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Title: The World At Large
Author: theinsanemascot
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Monaboyd, of course.
Summary: Dom wanders around Dublin.
A/N: This was written for __sarah's Monaboyd ficathon. My three words were: airplane, bar/pub, and Velcro. This is un-betaed, so please excuse any mechanical errors. The lyrics are from Modest Mouse - The World At Large.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. C'est la vie.

The World At Large By: Cain

Dom was sprawled out over the plastic chairs in the airport terminal, waiting for the final boarding call. His headphones were secured tightly on his ears, his eyes showing his departure from the scene around him.

A rough shake jolted him out of his fantasy world and he pulled the headphones off. A lovely stewardess was gazing down at him, politely saying that he needed to board. He nodded and swung his body off of the chairs and stood, following her onto the airplane.

For six hours, all he could see from his window was darkness. The only advantage to this was being able to see the lights of Dublin as they came closer to landing. He was mesmerized as the lights became bigger and brighter as they began to land.

He thought of the people in those houses and what they were doing at 5:00 a.m. This thought amused him until he was walking out of the airport and onto the street, dragging his backpack behind him.

The city was still very quiet, much unlike L.A., even at this ungodly hour. The stillness calmed his mind and he was able to retreat back into it, into a place where he felt safe and comforted.

Billy would be getting up now, rolling over and giving Ali a kiss.

Dom's fingers brushed over the volume, raising it a few decibels.

Runners passed him, some staring as they flew by. Defiantly, he stared back, before retreating into a world of Modest Mouse and Billy.

Billy would be making breakfast now, laughing at one of Ali's jokes as she leaned over the table to watch him.

Dom raised the volume and continued walking, now at a brisk pace.

As the day raced on, he saw school children walking past him, on their way to a Catholic, all boy's school and old women brushing by, stopping at the bus stop to gossip and wait for their ride.

He sat with them, leaning back against the bench to crack his neck.

When the bus came, he wandered onto it, throwing change into the machine and sitting in the first empty seat he came to.

The city rushed by in a blur, carrying people and their stories with it. He liked this thought, and opened the front pocket of his backpack to find a pen, the loud noise of the velcro causing people to turn back before politely turning away. 'Carrier' was written on his hand before he threw the bag onto the seat beside him.

Billy would be leaving his house now, driving Ali to practice, maybe, before he drove to his agent's office in the heart of Glasgow.

Oh city, you are mighty yet tender.

This thought disturbed him, the volume on his CD player now as high as it would go.

He got off in front of a pub, glancing in at the American tourists gushing over how "quaint" it was. He smiled, reminded of 'Lij, and continued on.

Standing on the walking bridge over the River Liffey, he leaned over the edge, wishing he could dive into the murky water. The leather cuffs on his wrist were beginning to irritate him, and he thought for a moment of getting rid of them. They were gifts, however, and he was nothing if not appreciative.

Billy would be with his agent now, discussing plans for the next movie he would take on.

He wandered back over the bridge and headed for St. Stephen's Green. He had been there once before with his family and he needed the inspiration that came from sitting in a beautiful park.

He sat on a bench between the pond and the gazebo, his head embedded in his knees. A duck wandered past, along with a hoard of French teenagers.

The mix with only one song played on and his thoughts began to wander again.

Dom walked to the hotel in time for dinner, throwing his backpack in his room before going down to the dining room. The salmon was superb, as was the wine. It took the edge off his thoughts.

Billy would be sitting down to dine with Ali now, maybe at a nice Italian restaurant, with a bottle of the best wine the restaurant served. Nothing like the dinners they had together in the back of bars in L.A., while they downed Heineken and Italian grinders.

He went back to his room, more depressed now that it was silence that was enveloping him.

A warm shower and a good wank only saddened him more.

Billy would be wrapping his arms around Ali now, as foreplay began. Afterwards, he would hold her to him, kissing her head before they both fell into a blissful slumber.

Dom lay naked on the hotel bed, his headphones blaring.

Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.

I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.