Cherry Red pt 4

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Title: Cherry Red (Part four)
Rating: R
Summary: Dom's always kept a diary, it was only a matter of time before it was read. PART FOUR: Billy's "met this girl."
Disclaimer: Are you joking?
Author: Trash
Feedback: is muse food
Warning(s): Non really
A/N: Huzzah, pt 4. I'm trying to keep Ali out of this as much as possible but she's crept in here. Response to secrett's plot bunny.
Part one
Part two
Part three


Billy didn’t take long in showing up, by which time Dom had started a kind of project in his diary. It was entitled Reasons not to love Billy. It sounded a bit harsh, reading it back, but it was realistic at least. Number one on the list was He is straight.

In an attempt to hammer this concept home, Dominic had drawn a straight line across his hand in black biro. An unfaltering black line. Unfaltering, like Billy. In fact, perfection was somewhere in Dom’s list of reasons not to love Billy.

There was no awkward, annoyance tipped silence in the car like there had been with Elijah. There was some silence, yes, but it was comfortable.

“I didn’t mean to.” Dom told Billy randomly.

“Mean to what?”

Dom turned his head and watched the Glasgow scenery whiz past them in a blur of bright, summery colours. “Get Doodle arrested.”

“Oh.” Billy stifled a laugh. “You going to tell me about that?”

Dom grinned and, for some reason, it felt strange and out of place on his face. “Not just yet, Bills.” His shoulders shook with silent amusement. “Not yet.”

They stopped at traffic lights (why the fuck were they always on red when they got there?) and it was Dom’s turn to open the flood gate the way Elijah had in L.A.

“Would you ever leave me, Billy?” he asked nervously. He tried not to fidget with his rings too much, he knew how childish it looked.

“Why’d I do that, m’Dommie?” Billy turned slightly to regard him with eerily green eyes.

Dom shrugged slightly. “Dunno. Would you ever punch me, and then leave me, and then just…….be gone? Because that’s what happened in my dream. You punched me and pissed off and it hurt, Bills. Not just the punch.”

Billy lifted his hands, indicating for Dom to stop. They pulled away from the traffic lights. “You had a dream about me, Dom?”

Dom nodded, afraid that his voice would betray him in some way.

“And I punched you?”

Dom nodded again.

Billy sighed, eyes fixed on the road. He seemed calm, but then Dom realised that he had been comparing him to Elijah, and everybody seemed calm compared to Elijah. “It was only a dream, m’Dommie. I’d never punch you and then leave you. Why would I want to do that?”

“I dunno. I hate falling asleep on aeroplanes – I always have fucking bad dreams.” He muttered. He should have known that asking the question would full-fill his curiosity. What he’d really wanted to ask was would there ever be an ‘us’ for you to walk away from, Billy? Will there ever be an ‘us’?

“I met this girl.” Billy put in, cheerfully.

Dom’s stomach flipped a few times and it took several deep breaths before he was completely sure he wasn’t going to throw up again. Then that rational part of his brain, the part that very rarely participated in active thought, piped up telling him you’ve met girls too, doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together or anything. “Oh yeah?” he fairly squeaked.

Billy nodded as they turned right at the roundabout. “Yeah. She’s called Ali McKinnon. She’s working with my friend. Or was, since she thinks he’s an arse.”

Dom’s stomach did that flippy thing and he sternly wished it to calm the fuck down. “What’s she like then, Bills?” he pushed the hair out of his face distractedly with one hand. “She nice?”

Dom could hear Billy’s smile without needing to see it. “Yeah she is. She’s cool. Funny, you know? She’s got a great sense of humour. She’s really intelligent. Plus she’s beautiful.”

“Love at first sight then eh?” Dom commented, not entirely sarcastic.

Billy turned his head quickly, eyes snapping to look at Dominic, who had pressed his cheek to the cool glass of the window, his knees drawn up to his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean, Dom?” he asked quietly.

Dom sighed. “Sorry, Bills, I’m jet lagged as fuck. I’m sorry. I just meant, do you think she’s ‘the one’”

Billy smiled fondly. They both remembered how long Orlando had harped on and on about how everybody has another half – they just have to wait to find the one. “Elf boy’s rubbed off on you, I see.” He chuckled slightly. “Yes…I mean, I don’t know. She could be you know? But it takes two to tango, and if she doesn’t like me like that, then I’m just gonna have to deal with it. There is no real point in chasing after someone who doesn’t love you back.”

Dom didn’t bother to reply, his voice was caught in his throat anyway – along with his stomach. The car jerked slightly when Billy switched gears and Dom’s stomach did a strange lurching. “Pull over.” He muttered quickly.

“What?”

“Pull over, Billy.” He snapped, exasperated.

The minute Billy pulled up on the hard shoulder of the road they were currently travelling down, Dom pushed open the door and leapt from the car, just in time the throw up all over the ground – narrowly missing his shoes.

“Shit, Dom.” Came Billy’s gentle voice from behind him and to the right (left?)

When had Billy left the car? When had the world become so bright? Why was everything spinning? Everything leaned slightly to the left at an alarming rate. Oh shit, wait – that was him. Before he knew what was going on, he hit the ground hard with his knees, the wind knocked out of him from the shock of how fast gravity seemed to work.

Billy’s voice was far away, like they were miles apart. “Dommie. Dommie speak to me!” Billy whispered. He might have been yelling, but it made no difference to the volume.

Dom’s stomach heaved in vain – there was nothing left for him to bring up. His muscles protested, having already been through enough torture on the ‘plane. His own heart beat pounded in his ears like a relentless, and particularly annoying, drum beat.

Darkness crept into the edges of his vision in a very cliché way. He would have rolled his eyes if he could. But his entire body shuddered, and everything was getting dark. All the while Billy was calling frantically to him, his small hands on Dom’s shoulders.

He stopped fighting the fatigue that suddenly took hold of his brain and allowed the darkness to claim his entire mind.

Dom knew that, if he was unconscious, things would hurt less.

It was only typical that he dreamt about Alison…….