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shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 20th, 2005 11:29 pm)this will be a series, updated daily, possibly more than once.
Title: Splitsville, Population: You
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R for series
Summary: This fic exists in a little AU sector of my brain where everything is the same, except the boys haven’t worked together. This means Dom and Billy have never met. Until now.
Notes: This ate at my brain for the past three weeks. I’ve finally given in.
Dom pulls into the driveway of Elijah’s house, feeling glad to be home. Well, not home exactly, but back in California, back to Elijah’s where things are familiar and not quite so confusing.
“We need a break,” she’d said on the phone. “You know we’re not working out, Dom.” Evie’s voice had sounded frustrated and Dom was only upset because he knew it was true.
“It’s been fun, but you know we’re not right for this.”
It’s been fun. The exact thing you don’t want to hear from the girl you’ve been seeing for five months, and it’s exactly what she’d said to him. And on the telephone, no less. Dom had hung up the phone feeling very, very dumped. Which, well, he was.
He’d known it was over when she didn’t want to come with him from Hawaii. She’d had all kinds of excuses – she didn’t want to leave her new house, didn’t want to deal with any more jet lag, wanted to take a break now that they’d finally stopped filming – but he’d known then. She didn’t want to go with him. She’d just waited until this afternoon to say it.
He sighs, putting his car into park and grabbing the CDs he’d promised Elijah. This is exactly what he needed. A party back at Elijah’s place, a chance to get his mind from Lost, of work, of Evie. Of being very, very dumped.
He knocks on Elijah’s door and is greeted by someone he doesn’t recognize at all.
“Hi,” Mystery Guy says, and Dom looks at him curiously. He’s short, with ginger-colored hair and bright green eyes. Attractive, Dom thinks, and mentally rolls his eyes at himself.
“You must be Dom,” the man says, and Dom nods, following him inside. He’s barefoot, and his jeans drag on the carpet below his heels.
“Yeah,” Dom smiles, closing the door behind him. “And you…?”
“Sorry,” he laughs, putting out his hand. “Billy Boyd. I’m staying with Lij for a while.”
Dom shakes his hand, smiling. “From Scotland, yeah?”
Billy grins back. “Glasgow, yeah. Lij is in the kitchen,” he says, and they head in that direction.
“Sblomb!” Elijah jumps up from his seat and gives Dom a big hug, practically jumping into his arms. Dom laughs and hugs back, feeling terribly glad to see him.
“Dude, what did you do to your hair?”
“Oh, sorry, why don’t I get a mohawk? What the hell is that shirt?”
“It’s yours, asshole.”
“Little shite.”
They hug again, laughing, and take a seat at the table, where Billy is looking at them both, bewildered.
“It’s been a while,” Dom explains.
“I see…Sblomb,” Billy smirks.
Dom grins. He likes this guy already.
*
Two hours later, Billy is in the guest room getting changed and Dom and Elijah are reclined on the couch, waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. Elijah swears it’s going to be a ‘small party,’ but Dom can’t quite believe that when he sees the amount of liquor Elijah’s purchased for the night. He leans back into the cushions and pokes at Elijah with the toe of his trainer.
“So, where’d you meet Billy?” he asks, curious. Elijah had never mentioned him before.
“Through work,” he replies. “Some charity auction in New York, I think. He’s a good guy.”
“I approve,” Dom nods, taking a sip of beer.
“He’s gonna stay here a while,” Elijah goes on, a bit more softly. “Just broke it off with his girlfriend.”
There’s a pang in Dom’s gut at that, but he swallows it down with more beer, only nodding.
“They were together for years, man. He’s pretty broken up.”
“That sucks,” Dom says, distractedly, and Elijah suddenly turns, nudging him.
“Shit man, I’m an asshole. How’s Evie? Why couldn’t she come?”
Dom coughs on his sip of beer and Elijah looks at him, concerned.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Dom clears his throat, taking a longer sip to soothe the scratching. The lie spills from his lips before he can think about it. "Evie had to work. Interviews, you know how it is," he shrugs, looking away.
Elijah nods and Dom jumps to his feet. This called for more beer.
tbc.
Title: Splitsville, Population: You
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R for series
Summary: This fic exists in a little AU sector of my brain where everything is the same, except the boys haven’t worked together. This means Dom and Billy have never met. Until now.
Notes: This ate at my brain for the past three weeks. I’ve finally given in.
Splitsville, Population: You
Dom pulls into the driveway of Elijah’s house, feeling glad to be home. Well, not home exactly, but back in California, back to Elijah’s where things are familiar and not quite so confusing.
“We need a break,” she’d said on the phone. “You know we’re not working out, Dom.” Evie’s voice had sounded frustrated and Dom was only upset because he knew it was true.
“It’s been fun, but you know we’re not right for this.”
It’s been fun. The exact thing you don’t want to hear from the girl you’ve been seeing for five months, and it’s exactly what she’d said to him. And on the telephone, no less. Dom had hung up the phone feeling very, very dumped. Which, well, he was.
He’d known it was over when she didn’t want to come with him from Hawaii. She’d had all kinds of excuses – she didn’t want to leave her new house, didn’t want to deal with any more jet lag, wanted to take a break now that they’d finally stopped filming – but he’d known then. She didn’t want to go with him. She’d just waited until this afternoon to say it.
He sighs, putting his car into park and grabbing the CDs he’d promised Elijah. This is exactly what he needed. A party back at Elijah’s place, a chance to get his mind from Lost, of work, of Evie. Of being very, very dumped.
He knocks on Elijah’s door and is greeted by someone he doesn’t recognize at all.
“Hi,” Mystery Guy says, and Dom looks at him curiously. He’s short, with ginger-colored hair and bright green eyes. Attractive, Dom thinks, and mentally rolls his eyes at himself.
“You must be Dom,” the man says, and Dom nods, following him inside. He’s barefoot, and his jeans drag on the carpet below his heels.
“Yeah,” Dom smiles, closing the door behind him. “And you…?”
“Sorry,” he laughs, putting out his hand. “Billy Boyd. I’m staying with Lij for a while.”
Dom shakes his hand, smiling. “From Scotland, yeah?”
Billy grins back. “Glasgow, yeah. Lij is in the kitchen,” he says, and they head in that direction.
“Sblomb!” Elijah jumps up from his seat and gives Dom a big hug, practically jumping into his arms. Dom laughs and hugs back, feeling terribly glad to see him.
“Dude, what did you do to your hair?”
“Oh, sorry, why don’t I get a mohawk? What the hell is that shirt?”
“It’s yours, asshole.”
“Little shite.”
They hug again, laughing, and take a seat at the table, where Billy is looking at them both, bewildered.
“It’s been a while,” Dom explains.
“I see…Sblomb,” Billy smirks.
Dom grins. He likes this guy already.
*
Two hours later, Billy is in the guest room getting changed and Dom and Elijah are reclined on the couch, waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. Elijah swears it’s going to be a ‘small party,’ but Dom can’t quite believe that when he sees the amount of liquor Elijah’s purchased for the night. He leans back into the cushions and pokes at Elijah with the toe of his trainer.
“So, where’d you meet Billy?” he asks, curious. Elijah had never mentioned him before.
“Through work,” he replies. “Some charity auction in New York, I think. He’s a good guy.”
“I approve,” Dom nods, taking a sip of beer.
“He’s gonna stay here a while,” Elijah goes on, a bit more softly. “Just broke it off with his girlfriend.”
There’s a pang in Dom’s gut at that, but he swallows it down with more beer, only nodding.
“They were together for years, man. He’s pretty broken up.”
“That sucks,” Dom says, distractedly, and Elijah suddenly turns, nudging him.
“Shit man, I’m an asshole. How’s Evie? Why couldn’t she come?”
Dom coughs on his sip of beer and Elijah looks at him, concerned.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," Dom clears his throat, taking a longer sip to soothe the scratching. The lie spills from his lips before he can think about it. "Evie had to work. Interviews, you know how it is," he shrugs, looking away.
Elijah nods and Dom jumps to his feet. This called for more beer.
tbc.
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*is intrigued*
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thanks for reading!
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More please! And asap!
I really want to see where this is going!
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Your fics always make me feel like that.
Can't wait for more.
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thanks for reading!