fellowshippers | If I Die 3

Title: If I Die (Part3)

Author:dani_grl4

Pairing: Dom/Billy

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: So glad this isn’t true.

Feedback: It's my new addiction.

Warning: Angst. However, despite the title, there is no death.

Summary: Billy’s still missing and it's his POV.

A/N: Love and hugs to canciona

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Chapter 3 – Billy’s POV

Billy wakes up startled, with tears on his face, not for the first time in the past month. He’s had a nightmare again. The same nightmare he’s had for the previous three nights.

It’s nighttime but the moon is almost too bright to be real. He can see Dom, so clearly, standing at edge of the ocean. As Billy approaches him, overcome with relief at seeing him again, Dom starts to run into the water.

“Dom – wait!” Billy tries to yell but he can’t make a sound. He tries to run after Dom but his movements are set in slow-motion.

“Billy…I’m coming. We’ll be together now. Forever,” Dom says before he’s consumed by an eerily-silent wave.

“Dom, I’m right here! I’m here, please come back!” But Billy can no longer see him as he struggles to move into the water, his legs as heavy as lead.

Then Billy awakens. Always in the same part, always struggling to reach Dominic.

“Doesn’t take a bloody genius to figure out that dream, eh?” Billy sighs and says aloud himself.

He sits up as much as he can with the restraints on his wrists. Though he’s bound to the cheap metal headboard of the bed he actually has a bit of flexibility for moving without being too uncomfortable.

Billy tilts his head to his shoulder and wipes his tear-stained face on his shirt. It’s dark in his room but he can sense that it’s daytime from a tiny gap of light through the curtain on the tiny window to his right. The curtain is always shut, the room always dark. Billy thinks to himself how much worse his eyesight is going to be if he gets out.

When he gets out.

Billy can hear people moving around upstairs. Sometimes he can hear shouting but it’s never clear enough to make out the words. It’s the uncertainty of not knowing what’s going on that has him worried the most. He’s fed, watered and even allowed to shower occasionally and he supposed that was good. The isolation and loneliness are driving him crazy though. Knowing that his family and friends are, without doubt, worried and frantic makes him feel ill.

He wonders if there has been a ransom attempt. He wonders if anyone even knows he’s alive. So many questions with no answers. He wants to scream with frustration but he can’t, so instead his weary eyes fill with tears that don’t spill over because he’s tired of being a helpless victim.

Eventually he knows someone will bring him food but he wants to be alone now. The anger he feels at being tied up like an animal, only let out of his restraints to go to the toilet or shower, is too much at times. He’s afraid of saying something that might piss someone off and he definitely does not want to do that. Even though he’s lucky in some respects in that he isn’t being physically hurt (at the moment) he’s smart enough to recognise that this is not a game.

During the times he’s allowed out of bed, he is carefully blindfolded and brought to and from the bathroom by what feels like two men, but he can’t be sure. He’s definitely heard a female voice and he guesses there are three people in the house. The person who brings him food is a woman. She’s spoken to him, mainly to ask if he needs the toilet. Billy wants to memorize the sound of her voice. Given that he can barely see, he tries hard to listen to what’s going on around him, though without looking like he’s trying too hard. No one enters his room without covering their own face though, but Billy doesn’t think he would be able to make out any features, even if his eyes have become accustomed to the darkness in the room.

He’s told that if he tries any sudden moves, he will be shot, plain and simple. To illustrate this point he’d had what felt very much like a gun stuck in his back. Billy’s blood had run cold as he vowed to do whatever they said.

Billy leans his head back against the cold, metal headboard. He thinks about his dream and what it means. He knows Dom would be in a right state with him gone, not knowing where he is. He can’t be sure at all how much Dom, or anyone for that matter, knows about his situation. He suspects not very much because if there was a chance to get him back he knows his friends, his sister, would have moved Heaven and Earth by now. If they haven’t heard from anyone about his disappearance, well, that’s different. He tries to imagine how he would feel if Dom were missing for that long and he didn’t know where he was. As much as he hates to admit it, he knows he would assume Dom were dead because people don’t just walk away from lives they love to live alone. And people aren’t held hostage and pampered by nice people with good intentions. But Billy does not want to think of Dom giving up on him. Especially when he has every intention of going home.

“Bleeding Christ Dom, if you do anything stupid….” Billy whispers. He thinks about how much he’s loved that man for the better part of four years now. First as mates, then as lovers. He thinks about how lucky he was to be cast in Rings, how he never would have known Dominic otherwise. Dom would say that they were destined to be together, that even without the film they would have found their way to one another. Billy didn’t believe in fate until he met Dom. Now he knew it had to be true. He can’t imagine his life without that man.

The first time he told Dom he loved him had been after a usual Friday night pub crawl. Dom seemed so happy, not least of all due to the large quantities of alcohol he’d consumed. They’d been sleeping with each other for about 3 months and most of the cast and crew knew. Their friends had been happy for them, happy that they finally acted on their feelings which seemed obvious to everyone except the two people that mattered. Billy knew he was in love when he started getting jealous of Elijah’s usual theatrical demonstrations of friendly affection towards Dom.

“We’re just mates!”

He had a sad look in his eyes, but his head was held high. “You seem to have a connection with him, Dom, a bond.” Billy had waited until they got back home to bring it up.

“He’s a friend – that’s it! Billy, you have to believe me.” Dom had sobered up pretty quickly at Billy’s suggestion.

“Dom, we’ve never talked about being, you know – boyfriends. If you want to be with another man, if you want to be with Elijah, I can’t do anythi-”

Dom walked over to where Billy sat on the couch and kneeled in front of him. “Billy, it took me so long to find you, how could I mess that up, eh?

“Are you saying you’ve been trying to find me?” Billy smiled softly, despite himself.

Dom returned the smile. “Aye, my Billy – that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Billy rolled his eyes and groaned. “Not the whole fate-brought-us-together thing again?”

“Yep, it did. We’re meant to be together you know.” Dom sat next to him on the sofa and entwined his fingers with Billy’s.

Sitting next to him now, hearing his words made him feel silly for doubting Dom’s feelings. “What if I found you?” he asked, teasingly.

“But you didn’t, I found you.”

“But I made the first move!” Billy cried.

“First of all love, no you didn't. Second of all, I still found you first. I just had to wait for you to find your way to me.” Dom had a cocky grin on his gorgeous face.

“So you knew we were meant to be all along then?”

“Oh God, no. Not at first. Your fucking taste in music is atrocious.”

“You’re a right charmer, Dom, do you know that?”

“And you love me?” There was a slight look of vulnerability in Dom’s eyes, but the cocky grin was ever-present.

“And I love you.”

Billy closes his eyes and wonders if fate will be so kind as to help Dom find him once more.

If I Die 3

Chapter 3 – Billy’s POV

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