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Title: While You Were Out
Author: Claire (thechaosdiva@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Summary: Dom and Billy find a way to pass the time during the break on the Treebeard set.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. All the actions of the people involved are created by me, and belong to me, because the actors involved didn't do it in real life. And until they say otherwise, which they won't, this is pure FICTION.
Feedback: if you're so inclined
Warnings: it's rated PG-13 for excessive cursing, and it's RPS
Notes: I would like to thank my beautiful beta reader BrieflyDel for her advice and for helping me to make this fic the best it could be.
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You know, the tree wasn't that bad if you thought about it.
Sure it was uncomfortable to sit in, and sure, he had to wear a harness, and sure, he had to react to a blue screen, but...okay, maybe the tree was that bad. Still, Dom thought, it could be worse. At least he had Billy to keep him company when everybody else left the soundstage for a break.
And that was another thing he hated about the tree. Everybody else got to go off and have a nice break and maybe some coffee or tea or whatever they liked getting, while he was stuck up in this tree so as not to ruin the shot.
Of course-
"God, I'm so bored."
-Billy was also stuck up here with him.
Dom sighed and leaned his head back against the branch. This wasn't anything new. They'd been filming the Treebeard scenes for quite a while now, and Dom had come to expect Billy's random outbursts. Whining about being bored was one of Billy's most frequent complaints. Dom closed his eyes in frustration.
"Me too, but you don't hear me complaining about it."
Billy didn't answer him. Instead, Dom heard a scuffle and a clinking noise. He craned his neck out and peered around the branch that was to be Treebeard's face.
"What are you doing?"
Billy glanced up at him from his lower branch.
"Getting rid of this damn harness," he explained, shooting Dom a Look that clearly said what else would I be doing, you dumbass, and he began to climb up to Dom's level.
Dom gave up trying to understand Billy. Okay, he thought, what is that fool doing? He's going to fall, and somehow it's going to be my fault. I don't know why, but it is, and...well...damn, I didn't know it was so easy to get out of these harnesses. Wish I'd thought of it.
"Hey, help me!"
Dom shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked. Billy was practically underneath him, stretching out his hand. Dom leaned over the side of the tree and grasped Billy's hand, yanking him up past the animatronic Treebeard face. As Dom pulled him up, Billy swung out his legs and rammed into the side of Treebeard's face. Dom was so startled he nearly dropped Billy.
"What the hell, Bill, if you break that they're going to roast us," he hissed, gripping Billy's hand more tightly.
"Oh, shut up," said Billy, "look, it's perfectly fine. And besides, if his nose was a bit squashed nobody would know; he's a damn tree."
"I ought to let go of you right now," seethed Dom. But instead he sighed, and with a final tug, Dom managed to hoist Billy up to the branch.
After a few moments of rearranging, both of them were sitting almost comfortably in the crook of the tree. However, there was one small problem.
"Bill, get your foot out of my face," said Dom, twisting around.
"You get your face out of my foot," Billy snapped, kicking Dom lightly.
Dom shoved back, and soon they had both gotten into quite a tussle. It was difficult fighting in the narrow confines of the tree, and both of them continuously had to grab onto the branches to avoid falling. As it is with scuffles, they succeeded in wrinkling their costumes and knocking Billy's wig askew. Dom was just about to lay the Mother of All Noogies into Billy's back, when he noticed the damage done to their characters' costumes.
"Shit," he gasped, hastily reaching out to adjust Billy's wig.
Billy swatted at Dom's hands. "What are you doing? Get away from my head."
Dom was in a panic. "Bill, the wig, oh god we're going to be skinned alive, shit shit shit, I gotta fix it."
Billy glared at him but sighed and leaned forward. "When did you become master of the wigs?" he mumbled.
"Never had one lesson," retorted Dom, fiddling with the wig as best he could.
After a few minutes, Dom sat back and surveyed his work. Billy's wig was once again secure, but the curls were all matted down and tangled. Dom leaned over and began to tousle them around Billy's face, trying to match the original look. In his haste, Dom accidentally grazed Billy's cheek with his hand.
"Hey, watch it, I bruise like a grape," joked Billy.
Dom sighed. He ran his hand over Billy's cheek, and rubbed it slightly.
"Better, oh whiney one?"
Dom expected Billy to snap at him, but a retort never came. Dom glanced at him, and was a bit surprised to see that Billy's face had lost most of its anger and frustration. He frowned.
"Bill, what's up?"
Billy froze. "Nothing, nothing at all, is the wig fixed?"
Dom nodded slowly. "Just let me straighten out this one thing, and then the fucker will look good as new."
He reached over to tuck a curl behind Billy's ear. As Dom lowered his hand, Billy's fingers curled around his wrist.
"What the fuck, Bill-" gasped Dom, stopping when he noticed the look on Billy's face.
Billy slowly let go of Dom's wrist, and sighed. Dom cradled his wrist and frowned.
"Bill, what is it?"
Billy sighed. "I've been a right bastard this whole time, haven't I?"
"Pretty much," agreed Dom, but Billy's expression told him that the sarcasm wasn't appreciated. "But I haven't been acting so great either," he added quickly.
Billy furrowed his brow and wrapped his arms around the tree, resting his forehead against the branch. Dom regretted his words and leaned over to drum his fingertips on Billy's shoulders. Billy turned to him.
"I've been a bastard and you've been nothing but agreeable this whole damn time up in this lousy tree," he sighed.
Dom shrugged. Billy inched over to him and wrapped his arms around Dom's shoulders.
"Thanks, Dom," said Billy, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss onto Dom's mouth.
Dom was in shock. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen. This startled Dom so much that he jerked backwards and found that the branch he was sitting on wasn't there anymore. But before he got a chance to scream, there was a sharp jolt, and Dom found himself floating in midair. Dom was sure his heart had stopped beating, and while he gasped for breath, it dawned on him what had broken his fall.
The harness.
"Dom!"
Dom looked up to see Billy peering over the branch, a shocked and panicked expression on his face.
"Hey, Bill," said Dom as he tried to regain his normal heartbeat again.
"Oh God," Billy moaned, clinging tightly to the branch, "I'm so sorry; are you okay?"
Dom swung back and forth. "I'm fine. I'm just...hanging out."
Billy groaned. "Even in the face of near death, you still have to come up with those horrible puns."
"But of course," Dom answered, still gleefully swinging in the air.
"Hey, Dom?"
"Yeah, Bill?"
Billy smirked down at him. "I promise to never kiss you and cause you to fall out of a tree again," he vowed.
Dom thought a moment. "Hey, Bill?"
"Yeah, Dom?"
"Next time, how about you do it when we're both on the ground?"
Billy blinked. It took a moment for what he'd said to register; then a slow grin spread across Billy's face. Dom blew him a kiss and went back to casually swinging.
When the crew returned from break, this was how they found them -- Dom swinging in midair and Billy clinging to the tree branch for dear life, both with mile-wide grins across their faces. Though the crew was curious (and admittedly amused), neither Billy nor Dom were willing to offer up a satisfactory explanation for what exactly had occurred during the break.
Author: Claire (thechaosdiva@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dom/Billy
Summary: Dom and Billy find a way to pass the time during the break on the Treebeard set.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. All the actions of the people involved are created by me, and belong to me, because the actors involved didn't do it in real life. And until they say otherwise, which they won't, this is pure FICTION.
Feedback: if you're so inclined
Warnings: it's rated PG-13 for excessive cursing, and it's RPS
Notes: I would like to thank my beautiful beta reader BrieflyDel for her advice and for helping me to make this fic the best it could be.
______________________
You know, the tree wasn't that bad if you thought about it.
Sure it was uncomfortable to sit in, and sure, he had to wear a harness, and sure, he had to react to a blue screen, but...okay, maybe the tree was that bad. Still, Dom thought, it could be worse. At least he had Billy to keep him company when everybody else left the soundstage for a break.
And that was another thing he hated about the tree. Everybody else got to go off and have a nice break and maybe some coffee or tea or whatever they liked getting, while he was stuck up in this tree so as not to ruin the shot.
Of course-
"God, I'm so bored."
-Billy was also stuck up here with him.
Dom sighed and leaned his head back against the branch. This wasn't anything new. They'd been filming the Treebeard scenes for quite a while now, and Dom had come to expect Billy's random outbursts. Whining about being bored was one of Billy's most frequent complaints. Dom closed his eyes in frustration.
"Me too, but you don't hear me complaining about it."
Billy didn't answer him. Instead, Dom heard a scuffle and a clinking noise. He craned his neck out and peered around the branch that was to be Treebeard's face.
"What are you doing?"
Billy glanced up at him from his lower branch.
"Getting rid of this damn harness," he explained, shooting Dom a Look that clearly said what else would I be doing, you dumbass, and he began to climb up to Dom's level.
Dom gave up trying to understand Billy. Okay, he thought, what is that fool doing? He's going to fall, and somehow it's going to be my fault. I don't know why, but it is, and...well...damn, I didn't know it was so easy to get out of these harnesses. Wish I'd thought of it.
"Hey, help me!"
Dom shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked. Billy was practically underneath him, stretching out his hand. Dom leaned over the side of the tree and grasped Billy's hand, yanking him up past the animatronic Treebeard face. As Dom pulled him up, Billy swung out his legs and rammed into the side of Treebeard's face. Dom was so startled he nearly dropped Billy.
"What the hell, Bill, if you break that they're going to roast us," he hissed, gripping Billy's hand more tightly.
"Oh, shut up," said Billy, "look, it's perfectly fine. And besides, if his nose was a bit squashed nobody would know; he's a damn tree."
"I ought to let go of you right now," seethed Dom. But instead he sighed, and with a final tug, Dom managed to hoist Billy up to the branch.
After a few moments of rearranging, both of them were sitting almost comfortably in the crook of the tree. However, there was one small problem.
"Bill, get your foot out of my face," said Dom, twisting around.
"You get your face out of my foot," Billy snapped, kicking Dom lightly.
Dom shoved back, and soon they had both gotten into quite a tussle. It was difficult fighting in the narrow confines of the tree, and both of them continuously had to grab onto the branches to avoid falling. As it is with scuffles, they succeeded in wrinkling their costumes and knocking Billy's wig askew. Dom was just about to lay the Mother of All Noogies into Billy's back, when he noticed the damage done to their characters' costumes.
"Shit," he gasped, hastily reaching out to adjust Billy's wig.
Billy swatted at Dom's hands. "What are you doing? Get away from my head."
Dom was in a panic. "Bill, the wig, oh god we're going to be skinned alive, shit shit shit, I gotta fix it."
Billy glared at him but sighed and leaned forward. "When did you become master of the wigs?" he mumbled.
"Never had one lesson," retorted Dom, fiddling with the wig as best he could.
After a few minutes, Dom sat back and surveyed his work. Billy's wig was once again secure, but the curls were all matted down and tangled. Dom leaned over and began to tousle them around Billy's face, trying to match the original look. In his haste, Dom accidentally grazed Billy's cheek with his hand.
"Hey, watch it, I bruise like a grape," joked Billy.
Dom sighed. He ran his hand over Billy's cheek, and rubbed it slightly.
"Better, oh whiney one?"
Dom expected Billy to snap at him, but a retort never came. Dom glanced at him, and was a bit surprised to see that Billy's face had lost most of its anger and frustration. He frowned.
"Bill, what's up?"
Billy froze. "Nothing, nothing at all, is the wig fixed?"
Dom nodded slowly. "Just let me straighten out this one thing, and then the fucker will look good as new."
He reached over to tuck a curl behind Billy's ear. As Dom lowered his hand, Billy's fingers curled around his wrist.
"What the fuck, Bill-" gasped Dom, stopping when he noticed the look on Billy's face.
Billy slowly let go of Dom's wrist, and sighed. Dom cradled his wrist and frowned.
"Bill, what is it?"
Billy sighed. "I've been a right bastard this whole time, haven't I?"
"Pretty much," agreed Dom, but Billy's expression told him that the sarcasm wasn't appreciated. "But I haven't been acting so great either," he added quickly.
Billy furrowed his brow and wrapped his arms around the tree, resting his forehead against the branch. Dom regretted his words and leaned over to drum his fingertips on Billy's shoulders. Billy turned to him.
"I've been a bastard and you've been nothing but agreeable this whole damn time up in this lousy tree," he sighed.
Dom shrugged. Billy inched over to him and wrapped his arms around Dom's shoulders.
"Thanks, Dom," said Billy, as he leaned in to press a soft kiss onto Dom's mouth.
Dom was in shock. He hadn't expected anything like that to happen. This startled Dom so much that he jerked backwards and found that the branch he was sitting on wasn't there anymore. But before he got a chance to scream, there was a sharp jolt, and Dom found himself floating in midair. Dom was sure his heart had stopped beating, and while he gasped for breath, it dawned on him what had broken his fall.
The harness.
"Dom!"
Dom looked up to see Billy peering over the branch, a shocked and panicked expression on his face.
"Hey, Bill," said Dom as he tried to regain his normal heartbeat again.
"Oh God," Billy moaned, clinging tightly to the branch, "I'm so sorry; are you okay?"
Dom swung back and forth. "I'm fine. I'm just...hanging out."
Billy groaned. "Even in the face of near death, you still have to come up with those horrible puns."
"But of course," Dom answered, still gleefully swinging in the air.
"Hey, Dom?"
"Yeah, Bill?"
Billy smirked down at him. "I promise to never kiss you and cause you to fall out of a tree again," he vowed.
Dom thought a moment. "Hey, Bill?"
"Yeah, Dom?"
"Next time, how about you do it when we're both on the ground?"
Billy blinked. It took a moment for what he'd said to register; then a slow grin spread across Billy's face. Dom blew him a kiss and went back to casually swinging.
When the crew returned from break, this was how they found them -- Dom swinging in midair and Billy clinging to the tree branch for dear life, both with mile-wide grins across their faces. Though the crew was curious (and admittedly amused), neither Billy nor Dom were willing to offer up a satisfactory explanation for what exactly had occurred during the break.