Good For What Ails you 3/?

Aug 28, 2006 00:44

Title: Good For What Ails you
Author: Phentalon Took
Email: rocket_launcher_rabbit2000@yahoo.co.uk
Pairing: Dommie/Elijah
Summary: Flashbacks to Dom and Lij getting together. Mwee.
Rating: PG (language)
Warning: Angst, character death, and me giving to impression I hate Elwood. I really don't!!
Feedback: Ooh that'd be very nice!!




Dom had no idea why he suddenly felt so touched by his image, maybe because they were driving in the same area, albeit in the the other direction. But whatever the reason, he was suddenly desperate to be back with Elijah, very conscious of the fact that he had not seen him in far too long and he would not be there forever. He was not usually this stupid. He was distracted (thankfully) by Todd beginning conversation again.

“God, I remember it, my daughter Sarah was watching TV in the other room and suddenly she was yelling, ‘Dad, dad, Dom Monaghan’s bin assasinated!’” He laughed. “She was always a drama queen. I rushed in and they’d cut to some news-room, going on about some incidents, and she was actually in tears.” He chuckled again. “She’s gonna spit teeth when I tell her you were in my cab!” They pulled up in his street. “Actually, buddy, I won’t charge for the ride, but could I have your name for her?” He grinned hopefully. Dom smiled back.

“Sure, you got a pen?” He scribbled on an old movie ticket, ‘Sarah, thanks for being a fan, look after your old man.’ Then he flourished his name, turned it over, wrote something else and handed it back. Todd read it and laughed. “Flip it.” It had his e-mail on the back. “If that’s all over the web by morning I’m gonna kick your arse.” Todd smirked, surprised by the guesture. He handed over a twenty. “But there’s not way I’m not paying.”

Elijah lay on the bed, tears clouding his eyes. It was going to kill Dom. He knew it. Conceated though it sounded, he knew it would destroy him. Piece by tiny piece. Just the same as him. It had been two years, to the month. It was not long enough, it was not fair. He remembered the very first time. At the wrap-party. Three years of filming, it was obviously going to be a huge affair. But no-one could have guessed at the garguntuan proportion Peter was planning. The biggest hotel in New Zealand, exclusive to them. It was almost ridiculous. Music was blaring in the ‘events hall’, as was plastered on the door. There was a massive dancefloor, more then enough seating around the edge and a long table with food the staff had spent all day preparing. There were a few speeches, Peter embarassing his young stars systematically one after another.
He danced with Liv for a while, and Cate. Every so often he caught sight of Dom, sitting alone and staring at him. It did not take a genius to work out something was wrong. Billy mentioned it a little later in the evening, when they were getting something to eat.

“So, what’s got Dom’s goat?”

“I have no idea.”

“Did you do anything to piss him off? That’d be a first!” He was not sure what was ment by the remark, whether Billy percieved Dom as a difficult person to annoy, which was true, but he had a feeling that his friend noticed the connection between Dom and him specifically.

“No. I don’t think so. Maybe.” Dom had been acting strangly for while, making sad excuses to get away from him, going faintly red in the process. “I’ll ask him.”

“You ain’t subtle, Lij, I’ll give you that.” Billy grinned. “Later.” Elijah walked purposefully across the room and plonked himself down next to Dom, who promptly stood up.

“What did I do?”

“Nothing, I gotta go to the loo.” He walked quickly away. Eljah followed.

“Sure you do. You’ve been avoiding me for ages. Whatever I did, I’m sorry”

“You didn’t do anything, and I’m not avoiding you.” They entered the quieter corridoor, leaving the laughter and music behind them.

“Well, there’s definitely something bothering you.”

“Well, yeah.” He felt he was finally getting somewhere.

“I knew it. What’s up?”

“I can’t say.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“Not this.”

“Give it a shot.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Just hint.”

“You ever wanted something and knew you weren’t supposed to have it?”

“Take my advice, don’t get another car.” He laughed, but Dom looked grim. “Okay, maybe not.”

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah, I really noticed.” They were in a silent, deserted corridor. Alcoves were slotted in along the walls, lit up by individual lights and filled with antique paintings and sculptures. They came to one that was empty and shadowed, the bulb hanging out of its holder. Dom went in and slumped against it until he was sitting on the floor. Elijah sat opposite and watched him.

“I’m in love.”

“That’s great!” He was very relieved and not very surprised. Dom had always been a little shy and nervous about relationships. “She know?”

“No.”

“Sure she’d like you, you’re great.”

“Thanks.” Dom looked slightly reassured.

“Do I know her?” Dom made a few non-commital noises in his throat. Elijah was perplexed.

“Well, what’s the problem?” There was a pattern emerging; He asked a question and Dom gave him an answer that did not really tell him anything.

“Well they, uh, don’t, you know, go that way…”

“Aww, man, that stinks.” He clapped a hand sympathetically on his shoulder. “She’s bent?”

“Uh, no. They’re not. That’s the problem.” He looked up. People say you can tell most about a person from their eyes. That was certainly true on this occasion. Even so, it took Elijah a few seconds took work out just what his friend was saying. He removed his hand.

“Oh. Uh, didn’t really see that one…coming. So, do I know…him?” Dom shuffled and looked at his shoes. “Billy? Viggo?”

“No…This is so much harder then I thought it would be.”

“Don’t worry about it. No-one worth listening to is gonna think any less of you. I know I don’t.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Think I’m some homophobic creep?”

“Course I don’t.” He lifted his head to find Dom was suddenly very close to him, but his mind seemed to be running several steps behind. Dom’s hand went to the wall by his head and he kissd him. All he could hear in his head was ‘Why aren’t I shocked and a bit grossed out?’ Then he realised. Because he did not mind. It was that simple. Well, maybe simple was not the word…

…”How long?”

“Huh?” Elijah jumped. Ian was standing right behind him. “I don’t know..What do you mean?” Ian eyed him knowingly. “How’d you know?”

“We’re not allowed to smoke in here, so I went off to find somewhere quiet.” He smiled. “How long?”

“Why?” Naturally, he felt very defensive, though in ordinary cicumstances he would have trusted Ian with any kind of secret. This was not ordinary. But he did know this father-figure could be trusted. “About ten minutes.” Ian chuckled.

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