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hobbits-r-cute.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd May. 11th, 2004 08:40 pm)Title: Little Scot- Chapter Twenty-Five
Pairing: BIlly/Dom
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope, I maded it up
Summary: Billy and Lucas get sick, first home visit
Feedback: Please? Pretty please with Billy on top?
Thanks to my beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
in_doms_eyes for putting up with me. ::hugs::
Previous chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Five
Billy groaned as he rolled over. Dom had been gone for over a week, yet Billy still reached for him. When he once again felt nothing, he sighed and sat up.
He felt like shit. His throat hurt, his head ached, and his whole body was extremely stiff. He crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
He nearly passed out at the sight of his face. He was pale and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He groaned again and splashed cold water on his face. “I feel like shit,” he muttered to himself.
“Dad?”
Billy turned to find Lucas standing in the doorway. The boy looked very much like he felt. “Boo? You ok?”
Lucas shook his head. “My head hurts and so does my throat.”
Billy went over and felt his forehead. “You’re pretty warm there, Boo.” He went over, got the thermometer and took Lucas’ temperature. “Why don’t you get into my bed?” He coughed. “You have a pretty high fever.”
Lucas nodded and walked slowly towards Billy’s bed.
Billy sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He walked back into his room and picked up the phone, dialing Lucas’ school.
“Hello, this Billy Boyd, Lucas Boyd’s uncle...Yes...Well, he’s not feeling well, so he’ll be staying home today...Ok...thank you...Bye.” Billy sighed and sank back onto the bed. “Anything else, Boo?”
Lucas frowned. “Not right now. Are you ok, Dad?”
“No, not really,” Billy said as he reached over and brushed back Lucas’ sweat soaked hair. “I think I’m going to lie down with you.”
Lucas nodded as Billy got into bed beside him. “You got me sick,” Lucas muttered.
Billy chuckled. “Maybe you got me sick.”
Lucas shrugged. “Maybe,” he whispered as he yawned.
Before long, both Boyds were sound asleep. They didn’t hear the phone ring eight different times. What finally woke them up was a loud pounding on the door.
Billy crawled back out of bed and threw on a pair of pyjama pants. He was too tired and sick to bother with tightening them. He shuffled towards the door and slowly opened it.
A woman in a business suit stood on his front porch. “About time,” she declared as she entered the house without an introduction.
“Who are you?” Billy asked, hoarsely. He hadn’t spoken since he’d fallen asleep and his throat was dry and very sore.
“Marileen Johanson. Didn’t your lawyer call you? I’m here to do a home visit.”
Billy stared at her for a moment, taking in her words. He glanced over at the answering machine. The number eight flashed. He groaned and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’ve been sleeping. Woke up with a bit of sore throat.”
“Hmm.” Marileen began her inspection of the living room. Lucas’ toys were scattered all over the floor.
“Fuck,” Billy muttered. He’d meant to clean that up. He padded over to the answering machine and hit the play button.
“BillyBillyBilly. I know you’re there. Pick up. Anyways, it’s Jacks. Someone’s coming by to do a home visit, just to let you know. Damn it, Billy pick up.”
Two of the other seven messages where also from Jackson. One was Viggo, wanting to know if Walter had flown to Scotland for a reason. One was from a drunken Elijah who told Billy he was the hottest Scotsman alive and sang until a more sober Orlando took the phone away and hung up. Orlando was the sixth message, apologizing for Elijah, and begging Billy to call him back as they hadn’t heard from him in a while. The seventh message was a hang up.
Dom’s voice filled the room as the eighth message. “Hey, Billy. Just calling to say hello. Give me a call when you get this, eh?” He sounded sad and tired yet sexy all at once. Billy marveled at Dom’s ability to turn him on, even without being there and without saying anything remotely sexy.
“So, I trust the boy is in school?” Marileen’s voice had the same ability to turn him off.
Billy shook his head. “No. He’s sick.”
Marileen raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Same as me. Fever, sore throat, headache. Look, I know you have to do this, but can you come back in a week? I feel like someone ran over me with a freight train, and I’m sure Lucas feels the same way.”
“Nope. This is my scheduled time to be here. Where is he?”
“My room.” He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. Lucas laid sprawled out in the middle of the bed. He looked just as he had hours before when he’d gone to sleep. “See? He’s sick.”
“Hmm.” Marileen walked into the bedroom and slowly worked her way through everything there, before heading into the bathroom.
Lucas stirred and woke up. “Da...” he started to whisper before a deep cough came over him.
Billy ran his hand in gentle circles over the boy’s back until is subsided. “It’s ok, Boo. Uncle Billy is here.” He stressed the ‘Uncle Billy’, hoping Lucas would pick up on his meaning.
“I think I’m gonna throw up, Uncle Billy.”
Bill swept Lucas up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He shoved passed Marileen and made it to the toilet just as Lucas got sick. He sat behind Lucas and resumed rubbing his back. “It’s ok, Boo. You’ll be ok.” He looked up at Marileen who was watching them intently. “Can you hand me that thermometer?”
She sighed and handed it to him.
Billy was glad he bought one of the ear thermometers. He didn’t relish the idea of sticking anything in Lucas’ mouth if he was this sick. “Shit,” he swore softly as he read the temperature. Before Lucas had fallen asleep, it had been 102.5. It was now 104.1. “Look, I’m sorry, but this will have to wait. I have to get him to the hospital.” He scooped Lucas up in his arms and carried him back into his bedroom.
Marileen sighed again. “Here’s my card. Call me when he’s better.”
Billy threw on a t-shirt and pair of shoes. He was going in his pyjamas and he didn’t care. He bundled Lucas up in a blanket and took the card. “Thanks.”
He let her out the door before closing and locking it behind him. He was sure his fever was nearly as high as Lucas’, as he felt worse then he had before, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He placed Lucas in the backseat before getting into the car himself and driving off.
Marileen sat in her car, making notes. Underneath a heading reading “Initial Impression”, she wrote: “Great father, caring, loving, yet messy home, bizarre friends.”
Pairing: BIlly/Dom
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope, I maded it up
Summary: Billy and Lucas get sick, first home visit
Feedback: Please? Pretty please with Billy on top?
Thanks to my beta
in_doms_eyes for putting up with me. ::hugs::Previous chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Five
Billy groaned as he rolled over. Dom had been gone for over a week, yet Billy still reached for him. When he once again felt nothing, he sighed and sat up.
He felt like shit. His throat hurt, his head ached, and his whole body was extremely stiff. He crawled out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
He nearly passed out at the sight of his face. He was pale and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He groaned again and splashed cold water on his face. “I feel like shit,” he muttered to himself.
“Dad?”
Billy turned to find Lucas standing in the doorway. The boy looked very much like he felt. “Boo? You ok?”
Lucas shook his head. “My head hurts and so does my throat.”
Billy went over and felt his forehead. “You’re pretty warm there, Boo.” He went over, got the thermometer and took Lucas’ temperature. “Why don’t you get into my bed?” He coughed. “You have a pretty high fever.”
Lucas nodded and walked slowly towards Billy’s bed.
Billy sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He walked back into his room and picked up the phone, dialing Lucas’ school.
“Hello, this Billy Boyd, Lucas Boyd’s uncle...Yes...Well, he’s not feeling well, so he’ll be staying home today...Ok...thank you...Bye.” Billy sighed and sank back onto the bed. “Anything else, Boo?”
Lucas frowned. “Not right now. Are you ok, Dad?”
“No, not really,” Billy said as he reached over and brushed back Lucas’ sweat soaked hair. “I think I’m going to lie down with you.”
Lucas nodded as Billy got into bed beside him. “You got me sick,” Lucas muttered.
Billy chuckled. “Maybe you got me sick.”
Lucas shrugged. “Maybe,” he whispered as he yawned.
Before long, both Boyds were sound asleep. They didn’t hear the phone ring eight different times. What finally woke them up was a loud pounding on the door.
Billy crawled back out of bed and threw on a pair of pyjama pants. He was too tired and sick to bother with tightening them. He shuffled towards the door and slowly opened it.
A woman in a business suit stood on his front porch. “About time,” she declared as she entered the house without an introduction.
“Who are you?” Billy asked, hoarsely. He hadn’t spoken since he’d fallen asleep and his throat was dry and very sore.
“Marileen Johanson. Didn’t your lawyer call you? I’m here to do a home visit.”
Billy stared at her for a moment, taking in her words. He glanced over at the answering machine. The number eight flashed. He groaned and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I’ve been sleeping. Woke up with a bit of sore throat.”
“Hmm.” Marileen began her inspection of the living room. Lucas’ toys were scattered all over the floor.
“Fuck,” Billy muttered. He’d meant to clean that up. He padded over to the answering machine and hit the play button.
“BillyBillyBilly. I know you’re there. Pick up. Anyways, it’s Jacks. Someone’s coming by to do a home visit, just to let you know. Damn it, Billy pick up.”
Two of the other seven messages where also from Jackson. One was Viggo, wanting to know if Walter had flown to Scotland for a reason. One was from a drunken Elijah who told Billy he was the hottest Scotsman alive and sang until a more sober Orlando took the phone away and hung up. Orlando was the sixth message, apologizing for Elijah, and begging Billy to call him back as they hadn’t heard from him in a while. The seventh message was a hang up.
Dom’s voice filled the room as the eighth message. “Hey, Billy. Just calling to say hello. Give me a call when you get this, eh?” He sounded sad and tired yet sexy all at once. Billy marveled at Dom’s ability to turn him on, even without being there and without saying anything remotely sexy.
“So, I trust the boy is in school?” Marileen’s voice had the same ability to turn him off.
Billy shook his head. “No. He’s sick.”
Marileen raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Same as me. Fever, sore throat, headache. Look, I know you have to do this, but can you come back in a week? I feel like someone ran over me with a freight train, and I’m sure Lucas feels the same way.”
“Nope. This is my scheduled time to be here. Where is he?”
“My room.” He led her down the hallway to his bedroom. Lucas laid sprawled out in the middle of the bed. He looked just as he had hours before when he’d gone to sleep. “See? He’s sick.”
“Hmm.” Marileen walked into the bedroom and slowly worked her way through everything there, before heading into the bathroom.
Lucas stirred and woke up. “Da...” he started to whisper before a deep cough came over him.
Billy ran his hand in gentle circles over the boy’s back until is subsided. “It’s ok, Boo. Uncle Billy is here.” He stressed the ‘Uncle Billy’, hoping Lucas would pick up on his meaning.
“I think I’m gonna throw up, Uncle Billy.”
Bill swept Lucas up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom. He shoved passed Marileen and made it to the toilet just as Lucas got sick. He sat behind Lucas and resumed rubbing his back. “It’s ok, Boo. You’ll be ok.” He looked up at Marileen who was watching them intently. “Can you hand me that thermometer?”
She sighed and handed it to him.
Billy was glad he bought one of the ear thermometers. He didn’t relish the idea of sticking anything in Lucas’ mouth if he was this sick. “Shit,” he swore softly as he read the temperature. Before Lucas had fallen asleep, it had been 102.5. It was now 104.1. “Look, I’m sorry, but this will have to wait. I have to get him to the hospital.” He scooped Lucas up in his arms and carried him back into his bedroom.
Marileen sighed again. “Here’s my card. Call me when he’s better.”
Billy threw on a t-shirt and pair of shoes. He was going in his pyjamas and he didn’t care. He bundled Lucas up in a blanket and took the card. “Thanks.”
He let her out the door before closing and locking it behind him. He was sure his fever was nearly as high as Lucas’, as he felt worse then he had before, but he couldn’t worry about that now. He placed Lucas in the backseat before getting into the car himself and driving off.
Marileen sat in her car, making notes. Underneath a heading reading “Initial Impression”, she wrote: “Great father, caring, loving, yet messy home, bizarre friends.”
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also 'bizarre friends' really made me laugh, bless them
can't wait for more, post more!!! now!!!!!!!!!!!!! hee hee hope they are both ok
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I'll post chapter...um...where am I? wherever I am sometime tomorrow if I remember to...
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like "What does LOL mean?" yeah...::shakes head::
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and i have a secret to tell you when i add you..shhh
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HA! That line cracked me up. I loved ELijah singing until Orlando took the phone. Great job again.
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singing Elijah is funny in any situation...:-P
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But poor Lucas and Billy. Hope it's nothing serious!
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:-P
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Must be more yays, ye hear?
<3
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thanks for readding!!!!!!! :hugs:
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OMG!
ahahaha, okay. *combobulates self* i just read all the posted chapters back to back and EEEEEE, i want to have your fic-babies! this is so gorgeous. and! randomly, my mum works with kids and at the moment her job is writing reports about who should have custody of kids and she told me a similar story to this once and we ended up fostering the little girl in question so yes, lucas' dad is the ocus of allll my hatred right now.
i loooooove it. and you. aaaand *tacklehugglompkisslick*
xxxx
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i hate lucas' real dad right now and if i killed anyone in this fic, it'd be him..::nods::
::falls to ground, hugs, kisses back:: Lick? LMAOOOOOo
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thanks for reading and i'm glad you likeeeeeeeeeee
:-D
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I know 'entertaining' sounds rather dull, but honestly, everything I absolutly adore I call 'entertaining'. It's all in the tone of voice.
Of course, I also love the fact that it's Orli that's with the drunken!'Lijah. Because, even though I really like Viggorli, I'm starting to really get into Orlijah. ^.^
Update soon! Please? Oh, and here's some medicine for Billy and Lucas, they need to get better ASAP!
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HAHA...yeah, but Orli and Lijah aren't gay in this fic. I think i give lij a kid..not that it matters as billy-n-dom are proving...lol..
Yeah...pooor sick billy-n-luke
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*snaps fingers* Nutbunnies.
Oh well. I still get my Manaboyd fix. ^.^
*pets the sick Scots* Feel better boys, you have a court battle to win.
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Bizarre friends indeed. ^_^
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Hey! Good Job.
"One was from a drunken Elijah who told Billy he was the hottest Scotsman alive and sang until a more sober Orlando took the phone away and hung up." I love this line, it makes me laugh.
I want to ask you a question if you don't mind. What is the meaning of LMAO and LOL?
Thanx and Best of Luck.
Bye
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LOL=Laughing Out Loud
Thaks for reading!!!!
Billy can father my kids any day of the week...
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Re: Hey! Good Job.
And according to me Billy is really a Hottest Scotsman alive.
Thanks again.
Bye