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perfect-oasis.livejournal.com) wrote in
fellowshippers2004-03-01 08:28 pm
Broken
Title: Broken
Author: The Phantom Writer
silentnumbsmoke
Pairing: BB/DM... sorta.
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: Love with a Dommie on top?
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: Spark word fic! The spark word was 'broken,' (my title's really original, isn't it? Oh well. I feel that it fits the story.) and I wrote it in 13 minutes.
'Tis angsty! Of course. What else can you expect from a spark word like that?
Anyway... enjoy!
It happened again. He took me and broke me. He’s done it so many times, I wonder why I keep returning to him. It’s stupid, I know, but… It’s all about love. What else can I say about that? I used to think I was in love with him. I used to believe that he loved me as well. But, when anything we do is termed as ‘screwing around’ rather than making love or making out, it seems to me that he doesn’t see it as love.
I wonder if he ever did.
I wonder if it ever was love, even on my account. Did I love him? Had I ever loved him? Yes, I decide firmly. He used to kiss my eyelids to wake me up in the mornings – I loved him then. Waking up to his breath and kisses was the best thing I could ever imagine.
Then, when he began to stray, so did my mind. I stayed at home, waiting for his return, but I had to force myself not to think of where he was and what he was doing… or who he was doing.
He strayed to other men and perhaps a few women. My mind strayed to my best mate. Billy.
That’s when I would look back on all the times Billy and I hung out, all the laughs we shared, and I began to remember times when his hand would graze over my arm. I had felt a tingle run through my body, but I overlooked it, dismissing the feeling as a cold wind or the fact that I was getting the flu. But now I remember. Remember everything that, since I had been in this relationship, my unconscious had forced me to ignore.
Now every touch exchanged between Billy and me is darting through my mind, and I can’t forget it.
And suddenly, I don’t feel like I’m in a relationship. Yes, Elijah may still scowl and pinch the back of my neck if he catches me ‘gazing’ at pictures of Billy and myself, but… he gives me nothing other than a guilty conscience (that I don’t deserve) and dark bruises (which I feel are highly uncalled for).
I jump to my feet and begin to pace, biting my lip as I create a plan in my mind. I’ll rush to the airport, buy the first seat possible on a plane to Glasgow, and go to visit my Billy. Tell him everything. Even if he doesn’t want anything more than a friendship, I know he’ll look past my confession and hold me until the tears are dried. Then, I’ll start over. Start over in a new relationship. With Billy.
As quickly as my mind starts rolling with ideas, it stops abruptly, and I collapse onto the sofa, my knees buckling. As much as I want to, I can’t leave Elijah, with his pinching fingers and his cursing lips. I would have nowhere to go.
Because, as much as I feel the need to escape, I must look at it reasonably.
Why would Billy want me? I’m broken.
Broken things don’t always mend.
Author: The Phantom Writer
Pairing: BB/DM... sorta.
Pairing: PG-13
Feedback: Love with a Dommie on top?
Disclaimer: This isn't real. Nope, not so much.
Notes: Spark word fic! The spark word was 'broken,' (my title's really original, isn't it? Oh well. I feel that it fits the story.) and I wrote it in 13 minutes.
'Tis angsty! Of course. What else can you expect from a spark word like that?
Anyway... enjoy!
It happened again. He took me and broke me. He’s done it so many times, I wonder why I keep returning to him. It’s stupid, I know, but… It’s all about love. What else can I say about that? I used to think I was in love with him. I used to believe that he loved me as well. But, when anything we do is termed as ‘screwing around’ rather than making love or making out, it seems to me that he doesn’t see it as love.
I wonder if he ever did.
I wonder if it ever was love, even on my account. Did I love him? Had I ever loved him? Yes, I decide firmly. He used to kiss my eyelids to wake me up in the mornings – I loved him then. Waking up to his breath and kisses was the best thing I could ever imagine.
Then, when he began to stray, so did my mind. I stayed at home, waiting for his return, but I had to force myself not to think of where he was and what he was doing… or who he was doing.
He strayed to other men and perhaps a few women. My mind strayed to my best mate. Billy.
That’s when I would look back on all the times Billy and I hung out, all the laughs we shared, and I began to remember times when his hand would graze over my arm. I had felt a tingle run through my body, but I overlooked it, dismissing the feeling as a cold wind or the fact that I was getting the flu. But now I remember. Remember everything that, since I had been in this relationship, my unconscious had forced me to ignore.
Now every touch exchanged between Billy and me is darting through my mind, and I can’t forget it.
And suddenly, I don’t feel like I’m in a relationship. Yes, Elijah may still scowl and pinch the back of my neck if he catches me ‘gazing’ at pictures of Billy and myself, but… he gives me nothing other than a guilty conscience (that I don’t deserve) and dark bruises (which I feel are highly uncalled for).
I jump to my feet and begin to pace, biting my lip as I create a plan in my mind. I’ll rush to the airport, buy the first seat possible on a plane to Glasgow, and go to visit my Billy. Tell him everything. Even if he doesn’t want anything more than a friendship, I know he’ll look past my confession and hold me until the tears are dried. Then, I’ll start over. Start over in a new relationship. With Billy.
As quickly as my mind starts rolling with ideas, it stops abruptly, and I collapse onto the sofa, my knees buckling. As much as I want to, I can’t leave Elijah, with his pinching fingers and his cursing lips. I would have nowhere to go.
Because, as much as I feel the need to escape, I must look at it reasonably.
Why would Billy want me? I’m broken.
Broken things don’t always mend.

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He pushed him away? When?!
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So something did happen then. Wonder if it was just them mucking around? I'm not reading too much into this but Dom did look a bit subdued on the night - especially when the four were on stage with PJ for the last award. Regardless of the slash, I hope they're still friends.
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I think I've seen what you're talking about. Dom starts fingering Billy's jaw and Billy says (I think) "Get off" and pushes his hand away. I have a clip of it but I don't know where I got it.
I'll try and find out if you want me too.
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Did you hear PJ say that LOTR's was an ANZAC effort? Yay PJ :-) Where is Oz are you? I'm in Sydney. Are you going to the convention in Canberra?
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*coughs*
I'll try and find that clip now...
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When I come back I'll report on everything I saw, smelt and touched (and hopefully pashed :-)
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*sniffs unhappily* I found that link. It is only out of the goodness of my heart that I'm giving it to you, since I am horribly jealous and residing in a very green place of jealousy.
http://madbrilliant.com/vidspam/hobbitsredcarpet.wmv
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I'm sorry I made you sad about the convention but I promise I'll make a good representation and tell him that all the LJ girls love him (and his fingers, and his smile, and cheekiness.....) If it's any consolation, I love Dom but would gladly crawl over broken glass to get near the others too.
I wuv you, please don't hate me ;-)
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Make sure you touch him for me!
Touch grab scare stalk hee hee hee *evil cackle*
*coughs*
Oh, and reassure him we're saner than we seem. By the end of that convention he'll be a little iffy on that fact.
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And... I didn't see the thingie when Billy pushed Dommie away, either, but I was directed to a clip. Here, lemme find it for ya'... *rifles through web addresses, then gasps* ...aww, she took it off her livejournal! Hmm... Well, I saved it to my computer. Alas, I have no idea how to put it here, so, if you have AIM, IM me (TheLaurafulOne or IAmTheMightyFrog), and I'll see if I can figure out how to send it to you... or something. ;)