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Title: Time Waste Me (6/8)
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Elijah is kidnapped. In this part, Dom receives a phone call.
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Author's Notes: Thankyou to all my loyal readers, particularly the effervescent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
di0nne, my beta.
Dom traced lazy circles against Elijah's white skin happily, humming to himself and letting his head drop back onto the edge of the bath. He wiggled his toes, causing the water to splash and Elijah to giggle.
"You purr when you're happy," Elijah mused. Dom sat up and grinned at
him, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Like a cat."
"Better than giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl with a crush," Dom retorted.
Elijah laughed and elbowed Dom gently in the side.
"What, in a pleated skirt and pigtails? I didn't hear you complaining the other week," he teased. Dom flushed but still managed to leer at Elijah, and soon it
was Elijah who was blushing. The colour tinged his cheeks and neck, stopping just as it touched his shoulders. He ducked his head and leaned against Dom's chest contentedly, listening to Dom's heartbeat. He breathed in and relaxed to the steady, calming rhythm for a few minutes, but then it started speeding up, and Dom's breath hitched. Looking up at Dom, Elijah saw his eyes rimmed with red and filling with tears. Elijah sighed.
"Please don't cry, baby, I'll be okay. I'm holding on for you. Promise," he said quietly, trying to get Dom to look him in the eyes. Dom cried and kissed him and he closed his eyes, sinking into the moment like soft earth, falling down.
When he opened them he gasped. They were still naked but cold, surrounded by unyielding grey walls. His holding room. Dom sat on the floor looking lost, scared and confused.
"Is this where you are?" Dom asked, and his voice seemed faint. Elijah reached out for him, felt his cold, clammy flesh under his fingertips, but even that felt unreal.
"I'm coming to find you," Dom said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. Dom felt the need to finish the conversation, to tell Elijah that Orlando and Sean and Billy where all there to help find him and that the detective was really nice and very good at his job and that he didn't have to worry, but Elijah had turned and was staring fearfully at the door, getting further and further away but still right in front of him. A moment later there was a bang and three men walked in. Dom
couldn't see their faces through the fog before his eyes. Elijah grabbed his wrist and stood in front, protecting him, and Dom tried to hold on. One of the men reached down and wrenched Elijah from Dom's grip.
"Dom," Elijah cried out, reaching back for his hand, but they were so far apart now and Dom couldn't see properly anymore. Dom stretched out his hand. "DOM!" "Elijah!" Dom shouted, opening his eyes. He was shaking, hand outstretched still. Orlando grabbed it and pulled, yanking Dom out of the armchair in which he had achieved a few moments' precious sleep. Orlando's face was drawn and white, his palms sweaty, and he surveyed Dom warily. "You have to come wait by the phone, they're going to call for you," Orlando whispered.
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Dom clung to Orlando's fingers as they sat on either side of a small coffee table waiting for the phone to ring. Debbie hovered around them nervously like a bee, keeping up a constant buzz of panicked chatter.
"They asked for you specifically, Dom, by name, I don't know why, all the other times they didn't care who they talked to, I mean, as far as we could tell anyway, and that nice detective said they usually just want the money and don't care who gives it to them, and it wasn't our idea to come get you--"
Dom glanced at Orlando, trying to express without moving or speaking his wish that someone either take care of Debbie or shut her up. Orlando nodded and started to rise, but Dom's grip didn't seem to want to loosen and he didn't let go of Orlando.
Fortunately before Orlando was even half-standing Hannah entered the room and ushered her mother away to the kitchen for coffee. Americans were mad, drinking coffee to relax, Dom thought suddenly.
"Tea's soothing," he mumbled to himself. He only realised he'd spoken aloud when Orlando started to stand again.
"You want some tea?" he was asking. Dom shook his head and pulled Orlando's hand closer, forcing Orlando to move his chair nearer to Dom's in order to sit down again.
Despite having waited for fifteen minutes, the ringing of the phone startled both of them out of their wits. As he picked up, Dom doubted he would even hear the speaker over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He took a deep breath. "Hello?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"You come alone, you got that? I don't wanna see any cops or nothing. Midnight, there's a parking lot under construction near Sears, just east of you." Dom wrote frantically, his hand shaking so violently that it ended up looking like a three year old's scribblings. He hoped he'd remember what it said. Detective Holder looked at him expectantly and he jumped, nodding.
"What about Elijah? We need to - please, we have to know he's okay," he made himself say, forgetting about his briefing on staying calm and controlling the
situation.
"Dom?" Elijah's voice spoke and Dom nearly dropped the phone in shock.
"L - Elijah? Are you okay? Did they--"
"Yeah, no, I'm okay. Dom, please, I - I'm okay, but...I just want to come home--" Dom heard a cracking sound and Elijah's sharp yell before his voice was replaced by the kidnapper's.
"Midnight, got it fuckwit? Or you won't see your pretty little boyfriend again," it said before suddenly hanging up.
Dom was breathing too hard to speak, shaking, and as he looked up through swimming vision he saw Holder, Sean and Billy, Hannah and Debbie, all around him, seeming to spin faster and faster. He started to stumble blindly backwards away from them in the direction of the spare room, but his shoulder connected with something solid which reached out to grab his arms and spin him around. Desperately he tried
to pull away but Orlando was taller and stronger and equally stubborn, and was having none of it.
"Dom, what did they say?" Orlando asked firmly, lifting Dom's white face by the chin. Dom tried to back away but felt a broad hand between his shoulder blades and knew Sean was there.
"I wrote it," he managed to choke out, but Orlando shook his head, rubbing Dom's cheek with his thumb, chocolate eyes of sympathy looking squarely into Dom's own.
"Don't worry about the details, they've got that covered. What did Elijah say to you that made you..." he indicated Dom's shaking body "--so upset?"
"They didn't let him - he only spoke for a second," Dom said evasively. He tried to avoid Orlando's eyes with the unfortunate effect of staring blankly at Orlando's nose.
Orlando grabbed Dom's jaw and yanked his face until they were eye to eye again, ignoring Sean's emphatic protests at the harsh treatment.
"Don't you lie to me, mate, we know each other too well for that," Orlando said in a low voice that was instantly menacing and so affectionate that tears sprang to Dom's eyes. "I deserve to know what happened."
"He wants to come home. They - I think they hit him, or something, because he wants to come home," Dom stammered flatly. He heard Sean gasp and felt that broad hand grip his shoulder tightly, heard Billy's light footsteps crossing the room to inform Elijah's family that he'd been hurt, but he could only see Orlando's eyes. The taller man's hands were holding his face, and Dom lifted his own hands
from their useless hanging position to rest on Orlando's hips, his thumb brushing against denim. Then Orlando hugged him, breaking eye contact, and even as his hands tightened on Orlando's back he burst into tears. He crumpled, and the three of them sunk to the ground, Dom clinging to Orlando like a lifeboat while Sean held them together.
Green Queen
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Elijah is kidnapped. In this part, Dom receives a phone call.
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Author's Notes: Thankyou to all my loyal readers, particularly the effervescent
di0nne, my beta.Dom traced lazy circles against Elijah's white skin happily, humming to himself and letting his head drop back onto the edge of the bath. He wiggled his toes, causing the water to splash and Elijah to giggle.
"You purr when you're happy," Elijah mused. Dom sat up and grinned at
him, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Like a cat."
"Better than giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl with a crush," Dom retorted.
Elijah laughed and elbowed Dom gently in the side.
"What, in a pleated skirt and pigtails? I didn't hear you complaining the other week," he teased. Dom flushed but still managed to leer at Elijah, and soon it
was Elijah who was blushing. The colour tinged his cheeks and neck, stopping just as it touched his shoulders. He ducked his head and leaned against Dom's chest contentedly, listening to Dom's heartbeat. He breathed in and relaxed to the steady, calming rhythm for a few minutes, but then it started speeding up, and Dom's breath hitched. Looking up at Dom, Elijah saw his eyes rimmed with red and filling with tears. Elijah sighed.
"Please don't cry, baby, I'll be okay. I'm holding on for you. Promise," he said quietly, trying to get Dom to look him in the eyes. Dom cried and kissed him and he closed his eyes, sinking into the moment like soft earth, falling down.
When he opened them he gasped. They were still naked but cold, surrounded by unyielding grey walls. His holding room. Dom sat on the floor looking lost, scared and confused.
"Is this where you are?" Dom asked, and his voice seemed faint. Elijah reached out for him, felt his cold, clammy flesh under his fingertips, but even that felt unreal.
"I'm coming to find you," Dom said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. Dom felt the need to finish the conversation, to tell Elijah that Orlando and Sean and Billy where all there to help find him and that the detective was really nice and very good at his job and that he didn't have to worry, but Elijah had turned and was staring fearfully at the door, getting further and further away but still right in front of him. A moment later there was a bang and three men walked in. Dom
couldn't see their faces through the fog before his eyes. Elijah grabbed his wrist and stood in front, protecting him, and Dom tried to hold on. One of the men reached down and wrenched Elijah from Dom's grip.
"Dom," Elijah cried out, reaching back for his hand, but they were so far apart now and Dom couldn't see properly anymore. Dom stretched out his hand. "DOM!" "Elijah!" Dom shouted, opening his eyes. He was shaking, hand outstretched still. Orlando grabbed it and pulled, yanking Dom out of the armchair in which he had achieved a few moments' precious sleep. Orlando's face was drawn and white, his palms sweaty, and he surveyed Dom warily. "You have to come wait by the phone, they're going to call for you," Orlando whispered.
_____________________________________________________
Dom clung to Orlando's fingers as they sat on either side of a small coffee table waiting for the phone to ring. Debbie hovered around them nervously like a bee, keeping up a constant buzz of panicked chatter.
"They asked for you specifically, Dom, by name, I don't know why, all the other times they didn't care who they talked to, I mean, as far as we could tell anyway, and that nice detective said they usually just want the money and don't care who gives it to them, and it wasn't our idea to come get you--"
Dom glanced at Orlando, trying to express without moving or speaking his wish that someone either take care of Debbie or shut her up. Orlando nodded and started to rise, but Dom's grip didn't seem to want to loosen and he didn't let go of Orlando.
Fortunately before Orlando was even half-standing Hannah entered the room and ushered her mother away to the kitchen for coffee. Americans were mad, drinking coffee to relax, Dom thought suddenly.
"Tea's soothing," he mumbled to himself. He only realised he'd spoken aloud when Orlando started to stand again.
"You want some tea?" he was asking. Dom shook his head and pulled Orlando's hand closer, forcing Orlando to move his chair nearer to Dom's in order to sit down again.
Despite having waited for fifteen minutes, the ringing of the phone startled both of them out of their wits. As he picked up, Dom doubted he would even hear the speaker over the pounding of his heart in his ears. He took a deep breath. "Hello?" he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"You come alone, you got that? I don't wanna see any cops or nothing. Midnight, there's a parking lot under construction near Sears, just east of you." Dom wrote frantically, his hand shaking so violently that it ended up looking like a three year old's scribblings. He hoped he'd remember what it said. Detective Holder looked at him expectantly and he jumped, nodding.
"What about Elijah? We need to - please, we have to know he's okay," he made himself say, forgetting about his briefing on staying calm and controlling the
situation.
"Dom?" Elijah's voice spoke and Dom nearly dropped the phone in shock.
"L - Elijah? Are you okay? Did they--"
"Yeah, no, I'm okay. Dom, please, I - I'm okay, but...I just want to come home--" Dom heard a cracking sound and Elijah's sharp yell before his voice was replaced by the kidnapper's.
"Midnight, got it fuckwit? Or you won't see your pretty little boyfriend again," it said before suddenly hanging up.
Dom was breathing too hard to speak, shaking, and as he looked up through swimming vision he saw Holder, Sean and Billy, Hannah and Debbie, all around him, seeming to spin faster and faster. He started to stumble blindly backwards away from them in the direction of the spare room, but his shoulder connected with something solid which reached out to grab his arms and spin him around. Desperately he tried
to pull away but Orlando was taller and stronger and equally stubborn, and was having none of it.
"Dom, what did they say?" Orlando asked firmly, lifting Dom's white face by the chin. Dom tried to back away but felt a broad hand between his shoulder blades and knew Sean was there.
"I wrote it," he managed to choke out, but Orlando shook his head, rubbing Dom's cheek with his thumb, chocolate eyes of sympathy looking squarely into Dom's own.
"Don't worry about the details, they've got that covered. What did Elijah say to you that made you..." he indicated Dom's shaking body "--so upset?"
"They didn't let him - he only spoke for a second," Dom said evasively. He tried to avoid Orlando's eyes with the unfortunate effect of staring blankly at Orlando's nose.
Orlando grabbed Dom's jaw and yanked his face until they were eye to eye again, ignoring Sean's emphatic protests at the harsh treatment.
"Don't you lie to me, mate, we know each other too well for that," Orlando said in a low voice that was instantly menacing and so affectionate that tears sprang to Dom's eyes. "I deserve to know what happened."
"He wants to come home. They - I think they hit him, or something, because he wants to come home," Dom stammered flatly. He heard Sean gasp and felt that broad hand grip his shoulder tightly, heard Billy's light footsteps crossing the room to inform Elijah's family that he'd been hurt, but he could only see Orlando's eyes. The taller man's hands were holding his face, and Dom lifted his own hands
from their useless hanging position to rest on Orlando's hips, his thumb brushing against denim. Then Orlando hugged him, breaking eye contact, and even as his hands tightened on Orlando's back he burst into tears. He crumpled, and the three of them sunk to the ground, Dom clinging to Orlando like a lifeboat while Sean held them together.
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