Chotee

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So, even though I tried writing more in the other story...Musey decided something different was better and so, I have this. Don't worry...eventually I'll get back to the other one.

Title: Chotee
Author: loadedsixstring
Pairing: Monaboyd
Rating: PG, since it’s quite likely I’d just muck it up if I tried writing smut ;o)
Summary: Happy, happy, joy, joy! Then…not happy. That’s bad, yo.
Warnings: Um, might be a little too icky sweet for some people to digest.
Disclaimer: It’s as true as the fact that I’m banging Elijah every night.
Feedback: I would beg and plead and shower you with cookies and cotton candy.
A/N: I have to give full credit to puddle_took, for it was the story “Not Like That”, that inspired me to try the opposite. Because much as I love the fact that Dom is always the one to fall in love first, I really wanted to see the other side. (I’m sure someone has already done this, many times, I just haven’t come across it yet. Give me time. I’ll find it.)



“Hullo, Bill.” Dom grinned and slung an arm affectionately across Billy’s shoulders.

“Hullo, Peaches.” Billy grinned back and slipped his own arm around Dom’s waist.

Dom rolled his eyes at the pet name. That just made Billy grin more. Billy knew it annoyed him, but that certainly wasn’t going to stop him from using it whenever he got the chance. Was it his fault that peaches were the only thing Dom would eat when he was drunk?

That was just one of the things that Billy loved about him. Because, yes, he could admit it now; he loved Dom. He loved how the younger man still told toilet jokes and giggled like a ten year old, even when everyone else just shook their heads. He loved the cheeky monkey grin and the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed. He loved Dom’s childish exuberance, and how if he was given the chance, he’d still scurry up a tree and sit there for hours. Just being around him, made Billy feel younger. Not that he was so much older in the first place, only eight years. He loved how affectionate he was, it made it easier to touch him back without making things strange between them. He loved how Dom never thought things through and it often got him in trouble, like the time he and Elijah had gotten drunk and pissed in the fountain in Wellington. He especially loved the deep, rumbling, growling sounds that Dom made first thing in the morning if someone tried to engage him in conversation before he’d had his tea. Sean had still made that mistake a few times, even when they got close to the end of principal photography, some fifteen months down the line.

Dom took his arm off Billy’s shoulders and slipped it around his waist instead. Unconsciously, Billy pulled Dom closer to him, who didn’t seem to notice. He leaned his head on Billy’s shoulder and sighed contentedly, a dreamy smile on his lips.

“Thinkin’ happy thoughts, are we?” Billy asked, his heart suddenly beating faster. He’d never seen Dom look so happy before.

“Yeah, s’pose I am. But it’s more a feelin’, than just thoughts, though.” Dom’s voice seemed faraway and quiet.

“Well, out with it then, Monaghan.” Billy’s calm tone betrayed the chaos of emotions bubbling under the surface.

“I think I’m in love, Bills,” Dom whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Billy smiled knowingly, “Kinda goofy and stupid, can’t think straight when they’re around and you just wanna touch ‘em all the time?”

“Yeah, like that.”

Billy barely heard him. His heart swelled in his chest and he thought he might explode. Or implode. Or spontaneously combust. Or rattle on like a brainless ninny, thinking thoughts that most likely weren’t true in the first place. There was no reason to get all worked up over this. Dom hadn’t mentioned any specifics, yet. No name, nothing. Why couldn’t he just be sensible for a moment? Oh, that’s right. Because Dom drove him bonkers; completely and utterly coo-coo bananas. His brain was a useless pile of mush whenever Dom was close by.

“You gonna tell me more, or do I have to guess?” Billy teased, raising his shoulder slightly.

Dom lifted his head up and looked Billy in the eye, “Mmmm. Wee little thing, but feisty. Got quite a temper, sometimes. Wickedly funny and the brightest green eyes this side of Ireland.”

Billy laughed at the choice of countries, “Go on.”

“Loves to sing and plays the piano.”

Well, that didn’t sound right. Billy played the guitar, not the piano. He started to get a cold spot in the pit of his stomach.

“Smarter than anyone I know, but kinda has to be, seeing as she’s a teacher and all. English professor, over at UCLA. Funny thing, never really cared much for red hair before…but like I said, Irish and all. Her name is Katherine.”

Billy blinked and shook his head slightly.

“Smarter than anyone I know, but kinda has to be, seeing as she’s a teacher…blah blah blah…”

Billy didn’t hear a word after “she’s a teacher”. His heart felt like it was in his stomach and his stomach felt like it was in his toes. She. As in, not him. He nodded and smiled as Dom kept talking, but each new word felt like glass shards ripping up his heart.


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“Chotee” is a song by Bif Naked (I *adore* her) and for some reason, I think of Billy/Dom when I hear it. Which makes *no* bloody sense, whatsoever. But there you go. And here are the lyrics, if you’re interested. And then you can really see that my brain is as fried as a scrambled egg. ;o)

I was just outta high school in my first band
I married my drummer. Our love was grand
I thought it was forever – til death do us part
Then he cheated on me and he broke my heart
(Chotee)
So young, so confused. What was I to do?
I’m so sorry, Chotee, but I couldn’t keep you.
I hope you can forgive me…
I hope you can forgive me.
Me and him were fighting on the road for two years
He never loved me, anyway. Still brings me to tears.
(Chotee)
He didn’t really want you – cause he didn’t want me
Didn’t wanna be a husband, didn’t wanna be a daddy
I hope you can forgive me…