.::.Chapter Two.::. //Just a Handsome Man Knocking at your Door\\

Orlando came knocking at the door at seven o’clock that morning. He heard several swears, and some were from Viggo. “Who’s there?” Megan asked.

“Who’s that handsome man knocking at your door?” Orlando asked, putting a high voice on. “Why, it’s Orlando Bloom of course.”

Megan opened the door. Her hair was disheveled and she was still in last night’s clothes. “Come in.”

“Why are you still wearing those clothes?” Orlando asked.

“Well, you see, I thought I would do some reading, and instead I ended up drooling all over the page about beta blockers.” Megan replied. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be out of the shower and all made up and pretty.”

Orland grinned and sat down on the sofa. Viggo came out of his bedroom looking as though he could throw daggers at Orlando. “Where are you all headed today?”

“Australia.” Orlando replied.

“Oh good, Meg’s got a fierce Australian pride, she’ll show you around.” Viggo nodded, he went back into his bedroom and it sounded like he went back to sleep right when he touched the pillows.

Megan came out of the bathroom dressed in blue jeans, nifty adidas shoes, and a white t-shirt that said ‘I’ve got what boys want’ in red letters. Her brown hair was still dripping wet as she brushed through it and then toweled it several times over.

“You know, there’s this new invention called the blow dryer.” Orlando said amusedly.

“Australian sun’s enough, thank you.” Megan grinned.

“I like your shirt by the way.” Orlando said as they walked out the door.

“I wore it because Viggo wasn’t coming. He’d probably die, or kill one of you if he found out I was wearing this.” Megan replied. They waited for the elevator in silence.

“I have to ask you a favor.” Orlando said.

“Sure, anything.” Megan replied.

“There’s a spot on my back that’s driving me insane, could you please scratch it? It’s right in the middle of my shoulder blades.” Orlando replied. Megan shrugged and scratched his back, stopping once Orlando
relaxed. “Ahh, that’s good stuff.”

“So, Orlando, do tell me, how are we going to get to Australia?” Megan asked.

“Charter Jet.” Orlando replied. “Very spiffy. We can have margaritas all around.”

“Yeah, margaritas this early the morning…great way to start the day.” Megan said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh right, forgot you were a doctor.” Orlando grinned. “Well, for some of us it doesn’t matter when we drink because sometimes we’ll just stay up all night telling stories.”

“Manly stories?” Megan asked, as the elevator door finally opened.

“Yes, about how many girls we’ve been with and how much alcohol we can handle.” Orlando said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I would’ve believed that if you weren’t burning a hole through my head, Mr. Bloom.” Megan replied.

Orlando gave a sort of girlish giggle. “I like that…Mr. Bloom. Sounds very refined.”

“Sad that you’re not though, eh?” Megan grinned. Orlando feigned dejection and looked at his feet. “Well, you give up easily.”

The elevator doors opened. “I do not.” Orlando grinned. Dom, Elijah and Sean Astin were already downstairs, Elijah and Dom were both sipping from very caffeinated cups of coffee. “Elijah, where’s the coffee from?”
“Free coffee over somewhere.” He muttered.

“That’s very helpful.” Orlando said. “Coffee, Meg? Can I call you Meg?”

“Anybody can call me Meg. It’s ‘May I’ Orlando.” Megan replied.

“Alright, alright.” He laughed. “May I call you Meg?”

“Yes, and I like my coffee black with two sugars.” Megan replied, shooing him away with a grin on her face.
He trotted back at a rather quick pace, considering he was carrying extremely hot cups of coffee. “There you go ma’am.”

“So, how did I get stuck with four fine hobbits and an elf?” Megan asked as she talked to Dom.

“Aw, now when you say ‘elf’ why are you sounding so depressed?” Orlando pouted.

“He’s got hobbit feet envy.” Dom said grinning cheekily before diving away seeing Orlando’s death stare.

Megan laughed. Sean *Astin got everyone’s attention. “Guys, the ride is here.”

“So, why aren’t you off doing family bonding?” Billy asked.

“What, you don’t want me here?” Megan asked, her face clearly not matching her harsh one. “Actually, Vig’s getting his boy Henry at the airport tonight so I left him to his own devices.”

“Orlando, I need to tell you that most normal people don’t gawk that obviously.” Dom replied.

Orlando made a face and proceeded to put his baseball cap on. “Hides the freak haircut.” Orlando explained to Megan.

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t hide the freak.” Billy said, high fiving Dom.

They arrived at the airport and were escorted to the LotR Learjet. Megan was in awe at the spaciousness of it all. Billy and Dom quickly found seats where they could wreak havoc (i.e. near the bar). Megan followed Orlando and sat facing him in a sort of booth-like enclosure. The plane took off without a hitch.

“Do you surf?” Orlando asked after a few moments of very awkward silence.

“Yeah. If you’re a Sydney-sider, it’s either surfing, swimming, or both.” Megan replied. “We could get to Bondi Beach and do some surfing in the afternoon when the waves are really high.”
“Awesome. I’ve never gone before.” Orlando said excitedly.

Megan made a guttural tut. “Not at Bondi. Beginners not allowed. Bondi’s where the big boys and girls play, Orlando.” She winked.

“Then I guess I’ll have to learn from the best.” Orlando grinned.

Dom and Billy came down the aisle giggling like teenaged girls. “Hello, my name’s Daisy, and this is…” He looked at Billy. “Wilma. We’ll be your flight attendants. Care for a drink?”

Orlando laughed. “Have Wilma fetch me a Bailey’s please.” Billy went galloping off to the bar.

“And you ma’am?” Dom asked.

“Bailey’s does sound good… I’ll have that.” Megan replied. Billy came back and poured their drinks when Megan asked. “Billy, where did you get your breasts?”

“Watermelon halves. Don’t worry, they’re wrapped in cellophane.” Billy said, grinning.

“And you’re supporting them how?” Megan asked.

“My upper body strength of course.” He replied, sticking his chest out, which lead to the watermelon falling out.

~*~

Orlando toyed with the rim of his glass. “So, when you visit Viggo, does he usually fend the men off?” Orlando asked, a boyish grin on his face.

Megan couldn’t help but laugh as she saw Orland’s face. “I’d like him to, but usually most guys give me the ‘Let’s just be friends’ line, and for some reason, Viggo lets that one slide.”

“We’re men. We don’t know what we have until it’s gone.” Orlando sighed. “Quite unfortunate, really.”

Megan nodded and looked out the window, playing with her hair. Orlando studied her and it soon came off as staring. “You know, Orlando, just because I don’t hear you doesn’t mean I can’t see you.” Megan said, with a tone of amusement in her voice.

“Well, to study a masterpiece, one must take in all the details.” Orlando replied. He saw, with much amusement, that Megan turned a brilliant shade of red.

“Viggo would’ve killed you three times over for that.” Megan said, grinning.