monaboyd | Alone/Together 2/6

Title: Alone Together (2/6)Author:

sassywitch
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: M
Summary: With True Love you're never truly Lost
Feedback: Is a glorious thing!
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be damn it.
Author’s Notes: Thanks for the encouragement from. You gals rock. Xposted to Monaboyd and bdotp

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Dom checked his email for the eightieth time in the last thirty minutes. Neither his home phone nor his cell had rung since his return to his Hawaiian home. At first it had been like any other time they were parted. He had arrived home, showered then rummaged through his luggage until he found his prize.

A soft sensual smile had split his face as his long fingers closed around the sealed plastic bag. He opened it close to his face and inhaled the scent he loved so much. It was a habit they had fallen into early in their relationship. It had been Billy’s idea, something to help Dom’s sleep while he was alone. Whenever they got time together, just before they parted they traded sealed bags containing a pillow sham.

Dom had slipped the forest green fabric onto his pillow and rolled onto his bed, his face buried in Billy’s scent.

He had slept well until the dreams started. He woke in a cold sweat. Fear pulsing desperately through his veins. Irrational fear. He couldn’t go back to sleep, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t concentrate on anything but contacting Billy. So in the six hours since he had woken he had paced and called. His cell phone. His home phone. Thirty minutes ago he started emailing. Maybe the plane had been held over somewhere and his cell was out of range. Fifteen impassioned messages left on his voicemail and an equal number on his home answering machine. Desperately longing emails sent on their way begging for a reply of some sort.

Something. Anything, any contact at all to erase the acrid smell of burning flesh from his nostrils and the coppery tang of blood from his mouth that had been there since he woke.

He paced frenetically across his bedroom, back and forth, his cell phone on the bed, his landline on the bedside table, his mailbox blinking ominously at him from the desk in the corner. He felt like his nerve endings were rubbing raw against each other, each breath creating infinitely more pain than the last. The hole inside him growing with each second that passed.

Something was wrong. Dreadfully wrong.

Standing at the sliding glass doors that opened onto his lanai and by extension the beach outside, his fingers hooked on the lip of the frame above his head, his toe nervously tapping at the floor beneath his feet. When the phone rang, he nearly fell over himself in his rush to get to it. Before it had time to sound a second time, he had it pressed against his ear.

“Billy you wee Scottish git where have you been.” He breathed unable to hide the relief in his voice.
“Dominic, It’s Maggie.” The voice replied after a long pause. He could hear the tears thickening the Scottish brogue that was so like her brothers.
“No.” Dom stated vehemently “No.” he repeated “I’m not.” He continued. “I won’t.” he paused sinking to his knees beside the bed, one hand reaching for the forest green pillow that lay tumbled amidst its stark white counterparts, the other gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles whitened. “I can’t.” The sobs that had threatened to choke him all morning escaped, unable to listen to Maggie’s voice he buried his head in the pillow and cried.

Dom could hear Maggie speaking to him but he refused to pull the phone back to his ear. If he didn’t actually hear the words then they wouldn’t be true. They couldn’t be true. He wouldn’t, couldn’t believe it. His Billy wouldn’t leave him. They were meant to be together always. He wouldn’t hear the words that meant he was alone. He couldn’t be alone and he wouldn’t let Billy be alone either. He pressed one black varnished nail to the phone and disconnected the call.