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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: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
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: Three men, three lives, one day…

Note: Before we start, it should be mentioned that this chapter is written slightly differently to the others. It should be clear what is going on, so I am not going to explain, but I should mention that it's the Valentine's Day of the year before Viggo and Orlando meet.

Interlude – Valentine’s Day

A dozen blood-red roses are artistically arranged in a crystal vase on the table.

A beautiful beige card is laid beside it, proudly declaring, “To the one I love on this special day…”

A box of dark chocolate wrapped elegantly in pink ribbon is placed at the perfect angle beside all of that.

What a load of crap, is what I think as I gaze blankly at the little pile of treasures.

But if it’s all a load of crap, why do I wish someone had gone to the trouble to give something like this to me?

“Orli?”

I turn around to see the beautiful woman framed in the doorway wearing an exquisitely cut pale pink dress. No wonder she’s a model. She normally looks great, but when she really takes the effort to go all out, the effect does leave a man speechless.

“Wow, Vanessa, you look simply…”

And groping uselessly around for adjectives, apparently. One of her many skills.

“…amazing!”

She smiles softly at me, probably more than accustomed to having men stare boggle-eyed and giving stuttered compliments.

“You’re a cheri, thank you so much for doing this. Johnny and I really appreciate it.”

Yes, that’s right. I am on baby-sitting duty while the two love birds are off for a night of dancing and romance.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” I try to go for the nonchalant approach as I lean awkwardly on my crutch to pat a giggling Jack on the head. “I love your kids, and besides, I have nothing else to do. No date or anything,” I add, in what I can not help, a slightly bitter tone.

“You have Kurt,” she teases, patting my arm.

Great, thanks for reminding me. Even in the uber safe confines of the apartment, Eric won’t let me stay here alone with the kids. His over-protective tendencies are stifling, but he wouldn’t listen to anything I had to say.

So voila. Me, two kids and a keeper to watch over all three of us. I sometimes wonder if I am the one being baby-sat.

Lily-Rose skips out of her room at that point, wearing a puffy, lacey, red and white layered dress. It looks so sugary sweet that my teeth hurt just looking at her. If she plans on running around in that all night, I know I am going to have a real headache before the night is through, just by the bright colours constantly in motion.

“Hello, sweetheart!”

She beams at me and does a slow spin so I can appropriately ooh and ahh over her appearance.

“You look like a fairy princess!” One of the highest compliments you can pay a six-year old.

Another preen and bright smile before she gives her disapproving mother a last hug.

“Lily-Rose, what did I tell you about that dress? You were to save it for…special occasions.”

Evidently, Vanessa isn’t pleased with the garish outfit either. I try hard to smother a laugh by covering my mouth but it’s not a successful attempt.

“Daddy said it was okay!” comes the objection immediately.

“She wants to wear it, let her wear it.”

Jack twists away from me the moment he recognises his daddy’s voice and putters over to demand “up, up!”

Laughing helplessly, I offer no aid to Johnny as he struggles with two children currently commandeering his attention by pulling on his jacket and stepping on his feet.

“I’ll get you for this, Bloom!”

“You owe me as it is, asshole. I am going to be stuck doing this for the rest of the night while you’ll be off doing…someone else.”

It’s not easy to make a grown man blush, but Johnny goes a sweet rosy shade of pink. In fact, it matches Vanessa’s dress quite nicely.

He snarls when I tell him so and averts his face, focusing on his children.

His wife patiently untangles the kids and pushes them gently in my direction. This is the part I come in, and it’s not always easy to part Jack from his parents. There will possibly be tears and screams…great.

Lily-Rose goes obligingly with Kurt when he promises ice-cream, and they head of into the kitchen leaving me with the screeching toddler, but not before he gives me a wink. We usually split forces like this when the parents say bye, and every time, I somehow get stuck with the screaming one. Damn Kurt.

I can’t carry Jack when I am on the crutches, and instead, holding his little hand firmly in mine, try to guide him over to the living room. It’s nearing eight o’clock and I know he’s tired, so a little music will calm him and hopefully put him to sleep.

The elegant grand piano is standing solemnly in the middle of the large area and I almost nod respectfully at her when I flick the switch and she is bathed in light.

“Come, Jack,” I urge, pulling him and although he’s scowling at me, at least the screams have stopped. Or maybe that’s because he’s got his thumb in his mouth.

I am trying to hoist him onto the seat when a thump is heard from the darkened hallway and I peer at it, only to catch glimpse of something I probably shouldn’t be looking at.

Two entwined forms are leaning against the wall, the stronger man pressing his delicate beloved under him, long arms wrapped around each other, eyes only for each other as lips met insistently and tongues tangled in a breath-taking kiss. They finally pulled away reluctantly and my imagination painted in the gentle sound of their mouths parting from so intense a kiss.

When was the last time I was kissed with such passion? Probably never, if I really think about it. Hristo had never been interested in kissing and foreplay…and Eric? Our relationship had always been more platonic than romantic, his kisses though plentiful, were always tinged with comfort and tenderness. What would it be like to be desired with such fire and ardour; that need to be close and touching at all times; to feel it pounding through your body until it’s the only thought you have ever known?

Nope, I can’t say I’ve ever felt that. Maybe it’s my soppy romantic imagination running in over-time because it’s that one day of the year that manufacturers have decided it’s the optimum peak to over-commercialise another holiday, right between New Year’s and Easter.

Or maybe it’s because it’s my first Valentine’s Day alone.

Jack whines and pulls my hands over to the piano keys once again, insisting that I play, and casting one more longing glance at the perfect couple who are now laughing softly to a joke only they will share, I will myself to focus on my music.

Maybe next Valentine’s Day will be better.

~~~

The piano in the corner is playing soothing romantic ballads.

The candles are lit and placed in strategic places to provide a warm glow.

The red roses look striking against the stark white table cloth.

The expensive necklace is causing women from other tables to stare at my wife as it glitters around her pale neck.

I couldn’t be more disheartened.

“Is the champagne to your liking, Mr Mortensen?”

I blink out of the stupor I found myself in to curtly thank the waiter and give an insincere compliment.

Why am I even here?

Exene doesn’t look at me as she plays distractedly with her knife. In all the years we’ve been together, conversation has never been this difficult.

“How have you been?”

I think it’s a legitimate question since I’ve barely seen or talked to her recently, despite the fact we’re still living in the same house and sleeping in the same bed.

She looks surprised for a moment, but then puts on a faux-interested look and smile for me.

“I’ve been great. You?”

“Absolutely terrible.”

I get a bigger reaction for such an unconventional response and she gives me a genuine smile this time.

“I know, Vig. You’ve been miserable.”

“You noticed?” It might sound like a rude thing to say, but I truly did not expect her to have observed it.

“How long have I known you? There’s a flame in you that seems to have gone out…you’re much quieter than normal, no longer scribbling your poems or painting…”

None of those things seem to fill the empty void in me any longer.

“I don’t feel like it anymore,” is the best I can come up with.

She blinks slowly at me, and I get my first real look at her. She’s older than the carefree laughing girl I once married…we’ve both changed so much. She has the same blonde hair, same blue eyes, but something’s different. Different? Changed? Gone? Was never there? I can’t pin point what it is, but what we’re doing, sitting in the priciest restaurant LA has to offer, talking about things we don’t give a damn, pretending to still be in love, living a lie….nothing about this feels right.

The revelation makes my heart unexpectedly lighter and I think she reads it in my face.

“This isn’t working out anymore, is it, Viggo?”

I can’t find the heart to agree, but she carries on regardless.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, I enjoy your company, but…neither of us really wants to be here tonight. What are we doing?”

“For Henry,” I murmur. That was it. The crux of it all. For Henry.

“He’s twenty years old…not a child any more, Viggo…he will understand. He wants us to be happy too.”

The glass of champagne in front of me is suddenly enticing and though I know you’re not supposed to, I down it in one large gulp. That’s why you’re not supposed to do it…the bubbles tickle as the liquid slides down my throat and I can feel them in my nose, making me splutter.

She laughs easily, handing me her napkin to dab at my chin when I cough a little up.

How suave was that, you big man, you?

“Come on. Enough of this.” She smiles at me.

“…what?”

A waiter is waved over and the check is asked for.

“We’re going already?” I manage to stammer.

“Already? We’ve waited too long for this as it is! Let’s go home and talk to Henry. I have a feeling he knows we’ve been unhappy, but not the reason why. Why wait? He’s a good kid, despite the crazy black nail polish and dyed hair. You know he’ll still love us.”

Everything seems to fit into place and I grin automatically at her.

She sighs and takes my hand in hers.

“Look at you grinning psychotically again. All it takes is one divorce. Should have tried that earlier. Come on…”

I pay for the dinner we didn’t have, leaving the flowers, candles, and unhappiness behind. We’re almost giggling like children as we sweep out of the place, though we did manage to catch the whispered observation of one woman to her husband.

“Look at those two. They’re so in love, they can’t even sit through a dinner without keeping their hands off each other. I bet they’re off to a night of romance and making love.”

The laughter that greeted that was heard even though we were already out in the carpark, calling my best friend to come pick us up. I suppose we could have waited for the chauffeur I had hired, but I just wanted to go home and get things in motion right away.

Maybe next Valentine’s Day, I will be with someone I am in love with.

~~~

The stupid mobile was ringing before I even really realised what was going on.

“Wh-what?”

I squint at the little screen and groan when I see the flashing words “incoming call: Your boss”.

Great, it’s Viggo. What does he want? Thought he was having dinner with Exene?

“Yes, boss-man. What may I do for your highness?”

“Come pick us up, Beanie!”

The sheets slide away as I sit upright. He sounds excited, the happiness evident in his voice.

“What? Pick you up? Why? Where are you?”

“We’re at the restaurant. We want to go home. Come and get us!”

The glee is palpable.

“What’s going on?” I obligingly ask as I pull on my jeans and dig around for a shirt.

“I’ll tell you when you get here. Hurry!”

Oddly enough, Exene can be heard in the background laughing as well. I haven’t seen the two of them so happy in each other’s presences in ages and ages.

Something in my mind clicks.

“Wait a moment…did you guys take something? Is it illegal? Do I want to come and get you?”

Again, another cackle of laughter which leads to a shriek as he repeats what I said to Exene. Great, make me the joke.

“We didn’t take anything. Just get your ass here, we’ll tell you then!”

We hang up and though I want to be mad, all I do is sit heavily down on the side of the bed and sigh.

Another year, another divorce. I only wanted to spend Valentine’s Day lying in bed and thinking about the one I can’t have…but even that plan has been ruined.

On my way out the door, I see three cards lying haphazardly on the kitchen table and I smile as I pick them up.

All from my daughters, declaring their love for their ‘favoite Daddy’. They range from store bought from my eldest in her neat cursive script to the hand made and smudged with peanut butter sheet my youngest sent me. I gaze longest at the back to front letters, lopsided lines of writing that go up to the paper and a big lip-stick kiss she must have seen somewhere and decided to imitate for my card. She’s my youngest, the hardest to let go, but children really do belong with their mothers. I wouldn’t know what to do with her…I am the one they turn to for fun, but I’d make a terrible father though I love them.

They’re my girls. The little light I find in the gloom of the dark.

I look at the car keys in my left hand and think once again of the face I can’t wrench from my mind.

“How long will you haunt me?” I whisper to the air. “Why do you insist on plaguing my every thought, entering my every dream? Why won’t you leave me alone?”

I can usually push past the pain and distract myself, but with it being wretched Valentine’s Day and all…the image of the phantom smile and twinkling eyes won’t leave me alone. The hard edges of the keys dig into my palm but I can only clench harder.

“Why me? Leave me alone…I don’t want to love you…why are you taunting me?”

I place the cards carefully back onto the table and prop them up so they’ll be the first thing see when I come back home. They’re a slight balm to the particular pain I am always unable to escape from, this one day of the year.

It’s hard, but I try not to look back.

Maybe next Valentine’s Day won’t be as painful…or lonely.

TBC...

There you go! Next chapter will move on again with Orlando and Viggo in Chapter 51. I know this is a little confusing, but if you read the overall story, it should really make sense.

Before you all kick my asses, remember that I got Vig and Orli together, and this is only the prequel! So don't kill me for being mean. Hehe...

Shui - I know you hate hearing this, but I love to make you cry! Hahaha...*evil* I love that you thought the piano thing was the sweetest chapter. Thanks! I really love how you review every chapter - muah!! Hope you liked this one too, though Beanie is sort of sad, and I know you're sad when he is! *hug*

Anya - You should dance and squeal all you want! Hahaha, you have to treasure their happy times since the poor boys don't get very many of them! =P I wrote this one in the afternoon, so I didn't stay up all night, but it was so sweet to know you cared. MUAH~

Tanesa - Thanks for the long review! Really made my day. I know you want the boys to 'get some action' hehe, but...they're going to be taking things slowly for quite a while yet, I am afraid! Answers and questions will be coming up, so don't be too unhappy! *hug*

Julesida - *Embarrassed* hehe, you complimented me on how quickly I update....then I don't update for two weeks. *Sweat drop* Hehe, but thanks so much for the encouragement, and I hope you liked this too!!! *hug*

Kiran - Thanks so much for your encouragement, hon, and for stayin up with me till crazy hours of the night. You helped with this, you know? *Giggle* MUAH!

Lastly...Have a Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Muah! Keep the reviews coming, guys, they make my day! =P
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