spikessweetgirl (spikessweetgirl) wrote in fieldsofgold, @ 2009-01-07 10:56:00 |
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Present…
Elijah was tired. He was tired of well meaning friends. He was tired of concerned calls. He was tired of in-laws who wanted their share…but most of all…he was tired of being without Dom. The other half of his soul. Normally, he’d do something to take his mind off Dom. Something like jogging or going to the gym to work the gloomy thoughts out of his system. But not today. Today was more memories to sift through…to relive…more tears to fucking cry.
Fuck! He hated this! Why now? Why did Dom’s brother decided now was the time to mention some family heirlooms Dom had in his possession and if it would be ok if Elijah sifted through Dom’s personal items…not only that, but memories as well. It made Elijah angrier than he’s been in a long long time, not to mention more depressed. Right now, he was thinking Hannah was right. Matthew should come look himself…but then that would be laying the private memories he had with Dom out for all to see and he just couldn’t do that. So he’ll sit here and go through mountains of memories and just hope that the heartache wouldn’t kill him.
Sighing, Elijah sifted through another box and pulled out a small cylinder container. Opening it, he found a small wooden stick and his lips stretched into a smile as the memory came to him. He remembered this stick and the worry and laughter it had brought on. That little splinter was probably the reason Dom had fallen for him in the first place and for that he’d always be grateful. He picked up the journal that he had set to the side and read the entry of that day. Dom’s handwriting was messier than ever…but his voice had never sounded so clear:
The hobbits are nicely bonded now. Sean and Billy are like my brothers…Elijah…he’s something else entirely different…something much more…I fear that my fondness for the youngest member of our merry band is turning into much much more. But I shall not even whisper a word of it. I’m sure that he’s straight anyway, not to mention that he’s so innocent. If anything were to happen between us, and it didn’t work out…the guys would have my arse…but what if it did work out…ok. Strike that thought. In fact, strike the entry. Nothing’s going to happen between us. It’s just not meant to be…
But it was meant to be. Dom had taught him how to love and be loved in return. He had taught him how to set back and relax…to enjoy life while it lasted…he winced at the last part of that thought. Dom’s life. It hadn’t lasted very long at all. It was far too short.
His eyes fell back onto the clear cylinder that contained the splinter that had once pained Dom enough to scream bloody murder. Such a little thing and Dom had acted like someone had chopped off his foot . He leaned back, letting the memory take him in and send him back to that day…that day where he and Dom had reached a new understanding…
October 20, 1999
Elijah yawned as he stood against the tree, picking at a piece of string that he had found in his wig just a few minutes earlier. It had been an exhausting couple of months. Hobbit training, Stuart Townsend leaving, Viggo coming, and the endless filming…it was all starting to take a toll on Elijah. He was more careful about getting close to cast members now, just in case they leave. He was exhausted from waking up so early in the morning for fittings, and his ever increasing crush on Dom was driving him mad. Today they were filming the hobbits fleeing the Ring wraiths on the raft. So far, it’s been a whole lot of running and jumping and dodging, and he was ready to just go to bed and forget filming for a week. But instead, he’s leaning against a tree, trying to stay awake and listen to Peter’s instructions, which included more running, but this time with Merry in the lead and Frodo towards the back, lagging behind the others.
“Run like your lives depend on it, boys,” Peter instructed, moving back behind the camera. “Make so like if you miss the raft, you’ll die.”
Elijah nodded, getting in position, remembering to lag behind a bit, to make it seem like Frodo had to catch up. He glanced up ahead and felt the familiar heat raise to his feet when he spotted Dom, laughing at something Billy had said. His eyes caught Elijah’s and he winked.
“Will those two ever take this job seriously?” Sean whispered, watching Dom and Billy talk. “Honestly, how will we get anything done if they’re always goofing off?”
Elijah shrugged, feeling a surge of jealousy rush through him for what seemed like the hundredth time as he watched Dom squeeze Billy’s shoulder. Billy and Dom had hit it off right away and have been inseparable ever since. There was nowhere Dom went without Billy and nowhere Billy went without Dom. Usually, Elijah would be happy to see cast mates that got on so well, but with Dom and Billy it was different. If Dom was spending all his time with Billy, there would be no room for Elijah and that drove him crazy. This crazy crush was driving him insane…
“I don’t know,” Elijah sighed, looking away from the Dom-Billy show, a term he had come to use quite regularly. “I’m sure they’ll calm down enough to do the scene. They always do.”
“Ok guys! Let’s get moving!” Peter called out, still behind the camera.
Just like that, Dom and Billy’s laughter stopped and their faces were serious and in stern concentration. Elijah was astounded. How they managed that so quickly…well his respect for the brits have gone up a few notches now.
Dom was the first to go. He started off at a brisk pace, his expression tight and full of fright, as if he was running from something so horrible that he didn’t even want to think about it. He was just at the edge when he cried out in what sounded to be extreme pain and collapsed at the edge of the dock. Billy and Elijah were at his side immediately, while Sean stood over them, looking down in concern.
“What happened?” Sean asked.
“My foot!” Dom groaned, trying to step up, just to cry out again and collapse on the deck. Elijah felt his worry spike up to higher levels. Whatever was wrong, it was serious. Maybe the foot was broken? Or sprained? Maybe Dom would be forced to have it cut off…he shuddered at the thought of that. Silently he prayed for Dom. Please, Lord. Let him be alright…
“There’s something in there,” Billy looked closely at the foot. “We’re going to need some tweezers…”
Elijah winced at the mentioned of tweezers and took Dom’s hand in his unconsciously. He frowned when he noticed the sweat just pouring off Dom and how his boyish features were twisted in pain. “Fuck, Dom…it’ll be ok. Just hold my hand. We’ll get it out,” He tried to reassure Dom and himself as well, telling himself that it wasn’t as bad as it looked…that Dom would be fine.
“If feels like a large piece of metal or something,” Dom groaned. “Let me try to stand up…maybe…Ah!” He cried out again and was back on the deck. “Fuck…”
“Sean went off to get some tweezers. He should be back soon,” Billy nodded to where Sean had stood only a moment before. “Still paining ya, Dom?”
“What do you think?” Dom glared at his friend.
“Got them!” Sean called out moving through the people that had stare to crowd around the three hobbits.
“Allow me,” Peter took the tweezers and knelt in front of Dom’s injured foot.
“Hold my hand Dom,” Elijah tightened his grip, his eyes worried and his voice concerned. He ignored Billy’s knowing stare and light giggle. Obviously he just figured out that Elijah’s feelings for Dom went beyond friendship.
“Yeah. Hold on to Lij, Dom. He’ll take care of ya, yeah?” Billy smiled at his friend then winked at Elijah, who again blushed.
“Just get the bloody thing out please!” Dom squeezed his eyes shut, his hold on Elijah’s hand tightening as Peter went to get the splinter out.
“Ah, here we are!” Peter held up the tweezers closed against a tiny stick of wood, his eyes brimming with amusement.
Billy and Sean both blinked, but it was Billy who broke out in riotous laughter. “Blimey, is that what all that commotion was about? A tiny stick? Jesus, Dominic. Must have been a whopper to cause such a reaction…”
Dom sat there and glared, his face red with embarrassment. “It fucking hurt! Felt like a piece of metal or something,” he angrily replied, looking away from his friends. “It wasn’t in your foot now was it?”
“Well if it were, I wouldn’t have been all fainting dead away about it,” Billy continued to take the piss. “From all the moaning and sweating you did…I thought it was something gigantic! Not a wee little splinter!”
“Piss off,” Dom huffed.
Elijah in the meantime wasn’t as amused either. That splinter could have been something serious…it could have set up blood poisoning or something. He didn’t like seeing Dom be embarrassed like this. Besides, Dom was always taking up for him when Billy started taking the piss. Always coming to the rescue with a good natured smile and a soft whisper about british humor and not to take Billy too seriously, feeding him good come backs so he could hold his own. Now it was Elijah’s turn to return the favor.
“Not funny, Billy. We’re lucky that’s all it was. Accidents on movie sets happen everyday and it’s best to be prepared. Besides…that splinter wasn’t all that tiny and the ends of it looked to be really sharp. Dom was in real pain there. Besides, if it had been me, I would have been in fucking tears, man.”
Chastised, Billy’s laughter faded, but his face still showed signs of amusement, but the taking the piss out of Dom was over. “Still, rather pitiful, if I do say so myself.” With a wink, Billy pulled Sean and Peter off towards the banquet tables, leaving Dom and Elijah alone on the dock, sitting in silence, holding each other’s hands.
Elijah didn’t know what to say. He was too afraid to say anything or even look at Dom. He kept his eyes on the wooden planks of the dock, but kept his hands in Dom’s. It was Dom who broke the silence.
“Lijah..I…thank you…” Dom stammered, his hand tightening on Elijah’s, causing the younger man to look up into eyes that were full of an emotion he couldn’t yet name…eyes that were warm and smiling and saw only him. Somehow Elijah did know that things were about to change between Dom and himself. He didn’t know how or when, but they would and all Elijah had to be was ready for it when it happened…
Present…
Looking back, Elijah now knew the name of the emotion that was in Dom’s eyes that day. An emotion that Elijah had never seen directed at him but always at other people. What he had seen was the beginning of deep and all consuming love…a love that refused to die…even when one of them were in the grave…
Closing his eyes, he prayed for Dom…that he was watching over him…that his love would always surround Elijah in the coming days, because he knew that things were just going to get harder from here.