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Sorry, sorry, sorry (x 1000) for not showing my face on this board for such a long time, but I've been so freakishly busy! I hope this chapter's good enough to make up for all the time you've been waiting!
Chapter thirteen, part I
Same time, England.
A month. It was hard to believe she’d been back in England for a month. Without him. The moment her plane had landed on Heathrow, she’d called Sam. Not surprisingly, she had already received a distressed call from the states, so she knew what was going on. Yet, knowing both her brother and the woman she’d come to think of as a friend, she just showed up to pick her up. Not a word of accusation was mentioned, for which Darcy was extremely grateful.
After that, she’d stayed in her old garden home for a week, but being this close to his family threatened to choke her, no matter how much both his sister and mom tried to remain neutral. In fact, it was just that which irked her the most. If only they could openly despise her. At least she would have gotten rid of some of her guilt.
Sure she felt guilty. Orlando had been very difficult to live with in the end, but how much of what had happened was her fault? Should she have been more trusting, more understanding? Was there anything she could have done to salvage their relationship and if so, why had she failed to do it?
Had she let him go too easily?
No thoughts could be worked out at the one place in which they’d shared only happy times, even before their relationship had progressed to lovers as well as friends. She figured she missed those times even more than the times they’d shared in the bedroom, though Orlando was certainly a sweet and generous lover. But it was the connection of best friends they had lost somewhere along the way.
Spencer Meehan, noticing the gaunt face of his daughter, offered her a room in their home and after giving it some thought, she accepted. The bond with her family had increased since the Christmas after her surgery and Jason had turned from a frightened child into a rather handsome, kindhearted teenager and her biggest admirer.
Teaching him how to draw and helping him with his own robot cartoon figure turned out to be just the distraction she needed and surprisingly, he shared some of her talent.
At least during the afternoons and weekends, her mind was pleasantly occupied. During the mornings, when Jason was in school, she worked on her cartoons. She had called Greg to inform him she was back in the country and the reason why. He was very understanding, even when she asked him to postpone all interviews and articles for an undetermined time so she could get her bearings again. The media didn’t need to know about their break-up yet and she appreciated the fact Orlando obviously hadn’t mentioned it either.
Which left her with the evenings and nights, when Jason was off with some friends or being sent to bed and her father mostly in his study working on some papers. Claudia watched TV and even though they’d buried the hatched years before, they still weren’t the best of friends and Darcy would never choose her ‘step mom’ as a confidant.
Mostly she would retire to her own room, zapping restlessly through the channels of the small television set her father had gotten her, but not really seeing anything. She avoided any showbiz-programs or news items, always afraid she would see him. As if it wasn’t hard enough walking into his face on posters, t-shirts and any other kind of stuff. She idly wondered if seeing any Wendy paraphernalia would make him want to cry too.
So according to her day planner a month had passed. Odd. She couldn’t remember any day in particular. Flipping back onto her bed, she sighed, staring out of the window at the dreary evening outside. When was her life going to get worth living again? She was dying for something, anything to happen.
Someone ever heard of the saying: be careful what you wish for? The thought crossed her mind when there was a knock on the door, which she recognized as Claudia’s.
“Darcy?” Funny, she sounded…surprised, excited even. Giggling…she had never heard calm and collected Claudia giggle. But she surely produced a high pitched sound now, like something very strange was happening right outside her door.
“Yes?”
“You eh…you have a visitor.”
Okay, that was strange. Sam and Sonia wouldn’t come unannounced, neither would her agent, her old friends didn’t even know she was here, and the Hobbits (she had gotten an urgent call from Elijah, begging her to keep him posted on how she was doing and where she was staying, coming with the promise he wouldn’t tell Orlando he was talking to her) weren’t in the country. Plus…it was past midnight. This wasn’t just strange…this was very strange…
Well, only one way to find out and whoever it was, she could use the distraction. “Okay. Let him or her in then.”
She heard Claudia say something and a male voice answered, a voice that sounded vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it. Then her door opened and she looked up, her mouth dropping open in stunned surprise as her unexpected guest made himself known.
“Hello, Darcy.”
Sean? What in the name of everything sacred was Sean Bean doing in her room? At least it explained why Claudia was acting so weird. It wasn’t every day a famous man rang your doorbell unannounced. Even if your step daughter was dating a movie star. Luckily, she hadn’t asked him for an autograph, somehow sensing this wasn’t the right time or place. With a polite nod, she left them to themselves.
Since Darcy was too stunned to be polite, he simply took a seat in one of the tiny wicker chairs in her room, feeling a little out of place as his rather large frame didn’t quite fit into the dainty piece of furniture.
He was only there because Billy had begged him to, though he wasn’t sure what difference his presence would make to the woman reclining against the pillows of her bed. They’d only met three times, during each premiere of the Lord of the Rings movies and even though they’d hit it off quite nicely, they weren’t exactly friends, maybe not even acquaintances, their only connection being her now ex-boyfriend.
Which was why he was here. Through the grapevine consisting of Elijah, Billy and Viggo, he’d heard how their young actor friend was struggling with the break-up. Having gone through three divorces himself with nothing left to account for other than three daughters, he was even more of an expert in the realms of heartbreak than Viggo was. So yeah, if he could help, he would. Orlando was too young of a man to go though this mess already. And he loved this girl too much.
Some silences have this tendency of lasting too long, making it gradually more difficult to break through them. Not wanting to let that happen, Sean decided he should just simply plunge in. He would wring Viggo’s scrawny neck later for dragging him into this mess.
“So…you feel as sh*tty as you look?”
To his relief, she managed to grin. If anything, this man was blunt.
“Wow, you do know how to compliment a lady, don’t you?”
“Hence my track record with the opposite sex.”
Oh…and self-incriminating, that too. At least it earned him another grin. So far, so good.
“But to answer your question, I’m not sure how I look at the moment, but I do feel sh*tty indeed. Nice deduction.”
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Chapter thirteen, part II
“Well, you’re certainly not the only one.”
“Sean…I really don’t…”
“Wanna talk about it? Now isn’t that just too d*mn bad. Because you’re gonna.”
She huffed, but since her boiling outrage gave him so much more to work with than her stupor, he decided to egg her on just a little bit more.
“Need I remind you I’m not one of your children?”
“As a matter of fact, you do. Because even Lorna, my oldest can’t put up a useless fight for that long. And believe me, she’s a spitfire, that one.”
“Gee, thanks. Now if you’re done…”
“Not even close, sweetie.”
Darcy sighed and slumped back against the pillows, defeated. She hadn’t really opened up about her heartache to anyone yet, sticking to the facts and burying herself underneath a pile of work, though nothing had to be done in a hurry. But what little she knew of Sean was enough to know he would be making good on his threat. He was not about to leave well enough alone. So no matter how long she could stall it, talk she would in the end. And she was so bone tired of stalling…
“Very well. What do you want me to tell you?”
“Nothing too hard. All I need to know is if you still love him.”
What was she supposed to say to that? Something along the line of ‘Duh’ crossed her mind, but for some reason her brain couldn’t even do that. As if admitting her still existing love for him would be equal to utter and total defeat. And she wasn’t even sure which war she would lose. So playing dumb it was.
“Orlando?”
“No, Frank Sinatra. Of course Orlando!”
Oh, what the heck. Give me the white flag. “Of course I still love him. Need you even ask?”
“Apparently. Because I fail to understand why, if you’re still so much in love with each other, you’re over here and he’s at another continent, looking just as much like death warmed over as you do!”
“Well, what do you want me to do about that?”
“Fly back to LA. I’ll join you if you want to, but fly back.”
He made it sound too easy. Nothing could ever be that easy. Weren’t easy reconciliations illegal in some countries?
“To do what?”
Was red the new blond these days? He’d better talk very slowly, just in case.
“Talk. To. Him.”
“I’m afraid we’ve already said too much.”
“Have you? Or haven’t you said nearly enough? Or perhaps you’ve spoken the wrong words, both of you. And believe me, I know words can cause more bruises than weapons.”
She was close to tears now, remembering the last hateful things they’d said to each other, words where no mere apologies sufficed. Heck, how can you take back the accusation of your boyfriend’s infidelity?
“I’m scared Sean. It’s like I don’t know the right words anymore. There’s just so much to rectify, so much to…”
“Let me ask you something. How many times did you relive the last fight you two had in your head?”
That one was easy enough. “Too many times.”
“And in any of those cases, did you think of other things to say? Things that might have changed the outcome?”
“Sure but…life’s not a script, Sean.”
“That’s the beauty of it! Nobody has written any words down for you, you’ve got nothing to hide behind. Everything that comes out of your mouth is on your own account. So why not go back and say what you really meant to say in the first place. Why not be your own director, it’s about time you did, both of you actually.”
“Because no matter what I say this time, it won’t destroy the memory of what was said the first time around. It’ll linger in our minds no matter what.”
“True…but again, I’m not asking you to become an actress, to just learn some lines and have them rewritten when they don’t come out right. I’m saying, let your heart speak, instead of your frustrations and your fear. They make bad directors, sweetie. After all, it’s not him you’re mad at, is it?”
He had her there. Of course it wasn’t Orlando she was mad at. No more than herself at any rate. She didn’t blame him for their arguments. She blamed the both of them for gradually losing control over their lives as their professions turned them into icons, ripping them of humanity.
Suddenly, she felt Sean’s hands firmly on her shoulders.
“Darcy…look at it this way. You’ve both hit rock bottom and unless you’re carrying a shovel to start digging, there’s only the way up. And I’m handing you a rope here to pull yourself up with. Right now, at this very moment, Viggo, Billy and Elijah are doing the same for Orlando. And the moment you’re back on solid ground, you can start working to bridge the gap, fill the void or whatever metaphor works for you and get back to where you belong. With him.”
“Why do you care so much anyway?”
“Because that Southern little bastard is a good friend of mine, who sadly has a lot to learn about this business and how not to get in over his head. I won’t allow him to make the same mistakes I did and lose the one person he loves the most because of it. And I won’t allow you either.”
He pulled her into a friendly hug and it was a good thing she couldn’t notice his sh*t-eating grin creeping on his face as he realized she was relaxing. He had won.
After a while, he let go of her and simply ducked underneath her bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He blatantly ignored her question, resurfacing with a triumphant cry, holding her battered suitcase in his right hand. Without preamble, he set it on her bed and opened it. Then, still ignoring her, he started to open drawers and closet doors, even going so far as to rummage through her underwear and dumping several mismatching pieces into the opened case.
“Sean…what are you doing?”
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Chapter thirteen, part III
“Packing.”
No sh*t.
“Eh…why?”
“Because public nudity is frowned upon in most of the Western civilized world today.”
“Meaning…”
“Meaning you’ll need clothes.”
“Sean, could you quit stating the obvious?”
“Hey, it’s your questions I’m answering. So far you haven’t asked me one question that didn’t warrant an obvious answer.”
Infuriating.
“Okay, then answer me this: after you’re done packing my clothes into my suitcase, who is supposed to take it whereto?”
“We are. To LA.”
No wonder he was divorced three times. He was, as concluded before, totally infuriating.
“To LA? As in, right now?”
He looked at his watch, frowned, swallowed a curse and started throwing shirts, sweaters, jeans and skirts in more quickly.
“Plane leaves in three hours. If we wanna make it to Heathrow in time, then the answer’s yes. We have to go right now. Get your passport, darling. And start collecting your toiletries.”
For a reason not even known to herself, Darcy found herself unable to object. Running on automatic pilot more than anything else, she basically did as she was bid and put all female necessities into her bag, throwing it in the case.
Sean nodded, grinned at her and clicked the suitcase closed. “I think we’ve got it all. Anything else we can buy when we get there. Now, you go and say goodbye to your family and I’ll go pull the car up front.”
Maddening as he might be, he knew how to take action. Again without questioning, Darcy first slipped into Jason’s bedroom to caress her sleeping brother’s face and then informed Claudia and her father of her eminent departure. If they were surprised, they didn’t show and Darcy didn’t see Spencer mouthing a silent thank you to the actor who’d come like a savior to rouse his daughter out of her sorry state. He only prayed they would sort things out.
From that moment on, everything was a blur. The car pulled over, she got in and they got to the airport in time where Darcy found out Sean had their tickets reserved for them all along. She frowned at his audacity and he shrugged, telling her she had proven him right by coming along. Her feeble protests he had tricked her fell on deaf ears, as was to be expected.
She forgave him when she found out they were in business class, where both of them succumbed to the lure of the proffered alcoholic beverages. Sean because he was seriously afraid of flying, Darcy because she was even more afraid of what would happen once they’d landed.
Thanks to the brutal way she was kidnapped Darcy managed to fall asleep in the comfortable chair, not even noticing Sean covering her with a blanket and taking the still half full champagne glass which was still dangling from her hand away before she could drop it and spill the contents, which he swallowed himself wit one big gulp. Something she didn’t notice either.
Back in LA, it took quite some time to get through customs, but they took it in stride. Darcy understood all safety precautions which were taken, even when some complained they were exaggerated. But hey, none of the people surrounding them, most of them British, had dealt with anything more radical than the bomb threats in the London Subway. With Darcy’s personal history, she would prefer LAX to the Metro system in their capital any day.
Besides, she was way too nervous about the up and coming reunion with Orlando to worry about minor things as having her fingerprints taken.
At last, both of them were deemed safe enough to set foot on US ground and went to gather their luggage.
The very moment they reached the arrivals hall, a holler resembling a rooster with ADD alarmed them both. Looking at the general direction of the sound, they soon came face to face with a lanky blue-eyed young man known to normal mankind as Elijah, known to them as Frodo. He grinned at Sean, then pulled Darcy in a hug.
“Thank God you came.”
She laughed in a feeble attempt to swallow her nerves.
“Is my presence that dire?”
A seriousness hardly ever seen on happy-go-lucky Elijah’s face showed her the answer before he could voice it out loud.
“Yeah…it is. I’m sorry Darcy, but he’s a mess. Simple as that. Look at this. It was taken last week.”
He showed her a picture taken by a paparazzi photographer and even though it was slightly fuzzy, it was clearly Orlando walking down the beach, holding a cigarette, shoulders stooped as if the weight of his head was too much to bear. His never too bulky frame now looked positively thin, his face pale and gaunt, even more clear with the too big sunglasses he was wearing to try and go unnoticed.
She involuntary gasped at the sight. Her poor Orli. What had happened to him? She struggled to look at Elijah, afraid those incredible blue eyes would show anger or resentment toward her. The breath of pure relief would have been comical, if she hadn’t been so nervous.
“Where is he now?”
“Still in the apartment. Viggo and Billy are there with him.”
“I’m glad he has friends around.”
“Well I’ll be glad once he’s got you around again…I mean…that is why you’re here right?”
“Yeah…it is.”
“Good, than come with me. Time’s running fast.”
Bracing herself, she quietly followed the former ring bearer and the Gondorian warrior out.
So? Worth it?
 Please tell me it was...or not.
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I love this story!
I must say that I want the two of them to work things out but it can't be an 'oh i forgive' as sson as they see each other. It can't be that easy.
But keep up the great work!!! 
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quote:
mzkiwi wrote:
I love this story!
I must say that I want the two of them to work things out but it can't be an 'oh i forgive' as sson as they see each other. It can't be that easy.
But keep up the great work!!!
Thanks for the review and for your advice. This is what i have worked out. I hope you can agree with it. Oh...and my apologies for the delay. Life kinda interfered with writing. Sh*t happens...
Only two more chapters to go... 
Chapter 14, part I
WHACK.
“Ouch!”
“I warned you. If you kept biting your nails, I’d slap you upside the head.” Viggo observed him with paternal amusement.
“I know, but did you have to do it so hard?” Orli whined, rubbing the sore spot at the back of his head, glaring as a mutinous child at the perpetrator sitting next to him with that smug look on his face. It was his fault he was so bloody nervous.
Seven hours ago, Viggo had driven him back to his apartment, ordered him to get a shower and some sleep. He never thought he would be able to sleep, but he fell into a coma even before his head had adjusted itself on the pillow. Now, at 9 AM, he was awake and refreshed, though wishing he was still asleep and blissfully oblivious to what was about to come.
It had started out with a phone call to Vigg’s cell, one he answered with just a few one syllable words, before hanging up, nodding to himself and looking quite pleased. But he didn’t tell Orlando anything.
A few minutes after that, Elijah crashed in, followed by Billy, both carrying a paper bag containing life’s bare necessities in the form of food. Edible food at that. Without asking, they heaved them onto his kitchen counter and while Billy volunteered to make them all breakfast, Elijah exchanged curious looks with Viggo, who nodded and grinned at the unspoken question. Orli was getting sick of being left out in the dark in his own place.
“You guys use telepathy these days?”
“Nah…elves might overhear.”
“Funny. What’s going on with the silent treatment?”
“Silent treatment? Ever seen a Hobbit silent?”
“Let me rephrase, nutcase. What’s going on that I’m not supposed to know.”
“If you’re not supposed to know, why would we tell you?”
Hobbit logic. He hated it.
“If I’m not supposed to know, why are you all in my apartment?”
“Dunno, because it has the biggest kitchen?”
Hobbit humor. He hated it even more.
“Breakfast’s ready! Come and get it!” Billy announced from behind the stove.
As a Pavlov effect the growling of his stomach overruled any other noise and he decided he might be able to handle their presence a bit better with some sustenance in his system. According to Viggo, Heineken wasn’t considered a healthy alternative to toast or even cornflakes, no matter how many times he argued there was always some kind of cereal in beer.
For a moment, the room was pleasantly quiet except for the tinkering of cutlery against plates as all four men stuffed themselves with Billy’s pancakes, which were pretty good, he had to admit.
Elijah leaned back, belched, mumbled a hasty unconvincing excuse and glanced at his watch.
“Sh*t! Sorry guys, gotta run, wouldn’t wanna be late.”
He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, knocking it over in his haste to get out, cursing underneath his breath until he slammed the door behind him, leaving Viggo and Billy looking undisturbed and Orli with one more question to ask.
“What was that all about?”
“Vigg, you explain it to him, while I clean up this mess.” It was so clear he didn’t wanna be responsible it was almost funny. If only Orli knew what the f*ck was going on with his friends. If he wasn’t a bit paranoid already, he would be now.
He turned to Vigg, who shrugged. “Wood had to pick someone up at the airport, that’s all.”
That’s all? Did they really think he was that gullible? “If that’s all, then why are all of you acting so bloody evasive? And don’t give me any ‘for your own good’ kind of crap either. I’m freakin’ 29 years old and I can decide for myself what’s for my own good.”
“And doing a marvelous job at it, one might add.”
He’d had it. First Elijah, than Billy and now Viggo, all deciding for him which way was deemed best to help him get over Darcy. The girl he had spent the last eight years of his life with, the girl whose absence now weighed him down to a complete halt. Not even when he’d lost his father had he felt this drained. And while the mature, levelheaded Orlando quietly reminded him he was indeed very lucky to have friends like Viggo and the Hobbits, his adolescent self had staged a hostile takeover and told him to tell all of them to bugger off and leave him alone.
Just as he opened his mouth to say the exact same words, Viggo gave him a look that for some reason stopped all the noise from even reaching his throat.
“Orlando…we didn’t tell you what this was all about because we didn’t know until that phone call just now if our plan would work out. Now I’ll tell you what’s going on but you’re gonna have to promise me you won’t freak out.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
“Very well. Now here’s the deal: you need to talk to Darcy.”
“Vigg…it’s been a month. I wouldn’t know what to say to her. I’m too nervous to grab the phone.”
“No, no phone. You need to do this face to face and as soon as possible.”
“How? Even with Fi canceling half of my appointments and sending me the bill for her therapist, I might add, I still can’t leave LA right now.”
“I know, which is why Elijah is picking her up from the airport as we speak.”
Both cold and hot flushes attacked his body and he couldn’t prevent a whimper from escaping his lips. So that’s why they didn’t include him in their plans; they knew him better than he had imagined. Had he known about her arrival in advance, he would have made a run for it. He wasn’t ready to talk to her, couldn’t come up with anything he could either say or do that would get their relationship back on the right track.
They sure had him by the balls. With Viggo sitting right next to him and Billy in the kitchen, there were no means of escape. And all the while, she was getting nearer and nearer. Come to think of it…
“How did you get a hold of her anyway?”
“Sean.”
“Which one, A or B?”
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Chapter fourteen, part II
“Bean.”
“You let Sean Bean loose on my girlfriend?” Exactly how many of the Fellowship were into this conspiracy anyway? He was so confused, he even forgot to call Darcy his ex.
“Yup. He visited her at her parent’s place last night and persuaded her to fly over here.”
For the first time in a very long time did he laugh. “Would have loved to have been a fly on that wall.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Getting serious again, he faced his older friend. “Problem is, I still don’t know what to say to her.”
He expected his friend to give him some hearty advice, with Billy, who was done in the kitchen and flopping down next to him, as a welcome side-kick. Nothing would have sketched his surprise when all he got was a pat on the shoulder and a smile.
“It’ll come to you. Sorry man, but this is a scene you don’t have a script for and neither do we.”
“That just sucks.”
“I know.”
He had wanted to say and ask so much more, but at that moment, the house intercom beeped. Billy, who was the closest, slid off the couch and trudged over to answer it. As he’d expected, it was the reception desk calling to let them know their expected guests had arrived. He thanked the man, turned around to face their host and shrugged, asking without words what Orlando wanted him to do next.
He might as well have asked the question to a broom cupboard, as the famous Mr. Bloom stood frozen in the middle of the living area, looking for all the world like a condemned man facing the firing squad. To say he was scared beyond hope was an understatement if there ever was one.
Viggo again took charge. “Billy, stay with him and don’t let him get away. I’ll go downstairs and welcome the girl. I have a feeling she’s just as nervous as he is. In these circumstances they won’t get anything mended.”
Billy nodded and led his friend gently back to the couch, while Viggo, too pumped up with adrenaline to wait for the elevator, took two steps at once down the stairs to arrive in the lobby with his heart pounding in his ears.
He flashed a grin at Elijah, who inclined his head in the general direction of the bench placed against the wall, where a small figure sat trembling, only supported by the arm held around her by Sean. Looked to Viggo she had no backbone at all.
Which made her and their boy upstairs two of a kind. He patted Elijah’s shoulder and nodded a greeting to Sean while kneeling in front of the shivering girl.
“Hey Darcy.”
“Hi.” Poor thing, sounding like she’d swallowed a frog.
“Thanks for coming.”
A shrug and a hint of a smile as she glanced sideways at the big blond man sitting next to her.
“Didn’t have much choice. He practically kidnapped me.”
“He didn’t use any force, did he?”
“Drugged me on the plane.”
“Hey, hang in there! I did no such thing.” Sean huffed indignantly, though his tired eyes betrayed his relief at her ability to joke even now.
“We’ll deal with him later. Right now, we’ve got a very nervous, very upset young man sitting upstairs, the only barrier between him and the fire escape being one Mr. Boyd. I suggest you go up there and liberate our little Took.”
She stood, wobbled, than composed herself, though her face was still ashen. She allowed Viggo to lead her upstairs, since she had no idea how to get there herself, even if it had been their home only weeks before. Feeling curiously exhausted, she leaned her head against the wall opposite of the door, as if she could see through it to assess the situation on the other side of it.
“You ready to go in or do you need some more time?”
More time, please. About a year would do nicely. Oh come off of it, be brave, for Christ’s sake! “No, that’s okay…I’m ready…I...think.” See? She could be brave. Or at least fake it. She hadn’t been living around actors for nothing.
Either she was a good actress or Viggo was one hell of a friend as he chose to ignore the quivering of her voice and heaved his fist to knock. Giving her one last questioning look and getting one last little nod, he announced their arrival to the men inside.
Orlando gasped as Billy shot him a warning glance before opening the door, finding his fellow actor and friend standing on the other side, blocking his view of Darcy cowering behind him.
“Vigg? Where’s Darcy? Cold feet?” At least he had the common sense to whisper.
“No, she’s right here behind me.” Just to make sure, he quickly glanced over his shoulder, letting out his breath as indeed she was still there. “How’s our man inside?”
“Nervous, ‘bout as pale as that one over there.”
“Better get her inside then. No need to stall the inevitable.” He turned and reached out to Darcy, who, grateful for the support, took his hand and let herself be dragged over the threshold and into the living area. Her shivers had nothing to do with the air conditioning blowing overhead.
There he was. The man she had loved from the moment she’d crashed into him and loved even now. Her heart contracted painfully at the sight of him, before shrinking and plummeting into her stomach. She wanted to vomit. He looked dreadful.
The once so tanned skin had an unhealthy tinge all over it, his lean physique now seemed skeletal and his eyes had dark bags underneath. Overall, he looked like the love-child of Marilyn Manson and an anorexic panda bear.
Unbeknownst to her, he was regarding her with the same trepidation, shocked by what he saw, and utterly disgusted with himself. She looked so petrified, so small, so gaunt. And he had caused it.
Once so feisty she could make her tiny frame stand out in any crowd, she now seemed to have shrunk inside herself. Her bloodless lips trembled, her vivid hair lay in matted tresses around her face…but it were the eyes that got to him. He used to be able to drown in their sparkling beauty, mirrors of her emotions as they danced or laughed or made love, now they were two great pools of gray liquid sorrow.
All his fault. If only he hadn’t let his career take precedence. If only he hadn’t started to believe in the hype around his persona himself.
Neither had realized they were alone now, as Viggo indicated to Billy they should give them their privacy and both of them silently left the apartment to join Elijah and Sean downstairs.
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Re: Not so easy - a new orlando Bloom story.
Chapter 14, part III
The staring contest wore off after a while and tentatively, Orlando took one step closer to the girl he could not recall not loving. His heart pumped a little faster and he granted access to the little ray of hope when she didn’t recoil. Though she didn’t move toward him either.
So one more step followed the first one, then another, until he was close enough to touch her if he reached out his hand. Unable to stop himself, he lifted his arm and gently, so carefully, traced the outline of her cheek with the back of his crooked fingers.
“So pale…so sad. My girl…w-what have I done?”
Wetness dripped from her eyes and made contact with his fingers. Automatically, his thumb wiped them away. And just as naturally, she leaned into the familiar warmth of his touch.
He whimpered at the contact, heart soaring because it appeared like she was slowly letting him back in. Driven by hope now, he took the last two paces separating them and the next thing he knew, he’d wrapped both his arms around her fragile frame in an embrace he never wanted to let go of.
Both of them were shaking so severely by now they sunk onto the floor, clutching each other as if their very lived depended on it, which wasn’t that far from the truth really. Without a conscious thought from either one of them, their lips fused together on pure instinct.
Somehow, with strength he didn’t know he still had, he managed to get himself off the floor, lift her off of it too and carry her into the bedroom, carefully draping her down onto the mattress, where both of them got rid of anything between them but skin with a haste neither had experienced before.
It was different from any other time they’d made love before. This wasn’t just make up sex, wasn’t a ‘grudge f*ck’. This was a wordless, necessary confirmation of who they were and what they meant to each other. With every stroke, every kiss, every thrust they gave the other one their soul back for keeps. To Darcy, it was lovemaking in the deepest meaning of the word and when their eyes met just before she came undone in his arms, she saw with incredible clarity he felt it too. It left them in tears and quite breathless, but closer to the other one than they had been for months, closer than they thought they could ever get again.
Of course it did not negate the need to talk. But propped up against his still heaving chest, tracing a small trail of sweat on his shoulder with her finger, she knew somehow they would work it out. They had to, she wasn’t prepared to let this slip away again.
He stirred, looking down at her with a sexy heavy-lidded gaze and a smile on his lips. He kissed her damp brow tenderly.
“You okay?”
She nodded and lifted her head to silently beg for a kiss, which he immediately granted. Satisfied and more than a little drowsy, she put her head back against his chest, reveling in the smell of him after their lovemaking. How could she have forgotten how great he smelled?
“We need to talk though.”
It was Orlando’s turn to nod. He knew, but somehow he wasn’t scared anymore. In fact, whatever fight would be asked from him, he would do it. No restraints, no hesitation. However much it would take to keep her right there beside him in this blissful bubble, he would do it without remorse, no questions asked. Viggo was right about priorities and she was his.
“I know, Darcy love…I missed you. It hurt.” He took hold of her hand resting on his chest. The tiny circles she was tracing around one of his nipples were distracting him and much as he enjoyed it, he had other things on his chest, pressing matters like convincing her to stay with him for at least this century.
“I know it did. I felt it too.” She remained silent for a while, then asked the most difficult question in a hushed whisper: “Where did we go wrong? What happened to us?”
He knew it wasn’t a rhetorical question, so he gently lifted her head with one finger, coaxing her to look at him.
“My honest opinion? We allowed our careers, our obligations to our fans, our success take over. I…I made the worst relationship-mistake of my life when I just started to assume you’d always follow me, regardless. I got used to having you around, literally stopped looking back, assumed our relationship was established, that you knew without a doubt we belonged together. So I forgot to work on us, our intimacy, our bonding, thinking we didn’t need the affirmation. Darcy…I allowed you to become an accessory instead of first priority and for that I’m more sorry I could ever tell you.”
Darcy blinked, dumbfounded. Sure she had expected him to take some of the heat for their failure, but she figured it was a collective guilt, just as much hers as it was his. But she wouldn’t let him become a martyr, like she remembered herself telling him so many years ago. She didn’t want to be acquitted for her own contribution.
“My dear sweet Orlando, you’re not the only guilty party in this tale. As much as I treasure your honesty, I hurt you just as badly. My mistake is as lethal as yours. You taking me for granted surely didn’t help, but I…I lost my faith. In you, in us, in what we had. I always thought love ought to be unconditional, which means I shouldn’t have needed the affirmation. But I did and the more I did, the less I trusted you. You’re such a big star now, you go out so much, then there was this picture…and I wasn’t so much shocked about the way things looked as I was about the fact I realized how much you were doing without me, like you had a whole other, darker side I knew nothing about.”
Momentarily, he froze. “You still don’t believe me, about what I told you about that picture?”
Again, honesty seemed the best option. “I do believe you now, but a month ago…I wasn’t so sure. It seemed easier to believe the picture, to have a final reason to cut things off with you. I was so tired Orlando, so tired of feeling like I was running without getting anywhere. I’m so sorry, so d*mn sorry I let you think I didn’t trust you, while in my heart I knew it was nothing.”
He remained silent for a very long time and she started to feel uncomfortable. When he felt her shudder, he pulled her back against him, easing her pain.
“So in recap, we both realize we made mistakes, we hurt each other more then we thought possible and we want the pain to stop. Question is, do we still want to do it together? Can we rebuild that trust? Can we set things right?”
“We have to. I don’t wanna do this alone. I think we just showed each other that there’s enough love still between us to make it happen. We owe it to each other and to ourselves to try, don’t you agree? And yes, I fully realize it’ll take massive effort for both of us to turn our worlds around and make each other our first priority, but I don’t care, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
When he didn’t answer immediately, she looked up to see silent tears trickling from his cheeks. Gently she kissed them away, ending with a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you too much to give up the fight now.”
“I love you too Darcy, so very much. And I don’t care either. Even if you’d ask me to retire entirely, I’d do it in a heartbeat.”
“There are other ways of showing me that love, Orlando.” She grinned cheekily and his body knew instantly what she meant. With a matching grin, he turned her over so he was hovering over her.
“I take it you’re ready for another demonstration then?”
As an answer, she yanked his head down for a blood boiling kiss.
Only one more chapter to wrap it up. I hope this one was worth the wait. Let me know...See you nxt time. 
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