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kitt.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 2nd, 2004 06:14 am)Title: Home (2/3)
Author: Mistoffelees
Pairing: Billy/Dom
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.
A/N: Parts 2 and 3 are for Eb, who handheld me through actually finishing a fic, for the first time in the history of the world. She's a wonder and a dream. She's also an evil, EVIL person, who feeds plot bunnies raw sugar.
Home : n.
1. An environment offering security and happiness.
2. A valued place regarded as a refuge of place of origin.
The heat was searing.
Dom closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to pretend that he wasn't boiling alive. He closed his eyes and thought about that day he woke up in a strange room, in a strange city, on the other side of the country. He was facing the window when he woke, and he opened his eyes to see a world covered in snow. Everywhere, glistening off every surface. It was beautiful. And it was...
...freezing! Dom reached down and grabbed the blankets, wrapping himself in them. God, why was it so fucking cold in here? Where was he anyway? Oh, right, Detroit. Plane delayed. He'd stayed the night at some random hotel. Some random hotel that obviously didn't have any heat!
Dominic got out of bed, careful to keep the blanket wrapped around himself for warmth, and tiptoed over to the thermostat. Even the carpet felt cold. Cripes. The thermostat appeared to be set to a generally acceptable temperature. So why did it feel like the antarctic in here? That was when he realized that everything was off, the clock, the bathroom light he perpetually kept on all night to avoid stubbed toes in unfamiliar territory, all of it was off. The power was off.
He swore.
He dressed in his warmest clothes, which turned out to be the nicest suit he'd packed. LA wasn't known for it's sub-zero temperatures, he was carrying mostly jeans and T-shirts in his bag. Thank whatever high powers existed that the commonly acceptable suit had long sleeves. He threw on his jacket and checked his watch. Ten in the morning. Well, if the planes were flying today, he'd certainly missed one... or four. He headed down to the front desk.
"Hey," He waved to get the day clerks attention, "Sorry to bug you, but do you know how long the power's been off?" The girl recognized him, he could see it in her eyes, but by some miracle she was too polite to say anything.
"It went out about a quarter past four this morning sir. DTE says that it should be back on within another couple of hours. Phones will probably take a bit longer though." She smiled sweetly at him.
"The phones are out too?!"
She shrugged and did her best to smile at him. "Welcome to Michigan."
"Do you know if there are any outgoing flights right now?" He asked it so hopefully. Dom wanted to be back in LA, where the weather was sane, and warm.
She shook her head apologetically, "Sorry sir, but there hasn't been anything incoming or outgoing all morning. We just had another guy check in about fifteen minutes ago, he let us know. They'll probably have the runways cleared up pretty soon now that the snow's stopped. But even then it'll be pretty well packed down there, what with all the canceled flights last night."
Dominic nodded and thanked her, told her he'd be staying one more night, and headed back up to his room. He dug through his bags on the floor and pulled out his cell phone. It was out of area. Naturally, he thought. As he lifted it above the bed it beeped at him as it came back into area.
"The cutoff area for Verizon in Detroit is bed level... right." He snickered to himself and dialed up Lijah's cell number.
"It's off, don't I suck, leave a message!"
Damn it, the man never has his phone on! Dominic just stopped himself from leaving a rather annoyed message on Elijah's phone. "Hey, I'm stuck in Detroit. I think Hell's froze over or something. Looks like it might be a bit before I'm back in town. Talk to you later."
Now what? He didn't know anybody in Detroit. He'd never done more then fly through this city. He had a car, but he wasn't all that eager to try driving on roads covered in God knew how much snow and ice.
Just then his stomach rumbled. "Food, right." Talking to himself was never a good sign he decided. He quickly changed into jeans that he wouldn't mind getting wet, but left the long sleeve suit and jacket on. His coat was barely more then a windbreaker, but it would have to do. He nodded at the clerk again on the way out, and stepped into the fresh air.
It was pretty out, he had to admit that. A giant plow truck rumbled past him, scraping the fresh snow into a rather unpleasant looking brown mixture. Maybe not so pretty. He picked a direction at random and shuffled through the nearly knee deep snow, hands stuck deep in his pockets. The wind was cold, but the sun was out. It offered very little comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
He felt like he'd been trudging through the snow for hours by the time he reached the end of the block. When he finally reached an open restaurant, he'd decided that snow wasn't pretty. No, not pretty at all. In fact, he was pretty sure it was the ugliest, nastiest, most vile substance on the face of the planet. With the possible exception of cheap tequila.
He'd walked into the restaurant and seated himself at the counter before it hit him. When the waitress came over to take his drink order, he blurted out the obvious and confusing statement. "You have power."
The waitress blinked at him for a moment. "Yeah hun. The cut off line for the area that's been out all night is the last block. We never lost it."
Dominic decided he hated the snow even more.
"Can I get you something to drink hun?"
"Coffee thank you." He smiled at her. No use being annoyed with the people. They had to put up with this devil-powder more then he did. He was just an inconvenienced tourist here.
As Dominic was working his way through toast and his second cup of coffee, his phone rang. "'Lo?"
Static.
"Hello?"
More static. It was like snow in audio format. He felt the distinct urge to growl.
He shifted his head a bit to the right and suddenly her heard a familiar voice, "Dommie? It's Bill! Hello?"
Dom sighed and tried to keep his head in the exact same position, "Heya Billy, sorry. Either this city is pretty arbitrary about it's cell phone signals, or snow repels them."
Billy gave an amused snort, "You're still in Detroit then?"
"Yeah, trapped in my own fucking nuclear winter."
Billy outright laughed at that, "That sucks. Listen, I hope you get out of there soon. I just found out I've got to go to LA for a bit, was wondering if I could stay with you in your flat for a bit. More comfortable then hotels and all."
Dominic perked up at this. A chance to spend time with Billy? That might be just what he needed to climb out of the melancholy homesickness that had been plaguing him since the day before. "When are you flying in? This week? Do you need a ride? You're more then welcome at my place man! I'll ski out of here if I have to..."
"Whoa, slow down!" Billy laughed again, "I'll be in next week, Tuesday. I'll just take a cab so you don't have to worry about it."
"Tuesday, that's great!" Dom was already mentally clearing his calendar.
"I'll see you then, okay?"
"Right." Dom was also smiling like an idiot.
"And hey, try not to get buried in the snow up there mate. See you next week."
Dominic felt like getting up and doing a dance when he hung up the phone. Billy was going to be in town. He didn't know for how long, but it didn't really matter. So long as he got to see his best friend for an hour he'd be happy. Now he just had to figure out how to get out of this northern hell they had the audacity to make a state.
~~
"Dom? Dominic!"
Dom rolled over to see who was calling his name and instantly regretted it as the sun-baked sand burned him. "Ow, damn it! What?" He called out rather peevishly, shielding his eyes from the sun to look up at his companion.
Billy gazed down at him, smirking at his friends discomfort. "Don't do that, it hurts."
"Don't be an ass." Dom sniped back, smiling to soften the words.
"What were you thinking about just now? You looked like you were about a thousand years away." Bill plopped himself down on the sand. The man was so pale you could practically see through him, but the heat of the sand, and the burning sun didn't seem to phase him at all. Dom decided he really hated Bill sometimes.
He sat up and looked out at the water. "I was thinking about being cold actually."
"Cold." Billy paused a moment then stood up and grabbed Dominic by the arm. "That's it, you've been out here too long. The sun has gotten to whatever it is in your head that passed for a brain at one point."
"No, you don't understand, I was thinking about last February," Dom let himself be pulled to his feet anyway, and led back toward the lot the car was parked in. He lost his train of thought once they climbed into the car, which was definitely even hotter then the damn sand.
Billy let out an ear-splitting screech as he sat down. "What in God's name possessed you to get a car with leather seats?!" He was holding himself above the seat of the car on his fingertips.
Dominic laughed outright, "I was thinking about how much I hated the cold actually. I got this car right after I came back from Detroit, remember."
Billy glared at him as he slowly let himself down onto the blistering cushion, "Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, I think you went completely MAD while I wasn't paying attention."
Dom looked like he was seriously considering this possibility for a moment. "You might be right, but I'm not telling. Want to go get a snow cone?"
Billy shrugged, "Okay, but what's with your sudden obsession with all things cold anyway?"
Dom started the car and pulled out of the lot with a grin on his face. "Just call it nostalgia."
Author: Mistoffelees
Pairing: Billy/Dom
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.
A/N: Parts 2 and 3 are for Eb, who handheld me through actually finishing a fic, for the first time in the history of the world. She's a wonder and a dream. She's also an evil, EVIL person, who feeds plot bunnies raw sugar.
Home : n.
1. An environment offering security and happiness.
2. A valued place regarded as a refuge of place of origin.
The heat was searing.
Dom closed his eyes and leaned back, trying to pretend that he wasn't boiling alive. He closed his eyes and thought about that day he woke up in a strange room, in a strange city, on the other side of the country. He was facing the window when he woke, and he opened his eyes to see a world covered in snow. Everywhere, glistening off every surface. It was beautiful. And it was...
...freezing! Dom reached down and grabbed the blankets, wrapping himself in them. God, why was it so fucking cold in here? Where was he anyway? Oh, right, Detroit. Plane delayed. He'd stayed the night at some random hotel. Some random hotel that obviously didn't have any heat!
Dominic got out of bed, careful to keep the blanket wrapped around himself for warmth, and tiptoed over to the thermostat. Even the carpet felt cold. Cripes. The thermostat appeared to be set to a generally acceptable temperature. So why did it feel like the antarctic in here? That was when he realized that everything was off, the clock, the bathroom light he perpetually kept on all night to avoid stubbed toes in unfamiliar territory, all of it was off. The power was off.
He swore.
He dressed in his warmest clothes, which turned out to be the nicest suit he'd packed. LA wasn't known for it's sub-zero temperatures, he was carrying mostly jeans and T-shirts in his bag. Thank whatever high powers existed that the commonly acceptable suit had long sleeves. He threw on his jacket and checked his watch. Ten in the morning. Well, if the planes were flying today, he'd certainly missed one... or four. He headed down to the front desk.
"Hey," He waved to get the day clerks attention, "Sorry to bug you, but do you know how long the power's been off?" The girl recognized him, he could see it in her eyes, but by some miracle she was too polite to say anything.
"It went out about a quarter past four this morning sir. DTE says that it should be back on within another couple of hours. Phones will probably take a bit longer though." She smiled sweetly at him.
"The phones are out too?!"
She shrugged and did her best to smile at him. "Welcome to Michigan."
"Do you know if there are any outgoing flights right now?" He asked it so hopefully. Dom wanted to be back in LA, where the weather was sane, and warm.
She shook her head apologetically, "Sorry sir, but there hasn't been anything incoming or outgoing all morning. We just had another guy check in about fifteen minutes ago, he let us know. They'll probably have the runways cleared up pretty soon now that the snow's stopped. But even then it'll be pretty well packed down there, what with all the canceled flights last night."
Dominic nodded and thanked her, told her he'd be staying one more night, and headed back up to his room. He dug through his bags on the floor and pulled out his cell phone. It was out of area. Naturally, he thought. As he lifted it above the bed it beeped at him as it came back into area.
"The cutoff area for Verizon in Detroit is bed level... right." He snickered to himself and dialed up Lijah's cell number.
"It's off, don't I suck, leave a message!"
Damn it, the man never has his phone on! Dominic just stopped himself from leaving a rather annoyed message on Elijah's phone. "Hey, I'm stuck in Detroit. I think Hell's froze over or something. Looks like it might be a bit before I'm back in town. Talk to you later."
Now what? He didn't know anybody in Detroit. He'd never done more then fly through this city. He had a car, but he wasn't all that eager to try driving on roads covered in God knew how much snow and ice.
Just then his stomach rumbled. "Food, right." Talking to himself was never a good sign he decided. He quickly changed into jeans that he wouldn't mind getting wet, but left the long sleeve suit and jacket on. His coat was barely more then a windbreaker, but it would have to do. He nodded at the clerk again on the way out, and stepped into the fresh air.
It was pretty out, he had to admit that. A giant plow truck rumbled past him, scraping the fresh snow into a rather unpleasant looking brown mixture. Maybe not so pretty. He picked a direction at random and shuffled through the nearly knee deep snow, hands stuck deep in his pockets. The wind was cold, but the sun was out. It offered very little comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
He felt like he'd been trudging through the snow for hours by the time he reached the end of the block. When he finally reached an open restaurant, he'd decided that snow wasn't pretty. No, not pretty at all. In fact, he was pretty sure it was the ugliest, nastiest, most vile substance on the face of the planet. With the possible exception of cheap tequila.
He'd walked into the restaurant and seated himself at the counter before it hit him. When the waitress came over to take his drink order, he blurted out the obvious and confusing statement. "You have power."
The waitress blinked at him for a moment. "Yeah hun. The cut off line for the area that's been out all night is the last block. We never lost it."
Dominic decided he hated the snow even more.
"Can I get you something to drink hun?"
"Coffee thank you." He smiled at her. No use being annoyed with the people. They had to put up with this devil-powder more then he did. He was just an inconvenienced tourist here.
As Dominic was working his way through toast and his second cup of coffee, his phone rang. "'Lo?"
Static.
"Hello?"
More static. It was like snow in audio format. He felt the distinct urge to growl.
He shifted his head a bit to the right and suddenly her heard a familiar voice, "Dommie? It's Bill! Hello?"
Dom sighed and tried to keep his head in the exact same position, "Heya Billy, sorry. Either this city is pretty arbitrary about it's cell phone signals, or snow repels them."
Billy gave an amused snort, "You're still in Detroit then?"
"Yeah, trapped in my own fucking nuclear winter."
Billy outright laughed at that, "That sucks. Listen, I hope you get out of there soon. I just found out I've got to go to LA for a bit, was wondering if I could stay with you in your flat for a bit. More comfortable then hotels and all."
Dominic perked up at this. A chance to spend time with Billy? That might be just what he needed to climb out of the melancholy homesickness that had been plaguing him since the day before. "When are you flying in? This week? Do you need a ride? You're more then welcome at my place man! I'll ski out of here if I have to..."
"Whoa, slow down!" Billy laughed again, "I'll be in next week, Tuesday. I'll just take a cab so you don't have to worry about it."
"Tuesday, that's great!" Dom was already mentally clearing his calendar.
"I'll see you then, okay?"
"Right." Dom was also smiling like an idiot.
"And hey, try not to get buried in the snow up there mate. See you next week."
Dominic felt like getting up and doing a dance when he hung up the phone. Billy was going to be in town. He didn't know for how long, but it didn't really matter. So long as he got to see his best friend for an hour he'd be happy. Now he just had to figure out how to get out of this northern hell they had the audacity to make a state.
~~
"Dom? Dominic!"
Dom rolled over to see who was calling his name and instantly regretted it as the sun-baked sand burned him. "Ow, damn it! What?" He called out rather peevishly, shielding his eyes from the sun to look up at his companion.
Billy gazed down at him, smirking at his friends discomfort. "Don't do that, it hurts."
"Don't be an ass." Dom sniped back, smiling to soften the words.
"What were you thinking about just now? You looked like you were about a thousand years away." Bill plopped himself down on the sand. The man was so pale you could practically see through him, but the heat of the sand, and the burning sun didn't seem to phase him at all. Dom decided he really hated Bill sometimes.
He sat up and looked out at the water. "I was thinking about being cold actually."
"Cold." Billy paused a moment then stood up and grabbed Dominic by the arm. "That's it, you've been out here too long. The sun has gotten to whatever it is in your head that passed for a brain at one point."
"No, you don't understand, I was thinking about last February," Dom let himself be pulled to his feet anyway, and led back toward the lot the car was parked in. He lost his train of thought once they climbed into the car, which was definitely even hotter then the damn sand.
Billy let out an ear-splitting screech as he sat down. "What in God's name possessed you to get a car with leather seats?!" He was holding himself above the seat of the car on his fingertips.
Dominic laughed outright, "I was thinking about how much I hated the cold actually. I got this car right after I came back from Detroit, remember."
Billy glared at him as he slowly let himself down onto the blistering cushion, "Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, I think you went completely MAD while I wasn't paying attention."
Dom looked like he was seriously considering this possibility for a moment. "You might be right, but I'm not telling. Want to go get a snow cone?"
Billy shrugged, "Okay, but what's with your sudden obsession with all things cold anyway?"
Dom started the car and pulled out of the lot with a grin on his face. "Just call it nostalgia."
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