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Title: Push
Pairing: BB/EW
Author: mikiyuu/bilijah_fangirl/me :P
Rating: PG - FLUFF (but a decent amount of Billy swearing)
Notes: This fic is based on characters from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ladsofthering. It's a small little Christmas offering for all the other Bilijah fangirls out there! I don't write often, so it's probably not too wonderful and I had no beta, so there may be mistakes, but I hope you all like it. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!!!
Disclaimer: I don't know/own/control/etc these people. Don't sue me! :O
Feedback: PLEASE! I'll never get any better without it!
Everytime I look at you, the world just melts away
Billy opened his still sleep covered eyes, a smile crossing his face as he takes in the scene before him. Elijah has spread himself across the bed and is currently purring happily in his sleep. Billy wants to wake him so desperately. It's Christmas morning and he can't wait to give Elijah his present. But he doesn't dare disturb him. Instead, he's reminded of all the reasons he's so madly in love with Elijah.
All my troubles, all my fears, dissolve in your affections
The moment Billy heard about Elijah going into the hospital, he'd hopped the first plane out of Glasgow to Los Angeles. He'd been sitting on the plane for 15 fucking hours, his stomach in tight knots and he ran over the conversation he'd had with Dom, grasping at straws to figure out what was wrong. He tried to remember how Elijah looked the last time he'd seen him. He didn't look sick. But something was wrong or he wouldn't be in the fucking hospital. Billy
tore up a small piece of paper in his pocket repeatedly, until it was next to nothing. He hadn't taken a moment to pack, so as soon as the plane had docked, he ran out to Dom's waiting car. As far as they knew now, Elijah's appendix had burst. Nothing life threatening, but serious enough for him to be kept in the hospital a while. As soon as they reached the door to Elijah's wing, Billy lept out of the car, bolting for the first elevator. Even though it wasn't fatal, he was still paranoid. What if there was an infection? What if something went wrong? What if he was going to lose Elijah? What did doctors know anyways. Billy never trusted them. He reached Elijah's floor and ran down the hallways, much to the dismay of the candy stripers and nurses. Room 713. He threw the door open and tears came to his eyes. Elijah looked up at him from the television screen in dazed amusement. "Wanna play Vice City?". And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
Billy had been hesitant about having Elijah come with him. He'd never brought anyone but Maggie with him and even then, he usually prefered to go alone. It was his time to let go. He didn't have to be strong for anyone when he was with his parents. He could let down those walls he'd spent so many years carefully building up. But he felt he should bring Elijah, if just this once. Their hands tightly entwined, they walked between the tablets of stone and marble, until Billy came to a stop. Elijah gripped his hang tighter, giving him silent strength as Billy introduced his parents to the man he loved. And they placed down the bouquet of wildflowers. Elijah decided it best to give Billy a few moments alone. He walked off, admiring the beautiful headstones and trees, feeling a little hesitant about when he should return. He didn't want to disturb Billy right now. After half an hour he figured it safe to return. As he approached the tombstone he found Billy crouched over, his head resting on the cool grass, tears streaming down his now pale cheeks. Elijah bent down and simply held him as he wept, saying nothing. He never brought the moment up again. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
Billy's been stuck in the damn bed for days. He should have listened to Sarah and not been trying to show off on the snowboard. But when had Billy ever been able to not show off if the opportunity presented itself? And now he'd gone and broken his leg. Now, while everyone else was out enjoying themselves on the slopes, he was stuck in this bloody bed. He'd already checked out all the stations, read all the magazines, done all the crosswords. He'd even contemplated writing a novel, just out of sheer boredom. It could be called "Being Stuck in a Bed - The trials and tribulations of William Boyd." Harper-Collins would jump all over it. He tossed gently, trying to get comfortable, though it was nearly impossible with a giant hunk of plaster around your leg. Just when he'd given up hope of ever being entertained again, the door swung open. In walked wee Elijah, bogged down with various electrical appliences and bags. Billy looked at him bemusedly.
"First," proclaimed Elijah "we're going to watch The Family Man, and before you protest, I already know you love his movie as much as I do. Which is why I brought some tissue." He pulled the disk and kleenex from one bag. "Then I thought maybe we'd play some Smash Brothers because I still need to avenge Link's tragic death off the edge of the castle. Then maybe we could watch some Black Adder, because by god one day I'll fucking understand British humour, even if it kills me!"
Before Billy could even get a single word in, the DVD player was hooked up and Elijah was lying on the bed, next to him, the opening credits already rolling. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
You stay the course, you hold the line, you keep it all together.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in.
You're all the tings that I desire, you save me, you complete me.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe.
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe. No matter what I say or do, 'cause you're too good to fight about it
Billy'd been driving around half the night, fuming mad. Elijah'd blown him off. He'd thought the night was pretty important, but apparently he wasn't worth the damn time. Fuck it. Fuck Elijah. He was too childish for these childish antics. If Elijah couldn't be bothered with him, then he couldn't be bothered with Elijah, right? He stormed into the apartment he'd been sharing with Dom and Lij. Dom peered up from his magazine, instantly noting that Billy was fucking pissed about something. He decided it best to just stay out of his war path at the moment. Billy walked into his bedroom, slamming the door so hard it rattled the few pictures lazily nailed to the walls. He whipped his suede jacket into a chair and flopped himself onto the bed when he heard a small voice behind the door.
"Billy?"
"Sod off Elijah!"
The door opened slightly and a little, bespectabled head produced itself in the crack.
"Ah said sod off and ah bloody meant it Elijah. Ye couldnae e'en bother te show up tonight?"
Elijah's face dropped. He'd passed out and didn't wake up until an hour ago. He'd completely forgotten when he woke up. He fucked up - big time.
"Yer so feckin irresponsible Elijah. Ah waited fer an hour and a half fer ye and ye dinnae e'en show up or call or anehthin. Just get the 'ell out!"
Defiantly, Elijah walked towards the bed.
"Get out, Elijah!"
He didn't budge.
"ELIJAH!!! GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Nothing. Elijah sat down on the edge of the bed. Billy wanted to smack him across the face. How dare he? Who the fuck did he think he was?
"I'm sorry Billy. I fell asleep but that's no excuse for breaking plans with you. I had forgotten and you're right, it was irresponsible of me. I should have atleast called or set an alarm or something. I'm sorry I dissapointed you, and I'm sorry I wasted your night. I'm sorry."
He lay his head down onto Billy's leg, hugging it between his hands in a gesture of apology. Billy's anger began to dissolve as he looked down at the adorable little creature clinging to his leg, with small tears forming in his eyes. Damn Elijah. Billy'd never been able to stay mad at him for more than a couple of minutes, even when he tried his best. Billy ran his hand across Elijah's hair, stroking it gently and assuring him it was alright without uttering a word. Elijah crawled up the bed, snuggling himself into the crook of Billy's arm, an arm draped loosely around Billy's waist. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
Even when I have to push, just to see how far you'll go. You won't stoop down to battle but you'll never turn to go
It was day 397 of filming. Billy's feet felt as if someone had filled his feet with ice cubes. His back ached terribly and his head was pounding as if someone had decided to use his brain as their own personal drum kit. If he had to get pelted in the head with one more sodding apple he was going to personally shove each and every apple thrown down Viggo's throat. The first 5 times were funny, the ten that followed were not so much. They'd just broken for lunch and all Billy craved was some bloody quiet. He didn't want to listen to Dom's miraculous recovery from the splinter of steel or Pete's yammering about the intricasies of creating demons on a home computer. He just wanted to be miserable and cranky and alone right now. As soon as he'd filled his lunch plate he stormed off towards his car, drawing several confused looks. Billy was usually the life of lunch time. They exchanged glances and then went back to their business. Billy locked the door, feeling relieved to finally shut the world out. He was seriously questioning his decision to do this project. He was only two thirds done and he was mentally and physically exhausted. He was crusty and cranky and couldn't bear the thought of one more foor application. He closed his eyes, trying to persuade the ever persistant headache to leave him alone, if only for one minute, when he heard a soft rapping at the windows. With a snort of absolute annoyance, Billy opened his eyes to see Elijah, beckoning him to unlock the passenger door. Rolling his eyes almost to the roof, he obliged, letting the hobbit in.
"What do ye want Elijah?"
"You okay? It's not like you to eat alone."
"Ah'm fine. Off with ye."
Elijah looked at him, concerned.
Billy snorted, growing more annoyed. "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, so please just go."
"I don't believe you."
"Ah dunnae want te be around anehone right now."
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
"You're lying"
"Fuck, Elijah. Go away. This isn't the time."
"What is it? Something's been going on."
"Ah'm sick of this. Ah'm sick of the feet, and the cold, and everehone. Ah'm sick of eatin from a caterin truck and Dom's bloodeh stories and the smell of Astin's meatball subs. Ah'm sick of listening te Peter and Viggo discuss lightin techniques and ah'm fuckin sick of yer constant questions. Now leave meh alone!"
"You're just tired."
"And yer fuckin annoyin!"
Billy thought maybe he'd gone too far with that one. He scanned Elijah's face for a reaction and braced himself for a punch he knew he would deserve. Elijah showed no signs of anger or hostility. He simply took a deep breath, and smiled sincerely, and softly.
"When we're done we'll go back to my place and I'll fix you a hot Toddy, or a scotch on the rocks. We'll put on some jazz and you can just take it easy. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be there, or we can just sit and listen to music and unwind."
Billy looked at Elijah, completely bemused. It was almost as if he'd just aged ten years. Billy completely forgot he was talking to a 19 year old. His face relaxed into a smile. And he remembered why he loved Elijah.
There are times I can't decide, when I can't tell up from down.
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay
Sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day
Billy finally sat up, caressing the side of his sleeping love's face. Everything he'd ever wanted was right infront of him, and he couldn't imagine ever being happier in his life. It couldn't be possible. He gently josteled Elijah.
"Sweetie, it's time to wake up."
Elijah grunted and swatted at Billy. After carefully eluding the hand's wrath, he picked it up off the matress, kissing it softly before getting out of bed, allowing Elijah a couple more hours of sleep.
"Merry Christmas, love."
You stay the course, you hold the line, you keep it all together.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in.
You're all the tings that I desire, you save me, you complete me.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe.
Pairing: BB/EW
Author: mikiyuu/bilijah_fangirl/me :P
Rating: PG - FLUFF (but a decent amount of Billy swearing)
Notes: This fic is based on characters from
ladsofthering. It's a small little Christmas offering for all the other Bilijah fangirls out there! I don't write often, so it's probably not too wonderful and I had no beta, so there may be mistakes, but I hope you all like it. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!!! Disclaimer: I don't know/own/control/etc these people. Don't sue me! :O
Feedback: PLEASE! I'll never get any better without it!
Everytime I look at you, the world just melts away
Billy opened his still sleep covered eyes, a smile crossing his face as he takes in the scene before him. Elijah has spread himself across the bed and is currently purring happily in his sleep. Billy wants to wake him so desperately. It's Christmas morning and he can't wait to give Elijah his present. But he doesn't dare disturb him. Instead, he's reminded of all the reasons he's so madly in love with Elijah.
All my troubles, all my fears, dissolve in your affections
The moment Billy heard about Elijah going into the hospital, he'd hopped the first plane out of Glasgow to Los Angeles. He'd been sitting on the plane for 15 fucking hours, his stomach in tight knots and he ran over the conversation he'd had with Dom, grasping at straws to figure out what was wrong. He tried to remember how Elijah looked the last time he'd seen him. He didn't look sick. But something was wrong or he wouldn't be in the fucking hospital. Billy
tore up a small piece of paper in his pocket repeatedly, until it was next to nothing. He hadn't taken a moment to pack, so as soon as the plane had docked, he ran out to Dom's waiting car. As far as they knew now, Elijah's appendix had burst. Nothing life threatening, but serious enough for him to be kept in the hospital a while. As soon as they reached the door to Elijah's wing, Billy lept out of the car, bolting for the first elevator. Even though it wasn't fatal, he was still paranoid. What if there was an infection? What if something went wrong? What if he was going to lose Elijah? What did doctors know anyways. Billy never trusted them. He reached Elijah's floor and ran down the hallways, much to the dismay of the candy stripers and nurses. Room 713. He threw the door open and tears came to his eyes. Elijah looked up at him from the television screen in dazed amusement. "Wanna play Vice City?". And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
Billy had been hesitant about having Elijah come with him. He'd never brought anyone but Maggie with him and even then, he usually prefered to go alone. It was his time to let go. He didn't have to be strong for anyone when he was with his parents. He could let down those walls he'd spent so many years carefully building up. But he felt he should bring Elijah, if just this once. Their hands tightly entwined, they walked between the tablets of stone and marble, until Billy came to a stop. Elijah gripped his hang tighter, giving him silent strength as Billy introduced his parents to the man he loved. And they placed down the bouquet of wildflowers. Elijah decided it best to give Billy a few moments alone. He walked off, admiring the beautiful headstones and trees, feeling a little hesitant about when he should return. He didn't want to disturb Billy right now. After half an hour he figured it safe to return. As he approached the tombstone he found Billy crouched over, his head resting on the cool grass, tears streaming down his now pale cheeks. Elijah bent down and simply held him as he wept, saying nothing. He never brought the moment up again. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
And when I fall you offer me a softer place to land
Billy's been stuck in the damn bed for days. He should have listened to Sarah and not been trying to show off on the snowboard. But when had Billy ever been able to not show off if the opportunity presented itself? And now he'd gone and broken his leg. Now, while everyone else was out enjoying themselves on the slopes, he was stuck in this bloody bed. He'd already checked out all the stations, read all the magazines, done all the crosswords. He'd even contemplated writing a novel, just out of sheer boredom. It could be called "Being Stuck in a Bed - The trials and tribulations of William Boyd." Harper-Collins would jump all over it. He tossed gently, trying to get comfortable, though it was nearly impossible with a giant hunk of plaster around your leg. Just when he'd given up hope of ever being entertained again, the door swung open. In walked wee Elijah, bogged down with various electrical appliences and bags. Billy looked at him bemusedly.
"First," proclaimed Elijah "we're going to watch The Family Man, and before you protest, I already know you love his movie as much as I do. Which is why I brought some tissue." He pulled the disk and kleenex from one bag. "Then I thought maybe we'd play some Smash Brothers because I still need to avenge Link's tragic death off the edge of the castle. Then maybe we could watch some Black Adder, because by god one day I'll fucking understand British humour, even if it kills me!"
Before Billy could even get a single word in, the DVD player was hooked up and Elijah was lying on the bed, next to him, the opening credits already rolling. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
You stay the course, you hold the line, you keep it all together.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in.
You're all the tings that I desire, you save me, you complete me.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe.
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe. No matter what I say or do, 'cause you're too good to fight about it
Billy'd been driving around half the night, fuming mad. Elijah'd blown him off. He'd thought the night was pretty important, but apparently he wasn't worth the damn time. Fuck it. Fuck Elijah. He was too childish for these childish antics. If Elijah couldn't be bothered with him, then he couldn't be bothered with Elijah, right? He stormed into the apartment he'd been sharing with Dom and Lij. Dom peered up from his magazine, instantly noting that Billy was fucking pissed about something. He decided it best to just stay out of his war path at the moment. Billy walked into his bedroom, slamming the door so hard it rattled the few pictures lazily nailed to the walls. He whipped his suede jacket into a chair and flopped himself onto the bed when he heard a small voice behind the door.
"Billy?"
"Sod off Elijah!"
The door opened slightly and a little, bespectabled head produced itself in the crack.
"Ah said sod off and ah bloody meant it Elijah. Ye couldnae e'en bother te show up tonight?"
Elijah's face dropped. He'd passed out and didn't wake up until an hour ago. He'd completely forgotten when he woke up. He fucked up - big time.
"Yer so feckin irresponsible Elijah. Ah waited fer an hour and a half fer ye and ye dinnae e'en show up or call or anehthin. Just get the 'ell out!"
Defiantly, Elijah walked towards the bed.
"Get out, Elijah!"
He didn't budge.
"ELIJAH!!! GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Nothing. Elijah sat down on the edge of the bed. Billy wanted to smack him across the face. How dare he? Who the fuck did he think he was?
"I'm sorry Billy. I fell asleep but that's no excuse for breaking plans with you. I had forgotten and you're right, it was irresponsible of me. I should have atleast called or set an alarm or something. I'm sorry I dissapointed you, and I'm sorry I wasted your night. I'm sorry."
He lay his head down onto Billy's leg, hugging it between his hands in a gesture of apology. Billy's anger began to dissolve as he looked down at the adorable little creature clinging to his leg, with small tears forming in his eyes. Damn Elijah. Billy'd never been able to stay mad at him for more than a couple of minutes, even when he tried his best. Billy ran his hand across Elijah's hair, stroking it gently and assuring him it was alright without uttering a word. Elijah crawled up the bed, snuggling himself into the crook of Billy's arm, an arm draped loosely around Billy's waist. And Billy remembered why he loved Elijah.
Even when I have to push, just to see how far you'll go. You won't stoop down to battle but you'll never turn to go
It was day 397 of filming. Billy's feet felt as if someone had filled his feet with ice cubes. His back ached terribly and his head was pounding as if someone had decided to use his brain as their own personal drum kit. If he had to get pelted in the head with one more sodding apple he was going to personally shove each and every apple thrown down Viggo's throat. The first 5 times were funny, the ten that followed were not so much. They'd just broken for lunch and all Billy craved was some bloody quiet. He didn't want to listen to Dom's miraculous recovery from the splinter of steel or Pete's yammering about the intricasies of creating demons on a home computer. He just wanted to be miserable and cranky and alone right now. As soon as he'd filled his lunch plate he stormed off towards his car, drawing several confused looks. Billy was usually the life of lunch time. They exchanged glances and then went back to their business. Billy locked the door, feeling relieved to finally shut the world out. He was seriously questioning his decision to do this project. He was only two thirds done and he was mentally and physically exhausted. He was crusty and cranky and couldn't bear the thought of one more foor application. He closed his eyes, trying to persuade the ever persistant headache to leave him alone, if only for one minute, when he heard a soft rapping at the windows. With a snort of absolute annoyance, Billy opened his eyes to see Elijah, beckoning him to unlock the passenger door. Rolling his eyes almost to the roof, he obliged, letting the hobbit in.
"What do ye want Elijah?"
"You okay? It's not like you to eat alone."
"Ah'm fine. Off with ye."
Elijah looked at him, concerned.
Billy snorted, growing more annoyed. "What?"
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, so please just go."
"I don't believe you."
"Ah dunnae want te be around anehone right now."
"Is that it?"
"Yes."
"You're lying"
"Fuck, Elijah. Go away. This isn't the time."
"What is it? Something's been going on."
"Ah'm sick of this. Ah'm sick of the feet, and the cold, and everehone. Ah'm sick of eatin from a caterin truck and Dom's bloodeh stories and the smell of Astin's meatball subs. Ah'm sick of listening te Peter and Viggo discuss lightin techniques and ah'm fuckin sick of yer constant questions. Now leave meh alone!"
"You're just tired."
"And yer fuckin annoyin!"
Billy thought maybe he'd gone too far with that one. He scanned Elijah's face for a reaction and braced himself for a punch he knew he would deserve. Elijah showed no signs of anger or hostility. He simply took a deep breath, and smiled sincerely, and softly.
"When we're done we'll go back to my place and I'll fix you a hot Toddy, or a scotch on the rocks. We'll put on some jazz and you can just take it easy. If you need someone to talk to, I'll be there, or we can just sit and listen to music and unwind."
Billy looked at Elijah, completely bemused. It was almost as if he'd just aged ten years. Billy completely forgot he was talking to a 19 year old. His face relaxed into a smile. And he remembered why he loved Elijah.
There are times I can't decide, when I can't tell up from down.
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm okay
Sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day
Billy finally sat up, caressing the side of his sleeping love's face. Everything he'd ever wanted was right infront of him, and he couldn't imagine ever being happier in his life. It couldn't be possible. He gently josteled Elijah.
"Sweetie, it's time to wake up."
Elijah grunted and swatted at Billy. After carefully eluding the hand's wrath, he picked it up off the matress, kissing it softly before getting out of bed, allowing Elijah a couple more hours of sleep.
"Merry Christmas, love."
You stay the course, you hold the line, you keep it all together.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in.
You're all the tings that I desire, you save me, you complete me.
You're the one true thing I know I can believe.
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Billy looked at Elijah, completely bemused. It was almost as if he'd just aged ten years. Billy completely forgot he was talking to a 19 year old. His face relaxed into a smile. And he remembered why he loved Elijah. ::sniff:: just beautiful
Also I bow to your dialectical writing, I always try for it but usually fail. :)
Oh, and one more thing: WHOO-HOO..another Afterglow fic!! That album was made..made..for songfic!! :::doddles on a 'Trainwreck' BB/DM::
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So many of the Afterglow songs work well for fics. I've got a couple more that are stirring in my brain. I'm not a big Monaboyd girl (Bilijah all the way!), but I'd like to read your fic if you can link it ^_^ Thanks for the comment! <3 <3