Good For What Ails You 9/?
Title: Good For What Ails you
Author: Phentalon Took
Email: rocket_launcher_rabbit2000@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Dommie/Elijah
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Sorry about the horrible cliffhanger, but at least I haven't disappeared. Now, for every uphill, there must be a downhill. Make that cliff-face.
Warning: Angst, character death, and me giving to impression I hate Elwood. I really don't!!
Feedback: Ooh that'd be very nice!!
PS: I'm rather proud of all these previews, despite making a new one for every chapter, which was mildly daft ;)
He felt insane and desperate, hardly aware of Billy pulling him away, his voice in the phone ‘we need an ambulance. Pills. No he’s still breathing.’ The medics and ride in the ambulance were a senseless blur. He sat, immobile, by the bed where Elijah lay, oxygen being pumped inside him. After hours (or days) of sitting, his body could take no more, hand still wrapped in Elijah’s, resting his forehead on it to sleep.
He awoke to feel someone stroking his hair. He raised himself blearily, and saw Elijah gazing at him. He was still alive. Despite how hard he tried. Dom suddenly felt anger.
“Lij, why would you do that?” He sounded like a child, but he could not hide the hurt that was there for reasons unknown to him.
“You said you couldn’t watch me anymore, that you were hurting. I didn’t want to make you hurt anymore…”
“Lij, you are always going to make me hurt. That’s the price of loving someone like I love you.” Tears inflated in Elijah’s eyes and he sniffed.
“I’m sorry…” But Dom shushed him and held his hand hard between both his own. There they sat for hours, in silence.
Billy watched from outside the window of the IC. Elijah seemed more at peace with what was happening to him. So did Dom. But he wasn’t. So he stood outside the hospital, and had a very long conversation with Viggo on his mobile. But something Viggo mentioned (in passing, he found it unimportant) made him even more aggravated. After saying his goodbyes, he ran upstairs, had quick words with Dom, then back outside, jumped straight into his car and made for the coastal road.
“Excuse me.” The elderly woman turned from her cart as Billy addressed her.
“Good morning.” She smiled. “What would you like?”
“A few months back, did you talk to a guy early one morning, he was probably upset, then two others came looking for him? It sounds stupid, but do you remember?” Her smile never faltered.
“Yes, a troubled boy sat on the rock all night.” She gestured to the beach. “I think he needed to talk with someone.” Billy was relieved.
“Oh good. This is going to sound ridiculous, but something doesn’t fit. The odds of Elijah and Viggo stopping to ask you where he went, after him talking to you. He looked up, feeling daft. But she gave a slight nod and her expression said ‘you’re on the right track’ and seeing as even he didn’t know what track he was on, it freaked Billy out a little. “There’s just something… weird.”
“I can tell you just one thing.” She said slowly, turning the stir the open vat with a long spoon. “For everyone who dies, there is a life. Someone in your life is going to die.” Billy felt terribly let down. He knew this already.
“I do not know who.”
Billy knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The air in his car was choking him even though the window was letting rushes of wind in as he sped back towards the hospital. Why was he so terrified? She was clearly just some mad old woman. Why was she suddenly the be all and end all of the happenings in their lives? He was being so stupid, yet he couldn’t convince himself to stop. He stepped up the speed just a little further.
The moment he pulled up in the hospital car park, he knew something was wrong. Orlando was sitting on a bench, shaking, and looking traumatised. Viggo had his arm around him and was trying to make him sip the hot drink in his hands, which shook. Billy smacked a hand hard on the inside of the windscreen. No! Elijah was fine when he’d left, he’d been gone for ten minutes!
Viggo got out a cell phone and dialled. Billy’s own cheerful little ring tone sounded from its holder beside him. He grabbed the phone, got out, and ran to his friends. Orlando stood shakily and Billy skidded to a halt.
“Billy, I, I’m sorry…” There was now no doubt, Orli was not just upset: He was grieving. “I can’t believe it, I was standing right there, he, and it just came at him…” That did not sound right.
“What?” Viggo coughed, trying to make his tight voice work.
“Bill, uh, Dom and Orlando, came out to use their phones, and this kid on a motorbike was joyriding round the car park, and he skidded, and…” He trailed off.
“He was right there…” Orlando’s voice was distant and quiet as he pointed to the pavement in front of them. “We were talking, then brakes were screeching, he didn’t even have time to look scared. He was just… gone. It smashed him all the way into the wall.”
“Orlando, stop it. You’re upsetting yourself.” Viggo gently sat him back down, as his legs had begun to shake. It would stay with him forever; the image of one of his best friends trapped between the roaring chunk of metal and the wall, head bent back, chest crushed, blood dripping from his nose, phone in hand…
“He was ringing you, Billy.” This was too much for him, and he dashed back to his car, ignoring Viggo’s cries for him to stop.
Chapter1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chap 10
Author: Phentalon Took
Email: rocket_launcher_rabbit2000@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Dommie/Elijah
Rating: PG (language)
Summary: Sorry about the horrible cliffhanger, but at least I haven't disappeared. Now, for every uphill, there must be a downhill. Make that cliff-face.
Warning: Angst, character death, and me giving to impression I hate Elwood. I really don't!!
Feedback: Ooh that'd be very nice!!
PS: I'm rather proud of all these previews, despite making a new one for every chapter, which was mildly daft ;)
He felt insane and desperate, hardly aware of Billy pulling him away, his voice in the phone ‘we need an ambulance. Pills. No he’s still breathing.’ The medics and ride in the ambulance were a senseless blur. He sat, immobile, by the bed where Elijah lay, oxygen being pumped inside him. After hours (or days) of sitting, his body could take no more, hand still wrapped in Elijah’s, resting his forehead on it to sleep.
He awoke to feel someone stroking his hair. He raised himself blearily, and saw Elijah gazing at him. He was still alive. Despite how hard he tried. Dom suddenly felt anger.
“Lij, why would you do that?” He sounded like a child, but he could not hide the hurt that was there for reasons unknown to him.
“You said you couldn’t watch me anymore, that you were hurting. I didn’t want to make you hurt anymore…”
“Lij, you are always going to make me hurt. That’s the price of loving someone like I love you.” Tears inflated in Elijah’s eyes and he sniffed.
“I’m sorry…” But Dom shushed him and held his hand hard between both his own. There they sat for hours, in silence.
Billy watched from outside the window of the IC. Elijah seemed more at peace with what was happening to him. So did Dom. But he wasn’t. So he stood outside the hospital, and had a very long conversation with Viggo on his mobile. But something Viggo mentioned (in passing, he found it unimportant) made him even more aggravated. After saying his goodbyes, he ran upstairs, had quick words with Dom, then back outside, jumped straight into his car and made for the coastal road.
“Excuse me.” The elderly woman turned from her cart as Billy addressed her.
“Good morning.” She smiled. “What would you like?”
“A few months back, did you talk to a guy early one morning, he was probably upset, then two others came looking for him? It sounds stupid, but do you remember?” Her smile never faltered.
“Yes, a troubled boy sat on the rock all night.” She gestured to the beach. “I think he needed to talk with someone.” Billy was relieved.
“Oh good. This is going to sound ridiculous, but something doesn’t fit. The odds of Elijah and Viggo stopping to ask you where he went, after him talking to you. He looked up, feeling daft. But she gave a slight nod and her expression said ‘you’re on the right track’ and seeing as even he didn’t know what track he was on, it freaked Billy out a little. “There’s just something… weird.”
“I can tell you just one thing.” She said slowly, turning the stir the open vat with a long spoon. “For everyone who dies, there is a life. Someone in your life is going to die.” Billy felt terribly let down. He knew this already.
“I do not know who.”
Billy knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The air in his car was choking him even though the window was letting rushes of wind in as he sped back towards the hospital. Why was he so terrified? She was clearly just some mad old woman. Why was she suddenly the be all and end all of the happenings in their lives? He was being so stupid, yet he couldn’t convince himself to stop. He stepped up the speed just a little further.
The moment he pulled up in the hospital car park, he knew something was wrong. Orlando was sitting on a bench, shaking, and looking traumatised. Viggo had his arm around him and was trying to make him sip the hot drink in his hands, which shook. Billy smacked a hand hard on the inside of the windscreen. No! Elijah was fine when he’d left, he’d been gone for ten minutes!
Viggo got out a cell phone and dialled. Billy’s own cheerful little ring tone sounded from its holder beside him. He grabbed the phone, got out, and ran to his friends. Orlando stood shakily and Billy skidded to a halt.
“Billy, I, I’m sorry…” There was now no doubt, Orli was not just upset: He was grieving. “I can’t believe it, I was standing right there, he, and it just came at him…” That did not sound right.
“What?” Viggo coughed, trying to make his tight voice work.
“Bill, uh, Dom and Orlando, came out to use their phones, and this kid on a motorbike was joyriding round the car park, and he skidded, and…” He trailed off.
“He was right there…” Orlando’s voice was distant and quiet as he pointed to the pavement in front of them. “We were talking, then brakes were screeching, he didn’t even have time to look scared. He was just… gone. It smashed him all the way into the wall.”
“Orlando, stop it. You’re upsetting yourself.” Viggo gently sat him back down, as his legs had begun to shake. It would stay with him forever; the image of one of his best friends trapped between the roaring chunk of metal and the wall, head bent back, chest crushed, blood dripping from his nose, phone in hand…
“He was ringing you, Billy.” This was too much for him, and he dashed back to his car, ignoring Viggo’s cries for him to stop.
Chapter1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chap 10