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[goldenglitter.livejournal.com]

Title: doctor.
Author: goldenglitter
Website: aesthetic gods.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: This probably happened, but I still have to say it didn't.
Warning: Angst and a little bit of blood.
Also: I got the idea about Viggo getting violent from watching him talk about Dom spreading rumors about him on the Two Towers DVD. There may or may not be a companion Viggo/Dom fic to explain better, but don't hold your breath. I'm not fond of explaining myself.




You see him slink in, with his chin on his chest and his eyes glued to the carpet beneath his feat. His shoulders are sagging and you think you can see him limping, but you're not sure. He's sniffed tears back up into his nose at least four times in the last minute. He keeps touching his face, like he's trying to make sure he's still whole.

You'd be lying if you said your heart didn't sink a little.

He keeps wiping at his nose and turning his face so you can't see. He must have forgotten that you're not blind. And you're not stupid. You know him too well, and you know he's hurt. You already saw the black eye and the split lip and the tears that are still running down his face. You saw him walk through your door with that glossed over look in his eyes.

He turns a little more and walks into the bathroom, but he doesn't shut the door. This is Dom's way of telling you that he wants to talk, but he doesn't want to do the talking. You follow him and watch him sit down on the slippery edge of the bathtub. You can smell the whiskey on him from across the room. It burns your nose and kind of makes you want to throw up, but you hold it all in.

You sit down on the toilet and just stare at him. You would just ask him, but you're sure it'd just turn into a game of riddles. He'd try to make you guess what happened to him, and that's just a fucking waste of your time. Right now, you can't say that you're mad at him. But you feel something close to it. Like a shadow of anger that's just starting to rise in the back of your mind.

You wish he'd just tell you.

"It was Viggo." he says. Not looking up. You watch a tear slide down his cheek. It travels over his broken lip and picks up a little bit of his blood. It drops off his chin onto the floor and you see the white tile, stained with one pink droplet. You're confused. The Viggo you know wouldn't do that. Not to Dom. Not to your Dom.

"I don't know what happened, Billy." he chokes. You bite at the inside of your lip and look back up at him. Into his eyes that are so full of tears. "It was just all of a sudden, you know. We were having a good drink and a laugh, and for whatever reason he went crazy. I don't remember what I said, but it must have been something."

You believe him, but you don't feel angry. You don't hate Viggo. You don't blame Dom. You're not going crazy because the boy you love got his lip split open. You really don't feel anything except sorry. Sorry for Dom who looks so pathetic amongst all the white, white porcelain.

You think now is the time to fix him up.

You get up and take his hand, pulling him out into the kitchen behind you. You turn on warm water in the sink and get the corner of a paper towel wet. He presses his back against the cabinets and slides to the floor.

You sit next to him on the floor and you hold his hand. He looks at you like the saddest little kid. It makes your heart drop more. It kinds of makes you want to cry with him. Instead you dab at his lip with the paper towel. He winces every time you make contact. Even more when you drop the towel and press your fingertips against the cut. The blood is all gone now.

You lean in to kiss him, but just before he whimpers quietly. It makes you stop just for another second. To look into his eyes again. To see those tears that make you want to kiss him more than anything. You don't know what it is about him looking sad that makes him look good, but you kind of like it.

You wish he'd be broken more often, just so you can fix him.

Comments

[lux--aeterna.livejournal.com]

hmm. it is an interesting concept, to see dom like this. i mean, he is attention-loving and a huge drama queen-- it's easy to see it extending to this level, though i'd never really thought about it before.

*nods* interesting. yes. and very well written.

[piratesorka.livejournal.com]

You are right, it is an interesting concept....but then I also remember that one of Dom's favorite movies is FIGHT CLUB. There is just a underlying current beneath Dom that suggests he can be a scrapper..

On the other hand...I love the wounded vulnerable little boy this fic suggests.

[el-erzulie.livejournal.com]

I can't up both of your reviews. I'm too tired at the moment and you're both so right! I do wish this had been longer but, then again, it was long enough to say what it had to. I loved how you wrote Dom, it was an interesting change but didn't seem wrong either.

[-makeshift.livejournal.com]

This is Dom's way of telling you that he wants to talk, but he doesn't want to do the talking.

That's such a perfect, true description. I love angsty young!Dom, and Billy really acting like he's the older one.

<3

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Wow, this fic really got to me! I can actually relate to Billy in this fic. Perhaps it's the angst/pain-loving fangirl in me, but I do feel a pang of guilt for putting our boys through so much shit just to see them be affectionate towards each other, ;)

Wonderful fic!!

[goldenglitter.livejournal.com]

I might feel a little bit guilty...but, oh, it's worth it. <3

[domslover.livejournal.com]

oh, so bless worthy *gives dom a hug* infact *hugs u too for writing it*