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donnadevane.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-02-01 04:11 pm
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So, I present a fic most definitely inspired by Dom's Rolling Stone interview, which all of you are sure to have read by this point. Fic will also be posted in my fic journal next to the slash, though it's actually genfic. Comments welcome. Love you guys!
Title: You Have Several New Messages
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
donnadevane
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Gen
Notes: Set in the year long period between the end of LotR and the beginning of Lost, when Dom moved to LA and was unable to find work. Many thanks to Dom, Rolling Stone, and whoever invented the answering machine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All lies. Mostly. Any relation to actual events is purely coincidental. No profit being made. You know the drill.
Dedication: To Dom himself, for whom my respect was more than doubled after reading this piece. Also for the ladies from the the New Year's moot, who inspired me to write and linked me to the interview in the first place.
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. It’s Lij. Just calling to see how the new apartment’s working out. Oh, and to tell you that Orlando’s planning on throwing a house warming party, so you might want to childproof the whole thing. Anyway, give me a call and let me know what you’re doing. We should catch dinner sometime.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom! It’s me. Listen, I know I said I had to work, but it turns out they don’t need me this weekend. So, I called Viggo, and we’re going surfing Saturday. If you can remember how. Give us a call when you get in.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. Listen, I asked around, and I think I might’ve found something for you, if you’re interested. I think you will be. You should come by, and I’ll tell you about it. Call me, okay?”
Beep.
“Dom, it’s Elijah. Listen…I’m sorry the job didn’t work out, man. I really thought it was going to. I don’t know what happened. But I’ll keep looking, I promise. Let me know what’s up, all right? If anything changes, call me.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. We missed you at the party the other night. It was a good time; Viggo and Billy and Sean and everybody came, except Orli was still filming, so he couldn’t make it either. He called though, said to say hey. He’ll be back in a month or so, and then he wants to do a barbecue or something. Hope you’ll be there.”
Beep.
“Dom, it’s me. Listen, man…if you’re there, Billy and I are going out. I know you couldn’t come last time, but…Thought we’d get dinner at Woo Lae, if you’re interested. You should come. Call us, all right?”
Beep.
“Dom, are you there? It’s Lij. I haven’t heard from you in a while. Just…wanted to make sure you’re okay. Call me.”
Beep.
In the far corner of the living room, Dom snickers, coughs, and lights another joint. “Just peachy keen, man. Peachy fuckin’ keen.”
Title: You Have Several New Messages
Author:
donnadevaneFandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Gen
Notes: Set in the year long period between the end of LotR and the beginning of Lost, when Dom moved to LA and was unable to find work. Many thanks to Dom, Rolling Stone, and whoever invented the answering machine.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All lies. Mostly. Any relation to actual events is purely coincidental. No profit being made. You know the drill.
Dedication: To Dom himself, for whom my respect was more than doubled after reading this piece. Also for the ladies from the the New Year's moot, who inspired me to write and linked me to the interview in the first place.
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. It’s Lij. Just calling to see how the new apartment’s working out. Oh, and to tell you that Orlando’s planning on throwing a house warming party, so you might want to childproof the whole thing. Anyway, give me a call and let me know what you’re doing. We should catch dinner sometime.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom! It’s me. Listen, I know I said I had to work, but it turns out they don’t need me this weekend. So, I called Viggo, and we’re going surfing Saturday. If you can remember how. Give us a call when you get in.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. Listen, I asked around, and I think I might’ve found something for you, if you’re interested. I think you will be. You should come by, and I’ll tell you about it. Call me, okay?”
Beep.
“Dom, it’s Elijah. Listen…I’m sorry the job didn’t work out, man. I really thought it was going to. I don’t know what happened. But I’ll keep looking, I promise. Let me know what’s up, all right? If anything changes, call me.”
Beep.
“Hey, Dom. We missed you at the party the other night. It was a good time; Viggo and Billy and Sean and everybody came, except Orli was still filming, so he couldn’t make it either. He called though, said to say hey. He’ll be back in a month or so, and then he wants to do a barbecue or something. Hope you’ll be there.”
Beep.
“Dom, it’s me. Listen, man…if you’re there, Billy and I are going out. I know you couldn’t come last time, but…Thought we’d get dinner at Woo Lae, if you’re interested. You should come. Call us, all right?”
Beep.
“Dom, are you there? It’s Lij. I haven’t heard from you in a while. Just…wanted to make sure you’re okay. Call me.”
Beep.
In the far corner of the living room, Dom snickers, coughs, and lights another joint. “Just peachy keen, man. Peachy fuckin’ keen.”
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