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Time Waste Me Part 8
Title: Time Waste Me (8/8)
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Elijah is kidnapped. In this part, they have to deal with the aftermath.
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Author's Notes: I know, thank the gods it's finally finished. Thankyou and huge *hugs* as always to my stupefyingly brilliant beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
di0nne.
Elijah let out a hoarse cry as a gunshot went off deafeningly loud behind his head. As he ducked his head he heard the now-familiar sound of a bullet hitting flesh and wondered whether he'd just become numb to the pain. He felt blood splatter onto his face, smelling its metallic odour, and Dom cried his name. When he looked at his lover his heart stopped.
Dom was bleeding from the neck, coughing up blood which pooled beneath his head on the cold concrete ground. His eyes were glazed, empty, and his hand groped the air. Panicked, Elijah reached out to touch
him, to somehow make the bleeding stop, but he froze before making contact. Dom choked out an unintelligible word and Elijah cried, wanting to help but desperately worried about making Dom's injury
worse. He yelled Dom's name, but it barely registered in his own ears above the heavy footsteps around him. Looking up he saw Al grinning viciously down at them.
Instinctively Elijah kicked out his foot and, feeling it connect with Al's leg, swept it back as hard as he could. Al's face dropped in shock and he raised the gun, but he was already falling down towards Elijah. Stabbing pain shot through Elijah's chest as he rolled over, screaming, and Al's heavy body fell with an unnatural crack behind him. Terrified, Elijah glanced over his shoulder to see Al's head a foot away from him, eyes closed, blood running in rivulets down to where Elijah lay. He turned back to Dom and watched him as the older
man's eyes blinked twice, then closed.
The image of Dom's face filled Elijah's vision even after the paramedics had lifted them both away, burning in the back of his mind as the scared faces of his friends passed above him. He reached out his arm as Dom was taken to a second ambulance, not wanting them to be separated, but he couldn't manage any words and the paramedics just pushed his arm down to get him through the ambulance doors. They laid him by the window, poked and prodded and bandaged him, and slowly during the drive to hospital the vision of Dom's face was replaced by the periodic flashing of the ambulance's red light.
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A flash of red light found its way past Dom's closed eyelids and he opened his eyes to find Viggo smiling apologetically. The familiar fluorescent hospital lights hit Dom hard and already his head ached, but he gave a quick smile back as Viggo patted his hand.
"Elijah wouldn't tell us what the doctor said. He thought you'd be kinda angry if everyone else found out before you," Viggo drawled, shrugging as though the thought of everyone knowing what was wrong with him before he did wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Dom opened his mouth to answer back, then remembered that he wasn't allowed to talk. He grunted instead.
"I'll go get Elijah, hold on," Viggo said, misinterpreting Dom's attempt at speech. Dom just nodded, exacerbating the ache in his skull. He wanted to close his eyes, but
Elijah walked through the door within second and Dom forced himself to keep watching, remembering how it felt to think he may never see Elijah again.
Elijah plonked himself down on the bed and kissed Dom gently. Dom marvelled at the younger man's energy considering his still-healing ribs and the fact that only two weeks earlier he had been held captive
by a killer. Running his thumb over Elijah's wrist he felt the raised scars where the ropes had been, and Elijah's shirt bulged from the bandages beneath it. There was a split across Elijah's cheekbone and
his eyes bore scars as well; always an old soul, Elijah now carried with him the burden of suffering. In spite of all this Elijah still smiled easily, ducking his head to giggle whenever Dom made a face at him or Billy joked. Elijah's almost overwhelmingly optimistic outlook on Dom's chances of walking again made Dom feel as though failure was not an option, and he looked at Elijah seriously, trying to convey his desperation for news.
"Okay, so the doctor said your operation went smooth as a dream, and you should be on your feet again in a year if you work your ass off for pretty much the entire time. I've already bought all the equipment he said would help with the therapy, and I'm getting a pool installed at home and hiring a personal trainer and - no, listen," Elijah said firmly as Dom weakly attempted to shake his head. "Just let me take care of you this time, okay?" Dom clicked his fingers for a pen, which Elijah handed to him. He wrote on the
pad of paper beside his bed awkwardly, hoping the message would be legible. Upon reading it Elijah nodded.
"I know, no guilt. It isn't, Dom, I swear. We agreed it's nobody's fault and all that crap last week with the shrink. I just got this stuff to – to help us move on, you know. Together," he added, leaning close to Dom's face. "I love
you," he whispered, and kissed Dom's lips. Dom nodded stiffly, and Elijah grinned back. "Don't worry, I know, you love me too. I mean, how many guys would get shot in the neck for their boyfriends? Even
if you take into account the number of guys who actually have boyfriends and, you know, have the opportunity to get shot, and...oh, hey, you're going to have an awesome scar for a while, by the way."
Dom smiled, unconcerned, and pointed to the door. "Oh yeah, I forgot, we should tell everyone," Elijah said, and bounded out the door.
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Dom gritted his teeth in frustration as Elijah told their friends and family what had transpired with the doctor. He smiled at each of them gratefully when they made their way out of the room, passing him one by one, kissing his forehead or squeezing his hand, and he wished he could tell them how he felt. Soon only Sean, Billy and Orlando were left behind, all looking far more serious than Dom had expected considering the relatively good news. Sean was inspecting both Dom and Elijah while Orlando seemed to be inspecting his shoes, shrinking away in the corner.
"I hope you both know this isn't over," Sean said sternly. "There's going to be a lot of psychological and physical therapy that you're both going to have to keep up with, even when it gets hard."
"Don't worry, I'll keep us on track," Elijah said firmly, and Dom nodded.
Sean narrowed his eyes at them, then broke into a smile. "It's wonderful news though, Dom, it really is," Sean said, resting a hand on Dom's head for a minute before patting Elijah's shoulder. "Come on, we'll go and let the psychologist know when you're going to meet her," he said, leading the youngest hobbit out the door. Not for the first time Dom was infinitely grateful for Sean, who had kept Elijah sane during the past two weeks as they waited to learn whether or not Dom would be okay. Elijah flashed a grin back over his shoulder as he
left and ran into Holder, who was peeking around the doorway.
"Hey, just wanted to tell you that all the reports have been filed," he said, nodding to Dom respectfully. "Al's trial is set for two weeks from today, but we still have no word on the getaway driver. We'll let you know if we hear anything." Dom waved his thanks with his hand, his neck sore from all the nodding, and Holder smiled grimly at him. "Don't worry, I won't stop looking," he said as he left, closing the door behind him.
Billy sat on the end of Dom's bed, head in his hands. "I hope they fry the bastards, Dom, I really do," he said. Dom sighed and grabbed Billy's hand, squeezing it gently. Billy nodded to him.
"What about work?" Orlando burst out, seemingly unable to hold it in any longer. Billy's head shot up and Dom quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Billy asked quietly. "I mean - you know, how's he going to get any more jobs? With a scar like that, I mean," Orlando finished, trailing off at the end.
"Some people don't need to rely on their looks to get an acting job," Billy said in a low voice, looking Orlando in the eyes. Orlando looked away, down at his shoes again, and Billy got to his feet. Dom pulled on his hand and nodded towards the door, and after a minute Billy sighed angrily and left the room.
"I didn't mean that, Dom, it's just that it's going to be so noticeable, and I just have to wonder what you're going to do now," Orlando tried to explain. Dom scribbled furiously on a piece of paper as Orlando spoke, then tore it off, holding it in front of him.
Orlando's eyes filled with tears. Thanks for looking after me, it read. Elijah and I will take care of each other from here.
"Okay," Orlando whispered as the door opened again, and he turned away to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. Elijah shot a questioning glance at Dom, who smiled, crumpling the note and tossing it in the bin. Orlando graced him with a watery smile and a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
Elijah lay down on the bed next to Dom, looking up at him with his blue eyes wide. "I know everything isn't going to be okay, you know. But it's better than it could've been," he explained, his arm draped over Dom's stomach. "I mean, it's better than it was." Dom just tightened his grip and watched Elijah's face, wondering if he would ever have to let go.
Green Queen
Pairing: Dom/Elijah
Rating: R
Summary: Elijah is kidnapped. In this part, they have to deal with the aftermath.
Archive: Once You Pop (You Can't Stop)
Author's Notes: I know, thank the gods it's finally finished. Thankyou and huge *hugs* as always to my stupefyingly brilliant beta
di0nne.Elijah let out a hoarse cry as a gunshot went off deafeningly loud behind his head. As he ducked his head he heard the now-familiar sound of a bullet hitting flesh and wondered whether he'd just become numb to the pain. He felt blood splatter onto his face, smelling its metallic odour, and Dom cried his name. When he looked at his lover his heart stopped.
Dom was bleeding from the neck, coughing up blood which pooled beneath his head on the cold concrete ground. His eyes were glazed, empty, and his hand groped the air. Panicked, Elijah reached out to touch
him, to somehow make the bleeding stop, but he froze before making contact. Dom choked out an unintelligible word and Elijah cried, wanting to help but desperately worried about making Dom's injury
worse. He yelled Dom's name, but it barely registered in his own ears above the heavy footsteps around him. Looking up he saw Al grinning viciously down at them.
Instinctively Elijah kicked out his foot and, feeling it connect with Al's leg, swept it back as hard as he could. Al's face dropped in shock and he raised the gun, but he was already falling down towards Elijah. Stabbing pain shot through Elijah's chest as he rolled over, screaming, and Al's heavy body fell with an unnatural crack behind him. Terrified, Elijah glanced over his shoulder to see Al's head a foot away from him, eyes closed, blood running in rivulets down to where Elijah lay. He turned back to Dom and watched him as the older
man's eyes blinked twice, then closed.
The image of Dom's face filled Elijah's vision even after the paramedics had lifted them both away, burning in the back of his mind as the scared faces of his friends passed above him. He reached out his arm as Dom was taken to a second ambulance, not wanting them to be separated, but he couldn't manage any words and the paramedics just pushed his arm down to get him through the ambulance doors. They laid him by the window, poked and prodded and bandaged him, and slowly during the drive to hospital the vision of Dom's face was replaced by the periodic flashing of the ambulance's red light.
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A flash of red light found its way past Dom's closed eyelids and he opened his eyes to find Viggo smiling apologetically. The familiar fluorescent hospital lights hit Dom hard and already his head ached, but he gave a quick smile back as Viggo patted his hand.
"Elijah wouldn't tell us what the doctor said. He thought you'd be kinda angry if everyone else found out before you," Viggo drawled, shrugging as though the thought of everyone knowing what was wrong with him before he did wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Dom opened his mouth to answer back, then remembered that he wasn't allowed to talk. He grunted instead.
"I'll go get Elijah, hold on," Viggo said, misinterpreting Dom's attempt at speech. Dom just nodded, exacerbating the ache in his skull. He wanted to close his eyes, but
Elijah walked through the door within second and Dom forced himself to keep watching, remembering how it felt to think he may never see Elijah again.
Elijah plonked himself down on the bed and kissed Dom gently. Dom marvelled at the younger man's energy considering his still-healing ribs and the fact that only two weeks earlier he had been held captive
by a killer. Running his thumb over Elijah's wrist he felt the raised scars where the ropes had been, and Elijah's shirt bulged from the bandages beneath it. There was a split across Elijah's cheekbone and
his eyes bore scars as well; always an old soul, Elijah now carried with him the burden of suffering. In spite of all this Elijah still smiled easily, ducking his head to giggle whenever Dom made a face at him or Billy joked. Elijah's almost overwhelmingly optimistic outlook on Dom's chances of walking again made Dom feel as though failure was not an option, and he looked at Elijah seriously, trying to convey his desperation for news.
"Okay, so the doctor said your operation went smooth as a dream, and you should be on your feet again in a year if you work your ass off for pretty much the entire time. I've already bought all the equipment he said would help with the therapy, and I'm getting a pool installed at home and hiring a personal trainer and - no, listen," Elijah said firmly as Dom weakly attempted to shake his head. "Just let me take care of you this time, okay?" Dom clicked his fingers for a pen, which Elijah handed to him. He wrote on the
pad of paper beside his bed awkwardly, hoping the message would be legible. Upon reading it Elijah nodded.
"I know, no guilt. It isn't, Dom, I swear. We agreed it's nobody's fault and all that crap last week with the shrink. I just got this stuff to – to help us move on, you know. Together," he added, leaning close to Dom's face. "I love
you," he whispered, and kissed Dom's lips. Dom nodded stiffly, and Elijah grinned back. "Don't worry, I know, you love me too. I mean, how many guys would get shot in the neck for their boyfriends? Even
if you take into account the number of guys who actually have boyfriends and, you know, have the opportunity to get shot, and...oh, hey, you're going to have an awesome scar for a while, by the way."
Dom smiled, unconcerned, and pointed to the door. "Oh yeah, I forgot, we should tell everyone," Elijah said, and bounded out the door.
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Dom gritted his teeth in frustration as Elijah told their friends and family what had transpired with the doctor. He smiled at each of them gratefully when they made their way out of the room, passing him one by one, kissing his forehead or squeezing his hand, and he wished he could tell them how he felt. Soon only Sean, Billy and Orlando were left behind, all looking far more serious than Dom had expected considering the relatively good news. Sean was inspecting both Dom and Elijah while Orlando seemed to be inspecting his shoes, shrinking away in the corner.
"I hope you both know this isn't over," Sean said sternly. "There's going to be a lot of psychological and physical therapy that you're both going to have to keep up with, even when it gets hard."
"Don't worry, I'll keep us on track," Elijah said firmly, and Dom nodded.
Sean narrowed his eyes at them, then broke into a smile. "It's wonderful news though, Dom, it really is," Sean said, resting a hand on Dom's head for a minute before patting Elijah's shoulder. "Come on, we'll go and let the psychologist know when you're going to meet her," he said, leading the youngest hobbit out the door. Not for the first time Dom was infinitely grateful for Sean, who had kept Elijah sane during the past two weeks as they waited to learn whether or not Dom would be okay. Elijah flashed a grin back over his shoulder as he
left and ran into Holder, who was peeking around the doorway.
"Hey, just wanted to tell you that all the reports have been filed," he said, nodding to Dom respectfully. "Al's trial is set for two weeks from today, but we still have no word on the getaway driver. We'll let you know if we hear anything." Dom waved his thanks with his hand, his neck sore from all the nodding, and Holder smiled grimly at him. "Don't worry, I won't stop looking," he said as he left, closing the door behind him.
Billy sat on the end of Dom's bed, head in his hands. "I hope they fry the bastards, Dom, I really do," he said. Dom sighed and grabbed Billy's hand, squeezing it gently. Billy nodded to him.
"What about work?" Orlando burst out, seemingly unable to hold it in any longer. Billy's head shot up and Dom quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Billy asked quietly. "I mean - you know, how's he going to get any more jobs? With a scar like that, I mean," Orlando finished, trailing off at the end.
"Some people don't need to rely on their looks to get an acting job," Billy said in a low voice, looking Orlando in the eyes. Orlando looked away, down at his shoes again, and Billy got to his feet. Dom pulled on his hand and nodded towards the door, and after a minute Billy sighed angrily and left the room.
"I didn't mean that, Dom, it's just that it's going to be so noticeable, and I just have to wonder what you're going to do now," Orlando tried to explain. Dom scribbled furiously on a piece of paper as Orlando spoke, then tore it off, holding it in front of him.
Orlando's eyes filled with tears. Thanks for looking after me, it read. Elijah and I will take care of each other from here.
"Okay," Orlando whispered as the door opened again, and he turned away to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. Elijah shot a questioning glance at Dom, who smiled, crumpling the note and tossing it in the bin. Orlando graced him with a watery smile and a kiss on the forehead before leaving.
Elijah lay down on the bed next to Dom, looking up at him with his blue eyes wide. "I know everything isn't going to be okay, you know. But it's better than it could've been," he explained, his arm draped over Dom's stomach. "I mean, it's better than it was." Dom just tightened his grip and watched Elijah's face, wondering if he would ever have to let go.
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