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light-the-sky76.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 23rd, 2005 04:21 am)Title: Three Ghosts 5/5
Author: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R for language
Summary: Billy sums up.
Disclaimer: Made up. A storystolen based on another story.
A/N: Betaed by indigo_blind. Thank you :)
Chapter one is here here
Chapter two is here
Chapter three is here
Chapter four is here
"Ahhhhh! Shit! No!"
Billy threw his arms in front of his face and as he jerked upright the blanket twisted around him.
Blanket?
Why was there a blanket in the middle of the road?
Because he wasn't in the middle of a road in Glasgow. He was in bed. Just where any right-thinking person would be at seven in the morning. Billy looked slowly around the room taking in the sweet normality as his heart slowed down to its usual rhythm.
Whatever the hell had happened during the night was over. The sun was up and it was a brand new day, one that he intended to start by spending at least another hour in bed. He flopped back down and pulled the duvet up to his chin with relish.
And yet.
There were all the things he'd seen and heard. The lessons of the past and the potential of the future. Was sleeping really the best way to spend this new day – Christmas day? Was that really preferable to leaving the bed and his bad mood and immersing himself in love and cheerful tackiness. Except for a little pride, what did he have to loose? The decision was so simple he couldn't believe he'd even had to consider it. He had a lot to do - he'd need to use one of the large mugs for his first cup of coffee.
Billy bounced happily out of bed and turned the coffee machine before he stepped into the shower. He turned the water up so it was hot and invigorating and sang Last Christmas as he scrubbed his back, Let It Snow as he rubbed shampoo into his hair and We Wish You A Wombling Merry Christmas as he rinsed it out. Then wrapped a towel around his waist and padded, dripping, into the kitchen following the smell of coffee grinning with anticipation. He held the cup up before he drank, closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the rich, bitter smell then with his eyes still closed took a large sip savouring the taste and sweet warmth.
Savouring – that's what the day was for. He understood that now. Enjoying the things and people you loved. Exchanging gifts with them as a token of your love for them. Putting up decorations that shone and sparkled and made you smile, eating too much and having a bloody good time.
Billy dressed quickly, socks, jeans and a red shirt to be festive and then poured a second cup of coffee. With the curtains still closed Billy turned on all the fairy lights and sat back in an armchair with his second cup of coffee to watch the room glow. Dom had done a good job with the decorations; they were gaudy, there was no denying it, but they did have charm. Billy's favourite features were the robin on top of the tree that had started to list as though it had indulged in too many Sherries and the stockings on the wall that had 'Billy' and 'Dom' written on them in biro.
Dom had cajoled Billy into helping him put the decorations up. With a glittering scarf of tinsel around his neck he directed Billy as he was hanging up the streamers "Left a bit, up a bit, go left again Bill", carefully considered the position of the baubles on the Christmas tree and pulled Billy into the doorway of the room to view their work and check that no surface had escaped a sparkly coating.
"We should leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie out for Father Christmas." Dom had told him, straight faced.
"How old are you?"
"Come on Bills," Dom had wrapped an arm around Billy's neck, "you're supposed to leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie out for Father Christmas so he can have something to eat. It's hard work delivering presents all over the world and he must get hungry."
"How do you know he's going to visit you? Who said you've been a good boy this year?"
"You Bill. I know you think I'm good." He waggled his eyebrows.
Billy kept a straight face, "I don't think that's the kind of good that Father Christmas is interested in."
"I don't know," Dom started walking pushing Billy backwards towards the sofa, "just think of it. You're in the North Pole, surrounded by snow and ice, there's no TV, no cinemas or restaurants, nowhere to go and nothing to do - what can you do to entertain yourself? Hmmm?"
"But I thought that Christmas only came once a year." Billy bumped into and then fell back onto the sofa bringing Dom with him.
"Nah," Dom grinned down at Billy, "anyone that jolly is definitely getting some more than once every twelve months."
"Can we stop talking about Father Christmas' sex life please, it's freaking me out?"
"Of course Bills, how about we focus on our own sex life?"
They had made love right there on the sofa surrounded by lights and the smell of pine.
Billy pulled on his coat and loaded the presents from under the tree into the boot of his car remembering Dom's kisses.
Luckily, miraculously, he found an open shop and he greeted the resentful looking cashiers merrily, quickly filled his basket with the bits and pieces he needed.
"Happy Christmas." He said, handing both cashiers a box each of the chocolates he had just bought.
"Happy Christmas!" they echoed, glum expressions replaced by surprised smiles.
He pulled into Sean's driveway and turned off the car's engine; for the first day that morning doubt crept into his mind. What if he just made a fool of himself? What if what he was doing changed nothing?
Ian's words came back to him as he sat there; the future he had seen was the one that would be if events carried on as they were. And he had changed the path the day had been heading in, he was changing it that very moment; and no matter what happened it could never be any worse than the future he had seen.
Encouraged he drew a deep breath, gathered the sack of presents, and his courage, in both hands and climbed out of the car.
"There's someone at the door!" Ali yelled when he rang the doorbell. "I'll get it, I'll get it!"
The door was thrown open and Ali stood grinning and flushed like, well, like a child on Christmas morning.
"Hello Billy, we didn't think you were coming, Happy Christmas!" she stood to one side to let him in and followed him chattering away. "I got some books and a games and a teddy and a necklace and some pens for drawing and four DVDs and some chocolate money for Christmas," she paused for breath then continued at the same relentless pace, "I like the books and the necklace best of all cause the books are good and the necklace is pretty and it sparkles like mommies do, Dom and Elijah are here already but they said you might not be coming cause you weren't feeling good." She paused to study him. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, I feel much better." Much better. Good as new.
"Daddy," Ali called, "Mommy, Billy is here."
There was an awkward moment when everyone turned around and stared at him in silence; from the back of the room near the Christmas tree Dom shifted uncomfortably.
This, he thought, is it.
"Good morning," he walked up to Elijah, who was the closest to him and hugged him. "Happy Christmas Lij."
Elijah hugged him back and when he pulled away grinned at Billy, "Happy Christmas man, it's good to see you."
"Here." Billy reached into his sack, pulled out Elijah's present and handed it to him.
"So Santa is Scottish! Who knew?"
Reaching into the sack again Billy pulled out Ali's present and called to her, "there's something in here for you and Elizabeth too, why don't you take her present to her."
Ali took the two parcels and ran upstairs to show them to her sister. Sean and Christine came next; Sean gave him a hard hug with full of manly backslapping and Christine kissed his cheek and murmured, "I'm glad you had a change of heart," in his ear. She pulled on Sean's sleeve and pulled him towards the kitchen issuing orders about stirring gravy and mashing potatoes.
He and Dom were alone. Dom watched Billy approach him with hope tinged with wariness in his eyes.
"I don't have a package for you Dom," Billy faced him, close enough to touch but without making contact, "but I do have this."
He pulled a sprig of mistletoe from the sack and held it up. He tried not to show his nerves, he wanted Dom to look at him and see regret and the desire for reconciliation and love; most of all love. "It's tradition after all."
Dom's face lit up as his smiled. He eyes had always given his feelings away; blue-silver reflections of his heart; and now they were eyes crinkling as the wariness ebbed away.
"And who are we to ignore tradition?"
Dom's lips were soft and his tongue wicked and he did moan, just like the first time.
They only separated when Sean politely cleared his throat and informed them that dinner was almost ready.
"Do you think we'll ever get to do that without being interrupted?" Billy leant his forehead against Dom's, his voice soft and happy.
"Maybe we should try again later; Christmas doesn't have to come once a year you know."
Billy laughed and took a started to move towards the kitchen, "Later then, I'll look forward to it."
"You guys," Elijah called, "dinner's going to get cold. Hurry up!"
With his love's hand in his Billy turned toward the dining room to where his friends were waiting. Tidings of comfort and joy indeed.
"Happy Christmas Dom."
The end.
Author: light_the_sky76
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: R for language
Summary: Billy sums up.
Disclaimer: Made up. A story
A/N: Betaed by indigo_blind. Thank you :)
Chapter one is here here
Chapter two is here
Chapter three is here
Chapter four is here
"Ahhhhh! Shit! No!"
Billy threw his arms in front of his face and as he jerked upright the blanket twisted around him.
Blanket?
Why was there a blanket in the middle of the road?
Because he wasn't in the middle of a road in Glasgow. He was in bed. Just where any right-thinking person would be at seven in the morning. Billy looked slowly around the room taking in the sweet normality as his heart slowed down to its usual rhythm.
Whatever the hell had happened during the night was over. The sun was up and it was a brand new day, one that he intended to start by spending at least another hour in bed. He flopped back down and pulled the duvet up to his chin with relish.
And yet.
There were all the things he'd seen and heard. The lessons of the past and the potential of the future. Was sleeping really the best way to spend this new day – Christmas day? Was that really preferable to leaving the bed and his bad mood and immersing himself in love and cheerful tackiness. Except for a little pride, what did he have to loose? The decision was so simple he couldn't believe he'd even had to consider it. He had a lot to do - he'd need to use one of the large mugs for his first cup of coffee.
Billy bounced happily out of bed and turned the coffee machine before he stepped into the shower. He turned the water up so it was hot and invigorating and sang Last Christmas as he scrubbed his back, Let It Snow as he rubbed shampoo into his hair and We Wish You A Wombling Merry Christmas as he rinsed it out. Then wrapped a towel around his waist and padded, dripping, into the kitchen following the smell of coffee grinning with anticipation. He held the cup up before he drank, closed his eyes and deeply inhaled the rich, bitter smell then with his eyes still closed took a large sip savouring the taste and sweet warmth.
Savouring – that's what the day was for. He understood that now. Enjoying the things and people you loved. Exchanging gifts with them as a token of your love for them. Putting up decorations that shone and sparkled and made you smile, eating too much and having a bloody good time.
Billy dressed quickly, socks, jeans and a red shirt to be festive and then poured a second cup of coffee. With the curtains still closed Billy turned on all the fairy lights and sat back in an armchair with his second cup of coffee to watch the room glow. Dom had done a good job with the decorations; they were gaudy, there was no denying it, but they did have charm. Billy's favourite features were the robin on top of the tree that had started to list as though it had indulged in too many Sherries and the stockings on the wall that had 'Billy' and 'Dom' written on them in biro.
Dom had cajoled Billy into helping him put the decorations up. With a glittering scarf of tinsel around his neck he directed Billy as he was hanging up the streamers "Left a bit, up a bit, go left again Bill", carefully considered the position of the baubles on the Christmas tree and pulled Billy into the doorway of the room to view their work and check that no surface had escaped a sparkly coating.
"We should leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie out for Father Christmas." Dom had told him, straight faced.
"How old are you?"
"Come on Bills," Dom had wrapped an arm around Billy's neck, "you're supposed to leave a glass of sherry and a mince pie out for Father Christmas so he can have something to eat. It's hard work delivering presents all over the world and he must get hungry."
"How do you know he's going to visit you? Who said you've been a good boy this year?"
"You Bill. I know you think I'm good." He waggled his eyebrows.
Billy kept a straight face, "I don't think that's the kind of good that Father Christmas is interested in."
"I don't know," Dom started walking pushing Billy backwards towards the sofa, "just think of it. You're in the North Pole, surrounded by snow and ice, there's no TV, no cinemas or restaurants, nowhere to go and nothing to do - what can you do to entertain yourself? Hmmm?"
"But I thought that Christmas only came once a year." Billy bumped into and then fell back onto the sofa bringing Dom with him.
"Nah," Dom grinned down at Billy, "anyone that jolly is definitely getting some more than once every twelve months."
"Can we stop talking about Father Christmas' sex life please, it's freaking me out?"
"Of course Bills, how about we focus on our own sex life?"
They had made love right there on the sofa surrounded by lights and the smell of pine.
Billy pulled on his coat and loaded the presents from under the tree into the boot of his car remembering Dom's kisses.
Luckily, miraculously, he found an open shop and he greeted the resentful looking cashiers merrily, quickly filled his basket with the bits and pieces he needed.
"Happy Christmas." He said, handing both cashiers a box each of the chocolates he had just bought.
"Happy Christmas!" they echoed, glum expressions replaced by surprised smiles.
He pulled into Sean's driveway and turned off the car's engine; for the first day that morning doubt crept into his mind. What if he just made a fool of himself? What if what he was doing changed nothing?
Ian's words came back to him as he sat there; the future he had seen was the one that would be if events carried on as they were. And he had changed the path the day had been heading in, he was changing it that very moment; and no matter what happened it could never be any worse than the future he had seen.
Encouraged he drew a deep breath, gathered the sack of presents, and his courage, in both hands and climbed out of the car.
"There's someone at the door!" Ali yelled when he rang the doorbell. "I'll get it, I'll get it!"
The door was thrown open and Ali stood grinning and flushed like, well, like a child on Christmas morning.
"Hello Billy, we didn't think you were coming, Happy Christmas!" she stood to one side to let him in and followed him chattering away. "I got some books and a games and a teddy and a necklace and some pens for drawing and four DVDs and some chocolate money for Christmas," she paused for breath then continued at the same relentless pace, "I like the books and the necklace best of all cause the books are good and the necklace is pretty and it sparkles like mommies do, Dom and Elijah are here already but they said you might not be coming cause you weren't feeling good." She paused to study him. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes, I feel much better." Much better. Good as new.
"Daddy," Ali called, "Mommy, Billy is here."
There was an awkward moment when everyone turned around and stared at him in silence; from the back of the room near the Christmas tree Dom shifted uncomfortably.
This, he thought, is it.
"Good morning," he walked up to Elijah, who was the closest to him and hugged him. "Happy Christmas Lij."
Elijah hugged him back and when he pulled away grinned at Billy, "Happy Christmas man, it's good to see you."
"Here." Billy reached into his sack, pulled out Elijah's present and handed it to him.
"So Santa is Scottish! Who knew?"
Reaching into the sack again Billy pulled out Ali's present and called to her, "there's something in here for you and Elizabeth too, why don't you take her present to her."
Ali took the two parcels and ran upstairs to show them to her sister. Sean and Christine came next; Sean gave him a hard hug with full of manly backslapping and Christine kissed his cheek and murmured, "I'm glad you had a change of heart," in his ear. She pulled on Sean's sleeve and pulled him towards the kitchen issuing orders about stirring gravy and mashing potatoes.
He and Dom were alone. Dom watched Billy approach him with hope tinged with wariness in his eyes.
"I don't have a package for you Dom," Billy faced him, close enough to touch but without making contact, "but I do have this."
He pulled a sprig of mistletoe from the sack and held it up. He tried not to show his nerves, he wanted Dom to look at him and see regret and the desire for reconciliation and love; most of all love. "It's tradition after all."
Dom's face lit up as his smiled. He eyes had always given his feelings away; blue-silver reflections of his heart; and now they were eyes crinkling as the wariness ebbed away.
"And who are we to ignore tradition?"
Dom's lips were soft and his tongue wicked and he did moan, just like the first time.
They only separated when Sean politely cleared his throat and informed them that dinner was almost ready.
"Do you think we'll ever get to do that without being interrupted?" Billy leant his forehead against Dom's, his voice soft and happy.
"Maybe we should try again later; Christmas doesn't have to come once a year you know."
Billy laughed and took a started to move towards the kitchen, "Later then, I'll look forward to it."
"You guys," Elijah called, "dinner's going to get cold. Hurry up!"
With his love's hand in his Billy turned toward the dining room to where his friends were waiting. Tidings of comfort and joy indeed.
"Happy Christmas Dom."
The end.
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this brings me great joy!
thank you darling for a little tale that shows what christmas is really about. cherishing the joys that life gives you.
*hugs*
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Off to decorate the christmas tree.
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I'm really glad you shared this. It was the perfect Monaboyd for Christmas.
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And a happy Christmas to you too.
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Thanks so much for this story, and a very Merry Christmas to you and yours!
~Erin
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A wonderful way to welcome Christmas, m'dear!
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