Title: "Broken-Hearts Club" Pairing: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom Rating: PG Disclaimer: Never happened. Summary: Orlando's heart is dented and bruised and it's all that Sarah Wiley's fault. Notes: Written for the Comment_Fic Holiday post - my prompts were 'Valentine's Day love letters' and Karl/Orlando. "Oh, man, listen to this," Orlando said, lifting another card from the cardboard box in front of him. Most of the other boxes were already taped shut and lined along the living room wall, waiting for the movers. Last day in their old place, and although Orlando was more than ready to move on, he was feeling a little nostalgic about leaving his and Karl's first apartment as a couple. Karl, who'd been going through the closet, yanking out unwanted clothing for Goodwill, paused and gave Orlando a questioning look. "Go on." Orlando picked the card back up, examined the childish, block-like lettering. Man, the memories this one brought back... "Right, but I'll warn you, it's embarrassing as fuck." Karl flashed him a grin, and went back to sorting through clothes. "You know there's nothing I love better." "One of the reasons I adore you so," Orlando chuckled, then cleared his throat dramatically. "Alright then, here goes: My Teddy Bear is nice and soft It comes in handy when I'm scared He follows me wherever I go That is something that I know. I gave him to you on a cold, rainy day You held him tight But then you broke my heart And now I want him back." Karl waited a beat. "And who did you sent that to?" "Sarah Wiley," Orlando laughed. Christ, he'd been a fool over that girl. "I was nine. It was my Valentine's card to her." "Ouch." Karl bent down, gave Orlando a quick kiss before walking over to the armoire. His voice was slightly echoed as he poked his head in to get at the clothes in the back. "Well, if she broke your heart, you had every right to demand your bear back." "Scarred me for life, she did," Orlando said, and packed the card back into the box that also held the teddy bear in question, letters from the pen pal he'd had in India when he'd been eleven, and various school knick knacks. "I don't think I ever truly recovered from the blow she dealt me." Karl poked his head out, his hair a spiky mess. One cheek had a smear of dirt across it. "Heart's a shriveled, closed fist now?" "Well, I dunno about shriveled, but it's definitely got a few dents and bruises, and it's all her fault." "Lucky for you I like a bargain," Karl grinned. Orlando just harrumphed and threw a pair of balled up socks at him. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave feedback here. Thanks!