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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: Sometimes, just sometimes, patience will pay off…

Note: I really spoil you guys, don't I? Here's another long chapter already! And I think a few of you are going to be VERY pleased with it...hehe...

Note 2: If you have Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting For You, play it. Play it now. Things will make sense, though it doesn't now, I assure you.

Chapter 35

Pain. So much pain. And heat.

I need to get up. I need to go and save my mug and…and…Orlando.

No, he’s here…I can feel his fingers brushing my cheek, and then whispering in my ear.

Relax, you’re safe now…

~~~

Again, pain…though it seemed muffled if that makes any sense.

And the terrible heat was gone.

I couldn’t open my eyes, just let myself lie there for a moment and took turns twitching different parts of my body to see which parts hurt. What did it matter? I needed to get back up. I needed to go back upstairs.

“Stop moving, you asshole.”

Eh? I’d know that amused voice anywhere…

“Be-bean?”

I force stinging eyes open finally and see a comforting familiar figure lounging in a chair next to the bed. Where am I? From the looks of things, I am in a hospital. How did I get here?

“Oh, good, you haven’t lost your memory. They thought you might have since you banged your head.”

They? Who’s they?

“Orlando?” I croak out.

“Do us both a favour and not speak. I am cringing just listening to you talk. Here, the doctor said you could have some water.”

He picks up a glass of water from the nightstand and guides the straw to my mouth. Well, at least it looks like water, but it tastes so sweet and clean and beautiful that I try to get down as much of it as I can.

“Hey, hey, easy! You hurt your throat breathing in all that smoke, don’t drink too quickly now.”

I am feeling slightly better already and when I finally give up the straw with a sigh, Beanie leans away and I can take a look at my poor battered body.

For some reason, my shoulders are wrapped in some kind of a sling thing, that keeps them pulled back. I try to move them anyway, and there is a sharp pain on the left side.

“Ow!”

Damned Beanie is sitting there smirking at me.

“If it hurts, don’t do it! You broke your collar bone, running into a wall like that.”

“I didn’t run into the wall, I fell into it!”

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to…”

I glare at him but all he does is shrug at me, “I expected the least you could do is thank your saviour, but no, all I get from you, Mortensen, is abuse.”

My saviour? No way…

“You didn’t save me…”

He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Didn’t I? Whose sorry ass was lying at the bottom of the staircase, eyes closed mumbling Orlando’s name? I arrived at Paradise as the entire building was smoking and it was burning up. I was sprinting as soon as I got my car stopped and I had driven like lightning, even arriving before the fire trucks had made it. When I got closer, I spotted Jack running out of the building crying and screaming. He was shaking so hard I could barely even get him to tell me where you were.

“When I finally coaxed out that you were on the stairs, I tied a hanchiechief around my nose and ran in, battling smoke and danger to find you lying there. From my experienced eye, I could tell you had run into the wall,” I open my mouth to correct him, but he waves a hand at me as he continues, “and your anterior cruciate ligament was damaged, judging from the look of your knee. I knew I had to act fast. Aware of your –mild- injuries, with a superhuman strength I didn’t know I possessed,” he makes a big show of flexing his muscles at me here, “I heaved you up onto my broad shoulder and single-handedly carried your sorry ass out of the burning building to the cheering of thousands. I am a hero and your saviour – you owe me your allegiance, asshole.”

I sit there in stunned silence. I don’t believe it. He’s making it all up.

“Now I see how you became an actor…you’re a fantastic liar, but it’s hard to lie to one who knows you so well.”

“It’s true!”

Trying to sound like a brainless muscle-man, I imitate, “’I tied a manly handkerchief around my manly face before sprinting into Paradise…’”

“So? That’s what happened!”

“Since when have you ever carried handkerchiefs on you!”

There is silence as he thinks it out, finally releasing his breath in a puff of air.

“Yeah, you’re right. That bit didn’t quite add up.”

That bit didn’t quite add up? What about all the crap about him carrying me out single-handedly? He’s insane…

“ – but the rest is true!” he insists.

I don’t even bother to answer him, just watching him. He always cracks under silences and this time is no exception.

“Fine! It’s not all true,” is the sullen response.

“Well, what happened…?”

“Okay, I had thought you were on the top floor still, so with no concern for my own safety, I sprinted up – ”
EAN!EAN!!”

“There was nothing else to do waiting for you to wake up! I had to do something to entertain myself!”

~~~

When the doctor arrived, I was finally informed of what happened two nights ago. Two nights. I had been out of it for a while.

Despite Beanie’s blatant lies, he did in fact reach Paradise before the fire squad, though he wasn’t stupid enough to enter the burning building. He found Jack stuck inside the glass door of the entrance, unable to reach the release button which would unlock the entrance security doors. Without bothering with the code, he told Jack to move away and then kicked the glass door apart to pull the child out. I guess he is sort of a hero, that must have been a cool move.

The fire engines came roaring in then, and Jack told the fire fighters I was on the stairs, ‘sleeping’. It wasn’t hard to find me, I was only a few feet away from the lobby and they got me out and brought me to the hospital. Jack apparently, had a great time sitting in the back of the fire truck while waiting for me to be brought out and later got to ride the ambulance with me to the hospital while Beanie followed in his car. The boy wants to be a ‘firem’n’ when he grows up now. At least someone had a good time.

“ – the chest x-ray we performed suggest that you should be good as new in as little as two weeks, granted you don’t stress yourself out too much.” the doctor continues, snapping me back to attention.

“So, I just leave this on,” I nodded my head at the shoulder sling thing, “and what about my knee?”

“Don’t worry too much; a sprained knee is a very common injury, especially amongst those of us who do sports. Only the right knee is sprained as you must have landed heavily on that side, since your left knee is only badly bruised.”

Easy for him to say, ‘only badly bruised.’ It hurts!

“ – not in fact damaged too badly, and I don’t suggest reconstructive surgery, but physiotherapy might be a good idea. Try to stay off it for a few days, but you’ll be fine.”

Sean decides he wants to butt in at this point.

“What about his voice? Can you do something about the…err…raspiness?”

Raspiness? Is that even a word?

The doctor, however, only smiles at him.

“The hoarseness will fade soon, it’s a consequence of breathing in too much smoke, and in this case, it has caused the upper airways to swell a little bit. If it bothers you, Mr Mortensen, I can recommend an inhaler.”

Beanie thinks it’s amusing for some reason and nods energetically.

“Yeah, give him one. He likes sticking things into his mouth and blowing on them.”

What is his prob? Th? This is a doctor!

I try to glare at him to shut him up, but all he does is laugh louder. Why am I friends with him again?

~~~

“Weego!!”

A grateful Vanessa has brought her son over to visit me. I feel so guilty that I ruined their beautiful apartment with my carelessness, while my own suite is perfectly fine, to the extent that I’ve already been discharged from the hospital and moved back in.

“I am so sorry, Van – ”

She moves over quickly to stop me from getting up off the couch.

“No, no, Viggo. I want to thank you for saving my son.”

“But I started the stupid fire in the first – ”

“It was an accident. These things happen. And you more than redeemed yourself, I am indebted to you.”

I shake my head, but can’t look at her, I am so embarrassed, so I focus on the warm bundle of little boy sitting wide-eyed in my lap.

“How are you, Jack? You were a very brave boy, you know?”

He beams up at me, waving a handful of snacks.

“Goot! Googie! Weego, googie!”

Obviously, his parents have been spoiling him rotten since they cut their trip short to come back after his “trauma”. Except he doesn’t seem to realise that anything is wrong – that’s good, I don’t want to have scarred him for life.

Spotting Beanie, the child crawls off my lap and toddles over to give him a hug.

“Viggo, you don’t understand how important he is to me, and I…I thank you.”

I look back at her to see her biting her lip, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Hey, hey…you already said your thanks though I don’t deserve them…oh, come here.”

It must be so hard on her, not even being around when her son was in danger, she must be feeling guilty too. I hold her close to me and stroke her hair, remembering how I had thought she was a child when we first met. But there is also strength in her, she’ll get through this, I h wit without forever fearing to leave her children in another’s care.

Eager to change the mood to a more light-hearted one, I lean back so I can see her face.

“I have something to ask you that struck me as odd. When the fire alarms all went off and the sprinklers came on…Jack got very excited and started calling Orlando’s name when we got to his floor. He had the towel on his head at that time, and couldn’t have seen where we were. Do you know what – ”

She looks confused for a moment that bursts out laughing.

“Was there smoke?”

“Yes, a lot of it since we were nearing the second floor.”

I don’t know what is so funny, but she can’t control her grin and it makes me smile too, to see her so cheerful.

“Oh, Viggo…the last time all the sprinklers went on with the fire alarm and the smoke…was when Orlando attempted to make us dinner…but burnt the potatoes. He tried to get rid of the smoke by waving a tea towel at it, but that caught fire when he moved it too close to the stove. It made a terrible mess and we spent ages airing out his apartment, and in all the excitement, we hadn’t realised Jack and Lily had gone to play by themselves in the sprinklers that were soaking everything. He must have remembered the sound of the alarm that went off, and recalled the fun he had that day, especially with the sprinklers.”

Though she is still smiling, I find that I can no longer look at her happiness. Orlando. So many things I didn’t know about him. I hadn’t known he couldn’t cook, or that he was quite so klutzy. So many things I wish I knew.

And now I don’t have the chance.

~~~

My treasured tape was fine, and still sitting there waiting for me on the little table beside my bed when I hobbled in that night to sleep.

I can’t bear to hear his words today, and it would be the first time listening to this in three days. I fast-forward to the song he wrote for me and lean back, closing my eyes and letting it wash away all the angst, terror and exhaustion I suffered these last few days.

Just the soothing sounds of the piano, drifting and cleansing everything I didn’t want away.

It was when I was halfway through listening to the song that I realised…the ache in my heart was fading slightly. I was healing. I was finally beginning to get over him.

Now that part was acknowledged, I knew what the next phase was – expressing it. I’ll probably even feel up to getting out the kiddy paints tomorrow and dabbling a little bit. That would help, I am sure.

The song e and and I rewound the tape to listen to it again. There is a collection of songs that my god had picked out and played for me, but I always preferred the one he wrote with me in mind.

As it played again, I thought back to all the times we shared together, and the position I was in now…

‘Oceans apart…day after day…

And I slowly go insane…’

I blink and sit up. What was that all about? Where are these words coming from?

‘If I see you next to never…

How can we say forever...’

This is odd. I’ve never written lyrics before, but just listening to the music he’s playing, images are starting to be painted in my mind. This sometimes happen to me when I haven’t slept in a few days and my poetry talks to me, but music…never.

‘Wherever you go…

Whatever you do…

I will be right heretingting for you…’

Is this what Orlando feels when he sees my paintings? He told me when he paints he can see images, and it appears in my paintings as well. When I listen to his song…I can see pictures and hear…words. Lyrics.

This must be how he felt when he composed the piece. For me.

Then the lyrics and words fade from my mind as the song goes on and I understand. He wants me to write the second half. So I relax and let my mind wander, thinking about his beautiful smile, his crinkling eyes…

‘I wonder how we can survive…

This romance…

But at the end if I am with you…

I’ll take the chance…’

Something makes me get up. I need to get up.

Heaving myself up from the bed, leaving the tape behind. Leaving all of that behind, I find myself hobbling over to the front door, and something makes me open it.

Sitting there beside the door is a beautiful god with a suitcase. He swings his head to gaze at me with stunned eyes.

“Vi-Viggo…I heard about the fire…so scared. And-and I came back…didn’t want to bother you, Viggo – ”

My mumbling, bubbling, beautiful, tear-streaked god has returned.

Ignoring what he is trying to say, I crouch down next to him, ignoring the acpainpain in my knee. It’s nothing I can’t bear, after having gone through a broken heart.

Slowly, so as not to frighten him, I dare to pull him into my arms and hold him close. He is pressed right up against me but it would never be close enough, although he is clinging to me as hard as I am clutching onto him.

Trying to stop my own tears, I lean over and kiss, ge, gently wiping at his tears though we’re both smiling.

“It’s okay now, muffin. Everything will be okay…I was right here waiting for you.”

TBC...

*CHEERS*

I hope you're all smiling now!! You got your happy reunion!!! I brought Orli back! YAY!!

That was 'Right Here Waiting For You' by Richard Marx. I love him. I really do. It's the best song ever, and I couldn't resist it for Viggorli!!

Thanks so much for your reviews guys, they made me so happy, and I really really can't wait to see what you guys have to say about this new chapter now that I've got them together again like you all wanted!!

*HUGGGGGGGG*
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