FIC: Lost-5/?- Rated R (for the moment) for lang. and remembered sexual situations

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Title: Lost- 5/?
Author: Jen
Pairings: Monaboyd (God, we're so close now!), Billy/ofc, liberal sprinkling of Losties throughout, brief Dom/Josh mention. (told ya I slash anything that moves. ; ))
Rating: R at the moment, for language and remembered sexual situations, but knowing me, we'll get up to NC17 before too long. ; )
Summary: Jorge and Bridget bond, Billy and Dom come clean, Josh finds himself in a precarious position. Bad hair day is had by nearly everyone.
Warnings: WIP, mentions of het, angst.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know, and is in no way affiliated with the persons mentioned in this work. No disrespect is intended to the persons mentioned in this work. No money is being made from this in any way.
A/N: Sorry this part has taken so ridiculously long to be posted. I've been ill and my brain hasn't been working at all properly. I'm not sure it is now, for that matter, but we'll hope for the best. ; )






Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
Oh no, I've said too much

I haven't said enough...

~ Losing My Religion
R.E.M. ~








Dom lay on his bed, eyes closed in thought. Now that Jorge had left and he found himself alone, all the doubts and insecurities were rushing back in.

After all this time, was there some small spark of hope for him and Billy, or was it all just wishful thinking on Dom's part? Billy had been jealous, yes, but there were many reasons for jealousy. It could be something as simple as Billy fearing their friendship being threatened.

Dom smiled wryly to himself at that thought. What friendship?

It didn't even seem to exist anymore. Billy spent most of his time half a world away from Dom, but Dom had never felt the distance between them as acutely as he had that morning, when Billy was sitting right in front of him, close enough to touch. There was something missing between them, and Dom didn't have a clue how to get it back. How did you set about finding something when you didn't even know what it was you'd lost?

He sighed heavily and opened his eyes, knowing what he had to do. It was the only thing that made times like this bearable, the only way he had kept his sanity through years of heartache. Instead of getting up and walking two steps to the dresser, he rolled over and hung upside down from the mattress like a monkey, flailing his arms until his fingers hooked into the handle of the drawer. He fished blindly inside and liberated a Sharpie and his journal, then swung both back up onto the bed wih him, settling back against the pillows.

He uncapped the marker, opened the notebook, and began to write, the feelings flowing effortlessly onto the page.

This was his Billy-journal. The latest in a long line of Billy-journals. Over the last six years, Dom had filled seventeen notebooks to bursting with letters to Billy. 841 letters, to be precise- about to become 842. Each varied slightly in tone and length, depending on mood and circumstance on the day of writing, but when all the extra shite was taken away, every single letter boiled down to the same three words. The only three words on earth Dom had never been able to say to Billy's face.

The only three words on earth that mattered.

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Jorge pushed his way out to Dom's front deck, wincing as the bright sunshine assaulted his hung-over senses. As he tried to blink away the blinding light, he realized he wasn't alone.

Bridget was standing against the rail, looking out to the ocean, absently playing with the ring on her finger and crying softly.

Jorge knew exactly how she felt. He'd had his own brief squall in Dom's bathroom a bit ago- the tears had come, fast and furious, leaving him breathless and weak with their power. He'd let them flow for a couple of minutes, then he had wrestled them back inside, far down where they could hurt no one but him, and had plastered on a sunny, gentle smile for the world. It was much like Jack Shepard's five second rule, Jorge thought, amused in spite of himself- he let himself feel the pains and sorrows for a short time, then locked them away forever in a little chamber in the deepest recesses of his heart. If that room were ever to be opened, it would be like unleashing Pandora's box.

There was enough grief holed up in there to black out the sun.

Jorge's large arms had been designed for hugging, for holding, his even larger heart for loving, but he could never quite seem to find the courage to let his instincts push away his fear of rejection. He was a snuggly-bear with his castmates, would gather them into his warm embraces impulsively, but it had taken time, and they had been the ones to open their arms to him first. Even Dom...Jorge had only found the nerve to love him openly when he was unconscious and knew nothing at all about it.

And it was happening again, now; Bridget needed a friend, needed comforting in the worst way, and Jorge wanted to be able to be there for her, give her what she needed. But, once again, the fears crowded in and when he finally reached out to her, the best he could do was lamely pat at the air about an inch from her back. "Hey...you okay there?"

"Aye.", Bridget said softly, turning her head and giving Jorge a half-hearted smile. "'m not really crying. Well, I am, but..." She broke off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. She had pulled herself together and had come outside to wait for Billy, intent on wrapping everything up, putting a civilized end to it all. She knew he would come racing by at any moment to find Dom, had seen it in his eyes when he'd stormed out of the kitchen. The die had been cast- Billy had made his decision, even if he himself didn't know it yet. She was no longer in the picture; there was no room for her here in this place, no room for her in Billy's heart. She had stepped outside with every intent of handing back his ring, kissing his cheek fondly, and wishing him the best of luck. But now that the time had come, she found that she couldn't bring herself to do it. "Dreams are hard t' let go of, aren't they, Jorge?", she whispered finally, a few more tears falling before she could stop them.

"They sure are.", Jorge sighed. He realized that his hand was still poised ludicrously in mid-air behind her shoulder and let it drop to his side.

Bridget started to speak again, then caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, Billy was running up the beach, coming at full speed, looking thunderstruck and angry and exhilirated all at once, his face red from exertion. She watched as he made a beeline for the front door, not sparing her a single glance as he passed right beneath her. "That's it, then." Bridget said, smiling sadly through her tears.

Jorge watched the scene unfolding before him with a sinking heart. It didn't take a frigging Mensa grad to figure out where Billy was headed. After a moment, Jorge noticed a strange warmth enveloping his fingers. He looked down, shocked to see that his hand had somehow snuck out while he wasn't paying attention and linked with Bridget's. He nearly broke the grip in surprise, but managed to hold on, even give a reassuring little squeeze. "C'mon. Let's take a walk."

Bridget smiled bravely and squeezed back. "Alright, Jorge. Let's."
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Billy bolted towards the house, fully intent on confronting Dom, telling him just exactly what he thought of this clandestine little affair of his, making it known in no uncertain terms that Dom belonged with him, that it had always been the Dom-n-Billy Show, was never meant to be the Dom-n-Hurley Show, that the mere idea was the pinnacle of absurdity. He raced inside, lustily banged the front door shut behind him, started to stalk self-righteously off to find Dom, then promptly lost every bit of his nerve.

Instead of confronting anything, he began puttering around Dom's living room, working off nervous energy, setting things in order, dusting at the tops of cabinets, straightening wayward picture frames. When he found himself reaching into the chameleon's tanks to neatly align their wee plastic trees, he knew it was time to get moving.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to walk to the hallway and start down it. His steps were anything but forceful now, he might as well be bloody crawling for all the slow progress he was making, but at least he was getting there.

He stopped in front of Dom's bedroom, looking warily at the closed door. Christ only knew what they might be doing in there- he had no desire for an encore performance of last night's horrorshow. He put an ear to the wood but heard nothing overtly ominous, and finally chanced a light knock, ready to run at the slightest indication of creaking bedsprings.

"C'mon in, Bills." Dom's amused voice rang out from behind the door.

Billy cracked it open, then poked his head in cautiously. Dom was sprawled out on the bed, but, thankfully, seemed to be alone. "How'd y' know 'twas me?", Billy asked, stepping in all the way.

"'cause you're the only person on this entire bloody island that knocks.", Dom grinned, motioning Billy over to sit on the bed.

He walked over slowly and sat down on the very edge, almost primly. "Where's, uh...Jorge?" He hated to ask, but it was best to know ahead of time- Billy didn't want him popping up unannounced.

"He's off to the Quik Mart to fetch some more strawberry-flavored lube. We just ran out." Dom licked his lips and winked laciviously at Billy, who turned the most amazing shade of pink. Dom couldn't hold the look, and broke into giggles after a moment. "You really think we're shagging, don't you, y' wanker?"

Billy blinked stupidly. "But...last night..."

"Bills..." Dom laughed, "Jorge was trolleyed off his arse and taking the piss with you."

"You're not...?"

"We are most definitely not." Dom shook his head, still smiling. "Boyd, the sad fact is, I've not shagged anyone since I've moved to Hawaii." Technically, this was true- those wee trysts with Holloway in the makeup trailer could hardly be called shagging. Mutual comfort-humping, at best.

Billy felt something in his soul lighten and before he knew what was happening, his arms were around Dom and he was hugging him tightly. The sensation was incredible, the most beautiful thing in the world, and Billy didn't know how he had been able to live so long without it. "Christ, I've been such an absolute arse with you. 'm so sorry, Dommie. Please forgive me." Billy's voice was choked with emotion as he laid a soft kiss above Dom's ear.

Dom felt his own throat close with tears as he hugged Billy back almost desperately, and he whispered roughly, "Never mind that, y' git- there's nothing to forgive. Just tell me what's wrong. Please." He leaned back from the embrace far enough to look into Billy's eyes. "Talk to me, Billy."

Billy closed his eyes briefly, then met Dom's gaze. "There's something th' matter with m' heart, Dommie." He went on to tell Dom about that horrible day, about the terror that had encompassed him as he'd laid helpless on the floor, about all the moments of insecurity and panic that had plagued him since.

All of Dom's breath left him as Billy started to speak. By the time Billy had finished his tale, Dom was shaking and weak with fear. "How bad is it, Bills? Really?" The words tasted like ashes in his mouth.

"Not so bad, really. But..."

"But you're fucking terrified.", Dom finished gently, brushing back a wayward strand of Billy's hair.

"Aye."

"C'mere, love." The endearment slipped out naturally- so naturally that neither of them even realized Dom had spoken it. He rested his forehead against Billy's, closing his eyes, then reached out and gently lay his hand over Billy's chest. "If there was anything really wrong with my Pippin's heart, I'd know it. I'd feel it. I'm still your Merry, y' know." As odd as it sounded, it was true, and they both knew it. When Billy stubbed his toe, Dom limped around in pain. When Billy ate the spicy food, Dom got the tummyache. It had always been that way. "Why didn't you tell me before, Bills?", he whispered. "Why'd you try to go it alone?" He stopped then, and thought about what he had just said. It wasn't at all true. "But you haven't really been alone, have you?" Dom's voice came out small and sad and this time there was no hiding the hurt behind the words.

"No, I haven't." Billy laughed wryly and pulled out of Dom's arms, ashamed of himself. "Decided I was never going t' be alone again. Th' same day I got out of hospital, I set about finding m'self a wife. Bridget happened t' come along, we had alot in common, and what we didn't have, I pretended into existence. You're not th' only one 've been treating horribly, Dommie. I asked her t' marry me, planned out a th' rest of m' life with her, and I don't even love her."

"Jesus, Billy..." Dom was trapped somewhere between shock and elation. He wanted to squeal for joy at the news, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel for Bridget. In a heartbeat, he went from wanting to throttle her with one of her hideously patterned scarves to wanting to cuddle her and tell her everything was going to be alright. The overall effect was a bit dizzying.

"I think part of her knows it, has maybe known it from th' beginning. But 've not ever talked with her about it.", Billy said softly. "And 've not th' slightest sodding idea how to go about it. How th' fecking hell do y' tell someone you've been lying t' them all along, Dommie?"

Dom sat mutely on the bed, just staring at Billy.

He didn't have an answer to that one. He'd been trying to figure out the same exact bloody thing for over six years now.

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"God, it's beautiful here. Seems like anything at all should be possible in this place." Bridget sighed wistfully as she looked out over the ocean. She and Jorge had stopped up along the beach a ways to admire the view.

He sat down on a patch of sand and grinned up wryly at her. "I thought so, too, at first. But I got shut of that notion pretty quickly. I'm, like, the only guy in the whole of Hawaii who can't get leid."

Bridget laughed more heartily than the feeble joke deserved, and settled down beside him. "Strangely enough, even with all that's happened, I don't want t' leave here.", she said quietly, looking closely at him. "You'd think I'd want nothing more than t' pack my bags and have done with it, but it's just not working that way. 'tis like something inside me is pulling at me t' stay."

Jorge looked back at her, then chuckled a little. "This is the part where we're s'pposed to look into each other's eyes and fall madly in love, realize we didn't need Dom and Billy in the first place, that we were only really meant for each other. Then go trotting off down the beach into the sunset on a white horse, or some such shit."

"I guess it is, isn't it?", Bridget said with a sad smile.

"Not happenin', huh?"

Bridget pretended to scan the beach. "There don't seem t' be any white horses handy, at any rate."

Jorge grinned. "Okay, then. Plan Two. We hurl ourselves into the ocean, commiting mutual suicide, and make them live with the crushing guilt for the rest of their friggin' lives."

Bridget laughed softly. "It's not so bad as all that, is it?"

"Naw. Woulda never worked with me and Dom anyway. I mean, crap...can ya see the headlines? It'd be a neverending barrage of Abbott and Costello jokes."

"Don't, love. Don't do that to yourself.", she said softly, laying a hand over his. "I feel th' same, y' know. Well, maybe not Abbott and Costello, exactly, but close enough. I've always seen m'self as too awkward, too plain. Billy made me feel so beautiful." The tears welled up again, but she resolutely blinked them back.

"You are beautiful, Bridget." The words came out with absolutely no artifice, and once again, his fingers closed around hers with no forethought or hesitation.

"You're beautiful too, Jorge." She squeezed his hand back and they sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Then she looked up and giggled a bit, touching his hair. "Except for this Cindy Brady thing y've got going on here. What on earth did y' do t' yourself?" Jorge's hair was sticking up in two wild pigtails atop his head, unruly curls sprouting every which way, bobbing merrily in the sea-breeze.

Jorge laughed, patting at his head. "It kept attackin' me, so I had to do somethin' to corral it. It's hopeless. It's been tugged at, bathed in tequila, and slept on. And there's undoubtedly some Dom-drool matted in there somewhere. It's not hair anymore; it's the ninth circle of hell. The makeup people are gonna kill me when they get a look."

Bridget giggled helplessly now. "No worries. I'm fairly sure I c'n save it. I've dealt with far worse than this in m' day." She tugged playfully on a pigtail.

"You a beautician?"

"Dog groomer, actually. The 'far worse' I was referring to was a bevy of wind-blown poodles.", she grinned. "That's how Billy and I met, y' know; he brought Griffin in for a shampoo when he was but a wee pup. Griffin went home with lovely red bows in his fur, and I went home with a hobbit." She felt another brief pang in her heart, but forced it away, looking up at Jorge brightly. "C'mon, then...let's go t' your place and see what we c'n do with it. I'll tame yours if you'll tame mine." She winked at him and patted her own tangled mop of red curls.

"Let me get this straight...we're gonna go back to my pad to do each other's hair?"

"Why th' hell not?", Bridget asked, laughing.

"Why the hell not.", Jorge agreed with a gentle smile.

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Dom and Billy were happily settling back into the comfortable rituals of friendship, pondering the mysterious disappearance of Bridget, when the bedroom phone rang. Dom, hopelessly lazy with electronics of all sorts, still had a ridiculously out-of-date answering machine hooked up, so Holloway's bellowing, harried voice was broadcast loudly throughout the entire room.

"Monaghan!! Get your sorry Limey ass out to your backyard, and I mean pronto, brother!! And bring some doggie Ritalin, while you're at it. This ugly mutt of yours has flipped his fuckin' lid! Was petting him all nice and friendly, then the son of a bitch suddenly took after me like a fly on shit." There was a strange rustling sound over the phone, then a soft smack, and Josh started cussing a blue streak under his breath, the only clear words being 'cocksucking leaf!'. Dom raised an eyebrow, befuddled by the odd choice of curses, wondering if it was perhaps some unique Southern euphemism he hadn't heard before. But the mystery was soon cleared up with Josh's signing-off sentence. "If you should happen to feel like getting off your lazy ass and coming to rescue me, I'll be the one at the top of the motherfucking palm tree."

The call ended abruptly and Dom and Billy stared at each other for a moment, startled, then both burst into giggles and raced out to the yard.

Griffin was making crazed leaps at the trunk of a palm, yipping wildly at something above him, hindquarters quivering in excitement.

The sight up the tree was even more amusing. True to his word, Josh had scaled the heights of the palm and was perched near the top frond like some strange bird, clinging to the branches with both legs. Even his hair was adding to the avian-image; normally pristine, it was now wind-blown and sticking up in a loose mohawk, giving him the look of a demented cockatoo.

Billy, appalled and stymied at the sight, hurried over to try and corral Griffin.

Dom took one look upward, whooped in glee, and raced back towards the house to dig out his camcorder.

He sauntered back outside a couple of minutes later, film rolling, delighted to note that Billy had had absolutely no luck calling off Griffin while he'd been gone. If anything, the dog was more frenzied than ever, clawing wildly at the tree, thwarting every effort Billy made to subdue him.

After a few minutes of prime blackmail footage, Dom finally relented. "Just drop the shoe, mate!", he called up to Josh, grinning widely.

Dom had known immediately what had happened to cause the ruckus- it had only taken one glance at the object still clutched in Josh's hand to figure it out. Josh had decided, for whatever reason, to pick up and abscond with the remnants of Bridget's red velvet heel, and Griffin had construed the move as an act of war and had taken after him.

With extreme prejudice.

Josh, cursing again, did as instructed. Griffin barked joyously, caught the tattered sole in mid-air, then trotted around the grass proudly, head held high, showing off his prize to Billy.

"You've given m' dog a fecking shoe fetish, Dominic.", Billy commented blandly, raising an eyebrow at the spectacle. "How very lovely."

Dom laughed some more, then called Griffin over, squatting down to pet him and kiss him on the nose. "That's Uncle Dommie's good, good boy.", he whispered in Griffin's ear before straightening back up and acting appropriately horrified at the situation.

Josh was slowly working his way down the tree, eyeing Griffin uneasily. Billy noticed the look and quickly trotted the dog towards the house, shutting him inside. By the time he got back, Josh had jumped down and was chasing Dom about the yard, trying to steal his video camera.

"You're so fucking dead, Monaghan." Josh made a wild grab at the back of Dom's shirt, missing him by millimeters. "Give over!"

Dom saw Billy and raced for him, hiding behind his back, using Billy as a shield. "Brilliant 'do, Holloway." Dom smirked over Billy's shoulder, pointing at Josh's hair. "What do y' call that look, mate? Early Sid Viscious?"

The comment had the desired effect- Josh immediately stopped in his tracks and patted at his head, trying to tame down the strands. He was even more vain about his hair than Dom was himself. Using the distraction to his advantage, Dom, in one quick motion, reached around and shoved the tiny camcorder- still recording- down the front of Billy's trousers. There was no use putting it down his own- Josh wouldn't even hesitate before diving in there. Dom knew that from experience.

Josh started forward, still intent on gaining control of the video, then stopped in confusion in front of Billy, glancing warily at his crotch.

"Hello, Josh.", Billy said politely, reaching out to shake his hand. An odd buzzing sensation suddenly vibrated through Billy's genitals, and he winced a little, adjusting his trousers a bit. "Think y' just ran out of film, Dommie.", he commented dryly, turning his head to give Dom an evil look.

Josh, deciding he didn't quite have the balls to go rooting around in a near-stranger's jockeys, shook with Billy amiably, then took back his hand and smacked Dom playfully upside the head with it. "So why isn't your grill fired up yet?", he asked Dom cheerfully, forgetting about the film for the time being, knowing he could find a way to wrestle it away from Dom later.

Dom, having absolutely no clue what he was on about, cocked an eyebrow. "My grill?"

"Yeah. Your grill, Monaghan. Your bar-be-cue. Your fuckin' hibachi, whatever the blue hell you Brits call it." He pointed to Dom's lanai. "In other words, that big-ass black gadget sitting on your deck over there.", Josh teased.

Dom slapped at Josh's outstretched hand. "I know what you mean, y' git...I'm just not sure why it's supposed to be fired up at this very moment."

Josh rolled his eyes and sighed theatrically, then dug a crumpled piece of paper from his back pocket, handing it to Dom wordlessly.

Dom recognized his own handwriting and winced. He had a terrible habit of inviting people to his home, then promptly forgetting he had done so. Apparently, it had happened yet once again.

"This is the fifth fuckin' time this season.", Josh told Billy conversationally, shaking his head. "We all come trompin' up here, ready for grub and booze, and he looks at us like we're the crazy ones."

Billy grinned. "He's done it since th' beginning of time. Back in New Zealand, we took to pinning reminders on his clothing, or scribbling them on his hands."

"Maybe we should try tatooing 'em to his forehead next." Josh grinned back at Billy, then looked at Dom. "All I can tell ya, brother, is that you've got a horde of hungry cast members makin' their way up the beach as we speak, expecting a shitload of beer and ribs." He paused a moment, then added ominously, "And O'Quinn's with 'em."

Dom grimaced a little. Terry was the most mild-mannered of men, the sweetest bloke you could imagine. He never got rattled at anything, kept his cool under fire at all times. He had exactly one pet peeve in all the world, one tiny thing that set him off like a bottle rocket, and it just so happened to be the one thing that Dom managed to do without fail. Last time he had forgotten one of these little get-togethers, Terry had threatened to dip into Locke's cache of knives. Dom still wasn't convinced he had been entirely joking.

"Excellent.", Dom muttered, looking down at the invitation. "Now what?"

Billy took the paper from his hand and read it, then grinned up at him. "Now, Dommie, we remove th' electronics from m' shorts and go shopping."
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After all of the detailed, heartfelt notes, the countless nights spent agonizing over the exact perfect words, the hours scheming up the ideal setting, Dom had never, in his widest dreams, imagined that he would wind up professing his undying love to Billy in the frozen foods aisle of the local ABC Suprette.

He was fondling a bag of Birdseye pasta and mixed vegetables, searching out an expiration date, when his mouth opened of its own accord and blurted, "You're not the only one who's been lying, y' know, Bills. I've been in love with you since the first day I met you."

A bottle of Lipton's lemon iced tea lost its life as it slipped from Billy's grasp. "Pardon?" As he stood there gaping, tea puddling around his trainers, Billy expected Dom to say he was quoting a movie line or a song lyric, or perhaps just simply going through one of his weird stages, as he was wont to do.

"I'm in love with you.", Dom repeated with a small, shy smile. He paused a moment, then held the bag out to Billy, pointing at the blurry date-stamp. "Would you say this was an eight or a six?"

Billy reached out and grabbed the frozen vegetables, tossing them blindly over his shoulder into the cart, goggling at Dom. "Forget th' fecking snow peas, Monaghan. What th' bloody hell are you saying??"

It would be so easy to back out, pretend he was taking the piss with Billy. Christ knew they'd had odder conversations than this before. But Dom knew, instinctively, that if he didn't come clean right this moment, he would never work up the courage again. It was now or never...all or nothing. He reached out and softly touched Billy's face and spoke, voice suddenly rough with emotion. "I'm saying I can't breathe when you're not beside me. I'm saying not a single night's gone by in the past six years that I haven't dreamed of waking up with you in my arms. I'm saying if you asked me to marry you right here and now, I'd say yes without a second's hesitation. I'm saying I love you, Billy."

Billy was mute, staring. It was here, finally, after years of waiting, hoping, praying. The moment he had dreamed about, embellished in his mind, cherished above all others. His heart soared in his chest- he wanted to yell with joy, kiss Dom right there in front of the frozen waffles until he was weak and breathless. These thoughts all raced through Billy's mind, then were swallowed by a sudden, overpowering wave of fear that came out of nowhere to crash over him. Billy closed his eyes, trying desperately to regain his equilibrium.

Then he made the worst mistake of his life and shook his head, backing away from Dom's touch.

Dom's happy, hopeful expression died on his face, replaced with a black, lost look of hurt and rejection. It was like watching a thundercloud eclipse the sun. "And I think I said a wee bit too much, dinnit I?", he whispered hollowly, then rooted in his pocket, dug out a wad of cash, and passed it to Billy without meeting his eyes. "Catch y' later, Bills."

Dom bolted from the aisle, but not before Billy saw the glint of tears on his cheeks.





tbc...

Comments

[-vanillashake.livejournal.com]

Omfg, he said it! And...Bills! Wtf happend to Billy,huh?!
The end, omg woman! You have to write more! Now!

Excellent =D

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

Yep, he finally said it. *grins* Even I wasn't expecting it. As for Bills...who knows? Lol I never know what the characters are gonna do or say next. He's got some kind of bee up his bum, but I'm just not quite sure what it is yet. ; )

Thank you ever so much for sticking with me on this one- I'm sure glad you're still enjoying it. : ) More real soon, I hope. : )

[emma-took.livejournal.com]

I just read all 5 parts, and omg I need more!!!! so brilliant XD

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, so glad you liked it! : ) More's on the way fairly soon, I'm pretty sure. : )

[emma-took.livejournal.com]

w00t!!!!

[loozy.livejournal.com]

Uhm, BIlls?
What the feck are 'ye doin'?

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

LMAO! That's what I'd like to know. He's totally outta my control at this point in time. *grins*

[http://users.livejournal.com/travelqueen_/]

I love this story. So good to have a new chapter :)

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much, I'm so glad you're still enjoying this. : )

[queenbtch.livejournal.com]

William, get your ass over here. You are going to get such a talking to, young man....

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

*grins* I'll send him right over as soon as I'm finished hollering at him. Promise. ; )

Thanks so much for reading. : )

[magnoliafires.livejournal.com]

*shakes laptop in hopes that pt.6 will just...fall out*

more soon pls?

<3 <3 <3

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

*shakes laptop in hopes that pt.6 will just...fall out*

*grins* Oh man, I wish that would really work! That little trick could come in quite handy at times, especially when I'm plagued with the evil writer's block. ; )

Thanks so much for sticking with me. : ) I'm writing Pt. 6 as we speak, so hopefully it shouldn't be too terribly long. *crosses fingers* : )

[(Anonymous)]

Love it!!!! Please hurry with the next (last?) part!!! *G*

(p.s. don't forget links to the other parts!)

[cheekyluv28.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you're enjoying this, and thanks so much for the kind comments. : ) I'm writing more right at the moment, so it shouldn't be too long till the next part. : ) (Definitely not the last part, though- this puppy seems to be turning into the Monaboyd version of War and Peace. *grins*)

(p.s. don't forget links to the other parts!)

*small voice* I'd love to link the other parts, I've just never learned how to do it. I'm hopeless with this computer stuff, truly. I'd be eternally grateful if you could tell me how. : )