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Author: [livejournal.com profile] thuribrandybuck
Author's Email: Thuri at GypsyPyrates dot com
Website: http://www.in-the-shire-reckoning.com/
Pairing(s): Dom/Billy
Rating: Series is G -- NC-17.
Summary: Seperate Musings
Disclaimer: Yeah. This is sooooo not true.
Warning: AU
Authors Note: Yet another alternative universe. Sorry it's so short, but I wanted to get something out the door. Hopefully more soon, if I can get the muses to cooperate.
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen)




Billy pressed closer against Dom, squirming a little beneath the blankets. A full moon shone down across them, and Dom was snoring. And Billy? Was finding it endearing. Fuck, but he really had fallen for this human.

He sighed to himself, thinking it over. Should he? Go away with Dom, back to LA, to the world his lover had left? It was possible, he knew. There were mers who did it, if not often. Who left the sea, got themselves lives on land. He even knew where to go, within the village, to obtain the papers he'd need, the proof of existence . . .

But just because he knew he could do it, didn't mean he should. Even if it was only for a few weeks . . . Missing a night here and there he could explain, but not that much. And he did have responsibility, no matter how much he might wish he didn't. Besides, with this . . . Would Dom expect him to leave the ocean forever? To go and live as a human with him? Would he do it?

Billy feared very much that the answer to all his questions was yes. He simply wasn't sure he could deny Dom that, if he asked for it. Not when he could never ask Dom to do the same for him.

He squirmed again, one hand trailing across Dom's stomach, the muscles and skin, so dry . . . He'd done it to himself, hadn't he? Fallen in love with this man, this human, even if he hadn't meant to.

And now what? Where did that leave him? They belonged to two very, very different worlds, and . . . could they even hope to make a try of it? Even ignoring his duties, his world, could he live away from the ocean, just changing in the shower, or a swimming pool?

It wouldn't be the same. Might not even be enough to sustain him. How could he know, for sure? But Dom . . . the ocean-eyed lad had haunted him for so long, and now was in his arms. In his arms, and . . . he didn't want to give it--him--up.

Two weeks. Maybe . . . Maybe it would be worth it. He could explain it away, if he really, really had to. And Dom . . . Billy sighed, propping himself up a little to watch his lover sleep. Dom might be worth giving it all up for. "Love you, mo cridhe," he murmured, decision made. He could only hope it was the right one.


Dom's cell phone rang, the music tone somehow both angry and annoying. He fumbled for it in his sleep. "‘lo?"

"Dom!"

Dom groaned, turning over. "Lij. What?"

"So cheerful, Monaghan."

"It's five fucking am," Dom replied, after checking the clock. "Just like last time. What?"

"Just checking to see when you're flying in," Lij replied, with studied innocence.

Dom groaned. "I'm booking a flight later today. You know, when it's light outside. And my eyes are open."

"This guy coming with you?" Same deceptively innocent tone.

Dom pulled himself up a little more, but Billy was dead to the world. "I'm buying two tickets." Which wasn't really an answer, but . . .

"Oh. Good. So . . ."

"Two weeks, Lij," Dom promised with a sigh. "I'll be back in two weeks. And you can tell Astin, too, and get him off my back. So glad I decided to get away from it all . . ."

There was a short silence, in response to his sarcasm. "All right, Dom," Lij said at last, subdued. "I'll see you then, I expect. Enjoy your little vacation from reality."

Dom winced, as Lij hung up. And hauled himself into the bathroom, scrubbing his face with both hands and not daring to look in the mirror. Vacation from reality. Fuck, but that seemed a little too accurate. A little too likely. Even if Billy went back with him now . . . What kind of chance for a future did they have?

"A bird may love a fish, but where would they make a home?" he murmured, the quote coming to mind from somewhere. And wings he might lack, but Bills . . . "Shit."
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