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Title: Dead Weight (2/?)
Author: [Bad username or unknown identity: snugette@hotmail.com]
Rating: NC-17 just to be on the safe side. Depends how the whole thing turns out.
Pairing: Dom/Elijah, Dom/Billy.
Summary: Everything changed. No. You changed.
Content warnings: Strong language, sex later.
Disclaimer: OMG! It's a fake. That's it, I want my money back.
Feedback: I'll trade for a candy necklace?
Notes: Well, it seems I'm indulging in writing a short but infinitely crap series. It was bound to happen sooner or later...

 

"Why are you lying on the ground Dom?" Dom rolls over so Billy can't see his face.

"I'm dying."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Ah, Billy. He's so different from Elijah, so different from Dom. And he always says the right thing, Billy does.

"Yes."

The crunch of gravel and Billy is sitting by Dom's back. Dom can feel the heat radiating from Billy, and it's nice. It comforts him.

"Why are you dying?"

"I'm dying inside, see? Elijah won't talk to me, and he's mad at me. I hate that combination."

"And you don't know why?"

"No. Else I wouldn't be here. Dying." Dom huffs and stresses the last word, before shifting so he's lying on his back again.

"You know why Dommie?"

Dom scowls. From Billy's tone of voice, that's got to be a rhetorical question. But the seconds are passing and Billy's not enlightening him.

"No. Why?"

"Because you don't love him?"

"Sure I do." And anyone except Billy would believe the conviction in Dom's voice.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Then maybe you need to show him more."

Dom resists the urge to snap at Billy, 'What the fuck do you mean show him more? If I showed him any more we'd be arrested for indecent exposure...'

"You know what Elijah said to me last time we spoke, before I got here?"

"Yes, all of a sudden I can read minds."

Billy resists the urge to snap at Dom, 'Evidently not or else you wouldn't be in this bloody mess!'

"Sorry Bills. I... argh, SHIT!" Dom kicks at the ground viciously with one foot. "Why is it always me who pisses everyone off? Why am I always the one who cocks up everything he has? Where am I going wrong Billy?"

"Elijah said he feels like you don't even notice him anymore. He said he feels like all he does is get in the way between you and the media." Billy takes a deep breath. "He says now Rings is over you're just hanging on like you just want to be famous by association."

"Really?" Dom is shocked, and to an extent, so is Billy. He was expecting anger at that last comment. Dom still looks shocked as he props himself up on one elbow to look at Billy properly. He looks to find truth in Billy's green eyes. And what he sees there is not just truth.

"Yes. But I don't think that's the only reason he's upset with you."

Dom's eyebrows do the questioning for him.

"You don't talk to him. You talk to me."

"That's because you know me better than anyone Bills." Dom practically scoffs. Of course he talks to Billy!

"Yeah. And we got to know each other so well in New Zealand... the way we were... but we're not together anymore. You're with Elijah. I'm not sure I know you as well as I did, and I don't think you know me as well as you did. You should be sharing this with Elijah now."

Dom looks up into Billy's eyes, looking for something he can make sense of, something he recognises or remembers, and he doesn't care if it's the truth or not. And he can't find it. He shifts uncomfortably on the dusty ground.

"But I don't love Elijah."

Billy nods, his features becoming shadowed as the last ray of sunlight drops below the horizon. "I know."

"I love you."

"I know."

Dom sits up carefully, shifting from where he's lain on the wide trodden dirt verge on the edge of the gravel path to sit opposite Billy on the rough stones. The heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach hasn't gone away and if anything it's getting worse.

The security light clicks on, illuminating Elijah's back yard in a bright white glow and casting long shadows across the grass.

"I still feel the same as I did in New Zealand you know."

"I know."

"Is that all you're going to say now Billy?!" A hint of annoyance in Dom's voice that Billy knows wouldn't have been there if he still felt the same as he did in New Zealand.

"I don't feel the same as I did then." Billy's voice is soft and laced with something that sounds horribly like pity.

"Everything changed though didn't it?"

Billy cocks his head, only a silhouette against the flood lit house. "No, you changed."

"Everything changed." It's become a plea rather than a statement. "Which is why you're with Alison now."

"OK, everything changed." Billy concedes with a sigh.

There's silence save the sounds of a warm summer's night and Dom wriggles away from Billy, from the path onto the lawn and lies back down.

"So what am I going to do about Elijah?"

"Talk to him. Like you talk to me. Tell him everything."

"He doesn't want to talk to me."

"No, he doesn't. He wants to listen to you."

As if on cue another figure becomes silhouetted in the light from the side of the house.

"Talk to him." Billy's final words are soft and reassuring but the dead weight that twists Dom's insides is still clinging on, and he wishes he wasn't watching Billy's silhouette get smaller in the glow of light, his footsteps across the gravel getting feinter and then disappearing as he retreats back into Elijah's house.