And yet more!

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Wow, I'm really on a roll today, huh? Well, except for the fact that this one was started a while ago, and was just finished moments ago. ^.^

Title: Crossing the Line
Author: Dee Sarrachi
Pairing: Monaboyd, hints of Billy/Ali
Rating: Maybe PG, just to be safe?
Disclaimer: Don’t know them, don’t own them. Song belongs to Moxy Fruvous
Feedback: Is loved. Lots and lots of it.
Summery: Billy loves Dom, but does he have the balls to admit it?
Author’s note: Inspired by the song B.J. Don’t Cry, by Moxy Fruvous. Lyrics are italicized. Enjoy.




From the Früvous quill comes a sorry tale of love and illin’
Romeo found the balcony too high, ended up with second billin’
She loved in triplicate, left his heart a blank to fill in
Lost his faith immaculate when Cupid became a villain.

Love was always so much easier in stories. A simple case of boy-meets-girl, they fall in love, and there you had it. Happy endings all around.

Life was much, much harder. In real life (a place that Billy tried to avoid as much as possible), you had to contend with things like bad luck, and dying, and the fact that, no matter what happened, you were never, ever going to cross that thin little line from ‘best mate’ to ‘Twu Wuv’.

Which was why he was with Ali. That short blonde hair, that cheerful outlook, and--most of all--those not-quite-blue-not-quite-gray eyes. Those eyes that always looked at him with love, a look that he couldn’t return. Not to her blue-gray eyes.

B.J don’t cry no more
Wonders what his heart
is beating for
He says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

In a fit of rage he tore down all her gifts and promises
Sick and tired of hearing ‘bout those Harry, Dick and Thomases
Banished her for life he did, right then and there, from the premises
Once his holy virgin queen, now on the scene, his nemesis

“I can’t do this, Ali,” he shouted, throwing clothes into a suitcase. He really didn’t care what clothes they were, or if they even fit anymore. He couldn’t stand one more minute of this faked relationship.

And then Ali had looked at him with those eyes, brimming with tears. He’d seen that exact expression before, just not on her. Rather, it was the identical look that Dom had given him as he left for Scotland. Just like before, the sight of large, blue-gray eyes almost made him lose his resolve, almost made him say that it was just a joke, made him rush back into the arms of the owner of those god-dammed eyes.

Not this time. He’d resisted it last time; he could bloody well do it this time, too. Roughly, he turned his back on her, shoving things into the suitcase, barely able to see through the tears that were brimming in his own eyes.

He paused when she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into the back of his neck. Her lips tickled his neck as she whispered, “I don’t see why. It...We were fine. Why throw it away?”

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn’t love her, not like that, but he still cared about her enough to not want to hurt her. “Because. Because...I just...I don’t love you, Ali. I tried but...” The lump was proving very resistant to swallowing.

“But you love him.” It wasn’t a question.

Billy had known it since the first day he’d looked into those blue-gray eyes dancing merrily at him from under the floppy wig. And yet, somehow, hearing someone else say it out loud made it all the more real, made it something that was touchable and so easily broken.

“Yeah. I love him.”

B.J don’t cry no more
Wondered what his heart
was beating for
He says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

He thought about his life, his heart began to rush
He buried the crown, found a bucket and brush
B.J. paints town...

Los Angeles was the same as Billy remembered it from his other visits. It was still faintly smelly, and nowhere near as nice and green as his native Scotland. Still, L.A. had some things that Scotland could never hope to claim.

Things such as Dominic Monaghan.


Now on the street our wounded soul is looking quite gregarial
Heart of tin has shed his skin, given it a hefty burial
As with logic, as with reason, as with science actuarial
Rallied ‘round the Früvous flag, burnt the kitchen, raised the aerial.

This was it. Zero Hour. D-Day. The big one. Billy stood in front of Dom’s door, clutching the letter he’d written. He’d meant to simply mail it from Scotland, to fly out here once he knew what Dom’s response was; but now he had decided he couldn’t wait. He wanted to be there when Dom read his admission, to see the look on his face.

Or at least to be there if Dom wanted to slam the door in his face.

B.J don’t cry no more
Found out what his heart
was beating for
He says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

Turn it over little man
He took a trip, B.J.’s on a train
Far far away, he’ll be back again one rainy day

He’d run, the first time. Billy sighed, remembering that last trip over here. It had been for the Oscars, and he’d been worried the whole time that his feelings would slip through that mask he was so used to wearing. It was easier when they were filming, because that affection could easily be taken, on camera, as that cousinly love between Merry and Pippin. But on the red carpet, it was just...different. The air was already charged with anticipation, and Billy couldn’t help but feel snappish, especially when Dom had grabbed his chin. It hadn’t been the physical contact, but the fact that it was nothing more than friendly, when he so desperately wanted it to be more.

That was why he’d left immediately after doing a couple of interviews. No matter how much Dom had wanted him to stay and bar-hop (“You’re leaving me with just Elijah, and we both know he can’t hold his beer! It’s not a bar-hop if you have to stop after a couple of drinks!”), there was no way that Billy could stay on the same continent as Dom and not tell him how he felt.

Which was exactly what he didn’t want.

So there we have a story lived in person told by proxy
‘Bout a mild-mannered mannequin, every Friday hit the roxy
‘Till there his own reflection, showed him his orthodoxy
Now he hikes the Himalayas, stuffs his letters full of moxie!

Taking a deep breath, Billy did it. He rang Dom’s doorbell, then stood back, fighting against the urge to run away and hide in the bushes, the way he had when he was about five. This was going to be it, the first time he ever told Dom that he loved him. Well, there had been that time in Wellington, but since Dom had then proceeded to piss in a fountain, Billy doubted he even remembered. Or if he did, he probably assumed that Billy had been just as drunk as he had been.

B.J don’t cry no more
Found out what his heart
was beating for
He says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

The door opened, and Dom stood there. It looked as though he’d just woken up, as his hair was in disarray and he still had that blinking, unfocused look that people have after a nap.

“Hey Bills. What are you doin’ here?” he asked, running his hand through his hair in an attempt to make it lay flat.

Wordlessly, Billy held out the piece of paper. Puzzled, Dom took it, flipping it open and reading it while Billy stood there, palms sweating as he silently prayed.

After what felt like years, Dom lifted his eyes from the note, blue eyes meeting green ones. “Is this...?” he started, before apparently being stricken dumb. Mutely, he waved a hand at the letter.

Billy didn’t trust himself to speak. He nodded, staring down at the ground. It was then that he noticed that Dom was barefoot, another sign that he’d just gotten up. Amazing that his mind would grasp at stupid things like the fact that Dom had nothing on his feet at a time like this, but it was probably just a sign that it was too much to handle. Hadn’t he heard somewhere before that the human brain will grab at simple things and details when it feels overwhelmed?

Suddenly, Billy felt Dom’s fingers on his chin, forcing him to look up into those inscrutable eyes. Green eyes met blue as they stared at each other. Then, something happened that Billy hadn’t expected, despite having run through this exact scenario thousands of time. Dom leaned in and kissed him full on the lips.

It wasn’t a shy, simple kiss. That wasn’t Dom’s way. No, this was an impassioned kiss, full of three years of pushing away thoughts of that forbidden love, full of all those times that Dom or Billy or both had hidden their feelings, had passed things off as a joke or just being ‘best mates’ or acting. Full of the true depths of their love and lust for each other.

It was several minutes before Dom broke off the kiss and both men were able to breath normally again.

“What about Ali?” asked Dom suddenly.

“Broke up,” was Billy’s simple answer. “Why?”

Dom gave Billy his usual cheeky grin. “Wouldn’t want to be called a home wrecker,” he responded. With that, he turned to go into his house, tossing behind him a flippant, “Coming?”

Billy smiled, following the blond actor inside. For the first time since his parents’ death, he felt at home. This was what his heart was for: for loving and being loved by Dominic Monaghan.