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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: The greatest question of our time…Is Simba sexy, or is it me?

Yeah, I know this took ages! But I just can't seem to find the time to do anything anymore!!! Here it is though, and please let me know what you think!!

Chapter 48

Neither of us speaks as the elevator descends back to the lobby, though I can feel Beanie giving me little sneak peeks.

“Don’t.” I murmur when his mouth opens to reprimand.

“Was just yawning,” he retorts back, faking a huge stretch along with a jaw-popping-obviously-phoney yawn.

Yeah right. I know him so well, I am already onto all his tricks, he’s dying to tell me what he thinks, and to tell the truth, I don’t want to hear it.

Now in the lobby, I am lost at what to do. I am not allowed upstairs, but I don’t want to stray too far…because if the Leopard does kidnap my god, at least I have a chance at intercepting them from here.

“Come on, we’re not standing here all night,” Beanie mutters, dragging me out the ornate security doors.

“Hey!” I might look like a child dragging my feet and struggling, but where are we going??

“We’re not going to be sitting around waiting. They’re going to take ages.”

“Who died and made you king?” I snap childishly, but at least I am walking of my own free will now.

“God, you’re so annoying when things don’t go your way, Viggo!”

There’s nothing to say to that so I just glare.

“Well?” He prods, when we stop walking.

“Well what?”

“Well, aren’t you at least going to unlock your damn Tooters so we don’t have look like thieves lurking around a dark carpark?”

Oh. I hadn’t realised we were already standing by my baby.

“It’s me again, sweetie,” I whisper to her as I pull her door open.

The sudden snort of disdain from Beanie tells me he heard my whispered greeting. He should be used to this by now, he’s heard it often enough.

“Helllllllllllllo darling Tooters with the sooooo not stupid name. It’s Mr Sean and your horrible fight-picking-daddy-who-got-kicked-out-of-his-own-apartment’ come to sit in you!”

Haha. What a comedy man, that Beanie.

“Shut up.”

We sit in silence for about two seconds before he starts again.

“Well?”

“Well what??”

“Aren’t you going to start the car? You’re not honestly thinking of sitting in here the whole night, are you?”

Where would we go? From my viewpoint here, I can look up and see the lights on in my apartment. If I stare really intently like I am now, I can even spot vague figures. Oh wait…I think those are the filmy curtains. Damn.

“I am fine right here.” I make my point by slouching down in the seat and giving Tooters a pat on her dashboard.

“We are not staying here all night.”

“Of course not. Only until they finish talking.”

“Yeah, which is all night.”

I crane my neck to stare at him disbelief.

“It’s going to take all night??”

“Well…yeah. They haven’t seen each other in months. Let them have some time alone together. And trust me, Eric isn’t going to sneak Orlando off in the night when we’re gone.”

“You don’t know that!” Call me paranoid if you want, but I’ve learnt from my first lesson and I am not going to let my prince disappear over the ocean again.

“Yes, I do. If you remember correctly, I was with Eric before you and Orli came back from the restaurant. And in case you don’t remember, he and I are good friends. We talk. Ever heard of the device known as a ‘telephone’? Normal people use those to ‘communicate’. We have got to get you out more, Vig!” I am obviously not laughing at his teasing remarks as I ordinarily would have, and he hurries on, “just trust me and let them have this time alone. Nothing’s going to happen, they’re just going to sort out a few misunderstandings about Orlando’s ‘unhappiness’.” He darts a look at my stoic frown. “Unless of course, you don’t trust your ‘muffin boy’…”

“You know I do,” I cut in exasperatedly.

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. Come on…” a warm hand on the one I have clenched in my lap and another tilts my chin to look away from the fourth floor balcony and over at him instead. His expression is warm and sympathetic despite the oddball sarcastic remarks he tends to make at my expense. “Let’s go back to my place.”

I don’t move, just continue to try and draw some of the endless faith and strength from his gaze.

“You know you want to, Viggo…” he wheedles, “I have movies. And popcorn slathered with butter and salt.”

It surprises a bark of laughter from me when I remember the last time we vegged out on his couch with him blabbing on about heroes and princesses. He always knew what would make me feel better, and his eccentric remedies oddly enough, always seem to work.

“You win. Let’s go.”

~~~

Beanie hadn’t planned for this spontaneous sleepover and though he was well stocked with salt, butter, popcorn and cognac, there weren’t any romantic movies, thank god. Actually, maybe I spoke too quickly.

“Oh I just can’t wait to be king!”

I can tell Beanie has probably drunk too much by the way he’s enthusiastically (and loudly, I might add), trying to sing along with the dancing lion cub on screen.

“Remind me,” I interject over the racket, “why are we watching Disney cartoons again?”

There’s a lot of mumbling, then I discern the name of his youngest daughter, “…Sandra’s.”

Yep, that’s right. He doesn’t own any normal people movies, only the ones for his children. So we’re stuck watching these colourful animals talk and sing. Though to tell the truth, I might be grumbling but it’s actually efficiently taking my mind off what could be happening roughly a hundred blocks to the east.

“No sighing!”

“Sorry, sorry…”

I pick up my glass of water and take another sip, though not before first casting a longingly look at Beanie’s cognac. I would love some alcohol to help me forget a few things…but I have to stay sober on the off chance that my god might call me to come home anytime. I want to be prepared. Even if it’s not likely.

Hence, water. Wonderful bottled pure Evian water…but water nonetheless.

“This is nice. I’ve missed this.”

Eh? I poke Beanie, and he repeats what he said.

“How is this nice? I don’t think we’ve done this before, us sitting around watching Disney cartoons and waiting for my boyfriend to let me come home!”

“No…” he sort of slides over to sit closer to me and then slumps onto me so his head is in my lap. “I mean us getting to spend time together…just us.”

Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.

“We still spend time together…” I protest, but even as I say the words, I find myself unconvinced.

“No, we don’t. You spend all your time with Orli now.”

I gently rearrange Beanie’s hair out of his eyes as he stares impassively at the TV screen.

“Beanie…that’s not true.”

Why am I still denying it? I know it’s true…but I don’t want to admit what a terrible friend I’ve been.

“Oh really? What did we used to do every Friday before darling Orli came along?”

That was easy.

“Drunken Fridays.”

“And when was the last time we did that?”

“…”

“Exactly.”

I still didn’t know what to say, so I just continue to let my fingers run in what I hope is a comforting gesture through my best friend’s hair. The combination of fingers stroking his hair, the alcohol and the warmth of the room must be having an effect on Beanie, as he slowly unwinds and relaxes.

He was quiet and still for so long I had thought he had fallen asleep when all of a sudden, he announced almost inaudibly,

“The anniversary of Klaus’ death is next week.”

It took me a second, but then it hit me. Klaus. Bana-man’s brother.

“Oh. I hadn’t known.”

“That’s why I am telling you. Cut him some slack, he’s going through a rough patch.”

We sit in silence as I mull that over.

“But the rest of his family’s with him in Australia.”

“Yes…but this is the first time Orlando isn’t with him too. He’s missing both his brothers.”

My anger at the Leopard-man fades away to an ache for him. The sense of loss must be…indescribable. Maybe not all those phone calls to Orlando were about my god…but were about Eric.

“I am sorry I wasn’t more understanding with…Eric.”

Beanie drunkenly raises a hand and pats my cheek.

“S’okay. But Eric’s a great guy…you just don’t know him well enough yet. He’s been through a lot and can be defensive. Now shut up and stop interrupting, I like this part.”

So obligingly, I let Beanie enjoy himself as Simba meets Pumbaa and Timon…and the crazy animals burst into a chorus of ‘Hakuna Matata’.

“Do you think I am a better actor than Simba?”

What the hell…?

I chuckle and pinch Sean’s arm.

“You mean the lion? He’s not real, Beanie.”

“Just answer the question. Am I better, or is Simba better?”

Like a true friend dealing with a drunken idiot, I roll my eyes and obediently chant, “You’re the better actor.”

“Will you miss me?”

It’s so hard to keep up with his thought patterns when he’s this drunk.

“Miss you?”

“Yeah. Will you think of me?”

He’s gone nuts.

“Come on, Beanie…off to bed with you.”

It really takes an effort since he doesn’t want to leave without finishing the video first, and boy, he can bring whole new definitions to the term ‘dead-weight’.

“You’re not helping!” I grunt, still trying to wrestle him upright.

“I want to see the happy ending!”

Beanie and his damn happy endings.

“Look, Simba runs into Nala, she convinces him to go back, they convert all the lady lions to help them, and they manage to overthrow Scar and the Hyenas. There’s your happy ending.”

Although still obviously unhappy about the arrangements, Beanie lets me guide him up, though he’s still spell bound and staring at the screen.

“Is it wrong for me to think that Simba is damn sexy?”

His question comes out from nowhere and it makes me laugh out loud, almost dropping him in the middle of the stairs.

“You think he’s sexy?”

“Hell yeah. I think it’s the prowling thing…” he tries to make his point by rolling his shoulders, and all that does is knock us both to the floor of the corridor.

“Great job, Beanie!” I groan, but he’s in hysterics, crawling his way over to the bedroom, ass swinging wildly in the air. At least he’s not so gone as to forget where we were going.

When I follow him in, he’s already stripped and lying in bed. Shaking my head with a sigh, I make my way over to pull the covers up in case he catches a cold.

“Wait.”

His hand is on mine where I am wrestling the sheets over him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t you sleeping too?”

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch.”

The puzzlement is clear in his eyes and he sits up.

“We can share the bed. We always do.”

I have to smile at his wide-eyed look.

“Beanie, I know we used to, but I have a boyfriend now. Remember? Orlando?”

He doesn’t say anything, but nods slowly and I manipulate him till he’s lying down again.

I can’t stand to see him so…lost, so I make up something on the spur of the moment.

“I’ll just go out and turn off the video, then come back here. You get some rest first.”

The lights are off and I am leaving the room when I hear him again.

“Wait, Vig.”

“What now?”

I try to hold in my annoyance, but he’s particularly clingy and touchy tonight, and I don’t know how to react to it. I poke my head back in but all I see are the gleam of his eyes in the shallow light.

“…you didn’t answer my question.”

“Question?”

“Will you miss me?”

I just shake my head and sigh.

“Yes, yes, I’ll miss you.” Whatever that means.

“I’ll miss you…a lot.”

That’s the last thing I hear before the door closes, and I can finally make my way back downstairs to wait for my call in peace.

TBC...

Well? It's true, right? I found Simba DAMN sexy watching it...and it can't only be me who thinks that!! Well, Danielle does too, but she's not known her for sanity...

Then the thought of Sean pretending to be Simba got in my head, so...yes, I made him crawl a bit. Hehe.

Let me know what you think...!! Miss you guys, but I can't find the time to reply you all personally though I do read your comments and encouragement. Muah!
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