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fox_confessor) wrote2008-11-25 06:39 pm
fox_confessor) wrote2008-11-25 06:39 pm
Entry tags:
Ficlet: bb/dm (lotrips)
Pairing: bb/dm
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Dominic had told Billy that he'd be there when Billy woke up and though it's obviously cost him, he hadn't lied. At the sight of him, Billy struggles through the haziness of whatever medication's been pumped from the iv bag hanging above his head and through his veins, and watches, as his eyes clear, as Dominic looks down and takes several breathes, the first, it seems, in days, before he raises his head again to meet Billy's eyes.
"Don't---" Billy has to clear his throat before he can force the words out, his voice scratchy from disuse. He can't stand the pain he sees etched on Dominic's face, worse than the ache that goes through his body whenever he tries to move. "Don't start with me, Monaghan. I feel like shite."
"That's a step up, at least, from how you look."
Dominic's smile seems to hold more of a scold than humor but both are gone just as quickly as they've come. For a moment, Billy sees Dominic as he had been when they'd both been in the water after a monster wave had washed them over the side. He would have died, he knows, without Dom having the grace of God to grab the line thrown them both even as he'd hung onto Billy's hand. Should be dead.
"Don't think about it," Dominic whispers and by the time Billy's come back to him, he has to wonder if Dominic's spoken at all.
"When I get on my feet, I'm going someplace warm. Where they serve you drinks with umbrellas in them."
"You'll probably need someone to take care of you." Dominic finds his eyes growing wet and blinks several times in rapid succession. "Again," he says, and his voice sounds thick and heavy.
"Fuck off, Monaghan." But Billy is reaching for him and Dominic grabs his hand, remembering how it had almost slipped from his grip.
"I thought I lost you," he says, forcing the words out between tight lips.
"I thought I lost myself."
"You can't do that again. Not--Jesus." Dominic pulls the sleeve of his sweater over his hand and wipes at his face. He laughs hard and sharp, knowing he's the last person who should ever give Billy a lecture about being cautious. "So, where were you thinking? Bermuda?"
"Further south. As far as we can go. Someplace where we can stretch out on the sand. Someplace where it never gets cold."
"Is that an invitation?"
"If you want it to be."
Dominic nods and swipes at his eyes again. "I need to go back on duty."
"Will you come back?"
"Yeah. I'll bring a razor if you want."
"You have a bit of scruff, too." Billy chances to pull his hand from Dominic's and rub his fingers over Dominic's chin.
"I'll shave before I come."
"Don't."
They both fall silent and still as a nurse backs into the infirmary, pulling a cart in behind her and Billy drops his hand back onto his bed. Dominic fusses with the blanket for a moment, trying but failing to ignore her when she stops at the foot of Billy's bed. When there's nothing left to do, Dominic nods again, then stands. At the door, he turns again, watching for a moment as the nurse helps Billy to sit up. The deep well of fear that had lodged in his chest from the moment they had been pulled back onto the deck of the HM Coast Guard cutter and Billy had lain lifeless dissipates some but in its place comes the knowledge of the change in their relationship--the weight of it almost as overwhelming as the wave that had almost killed them both.
Note: 01) Picture attached was supplied by
kiltsandlollies and served as inspiration. 
Dominic had told Billy that he'd be there when Billy woke up and though it's obviously cost him, he hadn't lied. At the sight of him, Billy struggles through the haziness of whatever medication's been pumped from the iv bag hanging above his head and through his veins, and watches, as his eyes clear, as Dominic looks down and takes several breathes, the first, it seems, in days, before he raises his head again to meet Billy's eyes.
"Don't---" Billy has to clear his throat before he can force the words out, his voice scratchy from disuse. He can't stand the pain he sees etched on Dominic's face, worse than the ache that goes through his body whenever he tries to move. "Don't start with me, Monaghan. I feel like shite."
"That's a step up, at least, from how you look."
Dominic's smile seems to hold more of a scold than humor but both are gone just as quickly as they've come. For a moment, Billy sees Dominic as he had been when they'd both been in the water after a monster wave had washed them over the side. He would have died, he knows, without Dom having the grace of God to grab the line thrown them both even as he'd hung onto Billy's hand. Should be dead.
"Don't think about it," Dominic whispers and by the time Billy's come back to him, he has to wonder if Dominic's spoken at all.
"When I get on my feet, I'm going someplace warm. Where they serve you drinks with umbrellas in them."
"You'll probably need someone to take care of you." Dominic finds his eyes growing wet and blinks several times in rapid succession. "Again," he says, and his voice sounds thick and heavy.
"Fuck off, Monaghan." But Billy is reaching for him and Dominic grabs his hand, remembering how it had almost slipped from his grip.
"I thought I lost you," he says, forcing the words out between tight lips.
"I thought I lost myself."
"You can't do that again. Not--Jesus." Dominic pulls the sleeve of his sweater over his hand and wipes at his face. He laughs hard and sharp, knowing he's the last person who should ever give Billy a lecture about being cautious. "So, where were you thinking? Bermuda?"
"Further south. As far as we can go. Someplace where we can stretch out on the sand. Someplace where it never gets cold."
"Is that an invitation?"
"If you want it to be."
Dominic nods and swipes at his eyes again. "I need to go back on duty."
"Will you come back?"
"Yeah. I'll bring a razor if you want."
"You have a bit of scruff, too." Billy chances to pull his hand from Dominic's and rub his fingers over Dominic's chin.
"I'll shave before I come."
"Don't."
They both fall silent and still as a nurse backs into the infirmary, pulling a cart in behind her and Billy drops his hand back onto his bed. Dominic fusses with the blanket for a moment, trying but failing to ignore her when she stops at the foot of Billy's bed. When there's nothing left to do, Dominic nods again, then stands. At the door, he turns again, watching for a moment as the nurse helps Billy to sit up. The deep well of fear that had lodged in his chest from the moment they had been pulled back onto the deck of the HM Coast Guard cutter and Billy had lain lifeless dissipates some but in its place comes the knowledge of the change in their relationship--the weight of it almost as overwhelming as the wave that had almost killed them both.