There's No Reason To Cry Out Your Eyes. (Final Part of Experimental Arc)

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Yet another pimpage for Canadian musicians, and also based on the video for this song, since it was that cute. Also the last part of Experimental Arc, which can be found at Songworks, and my memories on the LJ.

Disclaimers: Don't own the people or the song. Only the nameless mountie.

Warnings: equal doses of angst and sap.

Pairing: Monaboyd

Archiving: Songworks, others ask.

Feedback: Ooooh! Will ya?

“On the highway tonight
There’s no reason to cry out your eyes”-Hawksley Workman

Dom sat in the car, waiting behind a never-ending line of cars for the road to clear the border.

It was cold and damp in his car and even though the raindrops sliding down the cold and misty glass were keeping his attentions briefly, it still couldn’t distract him from the lonely ache in his chest.

He sniffled a bit and he took his hand off the steering wheel and wiped his nose with it.

His eyes were damp, but he lied to himself and said it was just because he was tired. Or the eyeliner was irritating them.

He wasn’t going to admit that he had been crying ever since he had left the city to nurse the failure of a dream.

It wasn’t home anymore. It was the place were he had gone mad.

The place that had turned his heart into a mass of crushed crystals and made him open and raw to everything around him.

Including the realization that he was holding onto a person unjustly.

He loved Billy, there was no doubt about it, but it wasn’t fair to keep him tethered to him any longer.

He was better, he was coping with life finally, despite hating taking the pills and talking to counsellors.

It wasn’t fair to have Billy around when Billy’s feelings didn’t run in that direction.

So he was leaving. With all his clothes, journals, books and music in the trunk. He was having the rest shipped over to Vancouver when he finally got there.

He could have flown there, but it would seem to fast. Like shutting a door and magically appearing in a different life. It was too unsettling of a step to take.

That was why he chose to drive.

But after the second hour of crying in a damp and cold car, he was beginning to have his doubts about the whole deal.

After wiping his eyes again, he decided that it was simply the silence in the car.

He hadn’t wanted the music to add to the cool noise in his head, but now he was finding out that he needed it desperately.

He looked around for a cd somewhere in the cluttered vicinity of the front seat, but was stopped in his search by the line suddenly moving quickly.

Ten minutes passed and it was still moving, making Dom bite his lip in frustration and finally decide to crank on the radio.

A truly forgettable song came on the radio, but as long as there was noise in the car, Dom didn’t care.

 A few songs he liked played as he drove the car closer and closer to the border check and the anxiousness was disappearing from him. He was at least moving and he wasn’t thinking about how much it was killing him to leave Billy behind.

Patient, welcoming Billy, who held him when he had cried. Who had encouraged him when he was practically chewing on his own heart as he worked through the thin filaments of his depression. Depression that didn’t seem to want to break until with Billy’s support, they had come loose and had slowly released him to resume living his life.

But he also knew that Billy had paid the price when helping him. Even though he wouldn’t say anything about it, Dom could see that it hurt his friend.

He had longed to wipe that sadness away, but hadn’t known how to go about it.

Every time he had reached out, his helping hand had been gently, but firmly pushed away.

No matter how many times he had tried, it was the same.

He wanted to help. Wanted to offer the soothing balm of love.

But it was no use.

So he had made arrangements and quietly slipped away, crying non-stop until his eyes were so swollen and blood-shot that he couldn’t recall what they normally looked like.

Sniffling once more, he finally got fed up and took out a tissue from a pocket pack Lij had given him before he had hit the road.

Wiping up the tears, he crumpled it up and let it fall next to him before he had to creep a few more feet. He could see a couple of Mounties strolling around, checking the last three cars ahead and he grinned weakly, still feeling like shite, but looking forward to having a warm meal and bed to sleep in soon.

The cars got through with minimum hassle and he was coming up. Dom felt himself get more alert and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the ending of the gridlock, or the fact that finally, a fairly quirky song had begun to play on the radio.

“The brake lights
Are really quite lovely
Thousands of souls
All stopping together
On the highway tonight
There's no reason to cry out your eyes.....”

He was laughing softly to himself as he listened to the dejected, yet comforting voice of the singer as he crooned through the sadly hopeful lyrics of the song.

He got pulled away form his thoughts when he saw a Mountie signal him forward.

Complying, he pulled out all his papers and rolled down his window in preparation for the obligatory questioning.

The Mountie smiled at him and greeted him cheerfully before he asked for his documents. He immediately became immersed in them and Dom was glad, since he knew he couldn’t take someone staring at his puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

He got a little worried when the Mountie frowned and went back into the building of the border crossing and stayed there for several minutes.

Dom shuffled in his seat and wondered what the hell was going on and why the Mountie saw fit to confer with someone the minute he had read the name on the documents.

His nervousness was a key pitch when the Mountie came out of the building followed by someone wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over their head; giving no clue as to the identity or gender. Not even the black backpack did that either.

His curiosity is peaked now and he waits with a tingling anticipation for them to come up to his car.

His papers get handed back to him and the Mountie assures him everything’s fine before moving over to the next vehicle, leaving the black-hooded person standing there.

Dom is about to roll up his window, since the raindrops are starting to come out fast and thick, but stops when the person removes the hood.

Dom gasps, and the tears come out again, thick and fast as Billy shyly nods and goes around the car.

He lets himself in, and even though he tries to be quiet, the slamming of the car door is still loud in Dom’s ears and doesn’t completely cover the man singing:

“On the Highway tonight
There’s no reason to cry out your eyes...”

Dom reaches up to wipe the tears in what seems like an oft-practised movement, but is stopped by Billy’s hand already being there.

Laughing breathlessly, Dom puts the car in gear and pulls away.

His tears have stopped, despite being on the highway once more.

END.