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jacqui-hw.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 16th, 2006 08:55 pm)Title: The Unfortunate Effect of Too Much Sun
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jacqui_hw
Rating: PG-13 (Maybe R for language?)
Disclaimer: Well Dom did give a pretty bad interview and Billy did have his photo taken looking at baby clothes, but the rest is all me.
Summary: Lost: One actor. Answers to Dominic Monaghan. If found please return to Billy Boyd, Glasgow, Scotland.
Author's notes: Started becausethe1elf and ditchwitchbitch were understandably upset by Dom's last interview. Finished because frikatilhi is a goddess.
There were seven emails in his inbox on the morning the article appeared.
Astin's was the longest and merely the act of opening it had him reaching for the cigarettes. Elijah's, by contrast, was the shortest and simply said "Fucker." This worried Dom tremendously because Elijah's abuse of punctuation in general, (and the exclamation point in particular), was legendary, and the lack of said abuse indicated that Elijah was severely pissed off.
Bean's and Orlando's were both along the lines of "Were you high during the interview?" Dom winced and made some tea and smoked another cigarette and avoided the paper.
Ian's was in much the same vein as Astin's but rather more succinct and a little more poetic. John's expanded on Elijah's theme with a creative use of swear words that actually made him blush.
Viggo's was the worst. It contained neither abuse nor mockery , but disappointment shone through every letter and Dom was visibly shaking at the end of it.
There was nothing from Billy, which was in itself a sharp slap to the face. It didn't happen often (and luckily Dom had never seen it directed at him) but when Billy was angry everyone knew and everyone stayed out of his way.
Dom finished the cigarettes and started on the phone calls.
He tried Billy first, but got no answer and Dom felt sick as he dialed Ian's number.
"I'm disappointed. You should know better than that," was as much as Ian was willing to say on the subject. He asked about Dom's life and Dom in turn asked about his. He ended the call feeling a little more like himself.
He still needed Billy. Billy still wasn't answering the phone.
John and Bean were both working so he left messages telling them he was sorry and asking them to call back. He caught Orlando on a break and relaxed a little more into the easy conversation. Orlando never held a grudge or judged anyone too harshly. His one comment on the subject was to ask if Dom had talked to Billy yet. He hadn't although he tried after every phone call.
Viggo mumbled something that would surely have been insightful and profound had Dom been paying close attention, but he was shaking too much as his mind sped through all of Billy's likely responses and he missed the first half. Then then the call waiting tone sounded. Dom excused himself. Viggo said he'd ring back later and not to worry.
He hoped it was Billy.
It was Astin.
Sean repeated at length, and in a tone of voice Evie often used when talking about his insects, everything he'd said in his email. Ten minutes later, Elijah did the same.
"Fucker."
"I haven't even said hello yet."
"You are though, John."
"Lij please. It was stupid interview."
"It certainly was. You managed to make yourself look like dick and a cunt at the same time. Congratulations."
Dom hung up the phone knowing that everything would eventually be alright with everyone, except Billy. Billy who still wouldn't answer his phone or reply to his text messages or the ten thousand emails Dom felt he'd sent that morning.
He went back to bed, pulled the covers up over his head and hoped that when he woke up, the entire thing would be some hideous nightmare.
He awoke a few hours later to find Billy sitting opposite the bed, watching him sleep.
"What are you doing here?" Dom asked, sitting up with a yawn.
Billy shifted forward, resting his arms on his knees, and spoke softly. "I caught a flight from LA. Wanted to surprise you."
Dom found he couldn't quite meet Billy's eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"The article."
"What article?"
Dom gave a little sigh of relief. "I'll tell you later."
Billy nodded and stood. "Come on then, get up. You can't lie around in bed all day and I need a cup of tea." He took a parcel from the dresser and tossed it to Dom. "I got you that."
Looking down at the brightly wrapped present for a minute, Dom felt wretched. He smiled in thanks, (though it didn't quite reach his eyes), and tore into it.
"It's a baby-gro," he said after a moment's confusion.
Billy was already half way down the hall when he called back, "I thought it might come in handy when you and Yoko start having kids."
"Who's it really for?" Dom asked when he eventually joined Billy at the kitchen table.
Billy smirked at him and shook his head. "Ah no. We're not back to normal conversation yet. You are going to sit there let me tell you exactly what I think of you. Then I'll tell you about the baby."
"I saw the photos you know. Is it Ali? You could have told me. I'm supposed to be your friend."
"Do you really want to give me a lecture on friendship right now?"
Dom sighed. "It was just an interview. It wasn't like how they made it sound."
"It never is."
"What do you want me to say? I know it was a mistake. I've spent all morning apologising. Tell me you're not mad at me."
"I am mad at you. If I'd been standing next to you when I'd read it I would have punched you in the mouth."
"Bill..."
"I don't like you like that."
Dom thought a punch might have been easier to bear.
"Whoever you are when you get like that, it's not you. It's not the person I know. It's not the best friend I made."
Dom stared at the table, then his hands, then the floor.
Billy sipped his tea and waited.
"I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't want that to happen again."
"Neither do I, eejit." Billy reached across the table and took Dom's hand, gave it a comforting squeeze. "Why else do you think I'm here?"
Late in the afternoon, after a quiet day of surfing and laziness, they lay together on the beach watching the clouds and relaxing as the last few people drifted away towards home.
"I feel the way I did three years ago," Dom murmured in the middle of pointing out a bunny in the sky. "I don't know who I am any more."
Billy rolled onto his side and propped his head up on one arm. "Depression isn't an easy thing to solve."
"What do I have to be depressed about now though? I have an amazing job, good friends, beautiful girlfriend. I live here for God's sake," Dom replied as he flung one arm out to the side for emphasis.
Billy smiled and bent forward so that his chin was resting on Dom's shoulder. "That's not how it works and you know it. You wanted all of this and it made you unhappy that you didn't have it. And now you do have it and you're still not happy."
"So I should just shut up is that what you're saying?"
"You wouldn't even if it was."
Dom chuckled lightly and Billy's smile widened. "As long as I'm making you laugh I know it's going to be ok."
He paused for couple of minutes, giving Dom a chance to calm down again. "What I meant was, if this isn't making you happy then you still need to find out what the problem is so we can do something about it."
"We?"
"But you're so caught up in not being depressed and trying to prove that you're happy, that you're making it worse for yourself."
"What do you mean we?"
"I helped before. I'm going to help now. Whatever it takes."
"You live on the other side of the world."
Billy shrugged. "We'll manage."
"I'm going to be a pain in the arse to be around," Dom warned with a twist of his lips.
"Well some things never change," Billy sighed and then shrieked as Dom pushed him over onto his back and started to tickle him with relish. "I wasn't ex...pecting miracles... ah Dom stop, stop..."
"Who is that thing for?" Dom asked, indicating the baby-gro with his chopsticks as he raised them to his mouth. "It's not Ali. You don't have the tortured eyes of a man about to become a father with a woman he won't commit to after five years."
Billy flicked some rice at him. "It's not Ali no. We're a long way from babies."
Dom nodded. "Like I said. Who then?"
"Just some friends back home. Gave birth while I was here and I thought I may as well buy something to take back with me."
"You could take me back with you."
"But what would a baby do with you Dom?"
Dom sat silent until Billy looked up at him. "I was serious."
It was strange Dom thought, how they often had two conversations at once. Now for instance, words were being spoken but more was being said.
"I know you were." But you won't.
"I want to." I have to work.
"I know you do." I know you do.
"I could come and stay with you for a while." If you'd let me. Please.
"You know you're always welcome." You shouldn't even have to ask.
"See my mum and dad." I'm all alone here.
"And they'd love to see you." It's going to be ok. I promise.
"What if it's not ok?"
Billy was around the table in a second, pulling Dom up and into his arms. "You're finished in a couple of months. The day filming ends you're getting on a plane do you hear me? No arguments. You're going to spend your summer break cold and wet in England with your family and you're going to love every minute of it."
Dom clung to Billy fiercely and buried his head in his shoulder; laughing even as the tears poured down his face. "Cold and wet sounds good." He paused and sniffed, but didn't let go. "And you'll be there right?"
"Always."
Author:
jacqui_hwRating: PG-13 (Maybe R for language?)
Disclaimer: Well Dom did give a pretty bad interview and Billy did have his photo taken looking at baby clothes, but the rest is all me.
Summary: Lost: One actor. Answers to Dominic Monaghan. If found please return to Billy Boyd, Glasgow, Scotland.
Author's notes: Started because
the1elf and ditchwitchbitch were understandably upset by Dom's last interview. Finished because frikatilhi is a goddess.There were seven emails in his inbox on the morning the article appeared.
Astin's was the longest and merely the act of opening it had him reaching for the cigarettes. Elijah's, by contrast, was the shortest and simply said "Fucker." This worried Dom tremendously because Elijah's abuse of punctuation in general, (and the exclamation point in particular), was legendary, and the lack of said abuse indicated that Elijah was severely pissed off.
Bean's and Orlando's were both along the lines of "Were you high during the interview?" Dom winced and made some tea and smoked another cigarette and avoided the paper.
Ian's was in much the same vein as Astin's but rather more succinct and a little more poetic. John's expanded on Elijah's theme with a creative use of swear words that actually made him blush.
Viggo's was the worst. It contained neither abuse nor mockery , but disappointment shone through every letter and Dom was visibly shaking at the end of it.
There was nothing from Billy, which was in itself a sharp slap to the face. It didn't happen often (and luckily Dom had never seen it directed at him) but when Billy was angry everyone knew and everyone stayed out of his way.
Dom finished the cigarettes and started on the phone calls.
He tried Billy first, but got no answer and Dom felt sick as he dialed Ian's number.
"I'm disappointed. You should know better than that," was as much as Ian was willing to say on the subject. He asked about Dom's life and Dom in turn asked about his. He ended the call feeling a little more like himself.
He still needed Billy. Billy still wasn't answering the phone.
John and Bean were both working so he left messages telling them he was sorry and asking them to call back. He caught Orlando on a break and relaxed a little more into the easy conversation. Orlando never held a grudge or judged anyone too harshly. His one comment on the subject was to ask if Dom had talked to Billy yet. He hadn't although he tried after every phone call.
Viggo mumbled something that would surely have been insightful and profound had Dom been paying close attention, but he was shaking too much as his mind sped through all of Billy's likely responses and he missed the first half. Then then the call waiting tone sounded. Dom excused himself. Viggo said he'd ring back later and not to worry.
He hoped it was Billy.
It was Astin.
Sean repeated at length, and in a tone of voice Evie often used when talking about his insects, everything he'd said in his email. Ten minutes later, Elijah did the same.
"Fucker."
"I haven't even said hello yet."
"You are though, John."
"Lij please. It was stupid interview."
"It certainly was. You managed to make yourself look like dick and a cunt at the same time. Congratulations."
Dom hung up the phone knowing that everything would eventually be alright with everyone, except Billy. Billy who still wouldn't answer his phone or reply to his text messages or the ten thousand emails Dom felt he'd sent that morning.
He went back to bed, pulled the covers up over his head and hoped that when he woke up, the entire thing would be some hideous nightmare.
He awoke a few hours later to find Billy sitting opposite the bed, watching him sleep.
"What are you doing here?" Dom asked, sitting up with a yawn.
Billy shifted forward, resting his arms on his knees, and spoke softly. "I caught a flight from LA. Wanted to surprise you."
Dom found he couldn't quite meet Billy's eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"The article."
"What article?"
Dom gave a little sigh of relief. "I'll tell you later."
Billy nodded and stood. "Come on then, get up. You can't lie around in bed all day and I need a cup of tea." He took a parcel from the dresser and tossed it to Dom. "I got you that."
Looking down at the brightly wrapped present for a minute, Dom felt wretched. He smiled in thanks, (though it didn't quite reach his eyes), and tore into it.
"It's a baby-gro," he said after a moment's confusion.
Billy was already half way down the hall when he called back, "I thought it might come in handy when you and Yoko start having kids."
"Who's it really for?" Dom asked when he eventually joined Billy at the kitchen table.
Billy smirked at him and shook his head. "Ah no. We're not back to normal conversation yet. You are going to sit there let me tell you exactly what I think of you. Then I'll tell you about the baby."
"I saw the photos you know. Is it Ali? You could have told me. I'm supposed to be your friend."
"Do you really want to give me a lecture on friendship right now?"
Dom sighed. "It was just an interview. It wasn't like how they made it sound."
"It never is."
"What do you want me to say? I know it was a mistake. I've spent all morning apologising. Tell me you're not mad at me."
"I am mad at you. If I'd been standing next to you when I'd read it I would have punched you in the mouth."
"Bill..."
"I don't like you like that."
Dom thought a punch might have been easier to bear.
"Whoever you are when you get like that, it's not you. It's not the person I know. It's not the best friend I made."
Dom stared at the table, then his hands, then the floor.
Billy sipped his tea and waited.
"I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't want that to happen again."
"Neither do I, eejit." Billy reached across the table and took Dom's hand, gave it a comforting squeeze. "Why else do you think I'm here?"
Late in the afternoon, after a quiet day of surfing and laziness, they lay together on the beach watching the clouds and relaxing as the last few people drifted away towards home.
"I feel the way I did three years ago," Dom murmured in the middle of pointing out a bunny in the sky. "I don't know who I am any more."
Billy rolled onto his side and propped his head up on one arm. "Depression isn't an easy thing to solve."
"What do I have to be depressed about now though? I have an amazing job, good friends, beautiful girlfriend. I live here for God's sake," Dom replied as he flung one arm out to the side for emphasis.
Billy smiled and bent forward so that his chin was resting on Dom's shoulder. "That's not how it works and you know it. You wanted all of this and it made you unhappy that you didn't have it. And now you do have it and you're still not happy."
"So I should just shut up is that what you're saying?"
"You wouldn't even if it was."
Dom chuckled lightly and Billy's smile widened. "As long as I'm making you laugh I know it's going to be ok."
He paused for couple of minutes, giving Dom a chance to calm down again. "What I meant was, if this isn't making you happy then you still need to find out what the problem is so we can do something about it."
"We?"
"But you're so caught up in not being depressed and trying to prove that you're happy, that you're making it worse for yourself."
"What do you mean we?"
"I helped before. I'm going to help now. Whatever it takes."
"You live on the other side of the world."
Billy shrugged. "We'll manage."
"I'm going to be a pain in the arse to be around," Dom warned with a twist of his lips.
"Well some things never change," Billy sighed and then shrieked as Dom pushed him over onto his back and started to tickle him with relish. "I wasn't ex...pecting miracles... ah Dom stop, stop..."
"Who is that thing for?" Dom asked, indicating the baby-gro with his chopsticks as he raised them to his mouth. "It's not Ali. You don't have the tortured eyes of a man about to become a father with a woman he won't commit to after five years."
Billy flicked some rice at him. "It's not Ali no. We're a long way from babies."
Dom nodded. "Like I said. Who then?"
"Just some friends back home. Gave birth while I was here and I thought I may as well buy something to take back with me."
"You could take me back with you."
"But what would a baby do with you Dom?"
Dom sat silent until Billy looked up at him. "I was serious."
It was strange Dom thought, how they often had two conversations at once. Now for instance, words were being spoken but more was being said.
"I know you were." But you won't.
"I want to." I have to work.
"I know you do." I know you do.
"I could come and stay with you for a while." If you'd let me. Please.
"You know you're always welcome." You shouldn't even have to ask.
"See my mum and dad." I'm all alone here.
"And they'd love to see you." It's going to be ok. I promise.
"What if it's not ok?"
Billy was around the table in a second, pulling Dom up and into his arms. "You're finished in a couple of months. The day filming ends you're getting on a plane do you hear me? No arguments. You're going to spend your summer break cold and wet in England with your family and you're going to love every minute of it."
Dom clung to Billy fiercely and buried his head in his shoulder; laughing even as the tears poured down his face. "Cold and wet sounds good." He paused and sniffed, but didn't let go. "And you'll be there right?"
"Always."
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But... I dunno. I'm more relaxed.
*still kinda pissed at him anyways*
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Now I'm scared to read the article. I like my happy mental version of Dom.
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I miss Dom, you know?
I don't think Dom exists anymore. I think it's Dominic now. Or Dom.
Not Dom. And he lost me..
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But yeahhhhh.... Billy nekkid is pretty damn cool! :D
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