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sassywitch.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Sep. 4th, 2005 10:39 am)Title: Alone Together (1/6)
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sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: M
Summary: Love means never being truly lost.
Feedback: Is a glorious thing!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be damn it.
Author’s Notes: Thanks so much to the prodding and encouragement fromthe1elf .
Silence. Pain. Something was very, very wrong but no matter what he did he couldn’t move. His first awareness as he struggled to swim through the gelatinous obsidian quagmire that enveloped him was complete silence.
His brows drew together tightly fighting through tangled images that skated through his head. A tangled kaleidoscope of memories that flickered behind his closed eyelids played like a disjointed home movie inside his mind. Idyllic sun drenched days. Golden Hawaiian sand. No that wasn’t right. New Zealand sand. The airport. Dominic. His heart lurched in his chest, as one hand reached out to grope the air beside him. A scream bursting from behind his lips as a dagger of white-hot pain lanced through his shoulder. Terrified he refused to open his eyes and see an answer he didn’t want to know.
Where was Dom? Was he okay? His breathing fast and shallow he struggled to maintain some control. He tried to relax and sort through his jumbled memories. Sifting through the images trapped inside his head he remembered holding Dom’s face between his hands and kissing him. Tracing his lips with his tongue he could almost taste the memory of Dom’s sweet lips against his. He could taste the poignancy of their shared pain at their imminent separation. Billy felt lightheaded at the realization that wherever he was Dominic was not sharing this hell. Dominic was safe.
Steeling his nerves against what he knew he would see, he slowly opened his eyes. A murky red haze covered his vision, the all pervasive black curtain that surrounded him was punctuated only by small spot fires. Twisted lumps of metal that burned brightly lay on a sandy beach. A lump formed in his throat as his mind began to catalogue what it was seeing. Luggage lay scattered amongst mangled debris. Some of it intact most of it burst open spewing forth items of clothing and spreading it across the beach like a madwoman’s washing adventures.
He could feel tears trickling across his cheeks as his eyes scanned the beach. Bodies lay all around him. His mind vaguely acknowledged the fact that some people were stumbling across the sand. He could hear them moaning and calling out to their loved ones. The wanton destruction and carnage that surrounded him was almost too much for him to bear. He could smell the sharp acrid tang of blood on the air, underlying the blood was the smell of burning flesh. He closed his eyes, his lips moving wordlessly as he said a prayer for the people whose lives had been cruelly ripped from existence.
Struggling to release himself from the seatbelt that still strapped him into his airline seat, his fingers clasped the buckle and pulled it harshly. His seat and its partner were hanging sideways in the lowest branches of a tree. Belatedly, as he could feel his now unrestrained weight falling, he considered the fact that he would fall the three feet to the sand below him.
Excruciating pain lanced through his shoulder, tears running from his eyes as he folded in on himself trying to absorb the pain of impact as best as he could. Taking stock of his own body, he rolled on the ground unable to find a way to sooth his own pain. Struggling to even open his eyes again, he cried out in surprised horror as he found himself looking straight into the sightless eyes of the man who had been beside him on the plane.
Pulling himself to a seated position he pulled himself backwards until he could lean against the tree, his useless arm cradled against his body as each movement sent a lance of pain through him.
He was going to die here. He knew it now. They would look for them and not find them. He remembered clearly now. A large explosion seemed to happen at the rear of the plane and the plane had spiraled out of control, as it had plummeted downwards, the engines whining and moaning like a huge prehistoric beast as parts of the fuselage had broken free under the stress and had fallen away like huge chunks of molten confetti. The passengers had screamed and prayed and tried to make their peace with their own gods as it plummeted. Maybe the lucky ones were the ones who had died.
Author:
sassywitchPairing: BB/DM
Rating: M
Summary: Love means never being truly lost.
Feedback: Is a glorious thing!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be damn it.
Author’s Notes: Thanks so much to the prodding and encouragement from
the1elf . Silence. Pain. Something was very, very wrong but no matter what he did he couldn’t move. His first awareness as he struggled to swim through the gelatinous obsidian quagmire that enveloped him was complete silence.
His brows drew together tightly fighting through tangled images that skated through his head. A tangled kaleidoscope of memories that flickered behind his closed eyelids played like a disjointed home movie inside his mind. Idyllic sun drenched days. Golden Hawaiian sand. No that wasn’t right. New Zealand sand. The airport. Dominic. His heart lurched in his chest, as one hand reached out to grope the air beside him. A scream bursting from behind his lips as a dagger of white-hot pain lanced through his shoulder. Terrified he refused to open his eyes and see an answer he didn’t want to know.
Where was Dom? Was he okay? His breathing fast and shallow he struggled to maintain some control. He tried to relax and sort through his jumbled memories. Sifting through the images trapped inside his head he remembered holding Dom’s face between his hands and kissing him. Tracing his lips with his tongue he could almost taste the memory of Dom’s sweet lips against his. He could taste the poignancy of their shared pain at their imminent separation. Billy felt lightheaded at the realization that wherever he was Dominic was not sharing this hell. Dominic was safe.
Steeling his nerves against what he knew he would see, he slowly opened his eyes. A murky red haze covered his vision, the all pervasive black curtain that surrounded him was punctuated only by small spot fires. Twisted lumps of metal that burned brightly lay on a sandy beach. A lump formed in his throat as his mind began to catalogue what it was seeing. Luggage lay scattered amongst mangled debris. Some of it intact most of it burst open spewing forth items of clothing and spreading it across the beach like a madwoman’s washing adventures.
He could feel tears trickling across his cheeks as his eyes scanned the beach. Bodies lay all around him. His mind vaguely acknowledged the fact that some people were stumbling across the sand. He could hear them moaning and calling out to their loved ones. The wanton destruction and carnage that surrounded him was almost too much for him to bear. He could smell the sharp acrid tang of blood on the air, underlying the blood was the smell of burning flesh. He closed his eyes, his lips moving wordlessly as he said a prayer for the people whose lives had been cruelly ripped from existence.
Struggling to release himself from the seatbelt that still strapped him into his airline seat, his fingers clasped the buckle and pulled it harshly. His seat and its partner were hanging sideways in the lowest branches of a tree. Belatedly, as he could feel his now unrestrained weight falling, he considered the fact that he would fall the three feet to the sand below him.
Excruciating pain lanced through his shoulder, tears running from his eyes as he folded in on himself trying to absorb the pain of impact as best as he could. Taking stock of his own body, he rolled on the ground unable to find a way to sooth his own pain. Struggling to even open his eyes again, he cried out in surprised horror as he found himself looking straight into the sightless eyes of the man who had been beside him on the plane.
Pulling himself to a seated position he pulled himself backwards until he could lean against the tree, his useless arm cradled against his body as each movement sent a lance of pain through him.
He was going to die here. He knew it now. They would look for them and not find them. He remembered clearly now. A large explosion seemed to happen at the rear of the plane and the plane had spiraled out of control, as it had plummeted downwards, the engines whining and moaning like a huge prehistoric beast as parts of the fuselage had broken free under the stress and had fallen away like huge chunks of molten confetti. The passengers had screamed and prayed and tried to make their peace with their own gods as it plummeted. Maybe the lucky ones were the ones who had died.
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