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My first fanfict...is that true? Or a lie I've concocted?

Okay, spurred by the inspiration of others and through my troubling times of late, I have begun to write my first fanfiction of Billy Boyd. I have decided to share it here, in hopes that someone will love me enough to edit (note only lightlycriticize) and comment on the story. This is my first story period in a very long time, so here's hoping that nobody hates it.....consider as well, this is always a work in progress.

TITLE: Trial and Error
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: Work in progress
AUTHOR: emaleythe
PAIRING: Billy/OFC
RATING: R (Language)/ NC17 (later)
SUMMARY: Lyn meets an unexpected stranger and falls for him
CONTENT/WARNING: Some swearing/sexual references (later)
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened. Lyn is a fictional character based in fact.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Thanks to the inspiration of owlgrey , as I adored her Changes fiction so much. And to Billy who makes himself so easy to write and imagine.


Lyn sits on her hotel room bed, writing in her journal. She tries not to be distracted by the bright safari of the comforter clashing against the paisley walls. She is only back in this town for a trial, only for a week, and still refusing to face the reality of why she is here. Her ordeal of terror occurred three years ago, and now, just now she is finally getting her stab at a trial.

A knock at the door startles Lyn out of her musings.

Now who can that be? She thought.

Pulling her long brown cable sweater closer to her, Lyn goes to the door and peeps through the keyhole. A short man with sandy brown hair is standing at the door. Lyn doesn’t recognize him, so leaving the chain on, she cautiously opens the door.

“Yes,” she asks, and is startled to hear a familiar voice answer with a Scottish accent.

“Uhm, yes, are you Gwendolyn? I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s been some kind of mistake, I’ve been getting your phone calls.”

Lyn just stared at him, unaware of her mouth gaping open. For here, in flesh, was the object of her daily obsession, Billy Boyd.

Billy getting no answer began again, “I’m sorry to bother you, this is room 232 right?”

Lyn snapped out of her revelry, blushing, “No, no you’re right. I’m sorry…I’m Gwendolyn, go by Lyn. What’s this about phone calls?”

Billy smiled with relief and ease, “Yeah, I’ve been getting all your messages and well they sounded…err…urgent. So I thought I’d track you down and let you get them. However, the damned clerks here; well let’s just say that they aren’t much help.” Now it was Billy’s time to blush.

“I’m Bill, by the way.”

Lyn grinned, “Of course you are! I recognized you the moment I opened the door…Uhm, would you like to come in?”

Billy shuffled his feet, glancing at the chain separating them, and finally said, “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Lyn stumbled with the door, motioning the chain with a nervous laugh, closed it and quickly unlatched the chain. She held the door open for him and Billy walked in. Lyn couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek at his ass as he passed. When am I ever going to get the chance to do that again, she mused. Take a breath girl, just breathe.

Once the door was closed, Lyn shuffled into the room to find Billy peering at the cds strewn on the bed. She had brought only a choice of her collection to occupy her time during the pauses of the trial. Billy picked up her Return of the King soundtrack. He looked up and smiled.

“I sing on this, you know.”

Lyn laughed, “Yeah, I think I read that somewhere,” and winked.

“So, did you want to come up to my room and listen to the messages?” He paused, “I mean, I thought about just writing them down but didn’t want to seem…” He faltered.

“Yes, definitely,” Lyn said, in what she hoped wasn’t a too eager sounding voice. “I guess I’d better get some keys. Just a minute.”

Billy looked down at her feet, “Uhm, just a suggestion, but you might want shoes too. You never know what you might come across in these hotel halls. Might be orcs!” He grinned.

Lyn blushed again, lightly smacking the side of her head, but laughed it off. Funny the way Billy was making her feel so at ease; even her faux pas couldn’t bring her down.



They walked down the hallway together, both set in an uncomfortable ease for the moment. Lyn had a problem looking at him, for fear of appearing star stuck. Also, she had a sinking feeling that the messages Billy had heard were possible intimidating to him. Why else would he have been so concerned to find me? The uneasy silence was broken at his door.

“Well here we are. Home sweet home,” Billy said, sliding the key card in place. He pulled down the latch, but the door would not open.
He looked bewildered at her and grumbled, “I always have trouble with these.” He slid it in again, double checking the arrows like a mad scientist, and succeeded in opening the door. He stepped aside and motioned for Lyn to enter.

Lyn walked in and stopped in the middle of the room, awkwardly eyeing the open space. Billy strode in and they did a little dance to get past each other in the narrow space where Lyn had positioned herself.

“Okay, so the phone’s there if you want to hear them.”

“Right, thanks”

Lyn dialed up the voicemail and began going through the messages, blushing redder with each one. First, was a fairly innocuous message from her mother, calling to check whether she had remembered to bring everything. Then there was a touchier message from the DA’s office reminding her of the times of the trial, jury selection at 9 AM. Finally there were two messages from the local rape crisis center making sure she had got in and a note to keep her head up, that the representatives would be with her in the morning. Lyn died a little with each one, but trying to remind herself that Billy probably couldn’t care less about the why behind the calls.

When she had listened to the final message, Lyn deleted each one and hung up. She cleared her throat and looked up to find Billy sitting on the bed watching her.

“Well, that’s it. I’ll see what I can do about making sure that the hotel starts routing the calls correctly. Thanks so much for letting me come up here to hear them.”

Billy just continued his studied stare.

“I…uh…guess I’ll be going. I’m sorry about the bother.”

Billy smiled, “No bother…I was just concerned. The messages sounded serious, I mean especially the one from your mother.”

Lyn let out an unexpected laugh, and then covered her mouth to hide it.

Billy chuckled, “I’m just glad I could help…..uhm, if there’s anything else I can do for you…?”

Lyn suddenly realized that she must have been keeping him from something else. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I should leave you alone now. Again, thanks, I’ll try to see that it doesn’t happen again. I’m sure it’s not lovely getting someone else’s messages. Didn’t mean to concern you.” Lyn was backing towards the door as she spoke.

Billy kept smiling, and then suddenly looked alarmed.

Lyn didn’t see the luggage behind her until she backed right up on it. By then, it was too late, and loosing her balance, she fell backwards smacking her head on the closet rod and then the wall.

Billy rushed over, at her feet before she had stopped spinning, “I’m so sorry! I always leave things in the wrong places. Are you alright?”
Lyn rubbed the knot forming on the back of her head, blushing furiously, Damn, I always have to make a fool of myself, don’t I?

“I’ll be alright. I’m just a klutz. It’s ok.”

Billy helped her to her feet, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can let you just go back to your room after a fall like that. Let me make it up to you by
taking you out to dinner. At least then I can watch over you for awhile, make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything.”

Am I really hearing this? Me and Billy, on a dinner date?

“Uhm, that really won’t be necessary…” Lyn fought with her words, trying to hold back the drool inside her head.

“Nonsense, when I trip people, I have to make it up to them. Come on, I promise not to make you fall again.”

Lyn smiled, “Okay, fine, but no seafood.”

“Agreed, let’s go.”


Tags: about me, billy, rape, writing
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