AN: So this chapter is where we'll be having some more fun. might I add
that I am a true Orlando Bloom fan so, this is my revenge on the Mary-
Sue!!!
Angel on a Mission.
Chapter Three: Stage 2.
After succeeding with Viggo the angel Jessica and her new companion left the cattle station, riding the dusty roads of Western Australia to the nearest town with an airport. Jessica's mission began on Tuesday and it was Thursday morning when they arrived in Sydney. To be precise it was 2:30 on Thursday morning. Viggo seemed not to trust Jessica while he slept, however while they waited for their flight into London Jessica took the chance to catch some Zed's. The two didn't leave Australia until 4:30 and everything seemed still a little fuzzy to Viggo. Again, while the plane started its take off Jessica fell asleep. Viggo had some time to conquer his thoughts. Believing any of what this so called 'angel' said was still kind of hard. But she had taken him this far already. Still, the possibility that his friends had set this up as some weird joke was not to be forgotten. The image of him and her arriving at the London airport and greeted by Orli and then a surprise party of his friends and family. Maybe that was what the plan was. But then again, Jessica seemed to be a very convincing actor; she should consider becoming one herself.
The flight wore on and Jessica slept the whole way. She would expect no less though; working on the 6th floor meant no sleep for a very long time. By the time they had arrived in London it was Friday light evening. Viggo who had some how caught some sleep along the way shook Jessica awake who seemed to wake violently.
"Wha!?"
"We've arrived,"
"Oh,"
They departed the plane and wondered through London airport. Viggo had no idea how they were going to find Orli; he was a young British actor who had melted the hearts of nearly every teenage girl throughout the world. He could be anywhere; absolutely anywhere.
"Uh Jessica, how are we to find Orli, this London,"
"Good question Mr. Mortensen. Well what do you know about Orli, I mean like what he does in his spare time?"
"Hey you're the angel, can't you just zap us to where he is?"
"Uh no, I think not. If it was that easy I would have down that already,"
"Right. Well being the young lad he is, he's probably at some club, that probably doesn't help but yeah," "Ok, I suggest we try his place first, and then we check out the clubs,"
"Ok, you're the boss,"
Jessica gave him a weary look. Clearing she could not see her being any sort of boss. They headed out to the taxi ranks outside. For the weather it was raining lightly but Jessica zipped up her jacket anyway. Viggo being a light traveler only had one bag which carried his clothes. In the cab Viggo just realized that Jessica didn't have his address and was just about to tell her when she gave the cabbie a piece of paper. The cabbie nodded and they started to drive away.
"How did you know where he lived?"
She gave him a dry look.
"Right, my mistake,"
They reached Orli's place, a done up apartment building with stone lions next to the main door.
"Ok, Mr. Mortensen stay here, I'll go up and see if he's up there,"
"Well don't you want me to come up with you, I mean aren't I suppose to be the main way to convince him?"
"Don't worry, I have a feeling he might not be here, besides, I could handle it,"
With that she left the cab into the light rain, just as she entered the main entrance it started to pour. Literally come down in buckets. Viggo was in a bit of awe. Jessica walked into the lobby seeing not one soul, she headed straight for the elevator. Waiting patiently seemed not one of her good points. Thoughts flew through her head about the meeting with Orlando. She had to admit, he was ok looking. But like anything would happen? She was dead for one matter, even if she did commit adultery while on the mortal world; it could possible screw up the balance of life and death. Sex with a dead woman, it almost made her laugh. The elevator bing was heard and Jessica got on the lift. She hit the third floor. She could hear the rain and thunder crashing outside and was partially glad she was wearing a thick coat. On the third floor there were only six doors. One of which had to Orlando's. Remembering what the files had said Jessica walked briskly to number 15. She knocked on the door three times. No answer. Again she knocked and still there was no answer. So she called through the door.
"Mr. Bloom? Hello?"
No answer.
"Great, just great,"
Turning on her heel Jessica made for the elevator. She really didn't want to have to go London's club. She got downstairs and hurried back out into the rain to the cab.
"No such luck then?" Viggo asked as she shook the rain off herself.
"No, I'll have to do a scan,"
"Pardon me, a what?"
"A scan,"
She took her bag out and reached inside, producing a small hand held computer. She opened the screen and typed in a few things, a new screen opened with a picture of the outside of a club. On the picture the name of the club was clearly seen. In big red and blue neon letters read out, 'SOUND'.
"Hey I know that place, Orli took me there once, and it's his favorite club,"
"Ok great, cab driver can you take us here please?" she showed him the address and he nodded.
"Should have guessed he be there," Viggo said under his breathe.
"Should have hoped he wasn't going to be in a club," Jessica said in a equally annoyed tone.
All that could be seen in the dim lighting was the bar, the DJ booth and the mass of dancing bodies. They seemed to intoxicate the whole club. But from Orlando's high perch they all seemed too small to really be cared about. Sitting lazily on a red soft and cushy couch Orlando had in his lap a nice tall pretty blonde who probably couldn't care any less then he did about the consequences of the next day. The pretty blonde was pretty much all over him and Orlando had no objection. He didn't even remember her name. This thought seemed to go through her head too.
"You better remember my name because you're going to be screaming it out to me tonight,"
"Is that so?"
For an answer the blonde stuck her tongue down Orlando's throat. Agreeing with her Orlando gladly tasted her back, which was until he was rudely interrupted by an old friend.
"Always had a way with the ladies hey Orli?" came the familiar voice.
Orlando nearly choked on the blonde's tongue. He opened his eyes to find his old pal Viggo Mortensen standing there with a big grin on his face, beside him stood a bored looking extremely plain looking chick with a shirt that read in big bold letters, 'I don't believe in miracles, I rely on them'.
"Vig, hi! What are you doing here? When did you get here?"
"Oh about an hour ago,"
'Holy shit, you should have called me, I could have had dinner set up or something,"
"Nah mate, I'm not here on a social visit unfortunately," he looked at Jessica with a profound look on his face.
"What? Why are you here then, and who are you?"
Jessica bit the inside her lip trying not to say something covered in sarcasm, "My name is Jessica Mr. Bloom, and I need to talk to you about something very serious,"
"Well I am kind of busy but maybe you could catch me tomorrow?"
"Look, Mr. Bloom tomorrow I won't be here and if I don't leave here tomorrow with you, the consequences will not be very pretty,"
Orlando looked at her as if she was some secret agent, "Right, anyways, Vig you want a beer?"
Before Viggo could answer Jessica cut in, her voice sounding very annoyed, "Mr. Bloom, I find this hardly amusing,"
"Fine, I don't either,"
"You don't understand, this is serious business, if I had not been dragged into this by my boss I wouldn't bother to even try and find you, let alone Mr. Mortensen. The situation is more serious then you think, I will not allow it to be taken lightly,"
Viggo looked her in amaze, he didn't know she had it in her to be that threatening and menacing. Orlando looked from this Jessica to Viggo.
"Vig, is she serious?"
"Ahhh, dead serious Orli, dead serious,"
Jessica grinned, "You don't know how much the words dead serious clash with me,"
"I don't believe you, this is either a joke or a really bad dream," Orlando stated with his arms folded across his chest.
All three were sitting in Orlando's apartment; Jessica had just sprung the news to Orlando about everything, including gory details about her death, just to spite him.
"Hey Orli, you know, I thought that too, but she's gotten this far, and you didn't know anything about this, I'm starting to think it could actually be real," Viggo try to convinced his friend.
"Yeah so what she's gotten this far? I mean, there's still Lij, he probably set this up," "I assure you Mr. Bloom, this is neither joke nor a bad dream, it is all real, and because of that we need your help,"
"How the hell can I trust you anyway, how do I know you're not some psycho trying to kill us celebrities?"
Jessica sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, obviously she was very frustrated, "I'll prove it then,"
She stood up and held out her hands as if she was holding an imaginary ball. Viggo seemed a little bit nervous, as he had said; he was starting to believe it all. And if Jessica was capable of things regular humans weren't she could be dangerous. Orlando still looked skeptical but when a ball of light appeared in Jessica's hands the look was replaced with a look of horror. Jessica kept her eyes on the ball and slowly the ball grew larger and brighter. It began to spin and flash different colors. Viggo and Orlando could hear something that sounded like a charge building. They looked at each other in worry. But Jessica didn't take her eyes of the glowing ball. The charge seemed to reach its max, and then, with a loud bang the ball exploded into a flash of light and the room was filled with glittering stars that you could touch. After the shock wore off Orlando and Viggo were able to look and see the glittering room.
"Now do you believe me?" she asked in a quiet voice.
AN: Yay! I finished another chapter!! The next installment will be just exciting, and possibly more funny in a way. This one was a bit weedy.
Angel on a Mission.
Chapter Three: Stage 2.
After succeeding with Viggo the angel Jessica and her new companion left the cattle station, riding the dusty roads of Western Australia to the nearest town with an airport. Jessica's mission began on Tuesday and it was Thursday morning when they arrived in Sydney. To be precise it was 2:30 on Thursday morning. Viggo seemed not to trust Jessica while he slept, however while they waited for their flight into London Jessica took the chance to catch some Zed's. The two didn't leave Australia until 4:30 and everything seemed still a little fuzzy to Viggo. Again, while the plane started its take off Jessica fell asleep. Viggo had some time to conquer his thoughts. Believing any of what this so called 'angel' said was still kind of hard. But she had taken him this far already. Still, the possibility that his friends had set this up as some weird joke was not to be forgotten. The image of him and her arriving at the London airport and greeted by Orli and then a surprise party of his friends and family. Maybe that was what the plan was. But then again, Jessica seemed to be a very convincing actor; she should consider becoming one herself.
The flight wore on and Jessica slept the whole way. She would expect no less though; working on the 6th floor meant no sleep for a very long time. By the time they had arrived in London it was Friday light evening. Viggo who had some how caught some sleep along the way shook Jessica awake who seemed to wake violently.
"Wha!?"
"We've arrived,"
"Oh,"
They departed the plane and wondered through London airport. Viggo had no idea how they were going to find Orli; he was a young British actor who had melted the hearts of nearly every teenage girl throughout the world. He could be anywhere; absolutely anywhere.
"Uh Jessica, how are we to find Orli, this London,"
"Good question Mr. Mortensen. Well what do you know about Orli, I mean like what he does in his spare time?"
"Hey you're the angel, can't you just zap us to where he is?"
"Uh no, I think not. If it was that easy I would have down that already,"
"Right. Well being the young lad he is, he's probably at some club, that probably doesn't help but yeah," "Ok, I suggest we try his place first, and then we check out the clubs,"
"Ok, you're the boss,"
Jessica gave him a weary look. Clearing she could not see her being any sort of boss. They headed out to the taxi ranks outside. For the weather it was raining lightly but Jessica zipped up her jacket anyway. Viggo being a light traveler only had one bag which carried his clothes. In the cab Viggo just realized that Jessica didn't have his address and was just about to tell her when she gave the cabbie a piece of paper. The cabbie nodded and they started to drive away.
"How did you know where he lived?"
She gave him a dry look.
"Right, my mistake,"
They reached Orli's place, a done up apartment building with stone lions next to the main door.
"Ok, Mr. Mortensen stay here, I'll go up and see if he's up there,"
"Well don't you want me to come up with you, I mean aren't I suppose to be the main way to convince him?"
"Don't worry, I have a feeling he might not be here, besides, I could handle it,"
With that she left the cab into the light rain, just as she entered the main entrance it started to pour. Literally come down in buckets. Viggo was in a bit of awe. Jessica walked into the lobby seeing not one soul, she headed straight for the elevator. Waiting patiently seemed not one of her good points. Thoughts flew through her head about the meeting with Orlando. She had to admit, he was ok looking. But like anything would happen? She was dead for one matter, even if she did commit adultery while on the mortal world; it could possible screw up the balance of life and death. Sex with a dead woman, it almost made her laugh. The elevator bing was heard and Jessica got on the lift. She hit the third floor. She could hear the rain and thunder crashing outside and was partially glad she was wearing a thick coat. On the third floor there were only six doors. One of which had to Orlando's. Remembering what the files had said Jessica walked briskly to number 15. She knocked on the door three times. No answer. Again she knocked and still there was no answer. So she called through the door.
"Mr. Bloom? Hello?"
No answer.
"Great, just great,"
Turning on her heel Jessica made for the elevator. She really didn't want to have to go London's club. She got downstairs and hurried back out into the rain to the cab.
"No such luck then?" Viggo asked as she shook the rain off herself.
"No, I'll have to do a scan,"
"Pardon me, a what?"
"A scan,"
She took her bag out and reached inside, producing a small hand held computer. She opened the screen and typed in a few things, a new screen opened with a picture of the outside of a club. On the picture the name of the club was clearly seen. In big red and blue neon letters read out, 'SOUND'.
"Hey I know that place, Orli took me there once, and it's his favorite club,"
"Ok great, cab driver can you take us here please?" she showed him the address and he nodded.
"Should have guessed he be there," Viggo said under his breathe.
"Should have hoped he wasn't going to be in a club," Jessica said in a equally annoyed tone.
All that could be seen in the dim lighting was the bar, the DJ booth and the mass of dancing bodies. They seemed to intoxicate the whole club. But from Orlando's high perch they all seemed too small to really be cared about. Sitting lazily on a red soft and cushy couch Orlando had in his lap a nice tall pretty blonde who probably couldn't care any less then he did about the consequences of the next day. The pretty blonde was pretty much all over him and Orlando had no objection. He didn't even remember her name. This thought seemed to go through her head too.
"You better remember my name because you're going to be screaming it out to me tonight,"
"Is that so?"
For an answer the blonde stuck her tongue down Orlando's throat. Agreeing with her Orlando gladly tasted her back, which was until he was rudely interrupted by an old friend.
"Always had a way with the ladies hey Orli?" came the familiar voice.
Orlando nearly choked on the blonde's tongue. He opened his eyes to find his old pal Viggo Mortensen standing there with a big grin on his face, beside him stood a bored looking extremely plain looking chick with a shirt that read in big bold letters, 'I don't believe in miracles, I rely on them'.
"Vig, hi! What are you doing here? When did you get here?"
"Oh about an hour ago,"
'Holy shit, you should have called me, I could have had dinner set up or something,"
"Nah mate, I'm not here on a social visit unfortunately," he looked at Jessica with a profound look on his face.
"What? Why are you here then, and who are you?"
Jessica bit the inside her lip trying not to say something covered in sarcasm, "My name is Jessica Mr. Bloom, and I need to talk to you about something very serious,"
"Well I am kind of busy but maybe you could catch me tomorrow?"
"Look, Mr. Bloom tomorrow I won't be here and if I don't leave here tomorrow with you, the consequences will not be very pretty,"
Orlando looked at her as if she was some secret agent, "Right, anyways, Vig you want a beer?"
Before Viggo could answer Jessica cut in, her voice sounding very annoyed, "Mr. Bloom, I find this hardly amusing,"
"Fine, I don't either,"
"You don't understand, this is serious business, if I had not been dragged into this by my boss I wouldn't bother to even try and find you, let alone Mr. Mortensen. The situation is more serious then you think, I will not allow it to be taken lightly,"
Viggo looked her in amaze, he didn't know she had it in her to be that threatening and menacing. Orlando looked from this Jessica to Viggo.
"Vig, is she serious?"
"Ahhh, dead serious Orli, dead serious,"
Jessica grinned, "You don't know how much the words dead serious clash with me,"
"I don't believe you, this is either a joke or a really bad dream," Orlando stated with his arms folded across his chest.
All three were sitting in Orlando's apartment; Jessica had just sprung the news to Orlando about everything, including gory details about her death, just to spite him.
"Hey Orli, you know, I thought that too, but she's gotten this far, and you didn't know anything about this, I'm starting to think it could actually be real," Viggo try to convinced his friend.
"Yeah so what she's gotten this far? I mean, there's still Lij, he probably set this up," "I assure you Mr. Bloom, this is neither joke nor a bad dream, it is all real, and because of that we need your help,"
"How the hell can I trust you anyway, how do I know you're not some psycho trying to kill us celebrities?"
Jessica sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, obviously she was very frustrated, "I'll prove it then,"
She stood up and held out her hands as if she was holding an imaginary ball. Viggo seemed a little bit nervous, as he had said; he was starting to believe it all. And if Jessica was capable of things regular humans weren't she could be dangerous. Orlando still looked skeptical but when a ball of light appeared in Jessica's hands the look was replaced with a look of horror. Jessica kept her eyes on the ball and slowly the ball grew larger and brighter. It began to spin and flash different colors. Viggo and Orlando could hear something that sounded like a charge building. They looked at each other in worry. But Jessica didn't take her eyes of the glowing ball. The charge seemed to reach its max, and then, with a loud bang the ball exploded into a flash of light and the room was filled with glittering stars that you could touch. After the shock wore off Orlando and Viggo were able to look and see the glittering room.
"Now do you believe me?" she asked in a quiet voice.
AN: Yay! I finished another chapter!! The next installment will be just exciting, and possibly more funny in a way. This one was a bit weedy.
