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holycitygirl.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 23rd, 2005 05:11 pm)Title: Two more chances
Disclaimer: Still real people who do not do the things I wish they would.
Pairing: Dom/Billy except they are still Dom, Billy in this fic.
Summary: So they aren't a couple. But does that mean they don't want to be? A mirrored/thought fic.
Warning: UST. It begs for a third part. But there is no third part. Not today.
A/N: My second effort. I have a few ficlets that I'm trying not to abandon. But this popped into my head Friday. Hope it is postable.
Credit: Fic title from U2's Even Better Than The Real Thing - fic inspired by the lyrics
My heart is where it's always been,
My head is somewhere in between
Dom thinks resolutely, "I can’t call."
He’s lied too long to tell the truth now. He’s too attached anyway. Losing Billy now would kill Dom, and while he’s taken a lot of chances in his life (made too many dumb gambles to ever be called cautious) this is not a risk he’s willing to take.
So Dom doesn’t call.
He sits on his couch while the Hawaii sun sets and makes a conscious effort NOT to call. And when nervous energy becomes too much and begins to bubble like a pot of Billy’s tea water inside him, Dom stands up and starts to pace.
He won’t call.
"It’s too late for confessions." Dom thinks out loud. It’s been what -seven years? Eight? If it hasn’t by now, it’s never going to happen.
But in his mind Dom’s already punching the button (Speed Dial # 1). He can see Billy answering; almost hear the awkward silence that would inevitably follow any truth Dom could offer. So he doubles back, heading decidedly away from his cell phone. He walks to the stereo instead.
Almost his entire Beatles collection is in the twenty disc changer, and Dom doesn’t even want to know the odds that the random function would pick Long and Winding road. Paul McCartney’s voice fills the room, telling Dom how useless it is to resist.
He has to call.
Dom loves Billy. At the end of the day that is always where he ends up. He really thought he was over it this time (moving on, dating) but all it took was one call to prove him wrong.
Astin left a message this morning. It’s blinking on his machine right now, unerased. That safety bastard always forgets the time difference and either ignores or deliberately calls when Dom’s sleeping late on Sunday morning. The bugger took up half the tape rambling.
Good morning Mr. Monaghan. Just got back from an impromptu visit to Mr. Boyd.... Billy’s a wonderful actor but I don’t think he’s handling the break up well. Anyway just thought you should know- you are probably already aware.... So yeah, call him. Don’t call me. (I say confidant that you won’t)..Aside - I do enjoy how you tell Rolling Stone "We’ve lost touch" as if that is all of our choice, you are the one who doesn’t return calls... Anyway - still tivo’ing the show. So proud. Love ya. Talk to you next Orc Day... oh and it’s SEAN.
Dom wishes Astin hadn’t called.
Dom’s hidden this too long. He’s pretended to want just BFF for so long he was even starting to buy it. He can’t call now. He can’t be happy Billy is single again. He can’t call because he IS happy Billy is single again.
Dom wishes he had stayed in bed. Astin’s call is doubly disturbing, awaking dormant emotions and creating new ones.
Why hadn’t Billy told him?
They talked not two days ago. If Billy’s lying to him maybe their friendship isn’t as good as he thinks. Lying is Dom’s thing, and if both of them are keeping secrets what does he really have to lose?
The phone is in Dom’s hand before that last question has finished formulating. He’s pushing # 1 and listening impatiently to the consistent ring.
One -two- three
When Dom gets the voice mail he hangs up without leaving a message. He calls Billy’s house number (Speed Dial #2) before new thoughts and better sense can prevent him.
One - two - three - four
It rings enough for Dom to brace himself for Ali’s inevitable answering machine message (the reason Dom rarely uses this number, and why it was almost Speed Dial #8). But on the twelfth ring Billy’s Scottish lilt makes Dom’s heart skip, imploring friends and family to leave their message at the beep.
Billy hates technology, avoids it like the plague. That fact makes Dom wonder just how long it’s been since Ali left.
Dom’s wanted Billy so long, since the day they met (or the moment). He’s known Billy so long Dom wonders when exactly he stopped paying attention. When did Billy start being able to hide things from him?
It’s too much, and suddenly the walls seem to be closing in. He’s got to get out of here.
"I shouldn’t have called." Dom thinks to himself regretfully as he opens the door.
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"I have to go." Billy decides after weeks of deliberating.
He wants to tell Dom the truth. He’s tired of lying. But Billy is by nature a cautious man, and the thought of losing Dom is more than a little frightening. If he’s going to do this, he has to do it right. He has to make sure that Dom understands how he feels.
So Billy buys a plane ticket.
He packs a bag (light enough to not seem presumptuous) and arranges for a cab to the airport. Billy doesn’t allow himself to have second thoughts. He ignores the jittery feeling, the one that makes him feel like he’s consumed one of Dom’s caffeine laden Energy drinks, and forces himself to keep moving forward.
He’s got to see Dom.
"It’s time to get this out in the open." Billy thinks resolutely. He’s known Dom for almost a decade. He feels incredibly stupid that it’s taken him this long.
Billy worries that he will lose his nerve. In his mind’s eye he can already see the whole thing going wrong. Dom answering the door to his flat, surprised but not pleased, some girl in his bed, padding out to greet the unwelcome visitor in nothing but Dom’s shirt and a smile.
The guy sitting beside Billy in First class is blubbering about losing his girlfriend. It's just his luck to end up next to a "talker". He had wanted time to think. But the guy's almost crying because the girl cheated on him with his best friend. Pity overcomes annoyance as Billy's chief emotion when he realizes that very soon he could be just as alone.
Maybe he shouldn’t go.
Billy loves Dom. He’s been denying that for so long. Maybe it’s too late. Something tells Billy, he’s too late.
It’s a voice in his head that sounds remarkably like Astin. Astin who told him just last week about that Evy woman, that girl with no hips who Astin says Dom is "happy as hell with."
Really Billy you should see him. When Chris and I were in Hawaii last month we met for brunch and a double date. He’s positively beaming. And after what he said in Rolling Stone - I’m so glad he’s happy again. Aren’t you? I can’t believe none of us knew he was depressed. But I guess you did - you had to - You guys are so close. You are the only ones who still are.
He wishes Astin had never come to visit.
Billy needs to come clean. They have been best friends forever. But now that he’s single (and Billy’s too selfish to care that Dom might not be) he has to try for something more. Now that he’s figured out what he wants (come clean with himself) he has to try and take it.
Billy can’t just stick his head in the sand. These emotions are too strong.
Billy’s been thinking this through for two months, trying to process what’s been there all along. He’s been revisiting his lifelong plan, hoping maybe it’s time for an extended vacation.
Dom called day before yesterday. Billy wanted to tell him then, about this, about Ali. But he waited. Face to face, is more Dom and Billy’s style.
The plane lands without a hitch and Billy breathes a sigh of relief at the same time his anxiety doubles.
Inhale - exhale
Billy has to deal with this. He has to be ready for whatever way Dom reacts.
Inhale - exhale - inhale - exhale
Ali left a month and a half ago, a mutual decision that Billy knows his actions caused. He may have been a little too bothered by the pictures of Dom and Evangeline at the Golden Globes. He may have obsessed a little too much over that article Astin clipped out of Rolling Stone.
Dom never told him how bad things were. It’s strange and disturbing that Dom told a total stranger first.
How did Billy miss that? He may have just figured out that he’s lusting after his best friend but he’s cared about Dom too long to not have noticed. He’s loved Dom since the very beginning, an instant connection he never dissected but always enjoyed, there is no excuse. He feels that connection slipping now, with the distance and the secrets. He plans on fixing that.
When the cab pulls up in front of Dom’s new home Billy’s bridged the former. Now he just has to eliminate the latter.
"I had to come." Billy tells Dom when he opens the door.
Disclaimer: Still real people who do not do the things I wish they would.
Pairing: Dom/Billy except they are still Dom, Billy in this fic.
Summary: So they aren't a couple. But does that mean they don't want to be? A mirrored/thought fic.
Warning: UST. It begs for a third part. But there is no third part. Not today.
A/N: My second effort. I have a few ficlets that I'm trying not to abandon. But this popped into my head Friday. Hope it is postable.
Credit: Fic title from U2's Even Better Than The Real Thing - fic inspired by the lyrics
My heart is where it's always been,
My head is somewhere in between
Dom thinks resolutely, "I can’t call."
He’s lied too long to tell the truth now. He’s too attached anyway. Losing Billy now would kill Dom, and while he’s taken a lot of chances in his life (made too many dumb gambles to ever be called cautious) this is not a risk he’s willing to take.
So Dom doesn’t call.
He sits on his couch while the Hawaii sun sets and makes a conscious effort NOT to call. And when nervous energy becomes too much and begins to bubble like a pot of Billy’s tea water inside him, Dom stands up and starts to pace.
He won’t call.
"It’s too late for confessions." Dom thinks out loud. It’s been what -seven years? Eight? If it hasn’t by now, it’s never going to happen.
But in his mind Dom’s already punching the button (Speed Dial # 1). He can see Billy answering; almost hear the awkward silence that would inevitably follow any truth Dom could offer. So he doubles back, heading decidedly away from his cell phone. He walks to the stereo instead.
Almost his entire Beatles collection is in the twenty disc changer, and Dom doesn’t even want to know the odds that the random function would pick Long and Winding road. Paul McCartney’s voice fills the room, telling Dom how useless it is to resist.
He has to call.
Dom loves Billy. At the end of the day that is always where he ends up. He really thought he was over it this time (moving on, dating) but all it took was one call to prove him wrong.
Astin left a message this morning. It’s blinking on his machine right now, unerased. That safety bastard always forgets the time difference and either ignores or deliberately calls when Dom’s sleeping late on Sunday morning. The bugger took up half the tape rambling.
Good morning Mr. Monaghan. Just got back from an impromptu visit to Mr. Boyd.... Billy’s a wonderful actor but I don’t think he’s handling the break up well. Anyway just thought you should know- you are probably already aware.... So yeah, call him. Don’t call me. (I say confidant that you won’t)..Aside - I do enjoy how you tell Rolling Stone "We’ve lost touch" as if that is all of our choice, you are the one who doesn’t return calls... Anyway - still tivo’ing the show. So proud. Love ya. Talk to you next Orc Day... oh and it’s SEAN.
Dom wishes Astin hadn’t called.
Dom’s hidden this too long. He’s pretended to want just BFF for so long he was even starting to buy it. He can’t call now. He can’t be happy Billy is single again. He can’t call because he IS happy Billy is single again.
Dom wishes he had stayed in bed. Astin’s call is doubly disturbing, awaking dormant emotions and creating new ones.
Why hadn’t Billy told him?
They talked not two days ago. If Billy’s lying to him maybe their friendship isn’t as good as he thinks. Lying is Dom’s thing, and if both of them are keeping secrets what does he really have to lose?
The phone is in Dom’s hand before that last question has finished formulating. He’s pushing # 1 and listening impatiently to the consistent ring.
One -two- three
When Dom gets the voice mail he hangs up without leaving a message. He calls Billy’s house number (Speed Dial #2) before new thoughts and better sense can prevent him.
One - two - three - four
It rings enough for Dom to brace himself for Ali’s inevitable answering machine message (the reason Dom rarely uses this number, and why it was almost Speed Dial #8). But on the twelfth ring Billy’s Scottish lilt makes Dom’s heart skip, imploring friends and family to leave their message at the beep.
Billy hates technology, avoids it like the plague. That fact makes Dom wonder just how long it’s been since Ali left.
Dom’s wanted Billy so long, since the day they met (or the moment). He’s known Billy so long Dom wonders when exactly he stopped paying attention. When did Billy start being able to hide things from him?
It’s too much, and suddenly the walls seem to be closing in. He’s got to get out of here.
"I shouldn’t have called." Dom thinks to himself regretfully as he opens the door.
+
"I have to go." Billy decides after weeks of deliberating.
He wants to tell Dom the truth. He’s tired of lying. But Billy is by nature a cautious man, and the thought of losing Dom is more than a little frightening. If he’s going to do this, he has to do it right. He has to make sure that Dom understands how he feels.
So Billy buys a plane ticket.
He packs a bag (light enough to not seem presumptuous) and arranges for a cab to the airport. Billy doesn’t allow himself to have second thoughts. He ignores the jittery feeling, the one that makes him feel like he’s consumed one of Dom’s caffeine laden Energy drinks, and forces himself to keep moving forward.
He’s got to see Dom.
"It’s time to get this out in the open." Billy thinks resolutely. He’s known Dom for almost a decade. He feels incredibly stupid that it’s taken him this long.
Billy worries that he will lose his nerve. In his mind’s eye he can already see the whole thing going wrong. Dom answering the door to his flat, surprised but not pleased, some girl in his bed, padding out to greet the unwelcome visitor in nothing but Dom’s shirt and a smile.
The guy sitting beside Billy in First class is blubbering about losing his girlfriend. It's just his luck to end up next to a "talker". He had wanted time to think. But the guy's almost crying because the girl cheated on him with his best friend. Pity overcomes annoyance as Billy's chief emotion when he realizes that very soon he could be just as alone.
Maybe he shouldn’t go.
Billy loves Dom. He’s been denying that for so long. Maybe it’s too late. Something tells Billy, he’s too late.
It’s a voice in his head that sounds remarkably like Astin. Astin who told him just last week about that Evy woman, that girl with no hips who Astin says Dom is "happy as hell with."
Really Billy you should see him. When Chris and I were in Hawaii last month we met for brunch and a double date. He’s positively beaming. And after what he said in Rolling Stone - I’m so glad he’s happy again. Aren’t you? I can’t believe none of us knew he was depressed. But I guess you did - you had to - You guys are so close. You are the only ones who still are.
He wishes Astin had never come to visit.
Billy needs to come clean. They have been best friends forever. But now that he’s single (and Billy’s too selfish to care that Dom might not be) he has to try for something more. Now that he’s figured out what he wants (come clean with himself) he has to try and take it.
Billy can’t just stick his head in the sand. These emotions are too strong.
Billy’s been thinking this through for two months, trying to process what’s been there all along. He’s been revisiting his lifelong plan, hoping maybe it’s time for an extended vacation.
Dom called day before yesterday. Billy wanted to tell him then, about this, about Ali. But he waited. Face to face, is more Dom and Billy’s style.
The plane lands without a hitch and Billy breathes a sigh of relief at the same time his anxiety doubles.
Inhale - exhale
Billy has to deal with this. He has to be ready for whatever way Dom reacts.
Inhale - exhale - inhale - exhale
Ali left a month and a half ago, a mutual decision that Billy knows his actions caused. He may have been a little too bothered by the pictures of Dom and Evangeline at the Golden Globes. He may have obsessed a little too much over that article Astin clipped out of Rolling Stone.
Dom never told him how bad things were. It’s strange and disturbing that Dom told a total stranger first.
How did Billy miss that? He may have just figured out that he’s lusting after his best friend but he’s cared about Dom too long to not have noticed. He’s loved Dom since the very beginning, an instant connection he never dissected but always enjoyed, there is no excuse. He feels that connection slipping now, with the distance and the secrets. He plans on fixing that.
When the cab pulls up in front of Dom’s new home Billy’s bridged the former. Now he just has to eliminate the latter.
"I had to come." Billy tells Dom when he opens the door.
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Do we get more? Do we got more? Do we? Do we? Do we?!
OH please!!!!
I need to know what happens *twitches and fidgets*
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*promises to try*
Thanks! I'm very glad you liked.
And sorry to make you twitch. lol
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But who's POV should it be? And should it be mostly dialogue or more thoughts?
See this is why I didn't write it. I don't know.
lol
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You've done so well, so far.
They'll let you know.
After all, what's 24 hours, after 8 years? Nothing.
Marvelous.
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Thanks slashfairy!
*I do believe in fairies I do believe*
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great fic!
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Thanks!
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I am attempting. I promise.
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Want to see what happens.
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*gives you big doe eyes*
<3
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You must write more.
Really really really.
*bats eyelashes*
Please?
and soon?
*pouts by way of pursuasion*
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I wrote some at lunch today - so fingers crossed - hopefully I'll have it done soon.
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