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Title: Reflections In the Rain
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes: Inspired by “Lark” by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anniesj.
Summary: The rain makes Dom remember
It rarely rained in Los Angeles. L.A. was all sun, skin and smiles. No matter how you really felt. Dom found it easy to get lost here. However, on those few rainy days, his mind could not keep Billy at bay.
Memories of rainy days in New Zealand and Scotland invaded his thoughts. Sitting on the floor listening to music or watching movies together. Even if they were filming in New Zealand, those rare rainy days took on a different feel. Dom liked the rain. Billy had always said it was comforting. Dom had never met anyone who liked the rain like he did till he met Billy. Then again, Dom had never met anyone like Billy.
It was Sunday afternoon, and Dom was home alone in his apartment. He stood at the window, his arms crossed across his chest, watching the rain slap the windowpane bringing Billy to life in his mind. Dom often remembered one specific rainy day in New Zealand.
They had the day off and were looking forward to surfing all day. Of course upon awaking, they discovered rain clouds and the promise of severe storms upon them. Dom had been angry, but Billy, in his unique Billy way, had calmed him. With an arm around Dom’s waist he had said, “No worries Dommie, we can still spend the day together. Come on, let’s listen to some music and talk about life.”
They had spent hours listening to different kinds of music, laughing, talking about their lives and sharing their dreams. At one point they were lying on the floor next to each other listening to Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Scarborough Fair’.
Dom watches his reflection in the window as he smiles and laughs at that particular memory. Billy, of course, knew all the words. Dom thought he knew all the words. Every time Dom would sing the wrong lyrics, Billy would giggle and hit him in the arm. Dom remembers intentionally making up lyrics just to hear Billy laugh and see him smile.
The smile leaves Dom’s face as his thoughts stray to the busy street below. The rain falls on a young couple who has huddled together while waiting for the bus. Dom watches as the young man pulls his jacket off and wraps it around the young lady.
As Dom looks up to the sky he thinks, “The rain will continue to fall you know. She will still get wet no matter how much you try to stop it. Billy will continue to fall farther in love with her no matter how hard I want him to stop.”
Dom closes his eyes as he feels the tears build behind his lids. He aches for the days of Billy/Dom. That was what the cast and crew had started to call them. They spent all their time together. Everyone knew if you saw one, the other was not far. The days when it was just them. Best mates. Before their faces become so well known. Before movie offers started rolling in, before he met her.
Dom walked away from the window and towards his stereo. He pulled out a few CDs that Billy had made for him before he moved to LA. He had not listened to any of them in a long time. It was too painful.
It had been months since he saw Billy. He could have seen him at the SAG Awards ceremony, but he had already committed himself to Elijah and Mardi Gras. He had hoped Billy would come to New Orleans with them, but he didn’t.
Dom found the CD he was looking for. He pushed it into the player and hit the play button. As the guitar strummed the first few notes of ‘Scarborough Fair’, Dom felt his breath being taken away. He instinctively raised his hand to push the stop button, but paused for moment. He desperately wanted to remember happy times with Billy. He pressed the repeat button, and walked back to the window.
He looked down at the couple at the bus stop. The young lady is laughing as the man is twirling her around. They are happy despite the rain. This brings a smile to Dom’s face. He hopes he can find a way to be happy despite the rain that is falling on his life. He runs his fingers through his hair, then presses his forehead to the glass. It is cool and comforting.
He never told Billy his true feelings. He knew Billy would never return them. He had settled for Billy’s complete friendship years ago. They had been inseparable in New Zealand. When filming wrapped, they were still together for premiers, interviews, photo shoots.
It had been over a year ago that Billy had told Dom he was seeing someone and she was very special to him. Dom just said he was happy for him, and shrugged it off. But then Billy started turning Dom down when he would suggest they go away for a week or so to go surfing or to just get away. Billy didn’t want to be away from her that long. Then Billy started bringing her to the award shows and celebrity functions. Pictures if them smiling in each other’s arms plastered the celebrity pages and internet.
Dom would ask Billy to come to LA and stay for a visit, and Billy would want to bring her. Dom was thankful her schedule had never allowed that. Dom liked her. She was sweet, beautiful and she made Bill happy. He hated himself for wanting to trade places with her. He hated that he loved Billy more than anything. He hated Billy for not loving him back.
Thunder abruptly drew Dom from his thoughts. He watched the young couple board the bus. As the bus slowly disappeared from Dom’s view he felt his heartache. Somehow that was how he saw Billy. Billy represented fun, laughter, closeness and love to Dom. Now that was slowly disappearing from Dom’s view. He rarely got a glimpse of that anymore.
“Perhaps Billy was placed into my life to show me what true happiness feels like so if I ever find it again I will recognize it,” Dom told himself. Dom looked around the streets and sidewalks of the rain soaked landscape that lay before him. He wondered if he would ever be that happy again. He wondered if Billy was that happy now.
Dom asked his reflection in the window, “Was he that happy before he met her and it was him and me?”
A knock at Dom’s door made him jump. He laughed to himself for being so lost in thought. He walked slowly to the door. He assumed it was Elijah. It would be like him to show unannounced. But when Dom opened the door, he saw his neighbor, Mrs. Phipps. She was an elderly widow lady who would watch Dom’s place if he was away. She would collect his mail and water his plants. She would even take care of his insect pets. He was amazed she actually liked them. She told him once she liked to watch them kill their prey and eat. He liked Mrs. Phipps.
“Hello, Mrs. Phipps. Please come in. What can I do for you?”
Mrs. Phipps held out an envelope to him. “No, sweetie, my stories are on, but I have been meaning to give this to you for days. Came in my mail this week. Must have been mixed up with all my catalogs! Come over later, I made a new batch of your favorite cookies.”
Dom took the envelope and watched her slowly walk back to her door. “Thank you,” he called out to her, “I’ll be by later for those cookies.”
He closed the door as he remembered her last batch of cookies. Without a doubt, she made the worst cookies he had ever tasted. But he so enjoyed listening to her talk about her life, he would eat too many as she reminisced about the ‘good old days’.
As Dom walked back to the living room, the room filled with ‘Scarborough Fair’ again. He looked down at the envelope. The return address was Scotland. The envelope was large and square in shape. Dom turned it over and noticed the inside flap had lifted some. It was foil lined. Dom had seen these before. Wedding invitations had a distinctive look and feel.
Dom turned it back over and read his name: Mr. Dominic Monaghan & Guest
Dom closed his eyes as a tear fell from his lashes onto the envelope; smearing his name.
Author: desire_billy
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG
Feedback: Please
Author's Notes: Inspired by “Lark” by
anniesj.
Summary: The rain makes Dom remember
It rarely rained in Los Angeles. L.A. was all sun, skin and smiles. No matter how you really felt. Dom found it easy to get lost here. However, on those few rainy days, his mind could not keep Billy at bay.
Memories of rainy days in New Zealand and Scotland invaded his thoughts. Sitting on the floor listening to music or watching movies together. Even if they were filming in New Zealand, those rare rainy days took on a different feel. Dom liked the rain. Billy had always said it was comforting. Dom had never met anyone who liked the rain like he did till he met Billy. Then again, Dom had never met anyone like Billy.
It was Sunday afternoon, and Dom was home alone in his apartment. He stood at the window, his arms crossed across his chest, watching the rain slap the windowpane bringing Billy to life in his mind. Dom often remembered one specific rainy day in New Zealand.
They had the day off and were looking forward to surfing all day. Of course upon awaking, they discovered rain clouds and the promise of severe storms upon them. Dom had been angry, but Billy, in his unique Billy way, had calmed him. With an arm around Dom’s waist he had said, “No worries Dommie, we can still spend the day together. Come on, let’s listen to some music and talk about life.”
They had spent hours listening to different kinds of music, laughing, talking about their lives and sharing their dreams. At one point they were lying on the floor next to each other listening to Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Scarborough Fair’.
Dom watches his reflection in the window as he smiles and laughs at that particular memory. Billy, of course, knew all the words. Dom thought he knew all the words. Every time Dom would sing the wrong lyrics, Billy would giggle and hit him in the arm. Dom remembers intentionally making up lyrics just to hear Billy laugh and see him smile.
The smile leaves Dom’s face as his thoughts stray to the busy street below. The rain falls on a young couple who has huddled together while waiting for the bus. Dom watches as the young man pulls his jacket off and wraps it around the young lady.
As Dom looks up to the sky he thinks, “The rain will continue to fall you know. She will still get wet no matter how much you try to stop it. Billy will continue to fall farther in love with her no matter how hard I want him to stop.”
Dom closes his eyes as he feels the tears build behind his lids. He aches for the days of Billy/Dom. That was what the cast and crew had started to call them. They spent all their time together. Everyone knew if you saw one, the other was not far. The days when it was just them. Best mates. Before their faces become so well known. Before movie offers started rolling in, before he met her.
Dom walked away from the window and towards his stereo. He pulled out a few CDs that Billy had made for him before he moved to LA. He had not listened to any of them in a long time. It was too painful.
It had been months since he saw Billy. He could have seen him at the SAG Awards ceremony, but he had already committed himself to Elijah and Mardi Gras. He had hoped Billy would come to New Orleans with them, but he didn’t.
Dom found the CD he was looking for. He pushed it into the player and hit the play button. As the guitar strummed the first few notes of ‘Scarborough Fair’, Dom felt his breath being taken away. He instinctively raised his hand to push the stop button, but paused for moment. He desperately wanted to remember happy times with Billy. He pressed the repeat button, and walked back to the window.
He looked down at the couple at the bus stop. The young lady is laughing as the man is twirling her around. They are happy despite the rain. This brings a smile to Dom’s face. He hopes he can find a way to be happy despite the rain that is falling on his life. He runs his fingers through his hair, then presses his forehead to the glass. It is cool and comforting.
He never told Billy his true feelings. He knew Billy would never return them. He had settled for Billy’s complete friendship years ago. They had been inseparable in New Zealand. When filming wrapped, they were still together for premiers, interviews, photo shoots.
It had been over a year ago that Billy had told Dom he was seeing someone and she was very special to him. Dom just said he was happy for him, and shrugged it off. But then Billy started turning Dom down when he would suggest they go away for a week or so to go surfing or to just get away. Billy didn’t want to be away from her that long. Then Billy started bringing her to the award shows and celebrity functions. Pictures if them smiling in each other’s arms plastered the celebrity pages and internet.
Dom would ask Billy to come to LA and stay for a visit, and Billy would want to bring her. Dom was thankful her schedule had never allowed that. Dom liked her. She was sweet, beautiful and she made Bill happy. He hated himself for wanting to trade places with her. He hated that he loved Billy more than anything. He hated Billy for not loving him back.
Thunder abruptly drew Dom from his thoughts. He watched the young couple board the bus. As the bus slowly disappeared from Dom’s view he felt his heartache. Somehow that was how he saw Billy. Billy represented fun, laughter, closeness and love to Dom. Now that was slowly disappearing from Dom’s view. He rarely got a glimpse of that anymore.
“Perhaps Billy was placed into my life to show me what true happiness feels like so if I ever find it again I will recognize it,” Dom told himself. Dom looked around the streets and sidewalks of the rain soaked landscape that lay before him. He wondered if he would ever be that happy again. He wondered if Billy was that happy now.
Dom asked his reflection in the window, “Was he that happy before he met her and it was him and me?”
A knock at Dom’s door made him jump. He laughed to himself for being so lost in thought. He walked slowly to the door. He assumed it was Elijah. It would be like him to show unannounced. But when Dom opened the door, he saw his neighbor, Mrs. Phipps. She was an elderly widow lady who would watch Dom’s place if he was away. She would collect his mail and water his plants. She would even take care of his insect pets. He was amazed she actually liked them. She told him once she liked to watch them kill their prey and eat. He liked Mrs. Phipps.
“Hello, Mrs. Phipps. Please come in. What can I do for you?”
Mrs. Phipps held out an envelope to him. “No, sweetie, my stories are on, but I have been meaning to give this to you for days. Came in my mail this week. Must have been mixed up with all my catalogs! Come over later, I made a new batch of your favorite cookies.”
Dom took the envelope and watched her slowly walk back to her door. “Thank you,” he called out to her, “I’ll be by later for those cookies.”
He closed the door as he remembered her last batch of cookies. Without a doubt, she made the worst cookies he had ever tasted. But he so enjoyed listening to her talk about her life, he would eat too many as she reminisced about the ‘good old days’.
As Dom walked back to the living room, the room filled with ‘Scarborough Fair’ again. He looked down at the envelope. The return address was Scotland. The envelope was large and square in shape. Dom turned it over and noticed the inside flap had lifted some. It was foil lined. Dom had seen these before. Wedding invitations had a distinctive look and feel.
Dom turned it back over and read his name: Mr. Dominic Monaghan & Guest
Dom closed his eyes as a tear fell from his lashes onto the envelope; smearing his name.
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Dom asked his reflection in the window, “Was he that happy before he met her and it was him and me?”
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But um... I don't get the ending. Invitation to Billy's wedding? Man I am so incredibly retarded! Please have pity on me and explain it?
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