Little Scot-Chapter Thirty-Two

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Title: Little Scot-Chapter Thirty-Two
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ::shakes head:: Nope. didn't happen
Summary: Mexico part 2. What's bothering Dom?
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Chapter Thirty-Two

“Cut!” Peter called. “Ok, that’s lunch, everyone.”

Billy sighed as he sank to the floor of the ship. This shoot was a lot more difficult than the previous Master and Commander movie. At least Lucas was a lot happier this time and Dom was staying with them full-time.

Lucas clambered up into the ship and sat beside Billy, holding a sandwich in each hand. “Hey, Dad.”

“Boo, having fun today?” Billy asked as he took his lunch.

“Tons! Peter says he might get me a jacket that says ‘Director’s Assistant’ on it.”

“Really? Sounds wonderful.” Billy smiled at Lucas as he took a bite of his sandwich. He was glad to have Lucas on set with him. Even though Greg was in jail and in Scotland, Billy had become greatly worried about his nephew’s safety following his kidnapping, rarely letting the boy out of his sight.

Lucas stared down at his lunch. “Dad, why doesn’t Uncle Dom come to the set anymore?”

Billy lowered his sandwich. Dom had come with them to the set every day for nearly two weeks. Soon, he’s begun coming down at lunchtime. His visits came less and less frequently and now, two months into the shoot, they were nonexistent. “I don’t know, Boo. There isn’t much for him to do here. I’ll ask him tonight, though.”

Lucas nodded. “He just seems sad, is all.”

Billy decided against asking Lucas to elaborate. Instead, they talked about their plans to go to the beach on Sunday.






Dom sat up in bed that night, a book propped in front of him. He’d read nearly seven books so far and, from the looks of things, was likely to read twice that many before filming was over.

Billy looked over, reached out, and pulled the book from Dom’s hands. “Don’t read. I want to ask you something.”

Dom grabbed the book back and marked his place before setting it on the side table. “What, Bills?”

“Why have you stopped coming to the set, Dommie?”

Dom sighed. “I don’t know, Bill. Nothing much for me to do there, ya know? Except...sit there. I can sit at home and read and watch the telly and...” He shrugged.

Billy looked at Dom closely. He suddenly noticed the sadness he’d missed before. Dom had bags under his eyes and Billy noticed for the first time, his lover hadn’t been smiling as much as usual. He took Dom’s hand in his. “Dom, are you ok?”

Dom threw him a fake smile. “I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t.”

Dom sighed. “I’m sorry, Bills. It’s just hard, you two being gone all day, every day.” He reached and ran his hand down Billy’s cheek. “I miss you guys.”

“We miss you,” Billy said, grasping Dom’s hand as it made its way down his cheek again. “We’ll be done soon, love.” He leaned over and kissed Dom softly on the lips. “Good thing you put that book down,” he whispered as he placed himself on top of Dom.

Billy didn’t notice the tears that ran down Dom’s cheeks as they made love, Billy inside of Dom. He fell asleep with his arms wrapped around the Brit.

Dom sighed and carefully extracted himself from Billy’s grip. He pulled on a pair of pants and walked down the hallway and into Lucas’ room. He knelt beside the boy’s bed and gently brushed back his hair. “Little Scot,” he muttered slightly. He, too, had become a bit overprotective of Lucas since his kidnapping. He had become more aware of the sick people there were who would try to take such an outgoing, friendly, and famous child. He leaned over and kissed Lucas on the forehead. “I love you, kid.”

Billy awoke to find Dom missing. He pulled on a pair of boxers and walked out into the hallway. He noticed Lucas’ door was open. He poked his head around the corner to find Dom kneeling beside Lucas. “Dom?”

Dom whirled around and looked up at Billy. “Hey,” he whispered softly before turning back to Lucas.

Billy noticed the tears this time. He knelt behind Dom. “Are you ok, babe?” He brushed away the tears that lingered on Dom’s cheeks.

“Not really,” Dom said with a sniffle.

“Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen.” Billy gently pulled Dom to his feet and led him into the kitchen.

He poured Dom a glass of water. “What’s wrong, love?” Billy asked as he sat down across from Dom.

Dom sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was more unkempt then usual, as though all Dom had done to it was wash it in the past few weeks. “I don’t know, Billy. I haven’t been in a movie in years. I went from this high and now I’m in this...this...ditch. And I don’t know how to get out of it. I want that high back. What we had when we did Rings. I mean, Christ, Lucas is nine and he has an Oscar.”

Billy frowned and grabbed Dom’s hand. “Dommie...you’ll find...”

“Something?” Dom shot his head up and looked at Billy. “I’ve said that to myself for years. And where do I find myself? Watching you make another movie that could possibly be up for another Oscar. Of the hobbits, I’ve done the least since Rings. Hell, of the fellowship I’ve done the least. And, damn it, Billy, I’m sick of it.”

Billy sighed and ran his thumb over the back of Dom’s hand. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dom, except that without your support through everything we’ve done, none of us would be were we are right now. We needed you there, Dom. We don’t care if you make a hundred Oscar winners or a hundred flops. Hell, I did that stupid Chucky movie. Will teach me to drink with Brad.”

Dom laughed. “That was pretty funny when he asked you. You acted like it was the best movie to be in.”

“Hey, I loved the first one. Novel idea for a series.” Billy nodded. “So, you feeling any better?”

Dom shrugged. “A little.”

“Come back to the set,” Billy begged. He placed both his hands around Dom’s. “They’re always looking for more extras in the background.”

Dom sighed. “Ok. I’ll go with you guys tomorrow.”

Billy smiled. “Good. Good. We’d better get some sleep then.” He stood up and walked over to Dom. He leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Dom’s hands made their way around his waist. “Not right now, Dommie. We have work in the morning. Tomorrow though.” He took Dom’s hand and pulled him to his feet and down the hall.

Dom plopped on the bed and pulled Billy down on top of him. “I love you, you know that?”

Billy rolled off Dom and placed himself at the Brit’s side. “No. You don’t say it enough.”

“Love you,” Dom said as he kissed Billy on nose.

“Love you, too. Now,” Billy leaned over Dom and turned off the light. “Sleep, babe.”

“Babe?” Dom said as darkness filled the room. “That’s you, Mr. Boyd.” He leaned over and found Billy’s lips. “You’re my babe.”