Just Incase

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Title: Just Incase
Author: dylan_dufresne
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Dom sends Billy a gift.
Feedback: Would be appreciated, but unbeta'd so please forgive my errors.
Disclaimer: Sadly, not at all true in reality. This is why fantasy is so popular.
A/N: This plot bunny hopped all over my brain today, so I had to write it down. Hope you like it.


So I thirst for the water
I find myself wanting now

So I'm-

Unable to suppress a groan of frustration, Billy stabs at the stereo with his finger to silence the music. The silence, however, is almost worse as it allows him to think. Lately, Billy has been thinking too much.


When the package had arrived from Hawaii, addressed in black Sharpie, of course, Billy had smiled.

Dom.

Inside the padded envelope was a cd, simply titled, Dom’s tunes for Billy.

Having spent so much time together in New Zealand, Billy was all too familiar with Dom’s ever changing tastes in music. It was with trepidation that he loaded the disc into his cd player with one hand, dialing Dom on his cell phone with the other.

Dom’s explanation was simple, yet oddly vague.

“Just some music I’ve been listening to lately,” he’d said. “Thought you might like it, too.”

Then Dom had hurriedly said goodbye and rung off, as he was on the LOST set, working. He sounded tired, but happy. The show was a hit, and Billy had even managed to see all of the episodes, thanks to Astin’s geek factor of burning them to a dvd off the tv and posting them to Scotland.

Smiling, Billy turned up the volume on the stereo and sat on his slightly sagging, well-loved couch to listen.


That was two, very long weeks ago.

Since then, the cd has played almost continually, from early in the morning when Billy makes his tea and porridge, to late at night when he brushes his teeth before crawling into bed.

Everyday you're on my mind
Pain is feeling passing time

The music stays with him as he sleeps and as the days pass, certain songs become embedded in his brain like concrete, refusing to give him a moments peace.

He can’t remember the name of band, but knows Dom heard them for the first time in New Zealand. They were popular in Australia.

But if she found out about us she would die
And if I have to live without you so would I

He can’t explain why he hasn’t told Dom that he and Ali are having problems. That they are spending more and more time apart. The song playing in his head reminds him of the last time he’d seen Dom, and how difficult it was to say goodbye. Dom had been unable to hide the hurt and sadness, but he stubbornly refused to beg Billy to stay - at least out loud. His stormy, blue-grey eyes spoke volumes as he’d hugged Billy so tight he’d almost cracked his ribs. How Dom had ducked his head to hide his tears as he’d turned away at the security checkpoint.

When he closes his eyes, Billy can see that look like it was yesterday, instead of nearly two months ago.

So I thirst for the water
I find myself wanting now

Needing an escape, Billy flees from his house and ends up at his favorite pub, nursing a glass of whiskey. The color reminds him of Dom’s hair. Not the top layer bleached by the sun, but the darker blonde beneath. Like the hair that brushes the nape of his neck.

Not that Billy would ever admit to Dom that he’d noticed such things. Just like he wouldn’t admit to himself that the overcast skies of Scotland match the color of Dom’s eyes.

Hearts are never made of stone
Pain will cut you to the bone

The heartbreak and agony that Dom brings to Charlie Pace nearly breaks Billy’s heart in two. Sure, he knows that Dom is a great actor, but can’t help wonder if it’s really all an act. He remembers those long months in New Zealand, when Dom had been homesick from time to time, and how he’d tried to hide it from everyone. Even then, Billy had been able to read him and had found ways to cheer Dom up. Like a Monty Python marathon.

But I know that holding you is all so wrong
So tonight's the last we'll ever be alone

He remembers how Dom had held onto him so tight, that last night in Hawaii. How they’d ended up in Dom’s bed, heads sharing a pillow. It had taken everything in Billy not to close the distance and wrap his arms around Dom, and cuddle him close.

So I thirst for the water
I find myself wanting now

It’s raining when Billy stumbles home and strips off his wet clothes as he weaves down the hall to his bedroom. Almost bonelessly he drops onto the mattress, naked, and buries his face in his pillow, wishing that it smelled like the beach in Hawaii instead of fabric softener.

The memory of Dom’s soft skin, and the dimples just above the curve of his arse torment Billy as he tries to sleep. He dreams of kissing him, tasting him, touching him, loving him.

So I'm running away to you
I cannot escape you

Margaret is surprised when Billy calls early the next morning, asking her to look after his house. There’s something he needs to do and no, it can’t wait.

Not one more day.

To feel your touch
The faith you prove
I'm running away to you

The flight to LA is long and crowded, but Billy doesn’t notice. Actually, he does, but he just doesn’t care. He merely changes the batteries in his discman and starts the cd over again.

While waiting to change planes at LAX he’s tempted to call Dom, but doesn’t. Mainly because he’s afraid of losing his nerve. Considers calling Lij or Astin, but decides against it. This isn’t about hobbits. This is about him and Dom.

The sun is setting when Billy’s plane lands in Hawaii. Not wanting to wait for a rental car he hops in a cab at the curb. The miles pass too slow, and Billy’s leg bounces restlessly as he stares out the window. The breeze is warm on his face, reminding him of Dom’s breathing when he’s doing yoga. It’s only when the car pulls to a stop in front of Dom’s house on the beach that the butterflies explode in his belly.

Turn around, fill my eyes with you
All senses to commit
Till every thing's all right

Hesitantly, Billy rings the bell and waits. And waits. Rings the bell again. Searches the potted plants around the doorstep until he finds the spare key.

The house smells like Dom, and Billy breathes deep. Dropping his bag by the couch in the living room, he kicks off his socks and shoes and pads barefoot over to the large patio doors. The view is incredible. Pushing open the glass door, Billy inhales the smell of the ocean and is amazed at how different it smells from Scotland’s shores.

At the sound of the front door slamming shut, Billy turns and waits. Dom seems to sense him before they actually lay eyes on one another and can’t quite hide the shock in his eyes.

He’s tired and a bit sore, but when his eyes find Billy, he smiles that dazzling smile, and the rest just fades away.

So I'm running away to you
I cannot escape you

They move slowly, almost cautiously, rather like approaching a wild animal.

“What are you doing here?” Dom asks softly, too scared to hope.

Wordlessly Billy opens his discman and shows Dom the cd.

“You came all this way for that?”

“No,” Billy replies, threading their fingers together before pulling Dom into his arms. “I came for you.”

Dom can’t breathe when Billy closes the last inches between them to capture his lips.

To feel your touch
The faith you prove
I'm running away to you

Hours later, sleepy and sated, Dom runs his fingers through Billy’s already thoroughly mussed hair, causing it to stand up all over. His other hand trails down Billy’s side to rest on a naked hip.

“So which song was it that made you come here?” he asks.

“Does it matter?” Billy asks, arching an eyebrow.

Dom shrugs. “Just incase you need a reminder in the future.”

“I’ll never forget what I almost missed out on, Dommie,” Billy vows solemnly. “I promise.”

Snuggling into Billy’s arms, Dom nuzzles his lover’s scruffy cheek with his nose and kisses him.

“Good.”

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Part 2