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Title: Failte gu mo thir
Series: Precious Years 4/10
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



“Dommie?”
Your soft voice woke me from a state of being half-asleep and I looked down at you, snuggled up beside me, your head resting on my bare chest.
“Hmmm?” My fingers started playing with your hair and I didn’t even realize.
“Will you...uhm...I mean...when we finished doing the premiere-rounds...would you come to Scotland with me?”
I almost jumped a little and my heart started racing. Sure, I had been to Scotland before, I met your lovely sister, but we had never been there alone. Elijah or Orli would always be there as well.
After shooting had wrapped, we just couldn’t stand being separated, so we’d spend every second we could spare together, all of us, but now you were asking me to...
“You mean...move in with you?” I felt you nodding.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to...’t was just an idea...” A smile spread across my face and my heart was so full of love.
“Don’t apologize, love...I’d gladly move in with you.”
A kiss and my future seemed to be crystalclear, love would make me a Scot.

It took some more weeks before we finally could let our dream become reality.
Elijah drove us to the airport, we had been spending the last few days with him in LA. Orli would be on the same plane, going back to London, so Elijah was the only one left behind.
“I’ll miss you guys so much...” he sobbed before pulling each of us into a tight hug.
“Hush...don’t cry, Lighe...we’ll se each other soon. As soon as Dommie and me have settled down a bit, you’ll come over and spend some time with us in beautiful Scotland.”
You hugged him close before picking up your backpack and heading off for boarding. I felt horribly bad for Elijah, leaving him there like this, tears in these big blue eyes which seemed almost grey from sadness now, so I embraced him once more and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.
“See ya, doodle...” He was sobbing even harder now but you were waiting for me and the plane wouldn’t, so I turned and walked away.

We had been living in Glasgow for about three months and now you had taken me to the highlands to spend the weekend in some cosy wooden hut, just the two of us. This was our very first vacation on our own and I even enjoyed the long ride up there with you.
We arrived at our destination just when the sun was going down, covering the soft green hills in a red light. You opened my door and I got out, standing beside you in silence, your hand finding mine and both of us looking at the wonderful view in amazement. It was April, the air was still cold and oh so clear. I had never felt closer to you before.
“Failte gu mo thir...” you wispered into the sunset and when I gave you a questioning look you smiled.
“It’s Gaelic. Failte gu mo thir. Welcome to my landscape.”
“Oh. I like it...sounds nice. So proud.”
You smiled a little wider. “Yes, it does...”
When I felt you shiver in the cold air I threw an arm around your shoulders and led you inside.

Very soon I learned to love that hut. It was warm, with a comfortable bed and an even more comfortable couch in front of the open fire. We didn’t do much but cuddeling, kissing and making sweet and slow love from time to time and I really thought this brought us even closer together.
On the second night you took me for a walk under the stars, telling stories about your childhood days when you’d come to the highlands with Margaret and your Granny ever so often, running around on the hills, enjoying live and enjoying your country. I liked to listen, even though there was a sudden fear in my heart, one I couldn’t quite get hold of, so I just pushed it aside.
I had completely forgotten about it when we finally reached our hut again, but right before stepping inside you turned back and let your eyes wander over the land that lay spread out before us.
“Failte gu mo thir
An t-ait a chi gach tuigse is firinn
Glaiste ‘na mo chiridhe.” you wispered.
“What does this mean?” I asked you, having the feeling that I didn’t really want to know.
You did not take your eyes away from the soft and dark hills when you translated it to me.
“Welcome to my landscape
To this place that will always find its meaning and truth
Locked away in my heart.”

It hit me with all its might, your heart would never be fully mine. You belonged here, to this country that wasn’t mine, speaking a language I couldn’t understand. Scotland was your true love.

This moment I knew I had lost.