Title: Sleep
Author: GreenleafGoddess
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Dominic Monaghan
Rating: Erm...R I guess, for cursing and some violent elements.
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SELF-MUTILATION. IF YOU ARE IN ANY 
WAY BOTHERED BY THIS, I SUGGEST YOU TURN BACK NOW.
Author's E-mail: lizzieloo3@yahoo.com
Summary: Dom feels empty. He's lost, and Billy just can't sit back and watch him 
fade to black any longer.
Feedback: Yes please! If you don't mind...


"Talk to me."

"What?

"Talk to me. Tell me things."

"Tell you what things?"

"Anything. But, not just what I want to hear. I want the truth from you. Is that so 
much to ask?"

"It is if you know the truth is a factor in your mind slipping."

"You think you're crazy?"

"No. But I'm getting there."

"I've watched you, Dom. You're not healthy anymore. You don't eat, you barely 
talk, and when you do it's in bad lies and sadistic jokes. You've become fucking 
narcoleptic, staying up until three AM and then sleeping till the evening, then 
doing it all over again. I'm worr----I'm scared, Dom. You're really scaring me."

"I always had the assumption you weren't afraid of anything, Billy."

"I'm afraid for you."

"Isn't that nice."

Billy scowled and ripped the magazine Dom was staring at out of his hands.

"Damn it, Dom! I'm trying to fucking help you! The least you could do is fucking 
listen to me!"

"Why? So I can have one more voice flashing through my mind at random times 
and ruining my fun?"

Narrowing his eyes and staring Dom straight in his, Billy whispered, "Fun? And 
what's your idea of fun, Dominic?"

"Is that really any of your business?"

" 'Tis. Especially if said "fun" involves a razor."

Dom, who had been burning a hole through the table, suddenly stiffened 
noticeably, and Billy nodded.

"I've seen them, Dominic. Your wrists, the cuts. Everything you try to hide behind 
leather; the ones you're hiding right now, at this very moment. I've seen it all."

A long silence followed that statement in which Billy kept staring the side of 
Dom's face down, and Dom's eyes kept filling, but never enough to bursting 
point.

" And you know, Dom....you have no right. You have no right whatsoever to 
mutilate a body that so many people have fallen in love with. You're just being 
selfish. That's all it is. Foolishness and selfishness.  LOOK at me, Goddamn it" 
He hissed, bringing his open palm down onto the table, emitting a long bang and 
a tremor throughout the kitchen.

Startled, Dom jumped and turned his head to look. Billy's face was far from 
expressionless. Traces of anger, hurt, and pity were formed in lines around his 
eyes and thin lips, which were drawn into a stiff frown.

"Why didn't you tell me? Damn it, Dom, why didn't you come to me?"

"Why should you care?" Dom shot back.

"I care because I fucking love you, damn it! You know that!"

Halfway through Billy's mini-rant, Dom began to shake his head frantically.

"No. No, you don't. You don't love me. Don't---don't tell me that. You don't!"

"That's not really for you to decide, now is it?!"

Though Dom still shook his head, pushing his chair back and standing up quickly, 
walking toward the hallway.

"Dom? Dominic! Where the fuck do you think you're going? I'm not through 
talking to you yet! Dom!"

Ignoring him, Dom moved at a rather fast pace towards the restroom, getting 
almost to the door when Billy caught up to him.

"Don't you dare----don't even think about it, Dominic!"

Seemingly as quick as a camera shutter, Billy maneuvered himself between Dom 
and the bathroom doorway, blocking entrance and access to the razor blades.

With all his strength, Billy thrust Dom backwards, away from the doorway, and 
caught onto him again, shoving him away and into the living room. Difficult as it 
was, for Dom was fighting with all his strength to get away from Billy, he finally 
got him to the couch, and with one final shove, pushed him down into a sitting 
position.

With that done, he went back to the bathroom and permenatly discarded of all 
the razors he could find. He figured he'd deal with knives later.  Returning to 
Dom, who was sitting with his arms around his legs and his head buried within 
them, he spoke softly,

"Listen to me....Dom, look at me.  Listen.  I love you, and I can help you. But I 
cannot do it all on my own! You have got to let me in. All you've been doing for 
the past month and a half is push us all away, and you can't do that anymore. Do 
you understand me? You can't!"

Dom looked at him fearfully, a tear finally breaking the barrier and rolling down 
his cheek.

"I--I just want everything to stop. Billy...I-I don't want to live anymore."

"You can't think that way! You have to tell yourself that it's going to pass! 
Because it will, Dominic. I promise it will...if you just tell that to yourself."

A sob escaped Dom's pale lips and several more tears raced each other down to 
his chin and fell, shattering into pieces on his hands.

"Billy....I'm just really, really tired..."

Billy sighed inwardly, and enfolded Dom tightly.

"Then sleep, baby. Just...sleep."