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shellies.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 21st, 2005 01:24 pm)Title: Splitsville, Population: You - Part II
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.
Part I here
The party is in full swing, but Billy just can’t seem to get into it. He sits on the couch, watching the action as he takes another sip of his – fifth? Seventh? Somethingth drink. People are dancing, laughing, drinking, and the general merriment should be contagious, but it only serves to make Billy feel more isolated. Maybe coming to California had been a bad idea.
He’d thought getting away was exactly what he needed. There was too much in his flat – too much in all of Scotland, really – that reminded him of Ali. And now that she had left, well…he couldn’t quite bear to look at it all.
Ali…he can’t seem to stop thinking about her. And that’s the funny thing, because he’d been just as unhappy as she was when they were together. They’d been unhappy for a while, having fallen into that routine that so many long-term couples fall into. The one where they’re simply together because they’re used to being together. She’d only become fed up first.
It wasn’t Ali that Billy missed so much, but having Ali. Having someone to come home to, to share dinner with and discuss the day. Someone who knew everything he liked in bed and willingly complied. Someone warm to hug as he slept.
But now she was gone, off doing a show somewhere in Switzerland with her things in storage until she finds a permanent place of her own back in Scotland. Billy had stared at the empty slot in the toothbrush holder for a good ten minutes one morning when he’d decided it was time to book a flight.
Which leaves him here, sitting on Elijah’s sofa and drowning himself in rum and Coke. He doesn’t even like rum and Coke.
“Hey,” a voice says, suddenly next to him, and Billy turns to see Elijah’s friend Dom sitting there. “You all right?” He’s looking at Billy with something like concern, and Billy thinks, great, Elijah told him. And now he’s here to join the pity party.
“I’m fine,” Billy says, and if there’s a slight slur to that, he can’t be held responsible.
“I was gonna have a cigarette and you seem like you could use some fresh air,” Dom says casually.
“So you thought you’d blow some smoke at me?” Billy raises an eyebrow, amused.
Dom laughs. “Something like that, yeah,” he grabs Billy’s hand and pulls them to a stand. “Come on.”
*
An hour later, Dom and Billy are still outside, the sounds of the party a muffled buzz behind them. They sit on Elijah’s back steps, sipping on some water that Dom was thoughtful enough to grab. Billy, almost sober now, smiles. Dom was a good guy and Elijah had been right – they did get along really well.
It turned out he and Dom had a lot in common, which they discovered as they talked. They both had the same issues with the new Star Wars movie, thought the new Coldplay album was disappointing, agreed Elijah had shit taste in women and that they’d both pay good money to see Becks and Posh get it on. Yeah, Dom was a cool guy.
At a comfortable lull in their conversation, Billy turns to him. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Bringing me out of my self-pitying drunken stupor?” Billy grins self-deprecatingly.
“Hey man, we’ve all been there,” Dom looks away, seeming a bit lost for a moment, but then he looks back at Billy and smiles brightly. “How long are you in town?”
Billy takes a sip of his water. “Indefinitely,” he shrugs. “Not sure, really.”
“Well,” Dom wraps his arm around Billy’s shoulder, and Billy can’t help but notice the shiver that runs through him. It’s not cold outside. “I’ll be here for a while, too.”
Billy turns his head to face Dom, their noses almost touching. “Good,” he grins.
*
“So,” Billy says casually as he helps Elijah clear out some of the empty beer bottles and used plastic cups that are scattered over the living room, “Dom’s nice.”
Elijah walks over with a half-filled garbage bag, opening it for Billy to dump his handful of trash debris into. “Yeah, he’s great. So glad he could come in town.”
Billy nods, thinking he’s quite glad as well, and Elijah goes on. “Too bad Evie couldn’t come,” he continues. “His girlfriend. She’s awesome; fucking hot, too.”
“Girlfriend, right,” the smile falls from Billy’s face. He stops, frowning, and then shakes it away. He needs some sleep. “Too bad.”
tbc.
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.
Part I here
Splitsville, Population: You - Part II
The party is in full swing, but Billy just can’t seem to get into it. He sits on the couch, watching the action as he takes another sip of his – fifth? Seventh? Somethingth drink. People are dancing, laughing, drinking, and the general merriment should be contagious, but it only serves to make Billy feel more isolated. Maybe coming to California had been a bad idea.
He’d thought getting away was exactly what he needed. There was too much in his flat – too much in all of Scotland, really – that reminded him of Ali. And now that she had left, well…he couldn’t quite bear to look at it all.
Ali…he can’t seem to stop thinking about her. And that’s the funny thing, because he’d been just as unhappy as she was when they were together. They’d been unhappy for a while, having fallen into that routine that so many long-term couples fall into. The one where they’re simply together because they’re used to being together. She’d only become fed up first.
It wasn’t Ali that Billy missed so much, but having Ali. Having someone to come home to, to share dinner with and discuss the day. Someone who knew everything he liked in bed and willingly complied. Someone warm to hug as he slept.
But now she was gone, off doing a show somewhere in Switzerland with her things in storage until she finds a permanent place of her own back in Scotland. Billy had stared at the empty slot in the toothbrush holder for a good ten minutes one morning when he’d decided it was time to book a flight.
Which leaves him here, sitting on Elijah’s sofa and drowning himself in rum and Coke. He doesn’t even like rum and Coke.
“Hey,” a voice says, suddenly next to him, and Billy turns to see Elijah’s friend Dom sitting there. “You all right?” He’s looking at Billy with something like concern, and Billy thinks, great, Elijah told him. And now he’s here to join the pity party.
“I’m fine,” Billy says, and if there’s a slight slur to that, he can’t be held responsible.
“I was gonna have a cigarette and you seem like you could use some fresh air,” Dom says casually.
“So you thought you’d blow some smoke at me?” Billy raises an eyebrow, amused.
Dom laughs. “Something like that, yeah,” he grabs Billy’s hand and pulls them to a stand. “Come on.”
*
An hour later, Dom and Billy are still outside, the sounds of the party a muffled buzz behind them. They sit on Elijah’s back steps, sipping on some water that Dom was thoughtful enough to grab. Billy, almost sober now, smiles. Dom was a good guy and Elijah had been right – they did get along really well.
It turned out he and Dom had a lot in common, which they discovered as they talked. They both had the same issues with the new Star Wars movie, thought the new Coldplay album was disappointing, agreed Elijah had shit taste in women and that they’d both pay good money to see Becks and Posh get it on. Yeah, Dom was a cool guy.
At a comfortable lull in their conversation, Billy turns to him. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Bringing me out of my self-pitying drunken stupor?” Billy grins self-deprecatingly.
“Hey man, we’ve all been there,” Dom looks away, seeming a bit lost for a moment, but then he looks back at Billy and smiles brightly. “How long are you in town?”
Billy takes a sip of his water. “Indefinitely,” he shrugs. “Not sure, really.”
“Well,” Dom wraps his arm around Billy’s shoulder, and Billy can’t help but notice the shiver that runs through him. It’s not cold outside. “I’ll be here for a while, too.”
Billy turns his head to face Dom, their noses almost touching. “Good,” he grins.
*
“So,” Billy says casually as he helps Elijah clear out some of the empty beer bottles and used plastic cups that are scattered over the living room, “Dom’s nice.”
Elijah walks over with a half-filled garbage bag, opening it for Billy to dump his handful of trash debris into. “Yeah, he’s great. So glad he could come in town.”
Billy nods, thinking he’s quite glad as well, and Elijah goes on. “Too bad Evie couldn’t come,” he continues. “His girlfriend. She’s awesome; fucking hot, too.”
“Girlfriend, right,” the smile falls from Billy’s face. He stops, frowning, and then shakes it away. He needs some sleep. “Too bad.”
tbc.
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