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imogen-star-dom.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jun. 28th, 2006 02:13 pm)Treasure Hunt Part Three
RPS: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
I'm giving it a PG-13 for a wee bit of bad language oh and a little bit more kink in this chapter.
Summary: Billy gets an interesting package in the post prompting a mad dash to find Dom.
Disclaimer: I really don't know these people. And while I would like to think they are busy organising treasure hunts for each other this is all the work of my rather twisted mind! Also most of the places are real but I wouldn't like to say that either Mr Boyd or Monaghan stayed there, or induldged in kinky games at any point...
Notes: Comments/ constructive crit would be welcome. Go easy though I'm a little frightened...
Oh and ~ *** ~ is for flashback (I can't remember the proper sign grrr)
Treasure Hunt: Part Three
Grabbing a seat in Magnolia Café, Billy pulled up the now familiar menu and waited for the clue to reveal itself. There would be no mad dashes, no fits of anger or anything else for that matter. He was onto Dom’s scheme. All he needed to do was sit patiently and the answer would be brought to him.
So he waited. Four coffees, a reasonably priced sandwich, an overpriced slice of cake and two glasses of water later he admitted defeat. Unwilling to call for more help Billy walked up the counter and asked for the bill.
‘Boyd?’ The waitress looked closely at his credit card. Billy smiled patiently waiting for the inevitable, ‘Oh-my-god-like-Billy-Boyd? Like-Pippin-from-Lord-of-the-Rings-Billy-Boyd?!’ To his surprise the waitress walked off (still holding his card) and started whispering with another member of staff. A few seconds later she returned clutching a small package. ‘You know, it’s the strangest thing.’ She began, ‘We had this letter delivered this morning addressed to a Boyd…’
‘Oh right.’ Billy replied thinking he knew exactly what was coming next.
‘And well, we were going to, like, just send it back to the depot this afternoon but… I mean, is it like, yours or something?’ Passing the package over the counter for Billy to inspect, the waitress eyed him in suspicion. He felt his stomach flip slightly as he recognised Dom’s messy scrawl, his name and the café’s address printed below it. Billy nodded and quickly stuffed the package into his bag. Gesturing for his credit card he coughed and muttered, ‘I think I’ll, erm, grab another coffee before I leave thanks.’
Sitting back down and after spending a few minutes ignoring the puzzled gazes of the waiting staff he pulled out the parcel. There was no letter this time, or photograph that Billy could immediately see. Instead he held in his hands a hardback copy of The Nickel Plate Road: The History of a Great Railroad intriguingly wrapped in a short strip of white material. Taking a sip of coffee he opened the book and began to read. Apparently the Nickel Plate Road was some sort of railroad running through the country during the nineteenth century. ‘Fascinating’ he mused sarcastically dropping the book back down on the table. What the hell was Dom up to this time? It was rare the two of them even got the same time off anymore and following cryptic clues around the world was the last thing on Billy’s mind when they actually did. Twirling the edges of the fabric he begrudgingly had to give Dom a round of applause for the running theme of the treasure hunt.
~ *** ~
‘Don’t force it Bill.’
‘I’m not going to!’ Billy lent forward to plant a reassuring kiss on Dom’s forehead.
‘You can’t just shove it in like that… you need to do it gently.’ Apparently the kiss had done little to relax him. Ignoring the apprehensive look on Dom’s face Bill tried to concentrate on the task at hand. ‘You were the one that suggested it so you’re just going to have to stay put while I figure it all out.’
Crash!
‘Shit.’ Billy struggled to keep his balance, one hand gripping the curtain rail and the other clutching what was supposed to be (one half) of his brand new curtains.
‘See I told you.’
Shoving the torn material into Dom’s waiting hand Billy climbed down off the chair admitting defeat.‘ ‘If you don’t shut up…’ he threatened playfully.
‘What?’ Came the outraged reply, ‘Bill how have you even survived on your own for so long? I mean, you’re a rubbish cook, you never clean up, if you would have washed those curtains sometime in the last millennium then you wouldn’t have needed to replace them would you?!’
Caught somewhere between mild amusement and annoyance Billy managed an eloquent, ‘Sod off. Bloody know-it all. You could help’ before Dom interrupted him.
‘I tried. You didn’t need my help; you could put up curtains yourself remember?
Groaning in frustration Billy picked up a part of the torn material and proceeded to tie it around Dom’s mouth. ‘Try giving me advice now you big git.’ He smirked before turning back towards the window. He expected to feel the material hit him on the back of the head a few seconds later, for Dom to admonish him for such ‘cruel’ treatment before perfectly demonstrating how to put up a set of curtains. He didn’t expect to turn around and see Dom sat, extremely still, watching him expectantly. He definitely didn’t expect to see Dom reach for the ruined curtain and start to tear it into longer strips. He was still stood, mesmerised, as Dom got up and walked slowly towards him the shape of a loose knot already formed and slipped gently over his wrists...
~ *** ~
Sighing Billy drained his coffee cup and picked the book back up, fiddling distractedly with the dust jacket as he studied the introduction. Half an hour later he was still no nearer to solving the puzzle. In fact he had begun to feel like he had been reading the same paragraph for the last ten minutes, like some unmotivated student trying to revise. All the fun had been zapped out of the treasure hunt. Here he was stuck in some random restaurant, book in hand waiting like an idiot for what? The next challenge. Why couldn’t Dom have just met him at the airport like a normal person? For the second time that day Billy began to question whether any prize was worth the trouble. Feeling decidedly more agitated he turned back to the elusive paragraph ‘Chicago. Blah, blah, blah, train…. Blah, blah, blah… New York.’ A bell rang in Billy’s head and he stared at the page in realisation: the company who founded the railroad was some sort of collaboration between Chicago and New York. That sounded like a clue. Flicking ahead a few pages for the section on New York Billy discovered the latest Polaroid stuck carefully next to a faded black and white illustration. This time the photograph featured Dom standing (holding an ice cream) outside some modern looking building. Billy frowned at the image, the arched doorway looked, as usual, vaguely familiar.
‘Think.’ The last time he and Dom had got together they had met up in America, Dom had persuaded him that there were a few decent exhibitions they should see. He had promised Billy he would make it worth his while. They had been to an appalling art show, a slightly better ‘‘interpretation’’ of a play Dom loved and… the Natural History Museum. ‘Bingo.’
***
On the third morning of the treasure hunt Billy was somewhere in the sky between Chicago and New York grinning at the voice message he had left on Dom’s machine. ‘Better get that prize ready Monaghan…’ he had begun before listing a few of the ways he intended to get his own back when he eventually caught up with him. In keeping with the theme of the hunt, Billy figured they may as well make the most of Dom’s clues: the camera, the cuffs, the former curtain, the ice cream and (naturally) whatever else he could get his hands on…
RPS: Dominic Monaghan/Billy Boyd
I'm giving it a PG-13 for a wee bit of bad language oh and a little bit more kink in this chapter.
Summary: Billy gets an interesting package in the post prompting a mad dash to find Dom.
Disclaimer: I really don't know these people. And while I would like to think they are busy organising treasure hunts for each other this is all the work of my rather twisted mind! Also most of the places are real but I wouldn't like to say that either Mr Boyd or Monaghan stayed there, or induldged in kinky games at any point...
Notes: Comments/ constructive crit would be welcome. Go easy though I'm a little frightened...
Oh and ~ *** ~ is for flashback (I can't remember the proper sign grrr)
Treasure Hunt: Part Three
Grabbing a seat in Magnolia Café, Billy pulled up the now familiar menu and waited for the clue to reveal itself. There would be no mad dashes, no fits of anger or anything else for that matter. He was onto Dom’s scheme. All he needed to do was sit patiently and the answer would be brought to him.
So he waited. Four coffees, a reasonably priced sandwich, an overpriced slice of cake and two glasses of water later he admitted defeat. Unwilling to call for more help Billy walked up the counter and asked for the bill.
‘Boyd?’ The waitress looked closely at his credit card. Billy smiled patiently waiting for the inevitable, ‘Oh-my-god-like-Billy-Boyd? Like-Pippin-from-Lord-of-the-Rings-Billy-Boyd?!’ To his surprise the waitress walked off (still holding his card) and started whispering with another member of staff. A few seconds later she returned clutching a small package. ‘You know, it’s the strangest thing.’ She began, ‘We had this letter delivered this morning addressed to a Boyd…’
‘Oh right.’ Billy replied thinking he knew exactly what was coming next.
‘And well, we were going to, like, just send it back to the depot this afternoon but… I mean, is it like, yours or something?’ Passing the package over the counter for Billy to inspect, the waitress eyed him in suspicion. He felt his stomach flip slightly as he recognised Dom’s messy scrawl, his name and the café’s address printed below it. Billy nodded and quickly stuffed the package into his bag. Gesturing for his credit card he coughed and muttered, ‘I think I’ll, erm, grab another coffee before I leave thanks.’
Sitting back down and after spending a few minutes ignoring the puzzled gazes of the waiting staff he pulled out the parcel. There was no letter this time, or photograph that Billy could immediately see. Instead he held in his hands a hardback copy of The Nickel Plate Road: The History of a Great Railroad intriguingly wrapped in a short strip of white material. Taking a sip of coffee he opened the book and began to read. Apparently the Nickel Plate Road was some sort of railroad running through the country during the nineteenth century. ‘Fascinating’ he mused sarcastically dropping the book back down on the table. What the hell was Dom up to this time? It was rare the two of them even got the same time off anymore and following cryptic clues around the world was the last thing on Billy’s mind when they actually did. Twirling the edges of the fabric he begrudgingly had to give Dom a round of applause for the running theme of the treasure hunt.
~ *** ~
‘Don’t force it Bill.’
‘I’m not going to!’ Billy lent forward to plant a reassuring kiss on Dom’s forehead.
‘You can’t just shove it in like that… you need to do it gently.’ Apparently the kiss had done little to relax him. Ignoring the apprehensive look on Dom’s face Bill tried to concentrate on the task at hand. ‘You were the one that suggested it so you’re just going to have to stay put while I figure it all out.’
Crash!
‘Shit.’ Billy struggled to keep his balance, one hand gripping the curtain rail and the other clutching what was supposed to be (one half) of his brand new curtains.
‘See I told you.’
Shoving the torn material into Dom’s waiting hand Billy climbed down off the chair admitting defeat.‘ ‘If you don’t shut up…’ he threatened playfully.
‘What?’ Came the outraged reply, ‘Bill how have you even survived on your own for so long? I mean, you’re a rubbish cook, you never clean up, if you would have washed those curtains sometime in the last millennium then you wouldn’t have needed to replace them would you?!’
Caught somewhere between mild amusement and annoyance Billy managed an eloquent, ‘Sod off. Bloody know-it all. You could help’ before Dom interrupted him.
‘I tried. You didn’t need my help; you could put up curtains yourself remember?
Groaning in frustration Billy picked up a part of the torn material and proceeded to tie it around Dom’s mouth. ‘Try giving me advice now you big git.’ He smirked before turning back towards the window. He expected to feel the material hit him on the back of the head a few seconds later, for Dom to admonish him for such ‘cruel’ treatment before perfectly demonstrating how to put up a set of curtains. He didn’t expect to turn around and see Dom sat, extremely still, watching him expectantly. He definitely didn’t expect to see Dom reach for the ruined curtain and start to tear it into longer strips. He was still stood, mesmerised, as Dom got up and walked slowly towards him the shape of a loose knot already formed and slipped gently over his wrists...
~ *** ~
Sighing Billy drained his coffee cup and picked the book back up, fiddling distractedly with the dust jacket as he studied the introduction. Half an hour later he was still no nearer to solving the puzzle. In fact he had begun to feel like he had been reading the same paragraph for the last ten minutes, like some unmotivated student trying to revise. All the fun had been zapped out of the treasure hunt. Here he was stuck in some random restaurant, book in hand waiting like an idiot for what? The next challenge. Why couldn’t Dom have just met him at the airport like a normal person? For the second time that day Billy began to question whether any prize was worth the trouble. Feeling decidedly more agitated he turned back to the elusive paragraph ‘Chicago. Blah, blah, blah, train…. Blah, blah, blah… New York.’ A bell rang in Billy’s head and he stared at the page in realisation: the company who founded the railroad was some sort of collaboration between Chicago and New York. That sounded like a clue. Flicking ahead a few pages for the section on New York Billy discovered the latest Polaroid stuck carefully next to a faded black and white illustration. This time the photograph featured Dom standing (holding an ice cream) outside some modern looking building. Billy frowned at the image, the arched doorway looked, as usual, vaguely familiar.
‘Think.’ The last time he and Dom had got together they had met up in America, Dom had persuaded him that there were a few decent exhibitions they should see. He had promised Billy he would make it worth his while. They had been to an appalling art show, a slightly better ‘‘interpretation’’ of a play Dom loved and… the Natural History Museum. ‘Bingo.’
***
On the third morning of the treasure hunt Billy was somewhere in the sky between Chicago and New York grinning at the voice message he had left on Dom’s machine. ‘Better get that prize ready Monaghan…’ he had begun before listing a few of the ways he intended to get his own back when he eventually caught up with him. In keeping with the theme of the hunt, Billy figured they may as well make the most of Dom’s clues: the camera, the cuffs, the former curtain, the ice cream and (naturally) whatever else he could get his hands on…
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anyway loving it yet again cant wait for hte prize!
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Glad you are all enjoying it anyway. I have no idea about wrist thing but at least I know I'm not alone in being totally obsessed...