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hobbits-r-cute.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Nov. 5th, 2005 06:05 pm)Title: Crush Chapter One
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eventually Billy/Dom
Disclaimer: Not true, at all
Summary: 11-year-old Dom wants to be Billy's friend, but Billy's not to happy
Authors Note: Another AU of sorts (Dom moved to Glasgow from Manchester), hope you enjoy, and thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
desire_billy for the encouragement, the title, the banner, erm...everything? Yes, everything
Chapter One
“Get out of here, Dom.” Billy Boyd turned and faced eleven-year-old Dominic Monaghan. He turned back and resumed his walk towards the cemetery. He heard footsteps behind and stopped again, sighing. “I mean it, go away.”
“Are you going to see your Mum and Dad, Billy?” Dom asked, still right on Billy’s heals.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Please go home, Dom.”
“You missed my birthday party, Billy. I invited you but you didn’t come.”
Billy sighed and looked back at Dom. “I was busy. I’m sorry, ok?” It annoyed him to no end that a child continually followed him around. He was nineteen and had a job. He didn’t have time to entertain a kid. “Now, please, go home. Before your parents worry.”
“They know I’m with you!” Dom grinned. “They like you.”
“Wonderful,” Billy muttered. He shook his head and gave up on Dom leaving him alone. The boy never did. Ever since Dom had moved to Glasgow with his parents from Manchester, he had followed Billy everywhere he went. He never seemed to give Billy a moment of peace much to his annoyance. Billy continued his walk into the cemetery, making his way towards his parents’ graves.
“Do you miss your Mum, Billy? And your Dad?” Dom asked, running to keep up. “I know I would.” He reached out and tugged on Billy’s sleeve. “Do you think it’ll snow again?”
Billy stopped walking and looked up at the sky for a second before looking down at Dom. The boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his glove. Billy shook his head. “I don’t know, Dom.
Dom shivered and pulled his coat tighter around him. His nose was red from the cold, as were his ears, which didn’t fit under his blue knit cap, and cheeks, stung by the slight wind that blew. Strands of dark blonde hair stuck out from under the bottom of his cap, falling down into his blue-grey eyes. He was cold in his too thin jacket, but the boy didn’t care. He liked being around Billy, even if he had to freeze. “I think it will. I like snow.”
“That’s nice.” Billy started walking again, wanting to get this over with so he could go to work and not have to put up with his young stalker anymore. He would tell the boy off and leave him standing in the middle of the cold cemetary, but he doubted that would work. Dom seemed to follow Billy more when he got yelled at, something the nineteen-year-old Scot couldn’t understand.
He got to his parents’ graves and turned back to Dom. “Stay here. Come any closer and you’ll join them.”
Dom gulped and nodded. He began to shift nervously from foot to foot, trying to keep warm.
Billy left him standing there and headed closer. He knelt down and brushed away the small pile of snow that had covered the headstones since he’d last visited.
Mary and William Boyd had both died with seven months of each other just six years before. Billy had been in the car with his mother when she’d gotten into the accident that claimed her life.
Billy was laid up in the hospital for nearly three weeks, and only was allowed to leave for his mother’s funeral. His father and older sister, Margaret, visited nearly every day before finally being released. His father took him to his mother’s gravesite that day and knelt before his only son.
“Promise me something, will you, Billy-lad?”
Billy nodded. “Anything, Dad.”
“Promise me that you’ll cherish those you love and those that love you.”
Billy looked over at his mother’s grave, covered in small flowers from the mourners who had visited. “But what if they leave you?” he whispered. He’d loved his mother, only to have her taken from him without warning.
“Billy-lad...” William Boyd sighed, stood up, put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Those you love will never really leave you.” He pulled his son into a hug, something he did more now, wanting to confirm his boy had made it through the accident that took the life of his wife. “They’re still there.” He kissed the top of Billy’s head. “Always.”
Billy clung to his father, trying to ignore the feeling deep in his gut that he would lose him, too, and soon at that.
It was almost six months after their talk in the cemetery when Billy was called out of his classroom. His grandmother was there to pick him up. His father had been at work when he’d suffered from a heart attack and he and Margaret would now be living with their grandmother.
As he cleared the snow away, Billy remembered what his father had said, about those who love you never leave you. He believed that now, after six years. He knew his mother and father were both there for him when he needed it. He lowered his head and whispered a soft Celtic prayer his grandmother had taught him.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Billy brushed away the lone tear that had fallen down his cheek and touched both graves before standing up, brushing the snow off his legs.
Behind him, Dom stood quietly, knowing better this time then to bother Billy. He sniffled again and sneezed into his gloves before tightening his jacket around himself again.
Billy had forgotten Dom was there until he’d heard the sneeze. He whispered goodbye to his parents before heading back to the boy. It amazed him that Dom’s parents would let him outside with checking to make sure he was properly dress. Billy knew Aureen and Austin loved their youngest son, but they were a bit too lax at times. He shook his head and pulled the knit cap from Dom’s head. Some locks of his dirty blonde hair lay matted to his head, but most stuck up in all directions.
Dom looked up at Billy, confused as to what was going on. “Billy?”
Billy didn’t say a word. He silently fixed Dom’s hair, flattening down the disheveled locks. He placed the cap back on Dom’s head, taking the time to make sure his ears were covered this time. “Come on. I’d better get you home. Before you get me sick.” He placed his hand on Dom’s shoulder and led him away from the cemetery.
“Billy, I’m doing a play at my school. Will you come and see it?” Dom looked up at Billy. “Please?”
“We’ll see, Dom. I might have to work. Come on.” He led Dom down the street to his home. The air was crisp and the street was covered in a thin blanket of snow, making it look like something off of a Christmas card. Billy loved living here and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
It wasn’t long before they were outside Dom’s home. “Go inside and get warm.” He pushed Dom toward the house. “And tell your parents to get you a warmer coat.”
“Like yours?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Dom like mine. Now go inside.”
Dom grinned. “Do you want to come in? Come in, Billy! Mum can give you something to drink!”
Billy shook his head. “I really can’t, Dom, I have to get going.”
“Please?” Dom begged, his eyes wide. He looked really pathetic with his red cheeks, and red, running nose.
“Will you leave me alone if I do?” Billy asked, exasperated.
Dom nodded, grabbed Billy’s hand, and ran up the steps to his house. He tore inside, sending snow everywhere as he pulled his cap, gloves, coat, and shoes off. “Mum! I’m home. Billy’s here!”
Aureen Monaghan stepped into the entrance hall. “Hello, Billy. Dom, my darling, look at you.” She ran her fingers through his once again matted hair then placed her hands over his cold cheeks. “Go get changed, love. I’ll make you some hot tea to warm you up.”
“Billy says I should have a warmer coat. Like his.” Dom wormed his way free of his mother’s grip. “Can I?”
Aureen chuckled. “We’ll look into, Dom. Go change into dry clothes.”
Dom sprinted up the stairs, leaving a light trail of water from his wet pants.
“I hope he didn’t bother you too much,” Aureen said as she picked up Dom’s jacket and hung it up on a hook.
Billy shrugged. “Not as bad as most days.”
Aureen smiled as she picked up the rest of Dom’s mess. “Would make his day if you stayed for tea with us.”
Billy looked at his watch. “I really can’t stay. I have to work.” He actually had more then an hour before he had to leave but he really didn’t like the idea of spending anymore time with Dom. “But thank you all the same, Mrs. Monaghan.”
“I’ve told you before, Billy, it’s Aureen. And you’re welcome here anytime. Thank you for bringing him in one piece.”
“I’d better go before he gets me to stay longer. Good-bye, Mrs. Mon...Aureen. And, uh, and tell Dom the same.” Billy smiled and headed back outside.
He’d barely made it past the house when Dom came tearing outside, not wearing a jacket or hat. “Billy! Billy, wait!” He called, running to catch up. “I thought you would stay.”
Billy stopped and turned to face Dom. “I can’t. I have to get to work. Go back inside before you get even sicker.” He started heading back down the street.
Dom jogged to keep up with him. “But Billy, its just some tea. Please!”
Billy kept walking. “Go home, Dom,” he called over his shoulder.
Dom stopped jogging and stared at Billy’s back. “But...but Billy...” he said softly. He stood rooted in his spot, watching as Billy disappeared.
Aureen appeared at his side and placed a blanket over his shoulders. “Come inside, love.”
Dom lowered his head and allowed his mother to lead him inside. “Mum, why doesn’t Billy want to be my friend?”
“Oh, love, I’m sure he does, but he is older then you.” She brought him inside and settled him down in the kitchen with a warm cup of tea. “Billy has a lot of things to worry about. But I’m sure he likes you.”
Dom shrugged and took a few slow sips of tea, allowing it warm his body up from the cold Scottish winter air.
“We’ll go shopping later, buy you a new coat. Maybe we’ll find one like Billy’s. What do you say to that, Dom?”
Dom’s head snapped up. “Exactly like Billy’s?” His eyes light up. “Maybe if I got a coat like his and did more stuff like him, maybe he’d be my friend.”
“We’ll see, love. Finish your tea.” Aureen kissed the top of Dom’s head and began cleaning up the kitchen.
“It’ll work, Mum, you’ll see!” Dom grinned at the thought of having the same jacket as Billy, just knowing that he’d be able to anything Billy did. Then they would friends. Dom just knew it.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eventually Billy/Dom
Disclaimer: Not true, at all
Summary: 11-year-old Dom wants to be Billy's friend, but Billy's not to happy
Authors Note: Another AU of sorts (Dom moved to Glasgow from Manchester), hope you enjoy, and thanks to
desire_billy for the encouragement, the title, the banner, erm...everything? Yes, everythingChapter One
“Get out of here, Dom.” Billy Boyd turned and faced eleven-year-old Dominic Monaghan. He turned back and resumed his walk towards the cemetery. He heard footsteps behind and stopped again, sighing. “I mean it, go away.”
“Are you going to see your Mum and Dad, Billy?” Dom asked, still right on Billy’s heals.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Please go home, Dom.”
“You missed my birthday party, Billy. I invited you but you didn’t come.”
Billy sighed and looked back at Dom. “I was busy. I’m sorry, ok?” It annoyed him to no end that a child continually followed him around. He was nineteen and had a job. He didn’t have time to entertain a kid. “Now, please, go home. Before your parents worry.”
“They know I’m with you!” Dom grinned. “They like you.”
“Wonderful,” Billy muttered. He shook his head and gave up on Dom leaving him alone. The boy never did. Ever since Dom had moved to Glasgow with his parents from Manchester, he had followed Billy everywhere he went. He never seemed to give Billy a moment of peace much to his annoyance. Billy continued his walk into the cemetery, making his way towards his parents’ graves.
“Do you miss your Mum, Billy? And your Dad?” Dom asked, running to keep up. “I know I would.” He reached out and tugged on Billy’s sleeve. “Do you think it’ll snow again?”
Billy stopped walking and looked up at the sky for a second before looking down at Dom. The boy sniffled and wiped his nose on his glove. Billy shook his head. “I don’t know, Dom.
Dom shivered and pulled his coat tighter around him. His nose was red from the cold, as were his ears, which didn’t fit under his blue knit cap, and cheeks, stung by the slight wind that blew. Strands of dark blonde hair stuck out from under the bottom of his cap, falling down into his blue-grey eyes. He was cold in his too thin jacket, but the boy didn’t care. He liked being around Billy, even if he had to freeze. “I think it will. I like snow.”
“That’s nice.” Billy started walking again, wanting to get this over with so he could go to work and not have to put up with his young stalker anymore. He would tell the boy off and leave him standing in the middle of the cold cemetary, but he doubted that would work. Dom seemed to follow Billy more when he got yelled at, something the nineteen-year-old Scot couldn’t understand.
He got to his parents’ graves and turned back to Dom. “Stay here. Come any closer and you’ll join them.”
Dom gulped and nodded. He began to shift nervously from foot to foot, trying to keep warm.
Billy left him standing there and headed closer. He knelt down and brushed away the small pile of snow that had covered the headstones since he’d last visited.
Mary and William Boyd had both died with seven months of each other just six years before. Billy had been in the car with his mother when she’d gotten into the accident that claimed her life.
Billy was laid up in the hospital for nearly three weeks, and only was allowed to leave for his mother’s funeral. His father and older sister, Margaret, visited nearly every day before finally being released. His father took him to his mother’s gravesite that day and knelt before his only son.
“Promise me something, will you, Billy-lad?”
Billy nodded. “Anything, Dad.”
“Promise me that you’ll cherish those you love and those that love you.”
Billy looked over at his mother’s grave, covered in small flowers from the mourners who had visited. “But what if they leave you?” he whispered. He’d loved his mother, only to have her taken from him without warning.
“Billy-lad...” William Boyd sighed, stood up, put his hand on his son’s shoulder. “Those you love will never really leave you.” He pulled his son into a hug, something he did more now, wanting to confirm his boy had made it through the accident that took the life of his wife. “They’re still there.” He kissed the top of Billy’s head. “Always.”
Billy clung to his father, trying to ignore the feeling deep in his gut that he would lose him, too, and soon at that.
It was almost six months after their talk in the cemetery when Billy was called out of his classroom. His grandmother was there to pick him up. His father had been at work when he’d suffered from a heart attack and he and Margaret would now be living with their grandmother.
As he cleared the snow away, Billy remembered what his father had said, about those who love you never leave you. He believed that now, after six years. He knew his mother and father were both there for him when he needed it. He lowered his head and whispered a soft Celtic prayer his grandmother had taught him.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Billy brushed away the lone tear that had fallen down his cheek and touched both graves before standing up, brushing the snow off his legs.
Behind him, Dom stood quietly, knowing better this time then to bother Billy. He sniffled again and sneezed into his gloves before tightening his jacket around himself again.
Billy had forgotten Dom was there until he’d heard the sneeze. He whispered goodbye to his parents before heading back to the boy. It amazed him that Dom’s parents would let him outside with checking to make sure he was properly dress. Billy knew Aureen and Austin loved their youngest son, but they were a bit too lax at times. He shook his head and pulled the knit cap from Dom’s head. Some locks of his dirty blonde hair lay matted to his head, but most stuck up in all directions.
Dom looked up at Billy, confused as to what was going on. “Billy?”
Billy didn’t say a word. He silently fixed Dom’s hair, flattening down the disheveled locks. He placed the cap back on Dom’s head, taking the time to make sure his ears were covered this time. “Come on. I’d better get you home. Before you get me sick.” He placed his hand on Dom’s shoulder and led him away from the cemetery.
“Billy, I’m doing a play at my school. Will you come and see it?” Dom looked up at Billy. “Please?”
“We’ll see, Dom. I might have to work. Come on.” He led Dom down the street to his home. The air was crisp and the street was covered in a thin blanket of snow, making it look like something off of a Christmas card. Billy loved living here and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
It wasn’t long before they were outside Dom’s home. “Go inside and get warm.” He pushed Dom toward the house. “And tell your parents to get you a warmer coat.”
“Like yours?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Dom like mine. Now go inside.”
Dom grinned. “Do you want to come in? Come in, Billy! Mum can give you something to drink!”
Billy shook his head. “I really can’t, Dom, I have to get going.”
“Please?” Dom begged, his eyes wide. He looked really pathetic with his red cheeks, and red, running nose.
“Will you leave me alone if I do?” Billy asked, exasperated.
Dom nodded, grabbed Billy’s hand, and ran up the steps to his house. He tore inside, sending snow everywhere as he pulled his cap, gloves, coat, and shoes off. “Mum! I’m home. Billy’s here!”
Aureen Monaghan stepped into the entrance hall. “Hello, Billy. Dom, my darling, look at you.” She ran her fingers through his once again matted hair then placed her hands over his cold cheeks. “Go get changed, love. I’ll make you some hot tea to warm you up.”
“Billy says I should have a warmer coat. Like his.” Dom wormed his way free of his mother’s grip. “Can I?”
Aureen chuckled. “We’ll look into, Dom. Go change into dry clothes.”
Dom sprinted up the stairs, leaving a light trail of water from his wet pants.
“I hope he didn’t bother you too much,” Aureen said as she picked up Dom’s jacket and hung it up on a hook.
Billy shrugged. “Not as bad as most days.”
Aureen smiled as she picked up the rest of Dom’s mess. “Would make his day if you stayed for tea with us.”
Billy looked at his watch. “I really can’t stay. I have to work.” He actually had more then an hour before he had to leave but he really didn’t like the idea of spending anymore time with Dom. “But thank you all the same, Mrs. Monaghan.”
“I’ve told you before, Billy, it’s Aureen. And you’re welcome here anytime. Thank you for bringing him in one piece.”
“I’d better go before he gets me to stay longer. Good-bye, Mrs. Mon...Aureen. And, uh, and tell Dom the same.” Billy smiled and headed back outside.
He’d barely made it past the house when Dom came tearing outside, not wearing a jacket or hat. “Billy! Billy, wait!” He called, running to catch up. “I thought you would stay.”
Billy stopped and turned to face Dom. “I can’t. I have to get to work. Go back inside before you get even sicker.” He started heading back down the street.
Dom jogged to keep up with him. “But Billy, its just some tea. Please!”
Billy kept walking. “Go home, Dom,” he called over his shoulder.
Dom stopped jogging and stared at Billy’s back. “But...but Billy...” he said softly. He stood rooted in his spot, watching as Billy disappeared.
Aureen appeared at his side and placed a blanket over his shoulders. “Come inside, love.”
Dom lowered his head and allowed his mother to lead him inside. “Mum, why doesn’t Billy want to be my friend?”
“Oh, love, I’m sure he does, but he is older then you.” She brought him inside and settled him down in the kitchen with a warm cup of tea. “Billy has a lot of things to worry about. But I’m sure he likes you.”
Dom shrugged and took a few slow sips of tea, allowing it warm his body up from the cold Scottish winter air.
“We’ll go shopping later, buy you a new coat. Maybe we’ll find one like Billy’s. What do you say to that, Dom?”
Dom’s head snapped up. “Exactly like Billy’s?” His eyes light up. “Maybe if I got a coat like his and did more stuff like him, maybe he’d be my friend.”
“We’ll see, love. Finish your tea.” Aureen kissed the top of Dom’s head and began cleaning up the kitchen.
“It’ll work, Mum, you’ll see!” Dom grinned at the thought of having the same jacket as Billy, just knowing that he’d be able to anything Billy did. Then they would friends. Dom just knew it.
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I wanna read more :D
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I've written two and am working on three
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I've written two and am working on three.
Thank you!!
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ANd more soon
:-D
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can't wait for more!
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more soon hopefully
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more soon, please!
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very soon maybe :-D
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love young dom too.
:-)
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i feel for both of them...my boys
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That's just...Dom. I mean, I just made him, him now just deaged him a bit :-P
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*blush*
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Thanks!
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Anytime!
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and soon yes.
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Just a tiny nit-pic, towards the end, you said that Dom was warming up from the cold Scottish air - Manchester is in England, not Scotland (though British would also work).
Again, great first chapter! I'll be looking for updates!
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Soon hopefully
(tehehe...i was almost done with this chapter then was like damn it! Dom wasn't in scotland *panics* so i had to really edit that :-P)
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and thank you!!