Write it in a letter (pt15)

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TITLE: Write it in a letter (pt15)
AUTHOR:trash_puppet
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: It all started with a letter.....
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and am not going to kid myself
A/N: A lot of you probably cant remember what happened so:

Other parts are here

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When Dom returned to Billy’s bedroom with a pile of ham sandwiches (the ham being the only thing in Billy’s fridge not spoiled and the bread having been stored in the freezer), his friend was propped up against the headboard with his knees tucked up to his chest. He was flexing and pointing his toes and watching them as if they were the most entertaining thing he had ever seen. The simplicity that oozed from Billy’s form reminded Dom so very much of Pippin that he felt it was only right to look after him as only Merry ever could.

The notepad he had previously written on was sitting beside Billy, the pen lying idle in the centre of the page. Dumping the plate on the bedside table and grabbing a sandwich off the top of the pile, Dom picked up the pad and pen before moving so he was sitting at the opposite end of the bed to Billy.

His stormy gray eyes scanned the page quickly, taking in Billy’s crooked handwriting and obvious dismay. Reaching out, he grabbed the black biro and brought it back to the page. It had always been like this, for Dom; he always knew what he wanted to say, but could never get it down on paper.



He dropped the pen to the paper and shoved them both in Billy's general direction. Pushing himself up off the bed he moved to leave the room as the meagre contents of his stomach made a move.

Now to play the waiting game, Dom thought, mournfully, as he headed for the bathroom leaving Billy to write what he saw fit.