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Those Summer Nights, part 8

TITLE: Those Summer Nights
CHAPTER/WORK IN PROGRESS/COMPLETE: In Progress
AUTHOR: emaleythe
PAIRING: Billy/OFC/Dom
RATING: R (Language)/ NC17
SUMMARY: goodbye, the aftermath, a plot for reunion
CONTENT/WARNING: Some swearing/sexual references
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: This story is 100% fiction. These events never happened. Lyn is a fictional character based in fact.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: special thanks to Billy and Dom, and to the muse for keep hitting. This story is a continuation of Trial and Error which can be found in emaleythe's memories (including the first 7 parts of Those Summer Nights)



Dom tried to tell her, practically begged her to not go after Billy. Lyn wished she had listened. She had been sitting outside of their hotel room door for three hours, begging, crying, pleading for Billy to let her in, let them work it out. Billy sat silent in the room, not answering her. Lyn could do nothing but wait. At quarter till six in the morning, Lyn was jarred from her semi-slumber by the door finally opening. She scrambled to her feet as Billy came out, rolling his luggage.

“Billy.”

He didn’t answer, but stopped in the hall. Lyn put her hand on his arm, to which he looked down at it, then up to her face. His eyes were bloodshot, purple bags under his eyes, making him look much older than his thirty-five years. He gazed at her, trembling, then shrugged her hand off. He began to walk away, Lyn’s heavy gaze on him.

“Billy, I love you. Please don’t go, not like this!”

Billy slung around, “You love me? Are you sure? You sure you’re not just using me to get to Dom?”

“No, Billy! It wasn’t…”

“Yes, I know, “It wasn’t like that.” How am I supposed to believe that Lyn? How can I believe anything? You’re kissing Dom, Dom says he
loves me,” He laughed, “Love…why the hell even bother Lyn?”

“Look I know what I did was wrong, but nothing else has happened! Forget Dom, let’s just talk about us!”

“How can we talk about us without including Dom? He seems to have been in the middle all along. You know, maybe I should have followed his advice and not looked you up after Asheville. Maybe then, everything would be normal and it wouldn’t hurt so damn much.”

His words stung Lyn, she had forgotten about that time when she had lost Billy before. She stood, shell-shocked, not caring that they were having a public breakup in the middle of a hotel.

“Lyn?...”

She looked up at Billy hopefully, “Goodbye. I’ll make arrangements for your things to be sent over.”

Lyn nodded, unable to believe that this was the end. How can this be it? She watched him walk away, wiping at his eyes. He got on the elevator, not looking at her until the doors closed. Lyn waited for a moment, and then let herself into the room that just the night before they had shared. She trailed her hands slowly over the bed, trying to pull any essence of Billy out of the room. She looked flatly at her clothes and things and wandered into the bathroom. She found the hairbrush he had forgotten. She picked it up and hugged it to her. My Billy, god how could I do this to you? How could you be gone? Hearing the knock at the door, she ran still carrying the brush. She flung it open to find only Dom standing there.

“Oh, you….I thought you were…”

Dom shook his head, “I know…but he’s gone. Saw him get into a cab, wouldn’t even talk to me.”

“I know…he didn’t say much to me either.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Since I left the club. Been sitting outside the door all night, came in here when he left. I…shit Dom! Why did you have to tell him all that?”

“Look can I come in to talk about this?”

“Oh, sure! Why the hell not?” Lyn flung open the door, walking into the room angrily.

“Lyn, you know I had to tell him. It wouldn’t have mattered either way. He was going to leave no matter what!”

Lyn spun around, “What the hell do you know about it? Maybe he wouldn’t! Maybe you wanted this all along!”

Dom looked shocked, “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve known about you, ok? I just forgot about it until Billy reminded me. You never wanted him to find me after that first time he and I met. You’ve admitted to me that you hated me when you first got to Glasgow. You hit on me, and now you want me to believe that you are attracted to me! God I must be stupid! How could I not see this before! You just wanted me and Billy to split so that you can have him all to yourself!”

Dom backed up slowly away from the advancing Lyn, “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I mean, some of that’s true, but I did like you Lyn. It was no stranger to anyone than me. You’re just crazy!”

Lyn stopped, thinking, “No, I don’t think I am….but it doesn’t matter, I’m realizing it too late….Billy’s….gone and there is nothing I can do about it.
No point in blaming anyone but myself.”

Lyn sat down. Dom stood nervously near the door watching her warily.

“Where are you going to go Lyn?”

“I don’t know,” she replied flatly.

“Well, look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but if you need a place to go, you can always come to my house, at least for a few days. Just until you can find a place to go.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea Dom.”

“Well, the offer is always open…if you need anything, please let me help.” He began to walk away when her words stopped him.

“Well, there is one thing….”



Lyn had used Dom to get the plane ticket back to Kentucky. She felt lost, and instead of seeking out her family, she ran straight to Corra. Corra and Zane were more than willing to let Lyn stay there for a time. Lyn was able to recuperate in part. She arrived in a rainstorm, able to only give the shortened version of the story to her friends at first. However, after a few days, Corra grew short-tempered of Lyn’s moping and began plying her for information. Lyn broke down and told the whole sordid mess, expecting Corra to do a “I told you so” act, but that never came. The pain she felt was too obvious, or Corra was too good of a friend, either way, she was nothing but supportive. Even Zane wasn’t able to make a crack comment; they both understood that matters of the heart were best left unmarred.

A week after Lyn arrived, Billy called. Corra and Zane were out for the evening, and Lyn couldn’t answer the phone once she saw it was Billy. She caught her breath when she heard him begin to talk into the answering machine.

“Uhm, this is Billy, I’m trying to track down Lyn. I need to know where to send her things to….if you hear from her, tell her to…call me. Thank you.”

She sighed, filled with “walking contradictions” of emotions. Instead of rushing to the phone and ringing him back, she curled into a little ball on the sofa. Lyn was torn between loving him still and not wanting to be hurt. The risk of Billy behaving coldly to her was too scary even though she heard no malice in his voice. To double-check her considerations, Lyn played the message over again. Hmmm…well he did pause on the word “call” as if he didn’t really want to hear from her. But then again….ah shit, I don’t know. Billy, I so miss you.

Throwing caution to the wind, Lyn picked up her cell phone to call him and was torn between ringing his cell or home. She decided to call his cell, hoping that for a change he might have it turned on. She dialed slowly taking deep breaths, and then cradled the phone to her ear as her eyes fluttered close. One ring. Two rings. Damn it, it’s going to go to the voicemail. Three rings. Click.

“Hello?”

Lyn gave a little lurch, “Uhm, Billy?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Lyn.”

“Oh. Hi, I guess you got the message then?”

Not really, but I guess I’m getting the message now.

“Yes, you need an address I hear. I suppose you can send it all to Corra’s house, that’s where I’m staying right now.”

“Ok, I think I have the address here, the one in Glasgow still?”

“Yes….Billy?”

“Yes?”

“How are you? I mean…I know, that you’re not….I mean, how are you?”

“I’m ok. And you?”

I’m dying inside, ripped from my soul mate, screaming in torture, wasting away from guilt… “I’m ok…I really miss you Bills.”

He was silent for a moment, “I miss you too.”

Lyn’s soul lifted, “Do you think that we can ever…?”

“I don’t know Lyn, it really changed things. I’ll never stop loving you, but….you and Dom hurt me. I don’t know if I can trust either of you again.”

“I love you Billy, I want you to know that. I hope one day you can let this fool back into your heart.”

“I don’t know Lyn….Look, I have to go, filming and all…..take care of yourself Lyn.”

Lyn cringed, and began to answer, “You too Bills,” but she heard the click, and knew he didn’t hear her.

Suddenly, she felt very tired; she lay back on the couch, still holding the phone to her ear. It was in that position that Corra and Zane found her later that evening. Corra listened to the answering machine and heard the message. The couple exchanged looks.

Lyn woke up with the sound of the message, “Billy?”

“Oh,…guess it was just the message eh?”

Corra sat down beside her, “Did you call him?”

Lyn nodded, “Yeah.”

Corra, “And? Did he say anything?”

“He said he misses me, loves me, and that he doesn’t think he will ever trust me again.” Lyn sighed.

“Well that sounds better than I expected, but still….”

“I think I’ll go to bed, I’m really tired. See you guys in the morning.”

They watched her stumble up the stairs and waited until the door closed to discuss.

Corra began, “We have to do something about this. It’s silly; obviously both of them can’t deal without the other.”

Zane looked over at her, “Didn’t she say something about having Viggo’s address?”

Corra got a wicked look, “Of course! Viggo! You get her purse, I’ll get to typing.”

And while Lyn slept, a conspiracy went afoot.



A few more weeks passed, Lyn recovered as well as she could. Some of her things began to arrive at Corra, but came slower than she would have expected. It was almost as if Billy didn’t want to part with her things. It began as one box of clothes, followed by a few more. And then, one afternoon she received a box of her personal stuff, all the little mementos that she lugged around. Lyn opened it and went through each one. A picture of her family, some old letters, her gargoyles, and then Lyn spotted a wrapped package at the bottom of the box. I wonder what this is? She unwrapped it slowly, and noted with surprise that it wasn’t anything she had ever owned. It appeared to be a wooden box, carefully scrolled with intricate Celtic carvings. Curious, she opened the box and found an envelope. It’s from Billy, I know it! She opened the letter and read.

Dearest Lyn,

I have a hard time forgetting you. The other day when I was out with my sister, she spotted this box and told me that it reminded her of you. She told me I had to buy it, not remembering that we have split. I did not have the heart to remind her, because I forget too. I can’t get you out of my mind; I am enslaved by thoughts of where you are and what you are doing. Release me from all this Lyn, tell me to go, tell me to stop. Don’t continue to haunt my dreams and thoughts.

I am sending you this because I can not bear to have it at the house, nor the rest of your things. I find myself touching your clothes, wandering lost in my house full of you. Everywhere I look, you are screaming at me. It’s your presence that resides here; it is you that I look for around every corner.

Please forgive me for wanting to move on; I can not think of any other path to take. I want to forgive you but find it impossible to get beyond the betrayal. You know I was never good at betrayal…

And so, I’ll be sending all the rest of your things following your receipt of this letter. I hope that we can move beyond all this, and perhaps one day, we’ll both get down to some normal type of life.

All my love,

Billy


Lyn read it, and then disbelieving read it again. There was hope, hope and pain, in the letter. She closed it up and put it back in the box. There had to be a way to reconcile all this, it might not be easy, but she had to try. First order of business, she must contact Dom.

Lyn grabbed her phone and book, and began calling around for Dom. She located him at his condo in LA.

“Dom? It’s Lyn. We need to talk.”



Dom met Lyn at the airport, hugging her warmly. Dom, a little thinner around the waist, had also had a hard time dealing with the loss of Billy. They had a long talk over the phone, apologizing and crying, and had come to terms with the part both had played in the separations. Dom hadn’t heard anything from Billy since that night, only heard some news through Elijah occasionally. He had admitted that Lyn had been partially right in her accusations, he had come to Glasgow determined to separate Billy and Lyn but did developed feelings for her. Over time, however, Dom decided that Billy was the real attraction, for Lyn he had only friendship in mind. Further improvements had been made, as Dom had resigned himself to not having Billy and had actually begun dating one of the girls from his new show. It wasn’t anything serious yet, but Dom was happy with her.

The two quickly got down to the business of reunions. They made plans, thanks to Elijah to head to the premiere of Eli’s new movie. Unbeknownst to Lyn or Dom, however Elijah was working with Corra and Viggo for their own cause. Viggo had arranged a weekend with Billy, convincing him to come to LA for the premiere. Corra and Viggo planned to drag all parties concerned into a hotel room prior to the premiere for intervention. They figured if nothing else, having Billy and Lyn see each other one more time would cause some sort of closure.

The plan worked to a point, Viggo was finding. Billy was a lot harder to convince then had originally been planned for. He literally was dragging his feet to get off the plane. All he could think about was how he was returning to the scene of his breakups, not only from Lyn but also from Dom. He missed both terribly. He was still confused concerning Dom, and felt like he had treated Lyn too harshly, but if you can’t trust your best friend and your girlfriend, what are you supposed to do. Viggo’s idea to come down for Elijah’s premiere seemed like a welcome relief from his empty home, but was a little strange coming to LA without Dom welcoming him. Viggo grew impatient of Billy’s morose behavior, he had heard of the pain from all sides, keeping close contact with Dom and Billy, as well as getting the news from Corra. As far as he was considering, all parties were at fault and were due for their reckonings. He hoped this plan of Corra’s worked.

Viggo and Billy checked in to the hotel at six. Corra placed her call at 6:15 to Lyn, who acted surprised at her friend’s strange request.

“Corra! ….. What? You’re in LA? What are you doing here?....Uhm, ok…Yeah I can come by, I think I’ll have a little time before the premiere. ….Hmmm? Yes, Dom’s with me, why?.....*laugh* well sure, I guess he can come with me. Okay…it’ll be about an hour. See you then. Bye.”

Corra hung up and smiled. Yes, it was all going to come together now.

Up in his room, Billy unpacked slowly, trying to get himself worked up for the outing. When Viggo knocked on the door, Billy opened it in a fog.

“So, I see you’re unpacking. Need any help?”

“No, I’m fine…trying to get pumped up for the carpet.”

“Yeah I can see you’re brimming with excitement…..Must be strange not being here with Dom, eh?”

Billy startled and looked over at Viggo, “How did you know?....Yeah, I was just thinking of that…I’ve never been to LA without him, doesn’t seem right you know? Do you think he’ll be there tonight?”

Viggo shrugged, “Probably, he and Elijah are pretty close…course not as close as you two are.” He watched Billy carefully.

“Were. Close as we were.”

“Billy, there are a few truths that I’ve come to know in life. One is that once you find a someone you know as well as yourself, it’s a tie you can not break. Lies may be told, truths may be hidden, but after the pain, you are still connected. Some relationships don’t end.”

Billy slammed the door of the closet, “It’s so easy for you to sit there spitting out platitudes, but he hid something that completely changes our relationship. He said he was in love with me, doesn’t that mean anything?”

“Love is a strange thing Billy. Are you angry that he loves you? Or that he didn’t tell you?”

“That he didn’t tell me, of course.”

“So then, can’t you forgive him for that? He loves, it’s a fact. Is it really that wrong that he couldn’t tell you? That he was afraid of loosing you?”

Billy fell silent, “I suppose not….but then what about the stuff with Lyn? They betrayed me!”

At that point, the knocking began at the door. Viggo straightened and smiled that knowing smile of his.

“That, I can’t help you with, but there’s someone here that can.”

“What?....”

Viggo opened the door to Corra, Lyn, and Dom. He hugged Corra.

“Glad to finally meet you, Corra. Please won’t you all come in.”

“Viggo, what is all this?” Billy stormed up to the door but fell speechless when he spotted Lyn and Dom.

Lyn’s own heart crashed when she realized it was all a trap. She saw Billy and she was hooked again.

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