FIC: Making Memories of Us (Ch6/28)

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Title: Making Memories of Us
Authors: rawiyaparand and sassywitch
Pairing: Primarily Monaboyd, with a smattering of Ordaisy, Kargo, EmEli
Rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m and shock horror some het sex
Betas: The wonderful dylan_dufresne Much ♥
Archiving: all_sensation and glasgowhobbit , any others please ask first
X-Posted: all_sensation
Feedback: Yes, please. We live for it.
Disclaimer: No money was made from this, and this in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexual preferences or practices of anyone mentioned within this story. No matter how true they are.
Summary: Dom is injured, and Billy goes along with the hallucinations for his best friends sake; but is it really only for Dom?
WARNING: contains slash (men doing men), het, angst, and fluff. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: This is the first in a series of four stories all somehow connected with the senses. The title of the first story is taken from a Keith Urban song. Because you waited so long and so patiently for an update today you get a bonus chapter.
Previous Chapters: Here
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Elijah stopped at the booth and handed the attendant his parking stub. The man glanced into the car and processed the ticket accepting the money from Elijah and then allowed the gate to lift. Elijah drove out of the garage, they had no choice but to drive past the throng of media, which was fine until the traffic lights changed and they were stopped in the lane closest to the curb and the media scrum. As they waited Elijah's fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel as they all felt the horde turn and look into the car.

"Shit! Someone's coming," Elijah hissed, watching a middle-age man approach the car on Orlando's side. Dom turned so that his back was to the window and Billy picked up a magazine and pretended to read.

A tap at the window and Orlando turned, producing a mega-watt smile. "May I help you," he purred in a feminine voice.

The man barely glanced at the other passengers, his eyes sizing Orlando up. He licked his lips and leaned into the car. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

Orlando giggled and batted his false eyelashes: "Oh, I think I'd remember meeting a handsome thing like you."

"Name's Jackson Smith. I'm a photographer for People magazine. Forgive me for being so forward, but you are an absolutely stunning young woman. Have you ever thought about modelling?

Elijah snorted and turned his face away. In the back, Billy's shoulders shook in silent laughter. Orlando ate up the attention. "Really? I mean, I've always wanted to model. Do you really think I could do it? Do you really think I'm pretty?"

'Of course' he smiled engagingly "You’re absolutely breathtaking." His hand trailed up Orlando's arm, coming to rest on his shoulder his fingers brushing briefly across his padded chest. "Here." He passed a business card through the window with his other hand. "when you're free…' he glanced around the car again "Give me a call, I'm sure we can be good for each other."

'I'm sure we can." Orli purred letting his fingers brush across the photographers as he took the card. "I'm sorry," he whispered "The lights have changed." He gestured at the traffic lights.
"Call me." The photographer called as Elijah drove off.

Orlando bounced happily in seat, twirling the business card in his hand. "What?" he exclaimed at the snickering around him. Billy dropped the magazine and fell to the side, tears rolling down his face.

"What?"

"You're such a whore, Orli," snorted Elijah. He stopped the car at the next set of lights and wiped his wet cheeks. "Of course, I'll call you Mr. Smith," he teased in a sing-song voice.

"You're just jealous that I'm pretty enough to be a model and you're not!" huffed Orlando, crossing his arms. "I didn't notice him looking at you at all. Admit it, Doodle, you're jealous because I'm pretty."

"Did you see him, I wouldn't want him to notice me." Elijah stated with a pretentious accent his nose tilted up in the air "My standards are obviously higher than yours."

While Lij and Orlando continued to bicker in the front seat, Billy reached across and gently lifted the wig from Dom’s head. His eyes were pressed tightly closed and his mouth pinched tightly.

'Head hurt Dommeh?" he murmured, sliding closer to him.
"Yeah." He answered slowly his hand finding Billy's and lacing his fingers through Billy's.

"Come 'ere," Billy said, wrapping his arm around Dom's shoulder. He moved in closer so that Dom could rest his head in the crook of Billy's shoulder. "We'll be home soon, love. Just close your eyes and rest."

Dom sighed and snuggled against Billy. He stuck his tongue out and swiped lightly at Billy's neck. "You taste good," he said, lips suckling on his partner's neck. He kissed the reddened skin once more and closed his eyes, Billy's arm tightening around him protectively.

Billy scooted closer to Dom, pulling his own wig off, he lifted his free hand and pressed it against Dom's chest, content to feel his heart beating against his palm as his fingers brushed absently across Dom's nipple.

"Do you need your Meds?" Billy whispered softly against is hair

"No.' Dom stated softly relaxing against Billy "Just keep doing that.'

Cool lips pressed against a warm temple, as moss-green orbs stole a quick glance to the passengers in the front. Orlando and Elijah were still bickering over their respective tastes in men. Billy slipped his hand underneath Dom's shirt, causing Dom to emit a soft moan.
He ghosted his hand over the heated skin before taking a pert nipple in his hand and rolling in gently. He could feel Dom's heart beat speeding up.

"This?" He asked quietly, his lips still pressed against Dom. His finger pulled and rolled before sliding across to do the same to the other.

Dom shifted in the seat, opening his legs a bit wider. "Yeah, that. Don't stop that."

Billy pressed his lips against Dom's temple as he continued to roll and gently twist his nipples. He leaned in until his lips were against the shell of Dom's ear. 'I want to touch you Dommeh." He whispered his breath blowing against Dom's ear, he let his fingers trail down over Dom's waistband to rub against his crotch. He cupped Dom gently the heel of his hand grinding against him erotically before his hand stilled all movement and rested against him. His mouth blowing gentle puffs of air against his ear.

The sensation of Billy's breath on his hair caused Dom to shiver in want. He pushed off of Billy and shrugged out of the light jacket he was wearing. Placing the jacket strategically over his lap, he leaned back into Billy.

Billy glanced forward again, smiling at the fact that Orlando and Elijah were still arguing. Deftly, he unbuckled the black belt and unzipped Dom's jeans.

"One handed, I'm impressed," Dom said turning his face to capture Billy's lips. He gasped as he felt Billy's hand slip into the jeans and long fingers wrap around his heated flesh.

Dom gasped as Billy's fingers wrapped around him, one hand lifting to Billy’s head to pull his mouth back to his own. "Please Billy." He whimpered into his mouth.

Billy released his hold on Dom and let his fingers slip lower gently caressing his balls, rolling them gently in his hand and letting his fingers trail lower, tickling behind them. Dom's legs fell further apart his hips pushing up into Billy's touch as one small finger rubbed back and forth across his opening. Both of Dom's hands flew to Billy's head, his long fingers framing Billy's face as he pulled him closer and devoured his mouth hungrily.

He wanted to say so much to him. Words were trickling from his lips into Billy's mouth, their kiss wet and passionate. All Dom could think of was the sweet touch of Billy's fingers, he arched and pushed desperate to grind himself onto Billy anyway he could, beyond caring about anything other than Billy.

Billy devoured Dom's kisses. His tongue plunged in and out of Dom's mouth, its movement erotic, bordering on pornographic. His finger teased Dom's opening before pushing slowly inside to the first knuckle. He swallowed Dom's moan, before slowly sliding the finger out. Then in. Out. In. Slowly, methodically, never going any deeper. Never quite reaching that magic spot.

"Fuckfuckfuck," Dom groaned and pushed down, trying to impale himself on the finger that had returned to teasing his entrance. "Don't tease Bills. Don't tease. Put it in, put in back in all the way."

Maybe I like having you like this." Billy whispered into his mouth as he slowly and gently pushed a second finger in with the first. Gently he moved his hand, both fingers pulling almost out and slipping back in again and again.

"You like that don't you Dommeh." He murmured his accent thick and near illegible.

"Don't stop.' Dom panted "For fuck's sake Bill don't stop.' His breath was hot on Billy's mouth as he captured it for a hard wet kiss.

As his tongue plunged deep into Billy's mouth, Billy matched its movements and plunged both fingers deep. Thrust them hard and fast each movement rubbed against his sweet spot. Dom's hips arched, he bit down on his lip to keep from screaming, his cock twitched and pulsed as he came.

Billy withdrew his fingers and fondled the empty sacs gently. His hand moved up, fingers scraping along sensitive skin. He found the wet spot he was searching for and carefully dipped his finger in. Removing his hand from its hiding space, he brought his finger to his mouth, pink tongue already sticking out. As he was about to taste his lover, Dom grabbed his hand and instead brought the finger to his mouth, sucking his essence greedily. Billy growled and pulled him into a heated kiss, tongue searching Dominic's mouth for any remains of his come.
"You two are being awfully quiet back there," a British accent said suddenly.

Billy deepened the kiss even more his tongue hungrily trailing around Dom's tasting him before he pulled back, his breathing shallow, the heel of his hand pressing against the hard ridge of his own arousal as he spoke.

"Better things to do with our mouths than talk Elf boy." He spoke huskily, as his hand rearranged Dom’s clothing and tucked him back into his jeans, zipping them carefully.

"I think that Mr Boyd was altogether far too much information for my young ears." Elijah laughed dryly.

"Better that than your eyes," Bill smirked. Orlando turned in the seat and peered over the headrest. His eyebrows raised and mouth dropped open at the jacket in Dom's lap and the look of complete and utter bliss on Dom's face. He shook his head and winked at his two friends.

"Home sweet home," Elijah said over his shoulder as he turned the car up a gravel driveway. Dom looked out the window at the palm trees lining the driveway. From the car he could already see rolling waves and wide stretches of golden beach.

"I live on the beach?" He turned to Billy, confusion in his eyes. "I don't remember this place."

"We've only had it for a little while." Billy frowned "So I guess it's only natural you wouldn't remember it, there aren't as many memories here yet. Do you want to go inside and see our home?”

“Would you mind if we just went to bed?” Dom asked quietly tucking his head onto Billy’s shoulder and sliding down a little in the seat.

“Tired or hurting?” Billy asked him softly tightening his hold on Dom’s hand.

“A little bit of both?” Dom answered honestly.

“Do you need Nurse ‘Lando here to help put you to bed?” Orlando asked him as he turned around to look at him and give him a sexy wink.

Dom giggled against Billy’s shoulder “I’m fairly certain if Nurse Lando had anything to do with putting me to bed, I would need serious amounts of therapy.” He replied “Thanks for the generous offer and all.”

Billy pressed a soft kiss against his warm forehead and helped him to sit up straighter. Orlando climbed out of the car and opened the door, both he and Elijah helped him to climb out of the car, Orlando slipping an arm around his waist offering him support until Billy climbed out and ran around to replace him.

Elijah ran up the front stairs and opened the door for them as Billy led Dom around the side of the house and through the lanai and the sliding glass doors of Dom’s bedroom. His eyes widened as he saw the love nest that he had created for them, he mouthed his thanks over Dom’s head as they settled him against the cool satin sheets on the bed.

"This is nice," Dom yawned, eyes heavy with sleep. Orlando patted Billy's shoulder and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.

Billy worked quickly, removing his shoes and jeans, and sliding him under the covers. Dom reached out and grabbed a picture from the bed-side table. "It looks like you're gonna kiss me," he said softly, disappointed that he couldn't remember when or where the photo took place. "We look happy and in love. We were happy, right Bills?"

Billy turned around from the blinds he was drawing shut and moved to sit beside Dom. He ran his hand through the blonde hair, before taking Dom's hand and kissing it gently. "Yes, baby. We were happy, very happy."

"Good. I just didn't want to be forgetting things because they were too painful to remember," He confessed, placing their linked hands over his heart and closing his eyes.

“The only pain we share Dommeh is when we’re apart.” Billy answered honestly “I hate being away from you, for any reason.” he gestured to the photo “We’d been apart for a little while that photo was taken just after I realized you were there. I wanted to kiss you but I couldn’t, and you knew it.” He explained.

“Is it always like this with us?” Dom murmured sleepily “I shouldn’t want you all the time but I do. It’s like a fire in my blood and if I knew how to turn it off I’ve forgotten. Is it the same for you?”

"It's worse," Billy said, climbing into the bed with Dom. "You were this unattainable goal for me. This burning need and want that I couldn't have. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, but I didn't think I had the chance. So, I tried to not think of you that way, because I had convinced myself I could never have you."

"But you have me now, Bills," Dom interrupted, pulling Billy's arm around him, and throwing his leg over the Scot's hip.

"Aye, I do. But before, I wasn't sure that I would ever have you. But no matter how much I tried to forget you, to not think about you, it didn't work. You were always there. Everything reminded me of you, everything. You've gotten under my skin, Dom. You're in my blood now."

Tears glistened on Dom’s long lashes and trickled down his cheeks. “I hope I’m not always like this.’ He whispered one hand cupping Billy’s face, “I love you so damn much it hurts to think that I could have ever missed out on what we have. I don’t know if I could survive without knowing that you’re here to put me back together when I break.’

“I always will Dommeh.” Billy whispered leaning in to press a slow, lingering tender kiss on Dom’s mouth.

He pulled the covers higher over Dom's shoulder and gathered him into his arms. "Try to get some sleep, my love." He placed tender kisses on the closed eyelids. "Would you like me to sing you a song?"

"You sing?" a quiet voice asked against his chest. "You should have joined the band with Liam and me. He would have liked singing with you. He would have liked you." The rest of sentence was replaced with silent sobs, tears wetting the front of Billy's shirt.

"Shhh, baby. It'll get better," soothed Billy. "Just close your eyes; I'll take care of you." Billy rocked the body he was holding, pressing butterfly kisses where ever his mouth could reach.

Dom's eyes finally closed, sleep finally taking him. Billy tightened his hold and sang softly to the sleeping form:

Maybe it's intuition /But some things you just don't question/Like in your eyes/I see my future in an instant/and there it goes/I think I've found my best friend/I know that it might sound more than/A little crazy but I believe/I knew I loved you before I met you/I think I dreamed you into life/I knew I loved you before I met you/I have been waiting all my life...


Billy’s words slowly slurred as he drifted off to sleep, his arms tightening around Dom as he slept, his own cheeks wet with tears.

Outside in the sun dappled lanai, brown eyes met blue, both faces sombre as they listened to Billy’s song.

“This isn’t going to end well is it?” Orli murmured softly.

“I dunno.’ Elijah shook his head “If only the two of them could see how perfect they are together when they’re in control of their faculties it would be a shit load easier.”

‘But they won’t you know what the stubborn bastards are like.’ Orlando replied his voice serious. “Something tells me we made a wrong turn somewhere Lij; I don’t want to be the one that broke Billy and Dom.” He whispered “And this has the potential to do that. After what the two of them have shared in the last three days do you honestly think that they’ll be able to go back to platonic and not be mortified? You’ve seen them; they can barely keep their hands off each other.”

"It seemed like a good plan at the time," Elijah sighed. He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned his face to the fuzzy image beside him. "They belong together, Orli. I know it may sound cliché, but they were meant for each other, and after this week, they've got to be all or nothing."

"Nothing will kill them, Lij. They won't survive it." Orlando rubbed his face wearily, knowing what needed to be done.

Elijah bit his lip and passed his cell phone to Orlando. "You do it. I'm afraid of him."

"Me?! This was your idea. You call him!" Orlando shoved the phone into Elijah's chest.

Jumping off the step, Elijah shook his head frantically. "He threatened to cut me with Narsil the next time I meddle. He's crazy, Orli. You know he'll do it. I'm too young to die."

Orlando rolled his eyes and took the phone from his panicking friend. Dialling a memorized number, he crossed his fingers. He cringed when a familiar voice answered instead of the expected, and wanted, answering machine. "Hey Vig...um, Lij and I, well mainly Lij, kinda messed up and you need to come to Hawaii. Now."

“What have you done elf boy?”

“Long story Vig.” Orli sighed. “But we need the king to fix it.”

“Want to give me the abridged version?” he paused “How’s my hobbit?”

“That’s the problem. He’s having memory issues, he thinks Billy is his lover, we convinced Billy to go with it but I think we’re going to break them.”

"Orlando." The voice on the other line dropped to an almost dangerous tone. Orlando looked at Elijah for help, but the younger man just shook his head and backed further away.

"They're so happy now, Vig. You should see them, they can hardly keep their hands of each other," he smiled remembering the incidents at the hospital and in the car. "We just need you to make sure that they're still happy once Dom's memory returns."

Viggo went quiet and Orlando was certain he could hear the blade of the Narsil being sharpened. Finally, the older spoke: "The Ring bearer. Where is he?"

"He's right here, Vigs. And this is all his fault! I should have never listened to him." Elijah's eyes enlarged and he gave Orlando the middle finger.

"I'll be there by tomorrow," Viggo said after a moment, causing Orlando to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thanks Vig.” Orlando breathed.

“I’m not coming for you pair of fuckwits, I’m coming for the hobbits.” He spoke authoritatively, his voice low and menacing. “I’ll deal with you two when I get there.”

“Hey we thought we were helping, we didn’t want to hurt either of them.”

“And the road to hell is paved with good intentions elf boy.” He replied as he rang off.

Orli pressed the disconnect button on his phone and sat there for long minutes before he looked up at Elijah.

“Well is he coming?” Elijah asked softly.

“Yeah, and he’s pissed at us.”

Elijah's thumb flew in his mouth as he began to chew his nail nervously. "Define 'pissed.' Is he bringing the sword? Noo, they won't let him through the airport with it...or will they?"

"I quote: 'I'll deal with you two when I get there.'" Orlando repeated, mentally calculating the cost of a one-way ticket to Antarctica.

"Shit," Elijah turned around frantically, like a dog chasing its tail. "I mean, we were only trying to help and so far it's good, yeah? I mean, who knows, we may not even need Vigs help."

“And if Dom gets his memory back and we’ve all been wrong all these years, he hasn’t been in love with Billy like we all think?” Orli paused “I love you and all Lij but if I lost my memory and I found out later that we’d been shagging like fucking bunnies I’m not sure I could ever look you in the eye again.”

“We can’t be wrong, in six years we’ve all seen in, hell you’ve seen his fangirl heaven in there, you really think he doesn’t love every inch of him?”

Orlando stilled, watching the waves roll gently unto the sand. Four days ago he would have never imagined having this conversation. "You're right, Lij. He is in love with Billy. I just don't want him to feel like he was forced into this."

Elijah sat down beside Orlando, scooping up some sand from the step. "He won't feel that way. Heck, he'll probably thank us. Everything is going to work out," Elijah said in a not-too confident tone. He tilted his head and listened to Billy's melodic voice still singing softly. "It has too."

They both sat there in silence for long minutes, watching the waves roll on to the beach they sat at the edge of.

“There’s something we haven’t thought about.” Orlando stated “what if he never gets his memory back.’

“That won’t happen.” Elijah spoke quickly “will it?”

“It might.” A voice spoke from behind them.

Blue and brown eyes turned to see tired green orbs looking down at them. Orlando shifted over and allowed Billy to sit in-between them. Without a word, both men placed their arms around their friend's shoulders.

"Don't think like that, Bills," Elijah said. "He'll get it back. He just needs some time and rest."

"I don't know, guys," Billy sighed, dropping his head into his hands. "It's been three days. There's been no indication that he's remembered anything. He seems more confused than ever."

“He’ll remember.” Orli murmured “he has to.”

“And if he doesn’t well we’ve started a new sham life together right?” Billy murmured letting his head sink against Orli’s shoulder with a long sigh.

“How are you doing Billy?” Lij asked “And can I have an honest, no bullshit appraisal not your standard I’ll be fine?”

Billy turned to look at his younger friend, brother if he was being truthful. He opened his mouth to say "I'm fine," to lie to his friends, but all that emerged was a loud sob. "Not good, Lij, not good. I'm afraid that he's going to hate me when he remembers. I'm afraid that he won't want anything to do with me. I feel horrible for lying to him. I feel like some...pervert, some dirty old man taking advantage of him. And I know that I shouldn't be doing this, that I shouldn't be going along with this, but it's my only chance. Six years and it's the only chance that I've been given."

Orlando turned to look directly at Billy and caught his face in both hands. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against Billy’s forehead. “If he had told you he loved you before the accident would you have done anything differently?”

Billy thought for a moment “No, nothing.”

“You’re not a pervert mate, you’re a man in love, don’t second guess it, just go with it, he’s not going to hate you, he’ll love you probably even more than he did when he was too gutless to tell you how he really felt.”

Billy nodded his head slightly, too tired to even wipe his wet cheeks. "It's not just the lying about us that I'm worried about. I'm making him suffer unnecessarily. I'm letting him believe that he's a former addict, that he was in a plane crash, that he has a brother! He talks about Liam in the past tense, and I can only imagine what the thinks happened to him. I'm letting him suffer with all these horrible memories, and I'm not doing anything about it."

Elijah grabbed Billy's shoulder roughly, turning him to face him. "Don't you dare feel guilty about doing what the doctor told you to do. You're not making him suffer, Bills. If you told him the truth, he'd probably be even more confused. God, you're probably the only thing keeping him sane at the moment."

“That doesn’t make the lies any easier.” Billy murmured. Leaning forward he wrapped his arms around his knees and watched the waves crash against the shore.

“Can’t you just let it be Billy?” Elijah spoke softly his small hand rubbing Billy’s back “Don’t think about the future, don’t worry about the past, just be Billy and Dom for now.”

“What happens when….?” He trailed off miserably. “Do you know how hard this is to say to you two…to anybody for that matter?”

“What?” Orli asked. “Just say it Bill.”

Billy’s face flushed deep red; he closed his eyes to avoid theirs, “What happens when he wants us to….you know…..” Billy cursed broadly “Fuck, alright, what happens when I can’t avoid fucking the man I love. I can’t undo that, and I sure as hell can’t survive if he hates me after we’ve gone that far.”

Elijah and Orlando stared at each other over the hunched form, neither of them having once thought of that particular problem. Elijah shrugged and mouthed "Viggo," to which Orlando shook his head.

"Billy," he said softly, wrapping his arms around the Scot. "Dom loves you. When the two of you finally make love, whether it's now or when he gets his memory back, it'll be because he wanted to. He'll never hate you for giving him a part of you."

Elijah kissed the back of Billy's neck, resting his head on Billy's back. "Orli's right, Billy. I know Dom. Heck, we lived together for six months. He's going to think that making love to you is the best thing in the world. He won't regret it, and neither should you. Just let it happen."

“I don’t think I can.” Billy whispered “I can already feel my own heart breaking. If I don’t have some sort of self preservation the end of this will kill me.” He lowered his hands to pluck at the frayed threads on the bottom of Dom’s jeans that currently covered his toes. “I know I’m being selfish, I should be worried about Dom and I am but I can’t, I just can’t survive without him not now that I’ve been allowed to bask in the sunshine of his love and devotion.”

"You're not going to have to be without him," Elijah reassured him. "Viggo will be here tomorrow and he'll clean up this mess that we've made for you."

"Viggo's coming?" Billy questioned, wondering when this developed. Having Viggo here would probably be good; Dom looked up to him like another father, and valued his opinions dearly.

"Yeah, and after he skewers Lij and I for meddling, he'll work on Dom," Orlando told him.

"Work on Dom why?" A tired voice asked causing all three men to turn around.

Comments

[daydreambeleevr.livejournal.com]

wooty woot woo! another update so quickly!

(and exactly the kind of break in my day i was hoping for!!)


"Orlando." The voice on the other line dropped to an almost dangerous tone.


oooh. not orli or elfboy, but Orlando. sorta like when your mom called you by all three names as a kid, and you just knew you were gonna catch hell.

very interesting to see how they're gonna get themselves out of this mess. and the tired voice at the end? Dom coming outside or one of his friends from the show checking up on him?

enjoying this sooo much. :grin:

kerry =)

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

I thought since we'd been such bad girls, and y'all had been so patient we'd give you a little bit of a treat. Hope you enjoyed it.

I think our Orli has the whole shiver down his spine thing like recalcitrant children when Viggo uses his full name. That said i think Viggo's bark is worse than his bite, and he's only gruff when he's concerned about his hobbits or his elf.

Glad you're enjoying it hon.

[waqaychay.livejournal.com]

another update already? YAY!! and backseat sex is so hot! ;D but man, the boys are gonna get it when viggo gets there. *lol*

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Yup, consider it a treat for your patience.

The boys are making up for lost time I think.

Pissed off Viggo is a scary thing.

Glad you're enjoying it hon.

[owlgrey.livejournal.com]

I laughed out loud at Orli being so pleased about being a successful woman. That was just precious!

But Billy's concern about what will happen made me come thudding to earth.

This is one of my favourite fics at the moment so it was great to see another chapter up.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

Poor Orli, he's such a sweetheart, but sometimes so vain.

Glad you're enjoying it hon, we're honoured that you like it so much.

[ixarachnexi.livejournal.com]

Just want to say I am so loving the psychological element of this story.

I can not wait to see what happens with the Lost actors. That will make things so more confusing for Dom...

But I do have one question that has puzzled me- Ordaisy? Who, what? I'm so confused.

[sassywitch.livejournal.com]

We do toy with their minds just a little don't we?

If none others you should love Emilie when she finally arrives - she's the worlds biggest Ringer and incredibly funny and adorable.

Ordaisy - That would be Orlando and David Wenham - tis a pairing that is almost as cute as Monaboyd.