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Title: Growing Pains *subject to change* (1/?)
Author: Naltaza
Pairing: Mentions of Kate/Orlando, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: Orlando experiences a tragedy which forces him to come to terms with his daughter and some emerging emotions
Warnings: Mild angst (this chapter
Beta: None yet anyone one to be my beta? (Oh and if anyone wants to make me a pretty banner, they can do that too because I have absolutely no idea, and the computer I’m currently working with is an iMac 98 pretty crappy)
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. None of this ever happened, and it most likely never will, if it does, I’m a psychic.

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“March 18th, marks the three year anniversary of actor Orlando Bloom’s wife, actress Kate Bosworth’s tragic death. She was killed by a drunk driver while she and her husband were returning from actor Viggo Mortensen’s home...”
He’d heard enough, switching the t.v. off Orlando ran his hand through his graying brown curls. It had only been three years since his wife's death but it felt like much longer.
Kate had been driving that night, Orlando had been sitting in the passenger side having drunk a few beers before leaving Viggo’s house and wasn’t safe to drive. The drunk driver had come around a curve at 90 miles an hour and Kate going only 40 didn’t have any time to react, her neck broke on impact, she died instantly. Orlando had a year of physical therapy for the injuries he’d sustained in the accident, two broken legs, a fractured wrist, broken cheek bone, his nose had been broken yet again, four cracked ribs and worst of all, the left side of his skull was cracked, and a vertebrae was chipped.
That night in the emergency room, he’d had emergency surgery to fix his skull, and another to fix his back. He’d have two more later in the year. He was in the hospital for months waiting for his broken body to heal, his face still swollen from surgery and his broken nose and cheek, his eyes bruised and his lips split, he was barely recognizable. They’d shaved off all of his hair, and he lost around thirty pounds of muscle he’d put on for a new role, sometimes, during the hard days it seemed as if Kate had gotten off easy. She didn’t have to go through agonizing physical therapy, she didn’t have their daughter cry and bury her face in fear on her grandmothers shoulder whenever she was brought to see her father. Eventually Orlando told his mother to stop bringing Sofia, reluctantly Sonia had agreed.
Orlando barely spoke to anyone, he did call Sofia and tell her how much he loved her and missed her, and he did tell the doctors what still hurt, but he just stared off in to space the rest of the time until one day four months after the accident Viggo came barreling into the room.
“Orlando.” He said in the tone of voice that said, ‘you are in deep shit with me right now, not matter how injured you are.’
Orlando didn’t respond, he just kept looking out the window towards the parking lot.
“Orlando you little shit look at me and pay the fuck attention to what I have to say.” This time Orlando did look, but his eyes held only one emotion, fury.
“Leave me the fuck alone Vig, nothing matters anymore Kate's gone and I’m going to lay here till the day I fucking die.”
“Orlando you little fucker you have a fucking child out there who doesn’t think you want to see her any more, hell I don’t even think she remembers what the fuck you look like. She’s lost her mother and she needs her fucking father. You know what she told me when I went to see your mother today? Hmm? She said, ‘Daddy doesn’t love me any more, he says it when he calls but he doesn’t mean it. She said you didn’t want to fucking see her any more? What’s going on in that fucked up brain of yours Bloom?”
Just then a slightly harried nurse came in the room, “Mr. Mortensen I suggest you keep your voice down or I will have you removed from this hospital, we can hear you all down the hallway!” Viggo gave an apologetic nod and the nurse left.
Viggo turned back to Orlando and saw he had tears in his eyes. “Do you know what she fucking did every time Mum brought her in here? She bawled her fucking eyes out because she was fucking scared of me you bastard, she was scared of her own fucking father because some fucker who had too much to drink decided to speed and kill my fucking wife!” Orlando started sobbing halfway through and broke down when he finished.
Viggo’s anger diminished he needed to be with Orlando right now. Hurriedly grabbing the visitors cot that was in the room, and pulling it closer to Orlando’s bed he sat clasping the injured man’s hand for dear life knowing it was the only source of comfort he could provide at the moment.

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