Ice Can Burn

A/N: Okay, thanks to everyone who liked to comment on this! That was really nice of you. I'm going off course here a little, but the story ties in well later on. Besides, I think I'm doing really well by having 3 comments when I've had 309 hits. :) Yay. Now I'll stop ranting so you can get on with the story.

Differences:


I think I felt the sickening feeling in my stomach disappeared after the sixth week without her. But everything was different. Billy would speak to me differently, like he was holding something back, and even fucking Michael was treating me like I was going to break at any moment. That wasn't the point though. Fuck Michael, what was concerning me was that Billy treated me differently.

I'd been great friends with Billy for years, so why would he hold anything back from me? We were lovers once a while back ago, didn't that bond of trust still exist with us? The bond of friendship and love that all of us had commemorated with tattoos. Was it still there? Or did it simply start to fade like the ink on my skin? I don't know why. I think that maybe I don't even want to know the answer. If there was an answer I'd get it out of him this afternoon.

Besides, I hadn't been away from Billy for that long. We had our chats on the phone, the internet and such. But hell, it was only thirteen days ago on New Year's Eve that I'd last saw him. I was busy with Lost, and Billy was working out kinks in his relationship with Ally. All was good in our relationship. We were still some of the best of mates, we had a convention that we were going fly out to on the 13th, even Elijah and Sean were going to the Con. I couldn't think of why he stared to treat me like a child.

For instance, at the New Year's Eve party that most of the old LOTR casts went to, Billy just didn't seem to want to be near me. His distance being presented in physical nature was odd, and I could've let that go. I don't think I would still be asking myself why he was so cold to me if it wasn't for his eyes. The warmth in them was gone, the playful glint in his green eyes diapered that night. No, "Hey Dominic, how’s it going ya lazy bum?" No normal taking the piss out of each other in good fun, just a cold and hollow stare with a little murmur of "Hey" as he nodded and walked into the doors of Viggo's house.

I didn't think that the warmth in him could ever be gone. The wonderful little smiles that he gave when he was tired, but a smile at all would do. But there was nothing from him that night. He only would say something to me on occasion around one of the other guys. I could see the awkward shift he gave when Elijah asked what was wrong with us. He shifted and murmured a simple "Nothing" while he took another swig of his beer.

That was typical of Billy though, to lie openly to someone. It was a habit of his. Hell, he even did it to Ally. When she would ask who was on the phone Billy would simply lie and say it was I when she knew well and well that it was his Mistress. None other would he share this with but me, share to me all about his Mistress and his problems. Alas, the really important thing that was ringing in my mind was. 'What is happening to us?' I didn't get the answer that night. So today is the day.

In my car on the highway driving to a little restaurant in San Diego called the Cat-Claw was where I would get the truth. The truth of what was really happening with me and him. But I suppose the other truths of me and Jesse would have to wait, because as I turn off the ramp right now, I know that something is about to happen. Good or not, I'd remain calm at his answer to the question that seemed to be defining my life.

Yeah, questions seemed to be the only thing in my head. No answers of any kind that actually had importance, really. It was a good thing that I had a few weeks off to think things over and all. Besides, I think I might've hit Josh square in the jaw if I stayed in Hawaii any longer. I'd finally had enough of the Lost bull shit and said I was taking two weeks off on Wednesday, I didn't ask, I said it. There were no exceptions for this, I was leaving and I would be back in two weeks. Simple as that. The Producers threw a fit, and so did the ABC Executives. I thought that I was going to be fired on Wednesday. But surprisingly I wasn't, it was given the 'O.K.' after the Executives actually gave a thought of how their ratings would be if they killed me off for good. I suppose they like their money enough to keep me, because we all knew if I died for good that a lot of numbers would be decreasing on Lost.

Finally. I was here in the parking lot of where I and Billy were going to meet, I had a half an hour on him. No difference. I had some time to catch some sleep, so I might as well have taken it. I turned off the radio, locked the doors of the rental car, and slid my sunglasses over my eyes. Time to go where there would be no more questions.

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I came just as planned. I had a bit of Jet Lag, but it was only a few days til the convention, so I thought that I might as well see if Dom was in California. I called his agent, and was answered politely. Lovely people, agents I mean. They'll kiss anyone's ass if it gets them some cash. Unfortunately Dom's had just wasted their time.


So Dom was here on a mini vacation I suppose, the lovely agent informed me that Dom was in San Diego at the moment and I could reach him on his cell. I gave him a call, we talked for five minutes til we agreed that we'd meet at a restaurant that we both knew well.

I guess he wanted to talk to me about something. I really didn't want to talk. Just to see him would be nice, maybe. I could tell him this time. Maybe I could say those words, maybe I could decide. But do I really want this? I don't know.


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A/N: I was thinking about writing another chapter today. I'm not sure though, so I may and I may not. It all depends if I can find my Bass Strings.