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May. 25th, 2004 | 01:42 pm
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posted by: semaphore27 in monaboyd

Author: Semaphore
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: PG-13 Language.
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it and no one feels fine. The world of Lotrips mingles with Stephen King’s The Stand.
Feedback: longed for and appreciated. So many thanks to all who've commented so far!
Disclaimers: This is entirely fictional. No disrespect intended. The people involved belong to themselves. The Stand was written by Stephen King. As I should have said long before, the title, and the piece of "The Hollow Men" quoted here come from T.S. Eliot. Also quotes from Tolkien and Shakespeare.
Previous chapters and other writings can be found at: Caraidean



This Is the Way the World Ends, Chapter 12

“I kinda hate to wake them up,” Sean says, his tone pure bitterness disguised as humour. He looks, at this point, old enough to be either Dom’s or Elijah’s father, the flesh of his face sagging, deep lines round his mouth and eyes. Billy’s never seen someone age so quickly, as if twenty years or more have fallen on him overnight. “Especially Lij. Hey, Bill, why don’t we just fall apart too? Make it a party out of it?”

“Dom hasn’t fallen apart,” Billy says, keeping his tone neutral. Sean doesn’t need him to sit in judgment. Despite his rapid aging, Sean looks solid still, but there’s a hard, sharp darkness in his eyes. Billy doesn’t think he’s come anywhere near to acknowledging what the loss of Christine, and the girls, means to him.

“Yeah, I know. I know, Bill. None of this is Dom’s fault. Hell, I don’t think I could handle myself that well. Not so sick, and in the dark.” Sean takes in a big breath, puffs out his cheeks, lets out the breath in a huff. “Do you think this place has a generator?”

“I think we should get them into a room, and then we’ll go see.”

“You’re okay with leaving Lij alone with Dom?” Sean asks. “If he freaks out…”

“I think Dom’s able to handle him better than we can, just now.” Billy leans back against the headrest. He’s so tired now, and his arm aches and burns. It would be very easy just to allow the patter of rain on the roof lull him into sleep.

In the distance, Mt. Shasta glows. It’s early enough in the summer that there’s still a good frosting of snow, and even in the slackening rain it shines whiter than white beneath the moon, and Billy can’t help but smile at the sight. At least something in this new world remains beautiful.

Mt. Shasta, he thinks, looks exactly the way a mountain ought to look, like something from a picture postcard--though he didn’t choose a place to stay by the view, he chose it because of all the lodgings in the area, the Shasta Inn is a bit off the beaten track, without being too very isolated. Also because there weren’t many abandoned cars in the car park, which meant (he guesses) not too many of the dead.

Billy can’t imagine dying someplace like this--some anonymous hotel--and he hopes they can find a room or a suite where the bodies aren’t too near. He’s glad of the fresh mountain air; unlike some of the places they’ve gone through, there’s nothing unpleasant carried on the wind.

“When we get inside,” Sean says. “You’ll let me look at that arm, Bill?”

Billy flexes it—good thing Elijah wasn’t using too high a calibre pistol, and the bullet had already slowed, ploughing its way along Dom’s forearm, over his hip. By the time the projectile reached him, all it did was go in and pass out again through the soft part of his flesh, to lodge, Billy supposes, behind him in the wall. No bone was involved, and no muscle, really, and though it hurts like hell Billy has to count himself bloody lucky. No pun intended.

“We should stay here.” Sean rubs at his jaw. “I think, maybe, for as long as we can. Pick up more food, water, medical supplies. Hope the boys get better somehow. God knows this traveling isn’t doing them much good.”

“Sean,” Billy says quietly. “Let’s get inside. We’ll plan better there.” He starts the engine again, driving quietly round to the back, parking the SUV where it can’t be seen from the street. There’s no one there anyway, and Billy takes that as a good sign. He’s not precisely certain how cautious they need to be, how much evil is loose in the world, whether they’ll be followed here.

He does know that, whatever happens with Dom, the things revealed to him back in the pleasant peach house in Napa are enough to put him off Las Vegas for life.

An image--snarling faces, wild hair, maddened eyes--flashes before him, and Billy finds himself shivering with the aftershock.

“Bill?” Sean says, but Billy only shakes himself.

“No. No, I’m all right.”

But he understands perfectly why poor, wee Elijah’s gone mad.

Billy opens the Land Cruiser’s door, slides down, pockets the key. His legs seem weak, he realizes, and his arse (not surprisingly) is sore. He’s been too long in the driver’s seat, and all he can think of is a good night’s rest.

His hands feel cold, his stomach hollow, and he thinks he must be, just a little, in shock.

Sean comes round the vehicle to take Billy’s uninjured arm, but once he gets going, Billy finds he can move well enough on his own. They enter through reception, which is utterly deserted, and though certain lights are on, there’s no one to be seen.

“Guess that answers the generator question,” Sean says. “We should still track it down, check it for fuel.”

There’s a lounge off reception, with a breakfast bar beside it—this is one of those hotels that offers guests a complementary breakfast, and with the generator there’s some hope of the food in the refrigerators remaining fresh. Behind the breakfast area stands the main kitchen, all industrial sized pots, large cookers and sinks.

“Did you ever see The Shining?” Sean asks reflectively.

Billy shoots him a baleful look.

“Sorry,” Sean says. “Let’s get settled in, check on the genny, and I’ll cook you all a hot meal. How does that sound, Bill?”

He takes Billy’s left arm in his hand. “Yeah, you know, this doesn’t look too bad. Hasn’t bled through the bandages or anything. You still want to take in a lot of liquids though. For the shock and to replace the blood. Get a good night’s sleep, you’ll feel better.”

“Someone needs to keep watch,” Billy says.

“For what?” Sean glances around the brightly-lighted kitchen. “I don’t think anyone’s left here. And for the other, we have our Watch Dom.” He chuckles, without much humour, then turns, returning to reception and finding, behind the concierge’s desk, a map of the rooms. “Look at that, there’s a double queen suite right on this floor. Right down there.” Sean points. “Next to the pool. Wanna come with me? Check it for bodies?” Sean’s grin, these days, has gone a bit strange. “Or we could go for the single king.”

Their eyes meet, and they both know which it will be. They become accustomed, already, to sleeping like Hobbits, four in a bed, in the same order, left to right, they’ll always keep: Sean, then Elijah, then Dom, then Billy. Billy wonders if they’ll live to see a time when that will change, when it will just be him and Dom once again, the two of them lying together through lazy afternoons of long slow, touches, Dom, because he has no shame, completely unclothed, his hands diving like slim, quick fish beneath the sheet that covers Billy to the waist.

Sean muddles with a machine for a moment, but manages to secure them a key.

Their footsteps make no sound on the deep navy-and-wine carpeting; the stillness is unnerving and there’s nothing to see by but the illumination from behind them in reception and the dim green of the Exit lights. Billy’s never felt such silence in a hotel, no matter how late at night, and when they let themselves into the room, he’s more than half terrified of what they’ll find.

As Sean fumbles with the lock, he fights the urge to squeeze shut his eyes.

“God!” Sean breathes, an explosion of sound.

“What is it?” Billy presses his hand to his heart. It’s beating too fast, and he’s afraid, perhaps, it’s about to explode.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

Billy opens his left eye. The beds have been made up tidily, the carpet cleaned, its nap still showing the marks of hoovering. Even the loo’s sealed with a paper band. The window’s high and smallish, covered by a decorative grille.

“Looks okay to me,” Sean says. “Shall we bring them in?”


Elijah’s up when they return to the Land Cruiser, sitting cross-legged on the floor between the second and third seats with Dom’s left hand held tight between both his own. His blue eyes glitter beneath the yellow dome light. “You’re not very wet, guys,” he says. “Did the rain stop?”

“It’s slowed. For now,” Billy tells him. “How long have you been awake, Lij?”

“Not long.” Without releasing Dom, Elijah ducks his head, nibbling at the nails of his right hand delicately. “Had the weirdest ever dream.”

“We found a room for the night, Lij,” Sean tells him, in his fatherly voice. “We may even stay a little longer, if it’s safe. At least until you and Dom are feeling more like yourselves again.”

“I’m fine,” Elijah insists. “Hey, though, don’t we have a call for tomorrow morning? I can’t remember what scene we’re filming, though. Such an airhead I am. It’s gotta be some of the Caradhras stuff, right? With the mountain and everything out there?” He turns, poking Dom quite hard in the side. “Hey, lazybones, wake up!”

“Elijah,” Sean says.

But Elijah’s already twisted to his feet and pounced, bouncing astride Dom’s body, tugging back the cotton blanket they’ve covered him with. “Dommie! Dommie Dommie Dom! Wakey-wakey! Rise and shine!”

Dom groans, shifting a bit as Elijah’s full weight catches him across his hips.

Sean climbs up into the Cruiser, Billy just behind. “Elijah, no,” Sean says.

But Elijah’s laughing. “Ooh, Dommie, Pete’s gonna kill you if you’re drunk. Where did we go out to last night, anyway, and who let me drink that much? Because I’m tellin’ you, dudes, I do NOT remember a thing. Did we have a good time?”

Sean lifts him off. “Elijah, you have to be a little careful of Dom right now.”

“Yeah, killer hangover. Got it, Sean.” But when he stares down at Dom’s half-clothed body, his eyes glaze over again and his lips twitch. “Billy, what’s up with Dom? He looks like hell, Bills.”

“Dommie’s a bit ill just now,” Billy tells him gently. “So we’re all going to try to be quiet and kind. Do you think you can manage that, Doodle?”

“That’s what Dommie always calls me.” He runs a trembling hand over Dom’s hair. “Only I’m scared he might be really, really sick, Bill. I think he has a bad fever right now. And he didn’t wake up when I jumped on him.”

“That’s why we’re planning to take him inside and put him to bed.”

Elijah giggled. “Ooh, he’ll like that, Billy, if you’re the one doin’ the putting. He always says he wants to be tucked in by you. Dommie’s crushing, Bill, bet you didn’t know.”

“Yes, I know.” It’s hard to be patient with this muddled Elijah, but Billy honestly tries. “Remember, Lij? Dom and I, we’re together now.”

“You are?” Elijah’s grin could light up a room. “God, Bill, that’s so great. I’m so happy for you. Really. Really really. That’s just so cool!”

“Elijah.” Sean puts an arm around the younger man’s shoulders. “Are you hungry? If you come inside with me, I can get you something to eat.”

“Seanwise, my Seanwise. Can we have sausages and tomatoes and nice crispy bacon? I wanna eat like a hobbit, Sean. Mushrooms! Are we doing night shoots, or don’t we have filming today?”

“No, Lij,” Sean answers, “No filming today.”

“Okay, that’s good, ‘cause I kinda have a headache, you know. I think I’m hung-over too. My stomach’s all weird. I had some really strange dreams. All about rats. And corn. And this bizarro old lady.”

“C’mon, Lij,” Sean ushers him to the door. “It’s only a little step down now. Just a little step down.”

Elijah sinks onto the running board, head in hands. “Ooh, Seanie, I think I’m gonna…” A second later, his back convulses, and once more he’s being miserably sick, bent over his parted knees, with Sean’s hand on the nape of his neck. Sean’s murmuring soothingly, but it doesn’t do anything to block out Lij’s moans, between times, of, “I want my mom, I want my mom.”

“Bill,” Dom says, “What are we going to do about him?”

Billy sinks down on the edge of the seat. Dom’s silvery eyes are sunken, and they glitter with fever, but seem perfectly aware. His hand goes out and Billy catches it, glad for the touch, even though Dom’s fingers burn against his.

“S’ sorry, Bills, that you have to deal with all this.”

Billy shrugs, forgetting Dom can’t see. Dom’s hand tightens a little, though, in what he knows is meant as a comforting squeeze. The skin is dry and so hot it’s frightening. “We mean to stay here for a bit, Dom, if we can.” He pauses, hating to ask. “What do you see?”

Dom’s blank eyes seem to focus, the silver sharpening. It’s an odd look, from one who’s blind, though it’s strangely akin to one Billy’s seen many times before—Dom faintly tipsy, listening to some bit of music he loves to distraction, headphones on his head, sorting out those layered background noises from the Beatles or Radiohead. “No,” he says at last. “We should be all right.” His mouth twists slightly. “There’s no one else here. It’s better to stay, while we can. I’ll be better soon.”

“I hope so, love.” Billy runs his fingertips over Dom’s cheek. “I’m sorry you’re so ill.”

“I’ll be better soon,” Dom insists. “How’s your arm?”

“Hurts. It’s okay.”

Unerringly, Dom’s hand moves to light on the exact spot. “We’ll all have to play doctor when we get inside.”

Billy has to ask. “Dommie… What’s happened to you—it’s growing, isn’t it?”

Dom laughs hoarsely. “Odd way to put it, Bills.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Then…” Dom’s grin flickers. “Yeah. I mean… Yeah. It’s stronger now. Very weird thing. Not really like seeing at all.” His smile intensifies. “Hey, maybe I’ll end up like Daredevil. Y’know. The man without fear? The sharpened senses of the blind?”

“Dom…”

“Don’t say it, Bills. I know you’re sorry, but it’s hardly your fault, love. It’s okay, really. It’s okay. Maybe…” Dom shrugs too. “It’s better, just now, to be this way.” He struggles to sit, shaking off the support of Billy’s good arm. “I can walk. I’ll be all right.” He swings his legs over the edge of the seat. “Long as it’s not far.”

Billy can feel the weakness and the fever coming off him in waves, but just then he’s too weary to argue, and it isn’t as if he could carry Dom anyway. Dom’s hand rests lightly on his shoulder as they cross to the door, and Billy’s careful to go slowly, and to warn him, of sudden dips in the pavement, and of kerbs. Despite his illness, Dom walks like a dancer, back straight, head high, balanced carefully.

It touches Billy that Dom can be so brave, so caring, because, much as he loves him, he’s always thought of Dom as a bit of a selfish git—kind-hearted, of course, charming and lovable, definitely, not shallow, really, but pleasure-seeking, and a bit of a hedonist, not particularly mature for his years.

And God, how he wishes Dom could just be that way again, that these times would not have changed him, that all would be right with the world.

“Stop a sec,” Dom says, just after they pass through the door. He’s sweating, breathing hard, with a wheezing, rattling sound. Billy lowers him onto one of the comfortable sofas in the lounge. “Yeah,” he says, wrapping an arm round his chest. “’s better, Bills. Just need to lie down a bit, then I’ll go on.”

“Want me to get the oxygen?”

Dom’s smile is a bit strained. “Good idea.”

On his way out, he passes Sean, bringing Elijah in. Lij’s face has gone stark white and his eyes are blank, staring, making him look (strangely) blinder than Dom.

“Billy,” Elijah says, “I’m really not feeling good. Sean’s gonna tell Pete I can’t work today.”

“That’s likely for the best,” Billy answers, too tired for the truth. “Maybe you’ll feel better if you have a good sleep.”

“Yeah.” Elijah wipes his mouth. “Gotta brush my teeth first. My mouth tastes like shit. Did I throw up or something? I think maybe I did.”

“We’ll see if we can’t find something for your stomach, okay?” Sean says softly. “Something to help you feel better?”

“My mom always used to give me Coke. She’d make me take little sips.” He’s crying again, the tears flowing down unheeded from his eyes. “I wish my mom was here. Do you think she’d fly all the way out to visit? If I asked really nicely? Hannah’s coming next week, but Zack’s too busy for me.”

Billy and Sean exchange looks.

“C’mon, Elijah,” Sean says, urging him along. “I’ll get you back to your room. You’ll be able to lie down, and we’ll see if we can’t find you a can of Coke somewhere.”

“Send Dommie to come play with me,” Elijah says. “I like Dommie, you know? I think I have kinda a boy-crush on him. Only he just likes Billy. So, so much. Only I don’t think Billy knows.”

“Oh, I think maybe he does,” Sean tells him. “Come on now, there you go.”

Elijah glances over his shoulder with his blank, mad eyes. “Hey, Bill! I didn’t know you were here. Later, do you wanna catch a game of pool? I am so gonna whup your ass this time.”

“Maybe later, Lij,” Billy says. He fears there’s going to be a long, long night ahead.




“We’re Hobbits!” Elijah says, giggling. “Lookit us, all together in a bed!”

Shut it, Billy thinks. Just this once, Elijah, please. I’ve sorry for what’s happened to you, but it’s happened to the rest of us, as well.

“Lij,” Dom rasps, “You have to be quiet now. It’s part of the scene.”

“Oops.” Elijah laughs again. “Sorry, Pete. Only, wasn’t I supposed to be sitting on the edge of the bed? And then when the camera moves around, I pull back into the frame?”

“Not this time,” Dom tells him, “Pete wants to shoot it a little differently. This time you curl up between Sam and your Cousin Merry, and you shut your eyes and go to sleep.”

“Why are we even shooting today?” Elijah asks. “Fuck, my stomach feels gross.

“That’s why we’re doing the bit when we’re in bed.”

“Oh. Okay, Dom.” He crawls beneath the covers. “Hey, how come we have this cheapass polyester bedspread? I kinda don’t think they’d have those in Bree. What is this, the Bree Comfort Inn?”

“We’re rehearsing,” Dom says. “The real one isn’t quite done yet. The art department’s still working on it.”

Elijah laughs softly. “All right, then. Ya can’t blame me for being a little concerned, though, about the authenticity. Only I still think it sucks that’s Pete’s making you work when you’re so sick, Dommie.” His palm moves to Dom’s forehead. “How bad is your fever anyway?”

“Ssh, Doodle,” Dom says, giving Elijah’s arm a wee tug. “You just lie down next to me.”

Elijah snuggles up happily enough, singing under his breath, “Dommie Dommie Dommie. I get to sleep with Dommie tonight,” to no tune in particular. In a few minutes he’s snoring peacefully—due in the greater part, Billy guesses, to the Valium Sean crushed, and mixed in with the Coke Lij has been guzzling.

“What did you do?” Dom whispers. “Drug him?”

Sean gives him a look, half guilty, half defiant. “Yes.”

“Good idea, I s’pose.” Dom’s eyes are drifting shut too. Half asleep, he wraps his arms protectively around Elijah’s body, pulling him nearer, whispering over his shoulder. “You just make sure you sleep close to me, Bills, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Billy bends down to give him a gentle kiss. “Only try to get down a bit more water before you nod off all the way.”

Dom makes a face, but he sips from the bottle Billy offers him, then drinks more when Billy refuses to take the bottle away. “Happy now?” he asks, gasping faintly.

“I’ll give you more when you wake.”

“Yeah,” Dom says, in the tone that tells him, Bill, you’re being a mother hen.

Billy can’t help being concerned: maybe it’s just that they’re all too tired to do anything well, but neither he nor Sean were able to get the drip back in. Dom’s veins kept collapsing wherever they tried, and his hands and arms are covered with bruises now, the very sight of which makes Billy ache with guilt.

He kisses Dom’s temple, burying his face against the sweat-damp back of Dom’s hair, loving him fiercely in a way that's all muddled up from desire and loss and fear.

Billy knows Sean’s watching him.

“He’ll be better,” Sean says, “With a couple days rest.”

“Aye,” Billy answers. “He will.”

In the same moment, their eyes lock. They reach out across the younger men’s bodies, fingers linking, holding fast, and Billy knows, whatever their own griefs, they’ll do all that’s in their power not to let the others slip away.

“’We few, we happy few, we band of brothers,’” Sean says, as if reading Billy’s thoughts.

It comes to him that Sean’s words are spoken without irony: they are, truly, brothers now, because what came before this--in New Zealand in happier times--was only a taste. They are all they have left in what’s left of the world, and it’s together, to the end, that they’ll stand or fall.

Billy holds tighter to Sean’s hand then, remembering a witty, good-hearted old man, remembering everyone they had who’s gone on before them--parents and colleagues and friends, a blood-brother who’s dead, a sister whom may never be seen again, the world they reveled in gone sad and strange all around them.

“I wish it had never come to this,” Sean says, wistfully.

“’So do I,’” Billy answers, stroking his thumb across the palm of Sean’s hand. “’And so do all who live to see such times.’”

Sean glances up at him, tears shining unshed in his eyes as he finishes, to Billy, Gandalf’s words. “’But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.’”

Billy answers softly, “Amen.”


End of Part Two

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:58 pm (UTC)
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Thank you!

Personally, I'm having the strangest dream imaginable--not that I don't deserve them!

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Set phasers to fabulous!

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from: cincodemaygirl
date: May. 25th, 2004 02:27 pm (UTC)
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*gulp*

Oh, man. I don't know how you balance everything so well, the tension and the characterizations and not one but two sets of source material. This bit was my favorite:

he’s always thought of Dom as a bit of a selfish git—kind-hearted, of course, charming and lovable, definitely, not shallow, really, but pleasure-seeking, and a bit of a hedonist, not particularly mature for his years.

just because it rings so right for what Billy must think of Dom, and how valid it is that this new maturity of Dom's would sadden him.


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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:57 pm (UTC)
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At this point I'm kinda wandering around muttering to myself.*g* Thank you!

Dommie is such an otter, and who wouldn't miss that? I know I would. Poor Billy--there he came back from the UK expecting fun times with his carefree Dom, and this is what he gets instead.

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Still learning to be me

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from: canciona
date: May. 25th, 2004 02:29 pm (UTC)
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Oh. Oh. Oh, how do you do that? Here I was, thinking this would be the calm chapter, the one that wouldn't make me cry, and then that end...! Oh, hell, crying at work again. My own fault.

So beautiful, so brilliant...tell the truth, don't you get bored of all the worship, and want to write something that's only "good" sometimes, just for the change of pace.

So amazing. Am in awe of you again.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:54 pm (UTC)
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You know, I meant it to be that way. My outline says, "they stop in Weed to let the boys recover." Yeah. And then the evil AngstMuse takes over my mind.*g*

Sorry about the crying at work, though. Let me just say that I'm glad my boss is so oblivious.

You are so kind--and I owe you tons of feedback for all the sweet, yummy hotness!

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from: linduvan
date: May. 25th, 2004 02:49 pm (UTC)
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*sniffles* Oh Sema, that was beautiful. If I could, I would have your babies.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:52 pm (UTC)
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Aww, thank you!

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Aranel Took

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from: aranel_took
date: May. 25th, 2004 02:56 pm (UTC)
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“Did you ever see The Shining?” Sean asks reflectively.

LOL!

“I wish it had never come to this,” Sean says, wistfully.

“’So do I,’” Billy answers, stroking his thumb across the palm of Sean’s hand. “’And so do all who live to see such times.’”

Sean glances up at him, tears shining unshed in his eyes as he finishes, to Billy, Gandalf’s words. “’But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.’”

Billy answers softly, “Amen.”


That brought tears to the eyes!

Poor Billy and Sean, trying to keep calm while Elijah's losing his mind!

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:51 pm (UTC)
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Mountain terrain. Stephen King. Deserted hotel. How could I resist?*g*

I'm not sure who I feel sorry for here, Elijah and Dom or Billy and Sean. Poor boys, all!

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from: piratesorka
date: May. 25th, 2004 03:19 pm (UTC)
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“Send Dommie to come play with me,” Elijah says. “I like Dommie, you know? I think I have kinda a boy-crush on him. Only he just likes Billy. So, so much. Only I don’t think Billy knows.”

That passage above just about killed me dead, deader than dead! So wistful, so lost!

And this...this really summed up the pain:
Billy holds tighter to Sean’s hand then, remembering a witty, good-hearted old man, remembering everyone they had who’s gone on before them--parents and colleagues and friends, a blood-brother who’s dead, a sister whom may never be seen again, the world they reveled in gone sad and strange all around them.

not to sound dim...okay I am dim, but who is the "blood-brother"? Viggo? Orli?

Loving this Sema, its making me sum up all my courage to keep reading
cuz I get so scared...

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:49 pm (UTC)
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Poor Elijah, he's really wandering here. He wants so badly for it to be New Zealand again. *sigh*

You're not dim. I probably could have phrased it better. I was thinking of both their losses, and meant Mackenzie there. Is that something I should fix?

You get extra points for bravery here, and I appreciate it. :-)

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Kolywoble!

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from: kolywoble
date: May. 25th, 2004 03:29 pm (UTC)
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Oh good god *sniffle*

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:46 pm (UTC)
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It was the end that kinda got to me. *sniffle*

I do this to myself, too.

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little miss smutcakes

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from: tripping_sin
date: May. 25th, 2004 03:59 pm (UTC)
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“I’m fine,” Elijah insists. “Hey, though, don’t we have a call for tomorrow morning? I can’t remember what scene we’re filming, though. Such an airhead I am. It’s gotta be some of the Caradhras stuff, right? With the mountain and everything out there?” He turns, poking Dom quite hard in the side. “Hey, lazybones, wake up!”

hahahahahahhahahhaa
hahahha
ha.
d00d.

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:45 pm (UTC)
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Poor, poor Elijah. Sometimes it's kinda hard not to laugh at his pain.

Only then I feel guilty. *g*

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Lala

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from: lalablue
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:13 pm (UTC)
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I really can't praise you enough. Each chapter gets better then the one before. All the emotions are there. This is a really good story. I really like what you're doing. Especially for Elijah.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:44 pm (UTC)
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Thank you so much. Elijah just kind of sat up and said, "I want a bigger part!" Only I don't think he specified being quite so crazy.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 04:43 pm (UTC)
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I'd say that I like writing Crazy!Elijah, only it just seems too cruel. He's just so unprepared for all this, and he wants his old life back so badly, who can blame him for trying to stay there? And poor Sean and Billy, trying to be the strong ones for the other two...
aaarrrgghhh...

Thank you.

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deaver

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from: deaver
date: May. 25th, 2004 05:05 pm (UTC)
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awww, now I'm sitting at work bawling like a baby. Thanks.

Great chapter, got the Lij crazy voice down pat. And nice that its Dom who has the greatest ability to sooth him.

Also, that's for the ending quotes, just a great way to end a chapter/part. Thanks.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 05:20 pm (UTC)
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I'm really sorry about the crying at work. I really should start putting on those "not work-safe" disclaimers.

I was thinking about how Stephen King said The Stand was greatly inspired by The Lord of the Rings--under the circumstances, that quote just seemed to fit so well.

Thank you so much. :-)

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 26th, 2004 01:49 am (UTC)
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Thank you so much. That quote just seemed like the right way to end this part, and I liked the chance to get in a little bit of Sean and Billy interaction.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 07:35 pm (UTC)
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I'm thinking it was a recipe. I wasn't even going to ask. I only know it was something involving milk and eggs, as my Swedish is a wee bit sparse.*g* And my boss (I say this with love) is a nut.

I like stoic Billy and Sean, because they would be, wouldn't they? Up until the moment Sean melts down. Did I say that? I'm sure I didn't, actually.

Under these circumstances, it wasn't too hard to imagine poor wee Lij going there.

And, thank you. :-)


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scandal in the ink

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from: laughingdryad
date: May. 25th, 2004 07:39 pm (UTC)
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THIS IS SO CAPTIVATING.
I'm very bad at feedback. It's so bittersweet. They're all so tragic, esp Dom and Lij, but at the same time the way they look out for each other is so touching. I love this series so much.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 11:36 pm (UTC)
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Thank you so much. They really are a "band of brothers" in my eyes.

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Casanova Frankenstein

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from: monkey_pie
date: May. 25th, 2004 08:04 pm (UTC)
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went away for a few days and had two(!) chapters waiting for me...i'm feeling all emotional now. and scared as fuck from ch.11. poor lij, poor hobbits. you continue to wow me with this story.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 11:38 pm (UTC)
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I think my brain's about to melt from having three angsty series going at once.

Ch. 11 was a little challenge to myself: describe an action scene from the POV of someone who's blind. I had a mental image of the werewolves, though, and they scared the heck out of me.

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 25th, 2004 11:39 pm (UTC)
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I see them all! 100 hearts, in a lovely row.

Thank you!

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ZoniDuck

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from: zoniduck
date: May. 26th, 2004 12:08 am (UTC)
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Oh, God. It was the Gandalf dialogue that killed me in this part.

::sniffles::

I have been terribly lax about commenting on the last few chapters, but I am reading and enjoying every bit. As bad as things are for our four hobbits, my heart is breaking for poor Orli all alone and driving inexorably toward Vegas. I find myself thinking about Dom's dream at random times during the day, and every time I think about Orli's plea to come and save him for old times' sake I tear up. Seriously. With all that's going on in this fic, and all I know about the world of The Stand, I don't know why that bit is the part that just wrecks me.

Thanks so much for this story!

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sema

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from: semaphore27
date: May. 26th, 2004 01:53 am (UTC)
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MyOrli is oddly innocent, and I hate to think of him being used that way--and that, based on Dom's dream, he knows that he's heading into a terrible place, being used, quite undeservedly, by a power of evil.
And of course his friends would like nothing better than to come for him,but how can they? Poor Orli. *sob*

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Maree

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from: ms_maree
date: May. 26th, 2004 02:25 am (UTC)
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I think you broke Elijah, fortunately Dom's mind is still intact...the only thing that's intact, but small mercies.

Also, love the Stephen King reference in the Stephen King crossover, haha, he's becomes such a cultural icon it's hard do horror without referencing him.

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Zahz

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from: zahz87
date: May. 26th, 2004 03:58 am (UTC)
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God that last line just killed me

And Elijah with his litle boy crush on Dommie, it seems like Elijah's becoming just as ill as Dom. God i hope they don't die.

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Alys Scarlet

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from: alysscarlet
date: May. 26th, 2004 05:46 am (UTC)
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Poor darling bonkers Elijah. Driving everyone else mad thinking he's back in NZ. Just heartbreaking.

In the same moment, their eyes lock. They reach out across the younger men’s bodies, fingers linking, holding fast, and Billy knows, whatever their own griefs, they’ll do all that’s in their power not to let the others slip away.

Heartbreaking. I'm so glad Billy and Sean can help keep each other strong in this situation. And I love all the LOTR references (even to Elijah's remark in the commentary about him having to lean in round the camera in the bed scene!)

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Krystal Shay

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from: krystalshay
date: Jun. 2nd, 2004 03:18 am (UTC)
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I hope that there is more of this soon. Such an evocative story, especially Elijah's madness and Billy's desperation.

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