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Title: (Stepping down the) Glory Road
Series: Precious Years 3/10
Author: sweetzattack
Pairings: DM/BB, DM/EW in series, DM/BB in chapter
Rating: PG-13 (to be on on the safe side ;o) )
Warning: Character death in series
Summary: Even the deepest love of all sometimes turns out to be a troublesome thing...
Disclaimer: I own them and I cut this out of some newspaper, I bought from a bavarian donkey 2346 years ago on Mars. *rolleyes* It's a LIE. Made UP. Wish I owned them nevertheless, so lemme dream ;o)
All titles and lyrics in this series taken from the wonderful Runrig.
x-posted to: fellow_shippers and my own journal



You were standing in front of the large mirror in your hotel room, cursing loud enough to wake up half the population of England...and we were in Wellington.
I couldn’t help but chuckle when I entered your room to find you standing there, having a fight of willpower with your tie...which was about to win.

“Nervous?” I asked you while I gently swapped your hands away and straightened your tie.
“Not at all!” you replied.
Oh, Billy, you couldn’t lie so safe your live.
“Ah, I forgot, you’re a tough guy!” I couldn’t help but chuckle when you tried to do your best John-Wayne-impression, causing your face to crumble into something that could easily have been Mickey Mouse.
“Don’t laugh about me!” Trying to sound angry, some kind of funny squeak mixed itself into your words and I burst out laughing, grabbing your shoulders, holding on for dear life so I wouldn’t end up rolling on the floor. You started off as being pissed, but soon enough a wide smile was plastered across your face. I loved the way you smiled and I let you know.

“Oh, that’s nice...you love my smile and I love everything about you. Kinda unfair, don’t you think?” you snorted and gave me a full-on bodytackle, hitting me to the carpet finally, giggeling like some schoolgirl but suddenly your face turned serious and so did mine.
“What did you just say?” We were about one year into our relationship now, almost inseparable all the time but we never talked about our emotions.
“I said ‘I love everything about you’, Dommie...” You blushed, but I cupped your face with my cold hands, ignoring the pain this awkward position gave me.
“Don’t...blush I mean. You don’t have to. Y’know, it’s rather nice to hear that ‘cause *I* love everything about *you*”

We had only just started kissing, building up passion, when the door flew open.
“Hey my little lovebirds, time to get up, we’ve got some kind of premiere-thing going on here!” Orlando shouted and grabbed you by the collar of your jacket, pulling you up and away from me.

Oh...yes...premiere. I knew I had forgotten something while kissing you. Good thing I did not start wondering why I was dressed up like that. It was the day of The Fellowship’s world premiere and...we were late.

In about one quarter of a second I was up on my feet, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.
“Think you can do it?”
Hesitantly, you nodded.
“Yeah. You?”
“I’ll try.”
While shooting we didn’t make a secret of our relationship. We didn’t have to, when we first kissed on set because we had forgotten we weren’t alone everyone was like “Oh, finally they got it...goooooood, congrats, back to business.”, but now we had our first big public appearance and we decided not to let the whole world know about us. That meant acting like friends, which was a hard thing when all you wanted to do is touchandkissandtouchandkissandkissandkiss. We knew we had to do it though and when we were sitting in the car on our way to the red carpet, our nervousness let us forget about almost everything else.

“Oh my God...” Elijah was staring out of the window on the backseat and even though he had been to many premieres and even hosted the Oscars once, he was shaking. The red carpet was framed with thousands of people, screaming, crying, doing all that stuff one always knows from boyband-concerts – for us. You sqeezed my shoulder before you got out and from that moment on until we finally reached the theater we were separated by hundreds of hands holding out pens and autograph cards to us. I really enjoyed myself, these people were so enthusiastic about this project and all of us were sharing their enthusiasm, but after being asked to sign some random girl’s bra I just wanted to reach my destination.

On my way to the theater I passed you and the look in your eyes told me that you wanted...no, needed to be rescued. You were used to being an actor, but you weren’t used to being a star. I couldn’t leave you there, so I just walked over, smiled politely into some cameralenses and took your arm.
“Sorry girls, Pip here needs to go and see a movie.” With this, I pulled you away. You were sweating and panting when the doors finally closed behind us, I got you a drink and fought the need to touch you, shortly before Pete called us to our seats.
“Dommie?”
I looked at you, raising one eyebrow while checking the state you were in.
“Yeah, Bills?”
“Thank you...for being there when I need you.”
I smiled and threw an arm around your shoulder.
“You’re so welcome, Billy.”


The movie was amazing...I think. With you sitting next to me I just couldn’t concentrate too well but anyway, when we got up again, people came over, just to shake our hands and tell us what a great job we had done, so it better should’ve been good, because otherways all these guys were liars.
Elijah had warned us that we wouldn’t get to party right away now, but we had not expected crowds of journalists waiting for us to pose and smile and smile and pose and “oooh, yes, the Hobbits...and their cute Elf-friend...Orlando, would you please stand like this, Elijah do that, Dom and Billy, please look cheeky”. On one of the pictures they wanted you to look over my shoulder and when you did, I could suddenly feel your breath against my ear.
“What do you think, shouldn’t we be leaving early to have our very own premiere-party?”
Suddenly I was very aware of your warmth on my back and all I could do was nod slightly...