is there always ‘one little thing’…? Do I want to know?

“Yes…?” I carefully venture.

“Well, you know Lily-Rose is going to dance camp – ”

“Dance academy, momie!” is the indignant correction.

“ – oui, oui, dance academy…and well…”

I think I can already see where this is going, so I answer for her.

“…you need someone to look after Jack.”

“Ja ja!” is the happy reply from the infant.

Vanessa is biting on her lip and looking at me helplessly.

“Would you mind terribly, Viggo? It’s just that Johnny and Sean have had it all planned – ”

Wait a second. Sean??

“Sean? Do you mean Sean Bean?”

“Yes…he told me you wouldn’t mind looking after Jack for a few days. He said he was sure it was fine and helped Johnny surprise me with the trip.”

She notices that I am studiously cleaning Jack off, not really listening to her anymore and she tries harder to convince me.

“Please, Viggo…it would be so wonderful to have some time alone with Johnny. It’s not been just us for a very long time…”

I hold up my hand to stop her plea.

“Vanessa, I don’t mind looking after Jack. I really don’t. I just don’t appreciate being manipulated like this by Beanie. He could have just come and talked to me about this.”

She’s silent and I really shouldn’t be taking out my feelings on her. She deserves this holiday with the man she loves, I shouldn’t ruin it for her because my man is miles away. Damn. Focus.

“I am sorry, Vanessa. What am I saying? Of course I’ll babysit Jack.”

The biggest grin I’ve ever seen so far is lit across her face and then she’s hugging me. Which was not a very smart move on her part since she’s now covered in jam too, since I hadn’t managed to wipe off the smudge from my cheek, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

I am such a sucker for kids and women in love. And damn, but Beanie knows it.

~~~

Which was how I got to the part where I am sitting in my apartment with Jack howling his eyes out.

He isn’t at all pleased to be separated from his mother and won’t let go of me after she and his sister left. The poor little boy is moody and pouty. Although if you think about it, you can’t blame him. He’s still sensitive and vulnerable after his favourite ‘Unc Olli’ left and hasn’t been back since. He probably doesn’t expect his family to come back to him either.

I can probably fix this. The key is to distract from the pain.

“Jack…would you like to go to the park?”

One chubby arm round my neck and we’re off, tears forgotten at the promise of ice cream and pushes on the swing. If only all sadness could be erased by something so simple.

~~~

By the time we’re outside in the sunshine, my charge has decided that I am probably not going to leave, and so has demanded to be let down to walk. He’s not a fast walker and can be unsteady, but it’s okay, I am in no rush so keeping his hand in mine, we meander our way along, him stopping and squatting to investigate every rock in our path.

It takes a while, but we get there in the end, but it’s been a fun walk. I point out simple words to him and he tries to repeat them, usually unsuccessfully, but I am not worried. Johnny had thought there was a problem with his baby boy, as he still wasn’t speaking all that well at three, compared to Lily-Rose who was articulate as anything. There had been talk of bringing the boy to a speech therapist to get him checked out, but I convinced them otherwise. Little boys develop slower, and different children pick up language at different stages. Three is too young for them to be concerned about, and although they were dubious, they’ve left Jack alone to my relief.

“Look Jack, a flower. A yellow flower growing there. Isn’t it pretty?”

Oops. One growl of “fower” from our wobbly wonder and the delicate blossom has been yanked out of the ground and waved triumphantly in my face.

“No, no…don’t hurt the flowers, sweetie. Leave them. That’s their house.”

Jack looks at the mangled bud in his hand and shakes it a little before offering it to me, declaring, “fower. Pffft.” He toddles off at this point, happily stomping over the flowerbeds while singing a little song to himself. What to do with this child of destruction?

I sit back on the bench and watch him, letting him enjoy the bright sunshine and the jubilant sound of other children playing. It’s sad to see though, that although Jack is playing, he’s making it a point not wander too far from me, every so often, wandering back over to hold my hand and ensure that I am still here. He wasn’t even enticed when a little brown puppy sniffed its way over to us and licked at his shoe, instead shrieking and clamouring away, something he normally wouldn’t have done.

He reminds me a little of my god sometimes, his naivety and his infectious joy. I miss him. It’s been a while now, but I still think about him all the time. And it doesn’t help that I am a stupid masochistic asshole who chose to sit on the bench that we first shared when we held hands and watched the sun set.

I wish he were here, but Jack is a comfort as he beams up at me from my lap, and I can’t help but smile tentatively back.

~~~

I had set up all the pillows and blankets on the extravagant sofa in Johnny and Vanessa’s living room, but was having trouble sleeping, the thoughts of Orlando were still plaguing me, it seemed. I checked up once more on Jack, who was cuddled up in his own bed, fast asleep. It had been a good idea to take him to the park and wear him out flat, so there were no troubles when dinner and bedtime came by. Normally, he would protest about being put to bed before everyone else, but he was so drained and tired, I received no objections, only a warm hug and a sleepy flutter of the eyes before he was in la-la-land.

So, what to do now in someone else’s apartment at 1 am when you can’t sleep?

Easy. You call the bastard who got you into this mess.

Ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…clunk.

The phone is hung up before anyone picks up, so I try again.

Ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…ring ring…ring –

“WHO THE HELL IS THIS??”

“Hello, Beanie! Is someone not a happy camper at 1 am?” I call out in an insanely cheerful voice.

“VIGGO?? Is that you? I am going to kick your ass!”

“Well, you have some explaining to do before there is any kicking to be done!”

There is the sound of a dull clunk as something falls and I can distinctly hear Beanie grumbling under his breath.

“Dropped the phone…” he mutters, “what are you going on about?”

“What’s the deal with telling Vanessa I was going to babysit Jack? I never said – ”

“Does it matter? You would have done it anyway.”

“Beanie! I don’t like being manipulated! Why didn’t you ask me then? Instead of letting Vanessa corner me –”

“Would you have agreed so quickly if I had asked?”

I had to think about that one for a second.

“Maybe.”

“Don’t lie, you would have made me grovel. You can’t say no to women. Well, to women and Orlando. And I was sick of you going on and on, and moaning and…oh my god, the moaning! You should be moving on, it’s been a while, hasn’t it, Viggo?”

“Twelve days now,” I whisper quietly.

“Yeah. You should be doing other things.”

“Like babysitting?” I mock.

“You know what they say, ‘distract from the pain’. Jack distracts you from depressing thoughts, Vanessa and Johnny get their romantic vacation, Lily-Rose is twirling away at camp and I am the only one suffering, because my idiotic best friend is calling me at 1 am. I’d say I did pretty well with this manipulating thing. Good night.”

And the phone is hung up on me. Huh. Why do I get the feeling I am not the only one doing the babysitting around here?

Sighing, I lean back and stare at the ceiling a while, trying to entice sleep. It doesn’t work at all, everytime I close my eyes, I see my god’s beautiful dark chocolate eyes and the way they crinkle when he smiles. This is hopeless.

I am getting coffee.

Rocking gently on the balls of my feet to keep them from extended contact with the cold floor, I wait impatiently for the stupid kettle to boil. It’s taking forever.

“Momie? MOMIE!”

There is a frightened cry from the direction of the rooms, and I sprint quickly over, running into a side table in my haste.

“Crap!”

I am limping the rest of the way, and find Jack sitting up in his bed, crying. He hears me though when I stumble in and slides off the bed over to me, clinging onto my leg. I disentangle him slowly and bring him back to his tiny bed.

“What’s wrong, Jack?”

He doesn’t answer, just holds onto me in a subconscious plea for comfort. He must be feeling insecure and lonely, even in his sleep. I try unsuccessfully for a while to lull him back into slumber, but everytime I move away, he wakes up and searches around for a familiar face.

This is going to be a long night, and I don’t have the energy for this. His bed is too small for someone of my size and I don’t want to sleep in the master bedroom that belongs to his parents. I could bring him upstairs to my place, I suppose, which was what I ended up doing in the end, clutching his ‘lucky blanky’ and soft toys with me.

I wonder what the guard must have thought if he looked in the security camera of the lift at 3 am. An old man clutching a handful of toys with a child clinging drowsily around his neck. Of course, both of us were in our pyjamas and barefoot. Would I have had it any other way?

~~~

Jack was still restless in my huge bed until I climbed in as well and he immediately cuddled up into my side, wrapping his small form close to mine. Damn Beanie, but he was right. In trying to comfort and look after the precious bundle in my care, and I had forgotten about my own pain. I hate when Beanie is right.

I was in that dream-like state you’re in just before you fall into deep asleep when I smelt it. It’s the kind of smell you get when something’s burning…like the smell of burnt plastic or something.

You can’t ignore a smell like that and with a groan, I heaved myself carefully out of bed, quickly moving one of Jack’s stuffed bears into the warmth I had previously occupied so I didn’t disturb his rest. He whimpered a little, but quieted down when I gently stroked his back and hummed soothingly.

Good.

I traced the burning smell back out to the living room and to the window when it hit me what it could be. Was there a fire somewhere in the building? No, the alarm would have gone off, right? It’ll be okay. Don’t want to send the whole building into a frenzy because of my paranoia, should just get myself a cup of coffee and see if the smell has faded then. If it hasn’t, I’ll notify security.

It was only when I started filling my own kettle with water that I suddenly remembered – I hadn’t turned off the heat on the kettle in Vanessa’s kitchen, and that was over an hour ago.

There was a fire in the building…and Jack and I were the only ones in Paradise tonight.

TBC...

Well...were any of you expecting this? Hehehe...yay! I hope not. I thought it was a rather weird twist, but hey. Whatever works, you know.

BTW, the only reason Lily-Rose isn't here, is coz I don't like writing about her. She bores me. Hahaha...but Jack I can have fun with, so he stays! Yay!!

Thanks so much and keep the reviews coming in - I adore them and they encourage me to write faster. =)

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