.::Chapter 7::. //Luck of the Draw\\

January 4- Sydney Premiere of Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring

One year later

Megan was shy in front of cameras, and if it wasn’t for that fact, she would’ve followed Viggo into movie acting. On premiere night, she stood behind her cousin and his family, smiling demurely in a dress that she was reluctant to wear because she feared it wouldn’t look good on her. The pictures were being taken on the red carpet to the after-party.

She heard her name being called by other men on the carpet and with Viggo’s consent, she left her kin and joined some old friends.

“Megan, you look very, very pretty tonight.” Dom replied, hugging her. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!”

“Same here, Dom. Amazing movie.” Megan replied.

“Ah, but I get the funnier lines.” Billy replied, waiting for Dom to let go of Megan.

Megan grinned. “That you do, Billy. I enjoyed watching you in your hobbit hair. You’re all so cute with the wigs.”

Dom pretended to be blushing. “Oh, Megan, that’s too kind of you. Lij! Sean! Come on! Meg’s here!” He called to his two friends just casually sauntering down the red carpet.

Elijah, seeing her, grinned and ran to the girl he slowly began to think of as an older sister. He kept in contact with her after she left New Zealand and frequently visited her during filming breaks. “Megggie. Glad to see you again.”

“Can you stand on your board now?” She asked, holding back a grin.

“Yes, yes I can.” He replied haughtily, stepping aside to let Sean greet her with a hug before returning to his wife.

“Come on, let’s get to that party.” Billy said, pulling Megan away from the mini-reunion.

Once inside, she found it to be loud and full of people, there was music, yes. There was also dancing. Usually she would join in, but tonight, she was overwhelmed. First, by the movie, second by the flashing bulbs. She order a screwdriver at the bar and sat herself onto a very soft couch.

Someone with curly hair sat next to her. “Megan.” He said.

“How do you know my name?” Megan asked. He turned and looked at her. “Orlando?”

“With hair.” Orlando smiled. There was a silence. “So, do I get just a hello? Or the greeting you gave the hobbits? Because I would be fine with nothing you know, I deserve it since the last time I saw—“ He was
interrupted when Megan threw her arms around him. “Yes! Customary hug!”

“With a kiss.” Megan replied, kissing him on the cheek.

“Does this mean…” Orlando trailed, looking at his lap.

“That we’re alright?” Megan asked. “Yeah, yeah it does.” Orlando looked at her and grinned.

“What got you to forgiving me?” Orlando asked.

“I had a good year to think Orlando, and I decided on the fact that we didn’t know each other well enough but, that what you did was still, very, very low.” Megan replied. Orlando nodded in agreement. “Oh can’t you just tell I passed my Psychiatry rounds?”

Orlando laughed. “Do we know each other well yet?”

“I’m not sure.” Megan replied. “I usually learn about the other person when I’m close to them for a long time.” She replied, putting her unfinished screwdriver onto the table next to her.

“Then we should dance.” Orlando replied, taking her hand and bringing her to the dance floor. “It’ll be…Q & A time, as we dance, milady.”
Megan grinned. “Alright, you go first.” The songs were all slow, and it made that easier for the both of them to think of questions.

“Birthday?” He asked.

“March 7th, 1977.” Megan replied. “You?”

“January 13th, 1977.” He replied. “Birthplace…oh wait, I know that one already. Favorite song?”

“Unforgettable, Nat King Cole.” She replied. “And you?”

“Somebody’s not being creative.” He laughed as she adjusted her head, letting it rest against his chest. “If I Fell, by the Beatles. Favorite color?”

“Silver.” She replied.

“Green.” He said after. She looked up at him and he grinned, cheekily.

“I didn’t get to ask my question. And it wasn’t the same thing either.” Megan replied. She looked at him seriously so that he could stop grinning.

“My question is… what would you do for a Klondike bar?”

To that, Orlando began to laugh his adorable laugh and had to lead her off of the dance floor so that he could sit down. His face was red and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“You know it wasn’t that funny.” Megan replied.

“It’s all in execution.” Orlando answered. “So, now Megan, do we know each other better?”

“Better than before.” Megan replied.

“And that leaves us?” Orlando asked. “Are we…?”

Megan leaned into his ear. “Come to my apartment tonight, after the party.”

With that, she reached for a napkin and a pen from the bartender and wrote down her address. “You can buzz me when you get there, Orlando. I’ll just get things ready.”

Orlando looked up at her. “What things?”

“I don’t know, yet.” Megan grinned.

~*~

Orlando’s heart raced as he got to her door. He didn’t know what he would see when she opened the door but would be surprised nonetheless. She opened the door and was wearing simple pajama pants and a tank top. “And for you, Mr. Bloom.” She handed him an oversized t-shirt and sweat pants. “The exact same thing you wore when you slept in my house for the first time.”

He grinned at her. “What do you have planned for a slightly drunk British man?” He asked, deciding to change in front of her, throwing all inhibitions through the window.

“I would very much like the slightly drunk British man to hold me and keep me warm because, the air conditioning leaves the house so very cold.” Megan replied.

“Then, turn it off.” He grinned, pulling the sweatpants on. “Or will it get too hot?”

“Yes, and things will happen.” She replied, watching him sit down on the couch. She sat down into his lap and leaned onto him. “And, the drunk British man might forget in the morning.”

“But if the person he’s with is good, he doesn’t forget.” Orlando replied, leaning to her head to take in her scent.

“I think that we should stop speaking in the third person because it’s quite strange after a while.” Megan grinned.

Orlando found his fingers tracing a pattern on her stomach. He stopped that, and was silent as he listened to her deep, even breaths. He gently kissed her neck. She stirred in her sleep. He relaxed completely, and soon found himself in a deep slumber.

Megan woke up that morning and felt the rise and fall of somebody’s chest. Disheveled, she sat up, trying to arrange her hair “You were very warm you know.” Orlando mumbled. She turned to him and grinned. “My lips could use some.”

“I’m sure they could.” She replied walking into her kitchen. She heard him spring up and his footsteps heading her way.

“Does Viggo know I’m here?” Orlando asked.

“Don’t ask, he might come you know, and then I can say you brought it upon yourself.” Megan looked at him smiling. She turned back to frying bacon and eggs.

“So, lady Hartl where do we sta-“ He stopped when the phone rang.

“Dammit.” She replied, handing him the spatula. She went to the phone. “Hello, Dr. Hartl here.” She listened to the other end and sighed as she hung up. “You, Mr. Bloom, have five minutes to change so that I can get to the hospital.”

“What, you’re working?” He asked.

“I’ll see if I can be there for at least two hours.” Megan replied, now bustling about looking for a container to hold the eggs and bacon. “Could you toss two bagels into this tupperware thing?”

Orlando watched as she sprinted back and forth from the bathroom and her bedroom. He decided to wear the polo and pants he wore from yesterday. “Megan, after this could we go to the hotel so that I could pick up some clothes?”

She rushed out in hip huggers and a wrap top. “Yeah, yeah sure.” She replied grabbing her lab coat that was hanging on the post. Orlando carried the food shutting the door behind her.

“Do they let you get away with that at work?” Orlando asked as she got into the drivers seat. “I don’t mind it.”

“As long as I wear my lab coat, I’m good.” Megan replied, in a focused state that Orlando found amusing. “When we’re there you can sit in my office, listen to my radio, go on the computer, look at the pictures, whatever.”

Orlando laughed. “Yeah, whatever.”

~*~

Orlando liked her office. She had a very nice office for a pediatrician. She was half listening to her quick paced explanation but caught words such as “Only new pediatrician this year.”

It was a corner office with large windows looking at the Opera House. On the walls it was covered with hung framed pictures of her patients. Orlando’s weakness for children was unbearably obvious now. “Well, Orlando, I’ll leave you here today. I’ll be back in two hours, keep yourself occupied. You can’t access porn or chats on the network computer.”

Orlando looked at her and laughed. “Why are you telling me this?” Megan didn’t answer but only smiled her way out of the room.

He sat behind her desk and looked at the screensaver of digital pictures from the set. He was intrigued. The first picture flashed on the screen. It was her and Viggo, she carrying his sword, pointing it at him and Viggo feigning fear. “That looks surprisingly real.” He said to himself.

The next picture flashed by, she took it with the scale doubles. Next with the actual actors. Sean, Dom, Billy and Elijah were standing in a row, each carrying a part of Megan. Orlando was laughing because Billy had a look of fake lust on his face. Then there were pictures of her with the individual hobbits, with Sean Bean, Cate Blanchett, Ian McKellen, and Miranda Otto. He sighed realizing there was no picture of him with Megan until the last picture flashed before looping. It was a picture of Orlando dressed in full Legolas attire on one of the film days. That brought a smile to his face.

“Doctor Hartl, could you…” A med student came in, but stopped seeing that Megan wasn’t in her office. “Do you know where Doctor Hartl went?”

“Um, no.” Orlando replied, honestly.
He sat in her office just going through each of the pictures until he noticed that she also had pictures on her desk. A lot of them were of her and Melissa, and then there were many of her with Viggo.

He must’ve fallen asleep in her chair because the next thing he saw was Megan shuffling around her office. “Megs, what are you doing?”

“Just getting stuff cleaned up.” Megan replied. He looked around and scratched his head in confusion. “Come on, there’s apparently a ‘fellowship’ party. Viggo wants me to be there.”

“I would like you to be there too.” Orlando replied getting up. “Oh and we have to get to my hotel room. I’m still in last night’s clothes.”

“Ah, but I find the two day smell very intoxicating. I often end up that way during the summer months. Kids just love breaking bones, getting sick, you know.” Megan replied.

~*~

Megan was greeted with smiles and hugs from everyone at the party. “Megan! Give me a kiss.” Dom grinned. Orlando watched them cautiously as she gave Dom a childish kiss on the cheek.

“Ooh! Me too! Me too!” Elijah said, grinning. Megan began to do the customary kiss on the cheek, as everyone got in line.

Orlando decided to sneak in line and once he got to her, Viggo stepped in between them. “Megan!”

“Viiiggo.” Megan said with dismay.

“Am I interrupting?” Viggo asked, a smirk on his face.

“Just going to give Orlando his kiss on the cheek.” Megan replied, Orlando brought his cheek close to her. As she came within an inch to his cheek she met his lips instead.

“Be glad you’re in public, Bloom.” Viggo replied, a hint of amusement in his normally monotonous voice.

“Guess that means I can kiss you again, Ms. Hartl.” Orlando grinned.

“It’s Doctor Hartl.” Megan laughed, kissing his forehead and running away from him. Someone tall put a hand on his shoulder.

“Liv!” Orlando grinned, hugging his friend.

“Now, I haven’t seen Megan in a while, but did Viggo just let you kiss her?” Liv asked, slightly surprised. Orlando just grinned.