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Okay, so, first fic I've posted in any fandom in a long, LONG time. It's been a pretty wonky day, so I'm not certain how well I did on this, feedback is more then welcome. Also, it hasn't been beta'd, as I don't actually have a beta. If anyone wants to help me out in that aspect, I'd appreciate it. This stands alone fairly well I think, but I'd love to write another part to it if it turns out to warrant it. Let me know what you think.
And if I haven't yet scared you off from it, heres the fic:
Title: Home
Author: Mistoffelees
Pairing: Billy/Dom eventually
Rating: PG for language
Feedback: Sure
Archive: Er, if there's an archive that wants it, they can have it.
Disclaimer: Never happened, never will, I don't know them, I don't own them, they belong to their respective agents. I claim the ice storm though ;)
Summary: Dom wonders why he can never seem to go home.
Home : n.
1. An environment offering security and happiness.
2. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.
Wet. Wet and cold.
Dom shivered as he started the rental car. Cold air blasted him in the face instantly.
"Fuck!" He yelled out as he yanked the heater to the off position. The day was just not going right at all. Everything was a mess. He shivered again and leaned against the steering wheel, wishing he was home. As if he had a home. He snorted in disgust and sat up straight. It was pointless to even think about it, he'd tried thinking about it a million times, and he'd yet to come up with a good answer. All he knew for certain was that he wanted desperately to go home, but home didn't exist.
Oh, sure, there was his parents place, but that had changed since his childhood. It was still full of memories, but nothing there quite fit with those half-remembered moments of childhood. There were enough subtle differences to make the place seem somewhat surreal. His first apartment, that had been home for a while, but some stranger lived there now. It was gone. His place in New Zealand with Billy. Elijah's place in LA. They were all his former homes.
Dominic pulled out of the car lot and onto the slick street. It was late here, and traffic was blessedly light. He could have just taken a cab from the airport but he liked the anonymity of driving oneself. He liked the freedom of relying only upon yourself as well. Something about that appealed to him. So he'd rented a car to drive from the airport to the hotel. The clerk that had rented the car to him had given him good directions, he was fairly certain that he could find the hotel without a problem. So he drove, and thought.
The funny thing about wanting to be home was that nowhere seemed to be home until he left it. While he lived at a place, it seemed like he was just visiting there, and he wished he was back at one of the places he had lived before. Once he left that place, he realized that it had been home too, just not until it was no longer available to him.
It was confusing. No matter where he was, it wasn't home. Until he left, and then he wanted to be back there. Come to think of it, it was more irritating then it was confusing.
Dom turned the heater back on, fairly certain that the car had been running long enough to be warmed up. Blessedly hot air hit him in the face this time, and he sighed with the feel of it. February in Detroit. He wondered how people lived here year-round. The weather was nasty, and it was so damn cold. He'd been on his way back out to LA after staying with his family for a bit. There had been a slight layover in Detroit, but during the layover the weather had turned to shit, and his flight had been canceled. He'd been exhausted from the trip, and rather then waiting for a flight to open up, he opted to go stay at a hotel for the night and try again tomorrow.
He took a left at the next intersection, but hadn't slowed down nearly enough. The rear end of his car fishtailed, and he clenched the steering wheel in hopes of regaining some amount of control. The car righted itself and he breathed a sigh of relief. He also slowed down. Damn weather, he thought sullenly, damn everything. Long flights by himself always put him in a bad mood. Long flights delayed due to ice storms just annoyed him further. It hadn't helped that he'd had to venture through the storm to find the car he'd rented. He hadn't bothered to think about how horrid the roads would be at that point. He was sure as hell thinking about it now, and he was beginning to wish he'd taken a damn cab.
Just as he thought that, the hotel came into view. "Thank Christ," he muttered to himself, as he pulled into the lot. He parked as close to the building as was possible and made a mad dash from the car to the entrance of the hotel. It was pointless though, as he was still sopping wet from the first trip through the storm.
He walked up to the front desk, sneakers squelching on the linoleum floor. The night manager gave him an annoyed look as Dom dripped all over the desk and floor.
"Sorry," he said, trying to work up a smile for the young man. "I just need a room for the night. Maybe two nights, if the weather doesn't clear up tomorrow."
~~
Dominic threw his bags on the floor by the bed. He would have simply collapsed on top of the mattress right then and there, had he not still been soaked to the bone. Wet sheets did not appeal. He decided a hot shower was called for first.
When he got out of the bathroom, feeling somewhat more normal if not any happier, he went directly to the phone. He was so tired that he wasn't even sure who he'd called until they answered.
"'Lo?"
"Billy..." Dominic sighed thankfully at his friends voice.
"Dom? Hey! You in LA already?" Billy sounded so happy that Dominic automatically began to cheer up a bit.
"No, not yet. Flight got cancelled during my layover. I'm stuck in Detroit for the night. The weather here sucks." Dom lay down on the bed, pressing the phone to his ear as if it would make him nearer to his friend.
"That sucks, sorry. So what's going on?"
"Oh, nothing really. I was just..." Dom paused a moment. He was what? Homesick? Lonely? Why had he called Billy? "I just needed to hear a friendly voice." He amended.
"Understandable, must've been a rough trip. You sure you're okay?" Billy sounded honestly worried, and Dom was thankful for it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, really. A little stressed out is all. How are you?"
They talked for about a half an hour before Billy said he had to get going. As Dom hung up the phone he realized something. He hadn't felt so homesick when speaking to his friend. He was in a strange city, in a strange hotel room, but he hadn't felt quite so homesick. As much as he wanted to sleep, he wanted to figure this out more, so he reasoned it out. It wasn't just Billy. Billy hadn't been in every place he'd lived before, but a lot of those places had felt like home to him. Was it the friendship? No, that couldn't be entirely right. If that had been true, then New Zealand would have felt like home while he was there with Bills, but it hadn't felt like home until he wasn't there anymore. The situation then? Now that felt closer to the truth. But why then, did he not think of a place as home until he left each situation behind?
Dominic stood up with a groan and walked over to the large window. Everything was sparkling with ice, and it had finally started to actually snow. It was quite pretty, he thought, so long as you're not driving in it. He leaned his forehead against the glass and watched his breath fog on it's surface. The fog faded away almost as soon as he pulled back.
Everything was fleeting. Nothing seemed to last long enough. Was that what he was craving? A sense of permanence that didn't exist here and now? Is that what he meant when he said he wanted to go home? But if that was true, then why didn't his place at the time ever feel like home! He overcame the urge to hit something, like a brick wall, and flopped back onto the bed. He wished he could call Billy back up. Wished that Billy was here now to make stupid faces at him and cheer him up. Instead, he rolled over on his side and went to sleep, confused and exhausted. Outside, the snow continued to fall silently on the city that wasn't home.
And if I haven't yet scared you off from it, heres the fic:
Title: Home
Author: Mistoffelees
Pairing: Billy/Dom eventually
Rating: PG for language
Feedback: Sure
Archive: Er, if there's an archive that wants it, they can have it.
Disclaimer: Never happened, never will, I don't know them, I don't own them, they belong to their respective agents. I claim the ice storm though ;)
Summary: Dom wonders why he can never seem to go home.
Home : n.
1. An environment offering security and happiness.
2. A valued place regarded as a refuge or place of origin.
Wet. Wet and cold.
Dom shivered as he started the rental car. Cold air blasted him in the face instantly.
"Fuck!" He yelled out as he yanked the heater to the off position. The day was just not going right at all. Everything was a mess. He shivered again and leaned against the steering wheel, wishing he was home. As if he had a home. He snorted in disgust and sat up straight. It was pointless to even think about it, he'd tried thinking about it a million times, and he'd yet to come up with a good answer. All he knew for certain was that he wanted desperately to go home, but home didn't exist.
Oh, sure, there was his parents place, but that had changed since his childhood. It was still full of memories, but nothing there quite fit with those half-remembered moments of childhood. There were enough subtle differences to make the place seem somewhat surreal. His first apartment, that had been home for a while, but some stranger lived there now. It was gone. His place in New Zealand with Billy. Elijah's place in LA. They were all his former homes.
Dominic pulled out of the car lot and onto the slick street. It was late here, and traffic was blessedly light. He could have just taken a cab from the airport but he liked the anonymity of driving oneself. He liked the freedom of relying only upon yourself as well. Something about that appealed to him. So he'd rented a car to drive from the airport to the hotel. The clerk that had rented the car to him had given him good directions, he was fairly certain that he could find the hotel without a problem. So he drove, and thought.
The funny thing about wanting to be home was that nowhere seemed to be home until he left it. While he lived at a place, it seemed like he was just visiting there, and he wished he was back at one of the places he had lived before. Once he left that place, he realized that it had been home too, just not until it was no longer available to him.
It was confusing. No matter where he was, it wasn't home. Until he left, and then he wanted to be back there. Come to think of it, it was more irritating then it was confusing.
Dom turned the heater back on, fairly certain that the car had been running long enough to be warmed up. Blessedly hot air hit him in the face this time, and he sighed with the feel of it. February in Detroit. He wondered how people lived here year-round. The weather was nasty, and it was so damn cold. He'd been on his way back out to LA after staying with his family for a bit. There had been a slight layover in Detroit, but during the layover the weather had turned to shit, and his flight had been canceled. He'd been exhausted from the trip, and rather then waiting for a flight to open up, he opted to go stay at a hotel for the night and try again tomorrow.
He took a left at the next intersection, but hadn't slowed down nearly enough. The rear end of his car fishtailed, and he clenched the steering wheel in hopes of regaining some amount of control. The car righted itself and he breathed a sigh of relief. He also slowed down. Damn weather, he thought sullenly, damn everything. Long flights by himself always put him in a bad mood. Long flights delayed due to ice storms just annoyed him further. It hadn't helped that he'd had to venture through the storm to find the car he'd rented. He hadn't bothered to think about how horrid the roads would be at that point. He was sure as hell thinking about it now, and he was beginning to wish he'd taken a damn cab.
Just as he thought that, the hotel came into view. "Thank Christ," he muttered to himself, as he pulled into the lot. He parked as close to the building as was possible and made a mad dash from the car to the entrance of the hotel. It was pointless though, as he was still sopping wet from the first trip through the storm.
He walked up to the front desk, sneakers squelching on the linoleum floor. The night manager gave him an annoyed look as Dom dripped all over the desk and floor.
"Sorry," he said, trying to work up a smile for the young man. "I just need a room for the night. Maybe two nights, if the weather doesn't clear up tomorrow."
~~
Dominic threw his bags on the floor by the bed. He would have simply collapsed on top of the mattress right then and there, had he not still been soaked to the bone. Wet sheets did not appeal. He decided a hot shower was called for first.
When he got out of the bathroom, feeling somewhat more normal if not any happier, he went directly to the phone. He was so tired that he wasn't even sure who he'd called until they answered.
"'Lo?"
"Billy..." Dominic sighed thankfully at his friends voice.
"Dom? Hey! You in LA already?" Billy sounded so happy that Dominic automatically began to cheer up a bit.
"No, not yet. Flight got cancelled during my layover. I'm stuck in Detroit for the night. The weather here sucks." Dom lay down on the bed, pressing the phone to his ear as if it would make him nearer to his friend.
"That sucks, sorry. So what's going on?"
"Oh, nothing really. I was just..." Dom paused a moment. He was what? Homesick? Lonely? Why had he called Billy? "I just needed to hear a friendly voice." He amended.
"Understandable, must've been a rough trip. You sure you're okay?" Billy sounded honestly worried, and Dom was thankful for it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, really. A little stressed out is all. How are you?"
They talked for about a half an hour before Billy said he had to get going. As Dom hung up the phone he realized something. He hadn't felt so homesick when speaking to his friend. He was in a strange city, in a strange hotel room, but he hadn't felt quite so homesick. As much as he wanted to sleep, he wanted to figure this out more, so he reasoned it out. It wasn't just Billy. Billy hadn't been in every place he'd lived before, but a lot of those places had felt like home to him. Was it the friendship? No, that couldn't be entirely right. If that had been true, then New Zealand would have felt like home while he was there with Bills, but it hadn't felt like home until he wasn't there anymore. The situation then? Now that felt closer to the truth. But why then, did he not think of a place as home until he left each situation behind?
Dominic stood up with a groan and walked over to the large window. Everything was sparkling with ice, and it had finally started to actually snow. It was quite pretty, he thought, so long as you're not driving in it. He leaned his forehead against the glass and watched his breath fog on it's surface. The fog faded away almost as soon as he pulled back.
Everything was fleeting. Nothing seemed to last long enough. Was that what he was craving? A sense of permanence that didn't exist here and now? Is that what he meant when he said he wanted to go home? But if that was true, then why didn't his place at the time ever feel like home! He overcame the urge to hit something, like a brick wall, and flopped back onto the bed. He wished he could call Billy back up. Wished that Billy was here now to make stupid faces at him and cheer him up. Instead, he rolled over on his side and went to sleep, confused and exhausted. Outside, the snow continued to fall silently on the city that wasn't home.
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Ended up writing more, it became a three part series, both parts should be up shortly ;)
--Misto
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Hehe, yeah, it was trying so hard to be all angsty, then I wrote parts two and three... *giggles* Ah, well, perhaps I was angsted out.
--Misto
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It actually did turn into a 3 part series. Craziness. But very cool at the same time ;)
--Misto
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Permission to yell GIMME whilst rudely stamping feet, hobbit style?!
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*hugsclingspurrslicks* thanks for posting! It's really good.
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Evil, I tell you, EVIL!
;)
Love you Eb, but you're evil.
*bats you upside the head* 15 part series *snort* Whadda you think, I'm just made of time? *giggles*
--Misto
*double licks*
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*smirks* you say "you're EVIL!" like you're surprised! *shakes head* sillydork.
hey! ow! *rubs head* hmph. you could do it. if you wanted to. *sulks*
*triple licks back*
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Good work :)
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And thankyou =)
--Misto