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Title: Protector

Author: HMC

Pairing: Monaboyd

Rating: PG-13 (angst, swearing, suicidal thingies)

A/N: I have recently turned a friend on to the glory that is Billy/Dom. I am so proud.

“You are his protector.”

It was a sentence that was repeated countless times by PJ when speaking about Merry and Pippin’s relationship. The first time he’d said it, was during a meeting with Dom. “You’ve spent your entire youth together. You’re friends, brothers, cousins, family. Essentially, you two cannot live without one another. Pippin is your life, and you are his protector.”

PJ was very passionate about the character histories of the Hobbits.

When Pippin frets and cries, “You’re hurt,” when they were the hostages of the orcs, Dom makes sure that Merry comes off as more concerned for his younger cousin’s feelings then he is about the gash in his head.

When Pippin is writhing on the floor in agony, as if his very soul is being violently ripped out through his fingertips, Dom’s expression is one of horror and fear. Dom repeats to himself, “your brother is hurting, your brother is hurting,” just to keep himself in the protector mindset.

“You are his protector.”

For the scene when Merry and Pippin must say goodbye to each other, Billy looks ready to fall apart. They’ve been filming for months and months now, Merry and Pippin’s relationship has been established and committed to memory a thousand times over. They both know how big a scene this is for their characters.

“Remember Dom, you’re his protector, and now he’s falling out of your reach.” PJ murmurs before the cameras roll, and he turns back to Billy, who’s got tears forming in his eyes.

It wasn’t too long before Dom started thinking of himself as Billy’s protector as well. Even though he was younger, Dom was still bigger than Billy, and the older man seemed to get himself hurt so easily. First, he broke his finger while surfing. Then he caught a flu while shooting the Mines of Moria. He’d sprained his ankle running across a field and severely bruised his ribs on top of a collection of bruises and cuts.

Dom was there every time, making sure his closest friend was all right.

He begun proudly toting himself as Billy’s guardian. Always able to make everything alright for his smaller Scottish friend. If Elijah had Sean, then Billy had him. Everything had worked out, and the hobbits would always be this impenetrable force. The ideal friendships between them would be envied by any and all who came across them.

Which is why when Dom walks into Billy’s trailer one Friday night, the situation he’s greeted with takes him completely off guard. Almost like the proverbial slap in the face that lets him know he’s really not as observant as he thought himself to be. That maybe he’s not as good a protector as Sean.

Because if he was really as helpful and observant as all that, wouldn’t he have seen this coming?

He didn’t say a word, couldn’t find the breath to make a sound.

“Leave me alone, Dominic.” Billy murmured, his words strung together almost unintelligibly. He sat on the floor cross-legged, back against the wall, his shirt half undone, sleeves rolled up, no shoes. Billy’s head was down, staring intently at what he held in his hands. He hadn’t even looked up, yet knew who was in his doorway instinctively.

“Bill, I.... I really don’t think I should.” He whispers. But he remained in the doorway.

“I don’t want you to see this.” Sadness. Laced with anger. And a complete lack of hope. “I’m fucked up inside. I won’t get better. You can’t fix it, and you should go, right now.” Billy sounded utterly defeated.

It broke Dom’s heart.

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to leave now.” Dom said gently, hoping it wouldn’t push his friend over whatever edge he was teetering on. “Will you invite me in?” Dom asked.

Billy finally looked up, red-tinged eyes blearily meeting Dom’s grey ones. “Why?”

“Cuz that would mean you want me in here, which means you don’t really want to do this. Because you know if I was here, nothing bad would happen to you.” He repeated that last sentence to himself over and over again, realizing that it didn’t matter that he hadn’t seen this coming. As long as he, Dominic Monaghan, was breathing, Billy would come to no harm.

But for a long time, Billy didn’t say anything. He just kept his gaze upon those god-awful things in his hands.

A slight nod, barely perceptible, but it was all Dom needed in terms of permission, and he stepped inside.

Slowly, Dom sat next to Billy, reaching a hand out and taking the bottle of liquor away from him.

Secondly, he took away the large bottle of little red pills that the hospital had given Billy for the pain when he broke his finger.

Billy started to cry, and buried his face in his hands.

And Dom was there to catch the tears as they fell, pulling his friend into an embrace that said everything that couldn’t be uttered.

“You are his protector....”

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