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Different Enough to Be Real 1/?	By : Rufferto Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1093 -:- 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 : Different Enough to Be Real 1/?
SYNOPSIS : Orlando Bloom discovers that he is different for a very good reason.
RATING : PG-17 to R, non slash.
GENRE : Amber/Real Person Fiction.
EDITED BY : Tasha, (aka Mercurynat) Many Thanks, m’luv.
DISCLAIMER : Orlando Bloom belongs to Orlando Bloom. The Amber Chronicles and their characters belong to Roger Zelazny. Karl Urban belongs to Karl Urban, David Wenham to David Wenham and Sean Bean to Sean Bean. If I owned any of them, I wouldn’t have to write fan fiction. I’d be too busy doing … other things. LOL. I also don't claim that anything I write in this story is what they are truly like. Anyway, I am making no money and tip my hat to RZ, because he is and always has been my inspiration to write serious fanfiction as much as Tolkien was my inspiration for fantasy. There will always be a reference section at the bottom of each chapter for those of you who are not familiar with Amber and need to know what I'm talking about.

AUTHOR'S NOTE : If you know nothing about Amber, I suggest reading the reference section.

CHAPTER ONE

Merle Corey stretched his arm, eyeing Frakir as she twisted around nervously. She did not like being on Shadow Earth anymore than he did, but there were no other options at the moment. After all, the FBI still had his number and had a tail on him since he was first spotted in Westchester, NY. He had amused himself by taking a plane to London instead of taking the easy way out and one of the jerks had followed him every step of the way. They wanted to know where ‘project ghost wheel’ was from all those years ago. Funny, they didn’t give up even though they knew that they were dealing with things they shouldn’t be meddling in.

He did not like using powers on Earth anyway; it always tended to be more difficult than elsewhere and usually gave him a headache. He had a lot of reading to do after all, and time on a Jet would help with that. Ghost had downloaded every article there was on this guy, who was apparently ‘every woman’s dream’ or some such nonsense. GW had even been excited about meeting him, which caused him to wonder just what sex Ghost really was.

The magazines were a waste of time. They all tended to contradict each other, claiming to have the ‘scoop’ on the golden child of cinema. The fact of the matter was, they were all wrong. Orlando Bloom was a master at keeping his private life private. Either that, or so far he was damned lucky. Merle wondered about this ‘Kate’ person as well. He would need to run a background check on her and see if there was any chance she was a threat and someone had planted her as a diversion.

He studied her picture during the last half hour of the flight. She did not remind him of anyone offhand, but looks were deceiving. She was pretty, but not your typical actress, he decided. Well, to give her credit she -was- trying to do things apart from her famous boyfriend. That meant she had nerve. Hopefully she would not be there when he dropped in on the actor and he wouldn’t have to deal with her at all.

Merle was thankful the plane landed. He retrieved his bag casually, noticing that it had been rifled through at least once. Amused, he chuckled to himself. There was absolutely nothing on him that they could use. It must have been frustrating the hell out of the guy tailing him. The flight had landed late at night. It was about 2:30am London Time.

Righto. Orli-boy, lets find you.

He strolled nonchalantly over to a phone booth and pretended to dial a number. “Hello. This is Merle Corey.”

An amused, “Yo Dad.” came from the other end. “Are we playing Cloak and Dagger? Cool! Is he still on you?”

“Something like.” Merle smirked, “Yea, he's still on me. Have you found it yet?”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. Its not easy locating these people.” Ghost complained.

“My ass. You‘re just stalling. What’s the address?”

There was a bit of muttering, something that sounded vaguely like a curse, then Ghost rolled off a street name in a part of London that made Merle’s eyebrow raise. He hadn’t expected to find his quarry in a high middle class neighborhood. He’d expected a glitter address.

“Are you sure that is the right address?”

“Yes. He’s there now.”

“What’s he doing?”

“Sleeping. ”

“Alone?”

“Yea.” GW’s voice was decid wis wistful and Merle decided it was time to end this conversation. He distinctly felt a train of thought from his ‘child’, which was rather unsettling. It was unsettling enough to make him hang up the phone and breathe a sigh of relief.

“I don’t want to know,” he muttered under his breath. “I really don’t want to know.”

Given Ghost’s recent behavior, he supposed that it wasn’t surprising. So, he pushed it from his mind and hailed a taxi. He settled into the back casually, and gave the driver the information. His tail was following still. He’d have to deal with that eventually, but he’d rather not do it openly because anything he -did- on Shadow Earth would effect his Aunt.

They knew about his connection to her, and he knew how much she hated altering this particular shadow. First of all, it was damned difficult and usually left you vulnerable for weeks. Also, she liked Earth just the way it was, though he hadn’t any idea why. And worst of all, she would get on his case if he tried anything that drew attention from the local authorities, and the last thing he needed was her being any more annoying thae ale already was.

Merle stepped out of the taxi, collected his bag and looked up at the ten floor apartment building. It was posh, but not anything glamorous like he had expected. The rent in this neighborhood would be reasonable, but the security wasn’t all that good. He smirked, producing a card for the door from within his leather jacket. “Figure that one out, 007.“ he chuckled to himself as he slid the card passed the security check and the door opened welcoming him into the building.

He checked where the apartment was: tenth floor. Well, at least it was a penthouse; he wasn’t a complete contradiction. He took the elevator simply because he couldn’t be bothered to go up ten flights on foot. He glanced at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t changed his image much from when he walked about in human form: dark hair slicked back, longer now, almost shoulder-length and tied behind with a band. He was wearing a leather coat over a dark blue silk shirt, black pants and simple shoes. He had chosen to be as non-descript as possible this time: slender, well-built, and attractive. He grinned at the image that presented itself. A perfect set of teeth glinted back and grayish blue eyes twinkled with the mirth of it all.

He could really be whatever he wanted to bhis his form was closer to his father, though…..and he felt he owed it to the son of a bitch or something. At any rate, he found his way to Bloom’s apartment and listened carefully.

“Frakir.” Merle whispered, “Do your thing.” He watched calmly as the coil unwound from his wrist and set about to take care of the several locks. Completing her task, she slithered from the lock and settled back upon his hand comfortably, once more becoming nothing more than cord.

He tested the door, and it opened, allowing him entry. He stepped into the penthouse and immediately spoke a few soft words disabling the alarm that threatened to sound. With that, he shut the door, locked it and reset the alarm. His bag he placed on the floor of the main hallway and he took a few moments to study the interior.

It certainly wasn’t lavish, and nothing like he’d expected to find. It was very neat and orderly, tastefully decorated and the night air was floating through the apartment easily from an open window. The kitchen had not been cleaned from that night's meal, something Middle-Eastern it seemed. Interesting.

He took off his jacket and glanced down the hallway towards the door to the bedroom. Bloom still slept quietly on, and had not noticed the intrusion. Good. It gave him time to find out more about him.

There wasn’t that much to find, and after he had spent a while checking out the rest of the apartment, Merle had discoveredt not not only was Orlando Bloom good at hiding his private life from the magazines, he was also an expert at keeping any evidence from prying eyes. Except…….

He scowled as he looked at the top shelf of one of his bookcases. It contained a thick black book, possibly a photo album? Nah. It was too high up for that. That was no album.

He took it and began to leaf through, and then his eyebrows rose.

Well, now.

From what he saw, Mr. Bloom was not just an actor, but an artist. These were not recent drawings though, as the pages were a bit yellow on the edges from aging. They -were- quite good, actually. Landscapes mostly. He seemed to have a thing for rivers. And fairies, all very celtic-ish in style. Interesting.

Merle smirked. This could come in handy. At least he had one talent that could possibly save his ass.

Excellent, one less thing to worry about.

He found a beer from the fridge and then made his way to the bedroom, glancing inside first.

Orlando Bloom was there indeed, and alone. He was sprawled out in what must have been an uncomfortable position, curled half on/half off the bed. The covers were kicked away and he wore only underwear and a sleeveless shirt. Merle could not smell any traces of alcohol or anything else that might have induced such a deep sleep until his gaze settled upon a small bottle of prescription pills by the bedside. He frowned and focused on them. It was at least almost fulpparpparently they were for problems with insomnia. That wasn’t surprising, actually, and at least a relief to what the alternative might have been. Unfortunately, he’d have to wait a while before Bloom woke up unless he did something to alter the effect of the pills.

They did not really have all that much time, and he had no choice.

“Wakey, Wakey, Little Brother,” he whispered as the bed sheets ruffled slightly and he stepped back to wait.

Ten minutes later, there w muf muffled groan from the bed as the actor realized he was waking up. He glanced at the alarm clock in annoyance, for he was sure he had taken the medication this time. Unfortunately, the clock gleamed brightly back at him: 4:35 am.

He ran his hand back and forward through his hair and groaned again, avoiding opening his eyes as long as possible before his nose twitched slightly and he smelled something rather distinct.

Smoke? His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly, causing a slight bit of vertigo, which quickly cleared.

What the hell?

Orlando’s gaze centered upon the chair by the computer which was on. He was sure that the computer had not been on when he had gone to sleep. Kate had left it on again, and he'd turned it off just before crashing since the sound of machines running tended to keep him awake.

Smoke rose from the back of the computer chair. Cigarette smoke. He groped for the light switch and turned it on, illuminating the room. The chair turned, revealing its occupant and Merle took a sip of the beer he’d taken from Orlando’s fridge and set it on the computer desk.

“It's about time you got up.”

Orli blinked and wondered for several moments whether or not this was a dream. It -had- to be a dream. He must have been hallucinating. Perhaps he had taken too many pills last night by mistake? He had been so exhausted and unable to sleep, after all. This was just some kind of weird mental trip, that was it! Unless he was really staring at someone who had broken into his apartment!

Instinct kicked in and he realized how vulnerable he was, and thanked all the gods that his agent had been insistent that he should learn self defense. It didn’t appear that this person had any weapons on him, but you never could tell with burglars, nor could you tell what they wanted.

Merle shook his head. “Relax man, I’m not here to hurt you, or rob you. We don’t have much time though, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do anything stupid. I’m Merle, Merle Corey.”

Orlando continued to stare at the intruder, wondering if he really -was- having a delusion. This man even seemed sane. He did not respond yet, but he did reposition himself into a more comfortable position, waiting to hear more.

Merle decided that this was going to be a lot harder than he’d expected. Oh well. “This is very real, I assure you. Now we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. And believe me, I know all about the hard way. First off, I’m not your enemy. I’m your friend. “

Then the phone rang.

And rang.

Orlando glanced at the phone, and then glanced at Merle.

Merle rolled his eyes. “Pick it up.”

“Hello?”

There was a pause after he grabbed the receiver, looking rather hopeful about finding a familiar voice on the other end. “Uh…yeah. He’s …here.” Orlando gave Merle a baffled expression as he handed the other man the receiver. “It's for you.”

“Yea?” Merle spoke.

“Dad?” Ghost’s voice came from the receiver. “Dad, we’ve got trouble. You’d better get out of there quick. Your tail called backup.”

“How much time do I have?”

“15-20 minutes. They are mobilizing.”

“Thanks.”

Merle hung up the phone and regarded the young actor. “Well, we have less time than I thought. Look, I’m here to warn you. Since we’re all out of quarters, here’s the short version: I’m here because my Aunt asked me for a favor. You and I are related. Whether you know it or believe it or not, we are: just deal with it. Everything and the kitchen sink is about to be thrown at you and you will get your butt handed to you unless you buy a clue, get something to defend yourself with, and I don’t mean a gun, and get the hell off Shadow Earth. My creation, GW is going to be your contact until you get your bearings. I have to get back to Chaos before someone from there spots me here, or my butt is toast. Ghostwheel will contact you over the phone in most cases, or via email. There’s a friend of yours who knows what’s going on, but I doubt he’ll tell you anything without first getting something out of you. His name is Karl Urban. Don’t turn your back on him. In fact, don’t trust anyone. Lose the girl, wrap up this next project and tell people you’re taking a vacation. If you don’t, you’re shit out of luck, and you haven‘t got a paddle to row with.”

“If I’m not supposed to trust ne, ne, why should I trust you?” Orlando countered, trying to piece together everything that had just been thrown at him. Karl had something to do with this?

“Here’s the deal, Little Brother. You’re in store for a world of hurt unless you get moving. The Bad People know about you. That’s why I’m here. Get out while you still can, and while the people you care about are still alive. ” Merle checked the clock. “Sorry, I have got to jet. My visa has just expired.”

There was a sound of sirens in the distance as Orlando Bloom stared with wide eyes when Merle got up and began to calm his mind to call upon the Logrus. He twisted his hands deeper and deeper until he found what he desired and latched onto it. The area around Merle Corey began to shimmer with bright silvery light melded with shadow and Orlando shaded his eyes against the flickering light as it grew in intensity.

As the sirens grew louder, Merle Corey smiled and winked back at his ‘little brother’.

“Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

Then, just as easily as he had been there, he was gone, and reality shifted back to normal leaving only two traces of the man who had visited him, proving that it had not been a dream.

A half-finished cigarette and a partially empty can of beer.

Orli gazed at the cigarette for a long time and took it finally, his hands shaking. With a nervous twitch of his hand he snuffed out the butt, determined -not- to fall back into that habit.

Not two minutes after the stranger had vanished, the police banged on his door.

***TO BE CONTINUED***

REFERENCE SECTION

This section is compiled for those of you who know nothing of Roger Zelazny's Amber. Herein you will find the reference section. This is taken partially from The Complete Amber Sourcebook by Theodore Krulik and partially on the Author's own decisions.

AMBER : The true city, upon which every other city in every shadow odelodeled. Although Amber is the center of all things, it, too, is a special shadow of the original Pattern created by Dworkin Barimen. Order in the universe depends upon the existence of the true city, and the same Order is a consequence of its existence.

CORWIN : Corwin was heir to the throne of Amber when his father Oberon 'died'. His brothers fought to keep him from his rightful place. Against all odds, he managed to recover his memory, regain Amber, and then promptly give it up to his youngest brother Random. He was a womanizer in his youth, and still is something like that.

CHAOS : The realm which is supposedly the source of all living things, situated along the Abyss that represents nullification of existence.

FRAKIR : A partially sentient wristband that travels upon Merle's arm. It has special powers because he takes it with him everywhere.

GHOSTWHEEL : Ghost is a construct that Merle designed in Shadow Earth while in San Fransisco. Ghostwheel is a piece of data-processing equipment in a shadow where no ordinary computer could function because different materials were used. It rifles through Shadow like the pages of a book-or deck of cards. Program it for whatever you wantchecked out and it will keep an eye on it for you. Elements of the Pattern were incorporated into the artifact. Ghost became sentient, and contains several new developing abilities that Merlin has yet to study and control.

LOGRUS : A three dimensional design in the Courts of Chaos that is analogous to the Pattern in Amber. An initiate of the Logrus becomes capable of walking the shadows. Only shapeshifters can walk the Logrus. Using the Logrus you can extend 'tendrils' through shadow and find objects of your desire. Need money? Send out a tendril. Need food? Send out a tendril.

MERELE COREY : The son of Corwin of Amber and Dara of Chaos. He is currently Kin Cha Chaos. Roger Zelazny wrote about his adventures in the Merlin Chronicles. He is primarily a sorcerer but wields both Logrus and Pattern and can shapeshift his form into anything he desires.

PATTERN : The great design of Order, which resides in a large chamber far below the Royal Palace in Amber. Those of the blood of Oberon walked this Pattern ages ago to become Pattern-initiates, able to walk in shadow and draw from its supernal forces to summon up inner reserves. With Pattern, an Amberite can shift the laws of reality and bend and shape the world he is in to his will so that instead of reaching out and grabbing something, he turns a corner, or shifts in his seat, and what he desires appears. Some worlds like Earth are harder to shape than others.

SYNOPSIS OF PATTERN AND LOGRUS : When you shift shadow as an Amberite, you are going from one place where Orlando Bloom's eyes are blue, to another where they are purple. When you grab something with Logrus, you are bringing that object to the shadow you are in instead of going to it.

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