Title: Life Changes
Author: Frodo Lives (aka Donna, Doni, whatever!)
Genre: Romantic drama, fun and friendship, agnst to come...
Pairing: You'll see!
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 (Warnings will be posted before chapters with higher ratings)
Warning: Language, sexual situations (eventually!)

Disclaimer:
I do know nor own personalities of Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan, or other LOTR actors to be included as I see fit. I do, however, like to toy with my own impressions of how these lovely boys WOULD be, should I ever have the opportunity to control their personalities. Hence, this story (and others I've written).

Sigh... Here goes!

Life Changes
Hey, nobody said it would be easy, eh?

~Chapter One~
“All right everyone! All volunteers over here!”
Wandering over to hear what is being said, I’m still dealing with butterflies inside. I’m really here – at the convention center where Billy and Dom will be speaking! It’s still a day away and I’m still surprised at my own daring in deciding to come here and do this.
I’m one of the only people permitted to volunteer who wasn’t a local person – I’m from 1000 miles away. But I volunteered and spoke with the head coordinator on the phone who admired the fact that I’m more mature than most of the volunteer staff attending the convention this year. He was surprised I wanted to help out and not just attend. But hey, I wanted the opportunity and besides, gives me free admission and inside information!

I listen to all the rules and regulations associated with helping out at a Comic Convention. I’ve been designated a “runner”, meaning I run to get anything any senior person or celebrity needs: food, water, paper clips, whatever. I’ve familiarized myself with the entire center and the places around it (so I’ll know where to go if someone needs something I can’t find here). But, I realize sadly that I’ll probably never get to meet any of the celebrities attending with “Kath-zilla” around. (Unless it’s during my off-time, which I scheduled so that I can see Billy and Dom’s appearances. Yay!) She’s the celebrity-wrangler; she oversees all their movements and needs during the time they are here. She keeps track of their presentation schedules, handles their special needs and wants, makes sure Security is arranged. She’s got a big job, that’s for sure – and she takes it WAY too seriously. In addition to the 50 page document describing all the regulations and needs for assisting during the convention, SHE’S given us a 3 page list of rules that we have to follow “so we don’t disturb HER celebrities.” Basically, you can’t approach them, you can’t talk to them (unless spoken to first) and you can’t breathe their air. Yep, that about covers it.
Oh well. I’ll still get to see them as an attendee, at least.

After the meeting, I’m leaving the convention center when one of the other volunteers calls to me, “Hey, Kenna!” I turn to see a super-tall, super-good-looking guy waving to me. I smile as he jogs over to me. “Hey, Steve. What’s up?” I ask.
“You’re in town all by yourself, right? Then you need to hang with me and my friends here tonight!”
He smiles a most wicked smile at me and puts his arms around the other volunteers who are his “friends”. One is a slightly shorter guy named Alan, who happens to as good-looking as Steve; the other is a short, spunky girl with deep blue highlighted brunette hair named Trisha. Trisha’s already met me; she was one of the first to welcome me to the volunteer crowd this morning.
“Umm, I was just going to hit my room and rest a bit, guys. It’s okay; you don’t need an old fart dragging along anyway,” I comment, smiling nervously.
I don’t fit in with these guys – I’m 36 and they’re all in their early to mid-twenties.
Alan snorts as he speaks up,” That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re not that old and you look half your age anyway. At least, maybe 2/3 your age. Ummm,” he stammers, realizing he may have just come close to offending me. I laugh at his innocence. “Hmmm, half my age would be about 18 years old. I hope I’m not THAT immature anymore,” I say, smiling. Steve and the others laugh too and then pull my hands saying “Come on, OF, you’re with us tonight!”
I glance at Trisha while I’m being pulled, mouthing “OF?” “Old Fart. You said it, girl, not me,” she says as we all stumble out of the center, into the evening.

Since I’m actually staying at the hotel across the street from the center, I run over to change. We meet in the lobby at 6:30pm. Steve is looking hot in a blue silk shirt and black jeans. I notice how Alan, in a white short-sleeved sweater, keeps watching him, licking his lips and I have to stifle a giggle. I knew right away that Steve is gay and Alan is his partner, although they don’t make that at all obvious to anyone. One of my best friends at home is gay and he’s blessed me with his best “Gay”-dar tips.
Trisha is bouncing up and down on her heels; when she sees me she squeals her approval – “Hot damn, OF! What happened? You look sweet!”
I blush but I’m also secretly relieved I look all right. I’m wearing a smooth, short black skirt and a pale green satiny blouse that is fitted to my waist and hips. My longish red hair is down and I’ve gelled it a bit to make the waves more prominent. My heels are low, since I’m already 5 feet 8 inches. But when Steve comes over to hug me, I feel like a hobbit compared to him.
“Damn, how tall ARE you, anyway?” I mumble. “I’m 6 feet 6 inches tall, darling. And you are simply an adorable little redhead,” he answers, kissing me softly on top of my head. “How many guys can tell you THAT?”
“Not many straight ones, I can tell you that,” I whisper back.
“You little bitch! You know!” he hisses.
“Yes, love. But it’s our secret,” I say through smiling teeth. He pinches my bottom, making me squeak and laugh.
“You guys all look great!” I tell them, “So, where are we going?”
They all laugh as Alan responds in a beautiful Scottish brogue, “Well, Mistress Pippin, we’ll be off to Second Dinner, and then to the Karaoke lounge for a wee bit o’ drinkin’ and singin’, lass.”
We all crack up as we walk out to Steve’s car.

Later, after a wonderful Thai dinner and a couple shots of Scottish whisky (I’ve always wanted to try some, so Alan chooses one, as I confess I know nothing about alcohol), we’re all choosing songs to try to perform at the karaoke lounge. It’s busy and dark, which I like, considering I’m about to make a fool of myself.
Steve surprises us with a gorgeous baritone voice (to match his gorgeous body, Alan whispers to me when I comment on it) as he performs “Somewhere”. We all love listening to Trisha’s version of “It’s Raining Men”.
“Okay, OF. Your turn!” Trisha sings as she hands me the microphone. Oh hell, here goes.
I chose “Invisible”, by Clay Aiken because I love the song. The guys don’t think I can sing it, since it’s a tenor voice, but I have a pretty major range. Steve even teases that it’s sung from a guy’s point of view. Hey, lyrics can be changed. The music starts…

Whatcha' doin' tonight
I wish I could be a fly on your wall,
Are you really alone?
Who’s stealing your dreams?
Why can't I bring you into my life?
What would it take to make you see that I'm alive?

[Chorus]

If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room,
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight,
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand,
I would be the smartest one
If I was invisible
(Wait...I already am)

As I sing it, I have the same picture in my mind as I typically do when I sing along with my CD at home – a short, ginger-haired Scotsman, smiling back at me. I ignore the sounds of the crowd and wrap up the final verse of the song…

I reach out
But you don't even see me,
Even when I scream out
Baby, you don't hear me,
I am nothing without you
Just a shadow passing through...

If I was invisible
Then I could just watch you in your room,
If I was invincible
I'd make you mine tonight,
If hearts were unbreakable
Then I could just tell you where I stand,
I would be the smartest one
If I was invisible,
If I was invisible.

As I finish, I realize everyone is cheering for me and it surprises me out of my daydream. I pass the microphone on to the next table and sit down while my whole table erupts. “Kenna! Cool! You can sing, girl! What a voice!” on and on, embarrassing me to death. But I have to admit - what a fun night this is ending up to be.

On the other side of the room, in a darkened corner that can’t be seen from our table, sits two men getting mildly drunk as they watch the various patrons sing (or try to). “Oy, check out the redheaded bird singing now, mate,” one says to the other. “Hmm, I’m sure she’s quite a number. Lovely voice, though,” comments the other man, really unable to see her through the smoke and people. And not really caring to look that hard. He’s got someone else on his mind right now. Someone who’s left him with a broken heart that he intends not to offer out again anytime soon.
But there’s something about the voice that makes him think he won’t soon forget that song or the voice singing it.

Later, as Steve and Alan offer to walk me up to my room, they both tease me about my super-gay-detection-system. But when we reach my room, Alan gets serious on me and asks me why I’m here alone… and why I keep playing with a nonexistent ring on my third finger, left hand.

He would notice that.
Sigh… here goes more heartbreak.

“Because I’m in mid-divorce. It’s been 2 months, but it won’t be final for a few more weeks. And it’s hard to get used to a naked hand after wearing a ring for 14 years,” I answer, a small tear slipping down my face. Steve stops me and wraps me up in his arms. I feel Alan wrap himself around me too and it’s too much – I start to cry. They both take me into my room and sit with me on the bed.
“Oh, lovey, I’m so sorry,” Alan tells me. Steve already has a washcloth from the bath, dampened, and is wiping my face.
“It’s all right guys, really. It’s for the better. We’re still the best of friends, but we just couldn’t be together anymore. It’s just hard to suddenly be just ME again,” I answer.
“But why? What happened?” Steve asks.
I blow out a deep breath, telling him that love just sometimes leaves. The passion was gone. So, I had to make a decision and it was to leave.
“Wow, so you left HIM?” they both ask.
“Yep. And now I’m dealing with it. It’s okay, I just get a little teary sometimes. I’m all right, seriously. But tomorrow will be the best – I’ll get to help out at the convention and hopefully see my favorite little Glaswegian!” I say, cheering myself with the words.
“All right, darlin’. We’ll leave you then. See you bright and early!” Steve chimes as he and Alan rise to leave. I kiss them both on the cheek and watch them walk out. I sigh and get ready for bed.

Aww! Great start so far! It's really good! Can't wait for more!

Linse

Thanks Linse! You're my first response!

*** throws little party for Linse ***

awww hey hon!
You started a new story!!!

*lol* even though you promised your next would be about Vigs *pouts*
welll I forgive you ;)

and that start is awesome - can't wait for more! :)

hug
Laila

Hey Laila! ***gives smooches***

I do have a Viggo one written, darling. Sorry it wasn't up first :(
I'll start posting it very soon. Just for you!

Hmm, then I'll need another banner for that... Me and my lack of PhotoShop skill.

Knoock knock... guess who's here? Of course I could not miss it... and really Doni, I'm already impressed. It's amazing!

Oh, I saw this posted yesterday and I got so excited! I didn't have time to read it then, but I just got the chance. And, already, I'm loving it. Needless to say, I adored your other two fics so much, and I have no doubt that it'll be the same way with this one.

I'm looking forward to the first official Billy and Kenna meeting. :yes: The poor things, both with aching hearts. But, hopefully, that will all change soon. ^_^

I'm really so happy to have another of your fics to read. :x

Oh yay! Anna and Amber are here too! *** hugs!***

Mena, I do so love your banner you made -- it's lovely!! And I'm so glad you're here reading!

And Amber, I am so happy you are here too - I look forwward to your feedback. You're always so kind and helpful.

I do have another chapter, so here it is!

~Chapter Two~
Up and ready at 3:00am, I have to wait around until 6:00am when I can be allowed into the Convention Center. I smile stupidly at everyone in sight as I await my assignments.
“Trisha!” I call out as I see her stride into the center. “Hey OF! You’re lookin’ styling today,” she laughs. In actuality, we’re all dressed the same – blue jeans and a bright (and I do mean bright!) yellow polo shirt so we can be seen by staff and celebrities alike in case anyone needs anything.
“Have you eaten yet, Kenna? I’m famished!” she says, pulling my hand. “Come on, let’s go the catering area.”
“Are we allowed there?” I ask, unsure about where I can be and where I can’t just yet. I’ve read the silly guidelines at least 10 times, but not everything is covered as well as it could be.
“Yep. And they have good food, since the celebs are here!” Trisha tells me and we wander over for breakfast.

After a croissant and jam, which is all my nervous stomach can handle just yet, we go back to our staging area. I’m to be on the main floor, but walking around the perimeter, watching for yellow flags to be placed up. A flag means someone needs something and a yellow flag means they need a runner. I can see “Kath-zilla” off on the side, near the stage where the celebrities will be sitting for their Q&A sessions and presentations. There is a large white tent set up right beside the backstage area, which is where the celebs are kept before they present. Several large security staff members are already in attendance around the tent, wearing their special red polos. Kathleen, (her real name), is ordering people around like dogs. What a sad person she is. Thank God I don’t have to work near her.

Well, here they all come! The convention doors are being opened and the local mayor is welcoming everyone. I’ve already stopped by the schedule booths to get my number for the Fantasy Film presentation. It's the only one I want...
I only have to work three hours this morning and then I’m off so I can see the presentation this afternoon! Billy and Dom! Yes!

Well, flag up! Let’s see what they need – 10 bottled waters for the autograph booth schedulers. “No problem, Mister Danning. I’ll be right back.” And off I go, running across the center floor.

Three hours later and I’m official off-duty! I’ve run into Steve and Alan (they provide staging for displays and help vendors) and Trisha, who’s another runner with me. But she’s more experienced so she works closer to the main admin staff.
I throw a light jacket over my polo so people know I’m not working right now. I get to keep my special pass badge, which gives me access to special secure areas. It’s kind of nice as I have access to catering and rest areas and such. But I still can’t eat… there’s only two more hours until the Fantasy film show starts.

I wander about, checking out all the vendors and displays and such. I’ve bought a beautiful painting of Merry and Pippin together. Too much money for someone who’s suddenly single but hell, I need a splurge. The artist was so wonderful, telling me all about her inspiration for it from seeing the Pelennor battlefield scene in “Return of the King” where Pippin tells Merry he’s here to take care of him. She did not paint that image, but one of them together, heads leaned close together as if they are discussing some special secret, just between themselves. I’m thinking of having Billy and Dom look at it and sign it perhaps. Menila, the artist, said she’d be honored to have their signatures on her work.

I have my place in front of the stage – it’s 12:45! 15 minutes until the Fantasy Film presentation!
Then, a huge red body shows up in front of me. “Excuse me, please come with me,” the voice associated tells me.
“Wait! Why?” I protest, trying to keep my position and not lose my painting.
“You’re needed over here,” he says, taking my arm and basically forcing me over the side. I’m pissed and I struggle with him, but then I hear, “Hey, runner. I need you to go get sandwiches for 14 at the Center Deli downstairs. Now!” a high-pitched, shrill voice calls. I look up and see Kathleen standing there.
“Kathleen, I’m not working. I’m off,” I tell her. “Put a flag up and another runner will come by,” I say and try to walk away. She grabs my arm and screeches, “Are you refusing to help? I can have you dismissed from this floor for that!” Her beady little bug eyes are screwed up in anger. Mine is almost at its peak, but I’m also afraid she might be able to do what she says. She has several years experience and seems to have the “in” with all the high level staff.
“Kathleen,” I begin calmly, “I’m not on duty right now and this is the EXACT appearance I wanted to see. I’ll even get you a runner if it’ll help, okay?” I ask, appealing to her own sense of hopefulness. I see her look at one of the security guys and she starts to tell him, “I think we have a problem with this volunteer. We’ll need to put her outside and have Mr. McGillis called so we can discuss her issues.”
Fuck! She’s going to have me removed right now, when I most want to be here.
“Fine. Fine,” I storm, “I’ll get your damn sandwiches. Where is the order and where do they need to be delivered?” Blinking back tears, I realize this will take at least 30 minutes and I’ll never get within 100 feet of the stage by the time I get back. I place my painting in the celebrity tent as I walk off, and I’m working through all the ways I could murder the bitch while brushing away tears of frustration. Some trip this turned out to be!

45 minutes later, I make my way back through the crowd to the staging area. I can hear Billy’s voice answering some question and his brogue sends shivers down my spine, as well as new tears to my eyes. I march up to a security person and explain I need to drop these sandwiches off inside the tent, per “Kathleen’s” orders (said with a very snide tone, mind you). He allows me in and I believe I catch just a glint of sympathy towards me in his eyes. Maybe he knows what a fiend she is also.
Once inside, I’m surprised by how sparse the furnishings are here. I would have expected nice deep chairs and couches, nice tables and such. But there are just simple folding chairs with padded seats and backs and simple folding tables to hold things. Granted, there are cell phones for public use, Evian water, large appetizer trays and such, too. Strange.
I walk over to a large table and start placing all the sandwich bags on it, order names facing out. At least “Kathleen-the-bitch”, as I’ve renamed her, isn’t here right now. “Thanks, babe” a security guard says as he darts by and finds his order on the table. A few others start coming in as I finish placing all the bags.
“Tell Kathleen her order is here and her runner is leaving,” I tell one of them sharply and turn quickly to leave. I can still hear Billy and the others answering questions, talking about their movies but I suddenly don’t want to be here anymore. As I start to hurry away from the area, tears threatening yet again, I run directly into a man, causing us both to crumple to the floor.

“You know, love, there’s less painful ways to meet a man,” a sweet accented voice tells me.
I look over to see kind blue eyes gazing at me rather peculiarly. “Are you all right?” he asks, “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. I’m fine, I’m really sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going” I stammer mindlessly, scrambling to stand up. He stands first and takes my hand, pulling me up and then starts brushing me off.
I’m already in a pissed-off mood, and he seems to be spending a bit too much time brushing me off.
“There’s less dangerous ways to be permitted to touch a woman’s ass, sir,” I say with a bit of warning in my voice, looking at him directly now. I hadn’t realized he was shorter than me until now. And wait, he looks familiar…

Oh hell! This is Dominic Monaghan! Oh man, I’ve knocked over Dominic Monaghan! What an idiot I am! And I’ve just threatened him!

Before I can apologize, he laughs heartily at me as he pulls his hands away, putting them up in the air. “So sorry! Nothing untoward intended, dear. Really!” I’m still in a bit of shock as he asks again if I’m all right. “You looked a bit teary when I knocked you down, sweetheart. Are you quite sure you’re okay?”
“I am, really. I was just… It’s nothing. But I am so terribly sorry to have knocked you over. And… to have threatened you – you were just being helpful,” I splutter, hoping to God security doesn’t come over and kill me.
“It’s quite all right, darling. Kenna,” he says, looking at my name badge. “What a sweet name. Unusual, though. I’m Dom, Dom Monaghan. Very nice to have met you, even in odd circumstances.”
“Uh, hi, yes. It is nice to have met you too,” I say, thinking quickly about my painting sitting only a few feet away and my wish to have his signature on it. I push away that thought, though as I realize he should be on stage right now.
“You should be out there right now, shouldn’t you?” I ask.
“Yes, but we all really need a spot of water to drink. And none of that silly Evian crap – just some normal bottled water. Would you be able to get me some, love?” he asks, hopefully, noticing I’m a volunteer.
“Sure! Let me check whether we have some back here. If not, I’ll run get some. How many do you need?” I’m back in runner mode, if only for him.
“Umm, let’s see. There’s me, Billy, Daniel, Andrew… how about 6, just to be safe?” he tells me. At the mention of Billy’s name, I go a bit weak but quickly recover.
“You go back on stage and I’ll have someone bring it up to you,” I tell him.
“Thanks, dear,” he whispers, kissing my cheek and sprinting back to the stage stairs. I turn and look around, not seeing any “normal” bottled water. “Guys, do we have any normal water around?” I ask the security folks still in here eating their lunches. “Don’t think so,” one tells me. I run out of the tent and up toward the catering center to grab a case.

Running back across the conference center is difficult enough, but with a case of 24 water bottles, it’s very tiring! I fly back into the tent, placing the case on a table and ripping it open. I know I cannot approach the stage, so I call over a security staff member. Checking his name I ask, “Terry, could you take these up to the speakers please? Mr. Monaghan requested 6 bottles of water.”
“Sure, doll,” he tells me, taking the water and walking up the stage stairs. Happy that I at least met one of the LOTR folks, I turn again to leave, deciding maybe I will stay, even if I will be leagues away from seeing Billy up close.

First, I meant to say this earlier, but Kathzilla makes me giggle so much. Not her , per se, but her nickname. She does seem to be the Mega Bitch. Made poor Kenna miss the one thing she wanted to see. Grumble.

Oh, but running into Dom, and making the comment about trying to touch a woman's ass. That was hilarious! I can really see Dom doing something like that. :laugh:

I'm enjoying this so much. And, I'm still waiting for Kenna to meet her Billeh. Yes. That will be veryyy interesting.

As always, great job!

bumping!!! Bumping provides luck! :yes:

Oh, I love this!

Ursi is here as well! A little bit late, I know, but better late than never!
Wohooo!
You have started a new story and I know this is going to be a fantabulastic one as well!

It has already hooked me, even if I am not a pervier of the Scottish man I adore your writing.

Keep it up!

:love:

*pouts*

I only drink EVIAN!

:bloom:

Thanks for the feedback guys! It helps to know what you all think.

And I forgive you for not perving over the Billeh, Ursi. ;)2 It's just payback because I won't :drool: over the Orliness! :) :surrender: (Sorry 'bout the Evian dear - here, we have lots of bottles left over, just for you!)

Well, as Ambrosia said, Kathleen is a mega-bitch. Let's see just how bad she CAN be now, shall we?


~Chapter Three~
“What were YOU doing in there?”

Oh fuck me! “Kathleen-the-bitch” is back. Lovely. I barely make it 10 feet from the celebrity tent when she attacks.
“I was just leaving. I was in here delivering YOUR food order, in case you’ve forgotten,” I say seriously.
“That was ages ago. Why are you STILL here?” she asks haughtily, getting into my face. I take a step back, not wanting to get into it with her and answer “I had to find some plain bottled water for the guests on stage. One of them came down and asked me to get them some.”
“And who was THAT?” she asks again, getting more belligerent by the second.
“Dominic,” I answer, purposely not using his last name, adding an air of familiarity between the two of us, even though it doesn’t really exist. I see the flash of jealousy and anger in her eyes and realize I’ve just pushed a bit too far.
“You know, I think you just have a problem with listening to directions, KENNA,” she tells me, accentuating my name. “I should have had you removed earlier, like I intended. I think you’re a security risk, just trying to get to the celebs. Danny! Come here!” she calls to one of the big, burly guys in red.
“What?! Are you nuts?” I yell at her. “What is your problem with me? I haven’t done a damn thing to you, Kathleen!” I’m furious, since I know, for the second damn time, I’m about to be removed for the extent of the whole convention!
“I did what you asked, brought in lunch and when I started to leave, Dom asked me to get water for him and the others. I did it and that’s all!” I’m bordering on hysteria, but trying to keep it cool so the guards don’t think I truly AM a risk.
“So, now it’s ‘Dom’, I see?” Kathleen hisses, “I told you all to stay AWAY from them! And I meant it, tramp! They’re MY concern,” she continues angrily, her voice rising into a shriek. “I want her OUT of here, NOW! Do you understand?”
...

“What are you doin?” Billy whispers to Dom as he senses him starting to rise from his chair again. “The girls are going to have a fit if you wander off again, wanker!” he tells him.
But Dom isn’t listening; he can see some kind of tousle going on in the crowd near the stage. It looks like one of the security guys has the girl he just asked for water and he’s trying to drag her away. What the fuck is going on? She’s a volunteer but she looks like she’s crying. Something’s not right –
“Sorry, ladies. But I promise I’ll be right back. Love you all,” Dom says into the microphone, flashing his most disarming smile, as he startles security and walks right off the stage, into the crowd.
When one of the guards scurries to him, he says “Get me over to the guy over there quick!” pointing to the other guard holding the girl he now recalls is named Kenna.

“Hey, let her go!” Dom yells to the guard, who turns quickly, pulling Kenna with him and almost knocking her down. “Be careful, you silly oaf!” he tells him as he catches Kenna’s arm to hold her up. He then looks back at the guard, who towers over him and adds, “Ahem…please.”
“Kenna, what’s going on?” Dom asks me, seeing the terror on my face.
“Oh, Mr. Monaghan! Uh, she’s been asked to leave. She uh, took something she shouldn’t have,” Kathleen lies, running up to our position.
“You lying bitch!” I spit at her, unable to contain my anger and humiliation anymore. Even the guard is surprised by her lie and let’s go of me, saying “But you said she was a security risk to the celebrity guests…”
“She’s a WHAT?” Dominic exclaims. “That’s not possible. And why did you say she took something? I don’t think Kenna’s the problem here…” he adds.
Suddenly, two police officers appear as well as a very red-faced Mr. McGillis. “What in HELL is going on here?” he demands looking around at the situation. “Mr. Monaghan, are you quite all right?” he asks quickly.
“Yessir, quite all right. But it appears my friend here,” Dom responds, placing his arm protectively around my shoulders, “appears to be having a bit of trouble with the wrangler here,” he says, pointing to Kathleen. “She seems to think my Kenna is a risk to my immediate safety. I think she looks terribly harmless, don’t you agree, Sir?” he asks, hugging me tightly to his side. I’m so shocked by this whole encounter that all I can do is simply smile and wipe tears quickly from my face where they had spilled earlier when I was being forcefully removed.
Mr. McGillis’ response is “I think we need to discuss this further in my office. But you need to return to the stage, Mr. Monaghan.”
“No problem. But Kenna stays with me until I’m done and then we’ll come to your office together, agreed?” he says charmingly, smiling all the while.
I can see Kathleen’s face off to my right and she is beet red and fuming. I have to suppress an urge to laugh out loud at her, even though I’m still terrified of what’s happening.
“Very well, Dominic. As soon as he is done, could you please escort him to my office, Ms. Deming?” Mr. McGillis asks me.
“Of course, Sir,” I reply. I look over at Dom as he smiles, taking my hand and pulls me back into the tent.
“You’ll explain that to me later, right love?” he asks me quickly.
“I… I don’t even know what the hell just happened!” I blubber out.
“Good, then you won’t remember this later, either,” he says, kissing me quickly on the lips and sprinting back up the stairs to the stage. He yells back to a confused security guard, “Hey mate, help my friend get a good spot right up front, okay man?” as he disappears from view.

Dom to the rescue!!! And, a kiss! Oh my. Kenna is a lucky girl. First, Kathleen gets hers, then a hobbit kiss. Sounds like an excellent day. Too bad the kiss wasn't from Billy. :yay:

Excellent chapter! You must post more! I order it. ^_^

Ambra, are you getting territorial?? :laugh:
Doni, that was great. Dom is so cute, protecting her. Yeah, Dom to the rescue! That's the income of fame sometimes.

Screw Kath! <_<

I so love feedback! And yes, Miss Amber is ALWAYS territorial when it comes it the little Glaswegian God! ;)

~Chapter Four~
“Okay, lady, Come with me,” the guys says, walking me out into the crowd again. All the while, my mind is a complete blur. I mindlessly follow the guy, who I notice is named “Fred” (seriously). He moves me to a spot right up front, not 30 feet from the guests on stage. I should be in Heaven, but my mind is still reeling about the events of the last few minutes, none the least being the fact that I have to talk to the Director of Volunteers at some point very soon to explain my actions against a seasoned veteran! I can’t even concentrate on the questions being asked. Even looking up at Billy, who smiles kindly as Dom points me out to him does nothing for my mental clarity or my depressed mood. I sadly wander back out of the crowd, making my way back into the Celeb tent, not even being stopped by Security this time.

“Hey, babe. Why the sad face?” someone asks as I slump down into a seat. I hear a “pop!” and then a bottle of Evian is placed into my hands as I glance up and see “Fred” squatting in front of me.
“Hey,” I answer dejectedly. “It’s just something I have to deal with. But thanks for asking.” I’m secretly wishing he’d just go away. I’m not in the mood for chit-chat.
“Now wait, you just got kissed by one of the Lord of the Rings’ guys and you’re bummed? If I was a girl, I think I’d be happy as hell!” he says to me, causing my head to snap up. I intend to say something mean but I can see a sense of concern in his eyes. I notice for the first time that this is no normal “security monkey” – he’s much older than most of the guys who normally do this type of security; he must be about 50. He has graying hair cut short on his scalp and soft grey eyes that look kind of fatherly, now that I’m looking into them.
“I actually forgot about that, Fred,” I say, laughing softly. “I don’t know what the hell that was about, but it doesn’t help the other situation I’m in,” I tell him. “But I don’t want to get into that, okay?”
“You talking about ‘Queen Kathleen’? Hey doll, you don’t worry about that. I’ve already called the head of security about what I seen. I saw what she did to you earlier, ordering you around like a damn dog! And there you are, not even on-duty! And I saw what she did to you when you came back, too. She’s a royal witch, that girl, and I mean that with a B,” he seethes.
“You did nothin’ wrong, babe, Nothin’! That pretty boy asked you to do a favor and you did it, just like you should have. Charlie was plenty pissed at her and plenty pleased I had some information on that cow.”

That heavy anchor pulling down my heart just lifted a bit. Is he serious?

“You did that? You called someone about me?” I ask quietly, tears pricking in the corners of my eyes. “That was really sweet and kind, Fred. I don’t know what good it’ll do, considering I’m a total newbie and she’s been here for a few years,” I sniffle.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been here 20 years doing security for events. That cow has nothin’ on me. They’ll believe me before her ANY day. So, like I said, you don’t worry about anything, you got me?” His reassurance is helping bolster my spirits and I smile back.
“Thanks Fred,” I say, reaching out to hug him tightly. “Uh, by the way, who’s Charlie?” I ask.
“Head of Security. Just so happens he’s my bud, too,” he replies, winking.

Just then, a small commotion begins behind me as I hear Steve and Alan’s voices insisting to be let in. I get up and dash to the tent flap.
“Guys! What’s wrong?” I ask, looking up at Steve.
“Girl! There you are! Are you okay?” Steve demands as he wraps his arms around me and picks me up into a huge hug.
“Uh, breathe… I can’t breathe. Steve… please,” I choke, trying to get his bear hug loosened.
“Steve-o, let the poor baby down! She’s dying!” Alan declares, pulling on Steve’s arms. I’m put down and I pull them into the tent, Fred telling the other guys to allow them in.
“Tom radioed me and said he saw you and Kathleen in some kind of altercation from the taping booth! Said police were called over and everything! What did that bitch do to you?” He’s so upset he’s turned red.
“Calm down! It’s okay! I’m okay,” I tell him. I sit them both down and relay what happened. The anger and indignation flashes over their faces; it’s like a film strip – first one emotion, then another, then another, on and on. Finally, Fred steps in and explains his phone call and that he doubts anything should happen to me. But he adds, “Here’s my cell number, babe. Just in case. You call me from McGillis’ office if need be.”
Finally, all the emotions overwhelm me and I start crying, yet again. I feel like all I do right now is cry, ever since the divorce decision was made.
Everyone has done such wonderful things for me so at least these tears are happy. “You guys are so great. I’m so lucky to have met all of you,” I sob, feeling stupid as I take a tissue from Alan and wipe my eyes.

“Now, when I left, you were doing fine! What have these blokes done to make you cry now, darling?” I hear that cocky British accent behind me. They must be done with the presentations. I turn and see Dom standing with his hands on his hips, looking a bit peeved.
“It’s okay, Dom. They’re happy tears this time, promise. Fred, please explain this. I don’t think I can do it again,” I sniffle. Fred squeezes me around the shoulders and tells Dom, “Sit down, pretty boy. Let me tell you what happened…”
I laugh through my tears when I see Dom’s expression at being called that and his sniff of annoyance. But I turn to look at Steve and Alan. Their expressions are frozen, lust filling their eyes.
That’s it; I completely crack up laughing at them, which gains me their attention.
“You guys are too much! You can’t just HAVE him here, you know,” I whisper through giggles.
“You fucking KNOW the guy, now? You KNOW Dominic Monaghan??” Alan breathes the words at me. I simply nod.
“That’s what started the whole police incident… thing,” I answer. “I said he came out and asked me to get water. So, yes. We know each other. Did you miss the part where he came down and interrupted the whole Kathleen thing and now I have to take him to meet McGillis… Shit! I have to take him to meet McGillis!” The realization startles me back to complete reality.
“Dominic! We have to go upstairs to Mr. McGillis’ office!” I yell to him. He’s standing up now, shaking hands with Fred, telling him something about “Good man! Great job!” or something.
“I know, lovey. I know. Let’s be off then,” he says, sauntering up and taking my hand. He stops when he sees Steve and Alan, who have resumed staring.
“Hi guys! Lovely to meet you! I’m Dom. And you are…” he pauses then reads their badges “Steve and Alan. Didn’t know they had such nice looking blokes working here,” he says as he shakes their hands and winks at each of them. They both break out in incredible smiles, shaking his hand back. “Nice to meet you too, Dom!” they both gush.
Dom turns to me, “Friends of yours? We should get together for dinner tonight,” he says off-handedly and I look at the guys and realize I’ve just been sucked into a major dinner date. “Come along, dear. We need be off,” he says as he pulls me towards the tent flap.

On the way, I’m staring at Dom. He stops me in a quiet hallway and says “What? Why are you staring, Kenna?”
“Are you always like that? You flirted with Steve and Alan! And you… umm, you… and me, earlier.” How silly. I can’t even say the damn words.
“Damn, you do remember that. Sigh. I hoped it was just a stolen kiss. But alas, you have a good memory… and soft lips, too,” he says, dipping his head to try to do it again. But I see it coming and back up.
“Wait! What are you doing?” I ask incredulously. Dom gets what appears to be actual tears in his eyes, “You don’t want me to kiss you?” he says with a small sniff.
“Dom, I do, I mean, I just… Damnit! You confuse me!” I sputter.
He sighs and smiles, taking both my hands. “Kenna, I’m a flirt. Harmless, to be sure, but a terrible flirt. And I love to steal a kiss from any gorgeous person I can, be it male or female. ‘Course I can’t bloody well REACH your one damn friend anyway,” he says semi-seriously. I smile shyly, wondering about this odd attention. But it’s like he reads my mind when he speaks again.
“But believe me, you’re not just a flirtation to me. I may have just met you, but you already hold a special place in my heart. Friends?” he tells me, with sincerity in his voice.

He’s just met me; knows nothing about me. Something doesn’t feel right.
“Dom… You’re an actor,” I reply, doubting his words. I don’t mean to be cruel, but trust isn’t my best virtue just yet.
“Fuck! Don’t throw that in my face!” he shouts, then realizes the harshness in his words. “I’m sorry, Kenna. Really. But just because I’m a fecking actor doesn’t mean everything I say is just an act. I do like you, love. I do. Please, won’t you be my friend?” he asks, looking directly at me.
“I can’t believe I’m standing in a hallway with one of the most desirable actors in the 21st century standing before me, asking me to be his friend,” I answer softly. “Yes. I could use a good friend right now,” I say reaching out to hug him. I feel his arms wrap around me and squeeze tightly. I turn my head and gently kiss his neck. He looks up and kisses my forehead. “Settled, darling. You’re all mine. Now, let’s go get your arse out of trouble, shall we?”

Okay, deep breath. We approach the door with the plaque “Dennis McGillis”. Dom squeezes my hand and knocks. “Come in,” we hear and so we do. I freeze for a moment when we first enter – Kathleen-the-bitch, Queen Kathleen, whatever you want to call her, is sitting next to Mr. McGillis, behind his desk. This doesn’t feel good for me. Dom senses my fear, squeezes my hand harder and marches us right up to the desk.
“Good afternoon, Mr. McGillis. Thank you for seeing us,” he says, letting go of my hand long enough to shake hands. I catch Kathleen’s intake of breath at the “us” comment. But my fear is overpowering and even that can’t make me smile. I reach over shakily and shake his hand also, looking up briefly to his eyes. I can’t read them. Damn. Dom and I sit in the two chairs being offered. Dom again takes my hand for reassurance. I feel slightly embarrassed by his overture, but also relived to have his warmth and composure.
“Very well, I understand there were a couple interactions between yourself, Ms. Deming, and Ms. Coleman here this morning. Is that correct?” Mr. McGillis begins.
“Yes Sir,” I answer as strongly as I can, “There were two, exactly.”
“I see, only two?” he asks curiously.
“Yes, only two,” I reply. So, she’s been adding to her story a bit. Great. What else will she have me doing now?
“Would you mind telling me your side of things, then?” he asks calmly.
I reply with my own question: “You’ve already heard Kath…Ms. Coleman’s side, I’ll assume?”
“Yes, she explained her views while you were awaiting Mr. Monaghan here,” he adds.
“Then I’ll state now that I feel at a disadvantage attempting to explain myself against unknown accusations,” I assert, emphasizing the last word.
“Oh, please don’t feel you’re under an accusatory observation. Not at all. I simply need to understand the events that have taken place,” he assures me.
“Forgive me if I can’t easily accept your assurances, Sir,” I reply, somewhat coldly. I feel Dom’s hand tighten, and I glance over to see his smile. It feels like he’s saying “Good job! You tell him!”
“But very well, here goes: I was working this morning and had scheduled with you, actually, to work from 8:00am until 11:00am. I was then scheduled off-duty until tomorrow morning at 8:00am,” I begin.
He interrupts briefly to ask, “I believe you were actually here early, Ms. Deming. At 6:00am, were you not?”
“Yes,” I stammer,” I was.” “Fine,” he replies, “Continue.”
My mind is racing – does he think I was only here early, trying to meet the celebrities, like Kathleen probably accused? Oh man…
“Well, I went off-duty and put this jacket on over my shirt, like you instructed us to do yesterday,” I continue, “and at approximately 12:40pm, I went over to the Stage area to find a spot to listen to the Fantasy Film presentations. I was waiting there when a security guard came up, grabbed my arm and demanded I come with him.”
Mr. McGillis interrupts again, “He forced you to come with him?” he asks, seriously. I start to answer “Yes,” when Kathleen interrupts also – “That’s not true. You were hanging out by the tent already and I stepped out and saw you,” she says icily.
“Yes, SIR, it IS true,” I respond, my voice very controlled. “I was forced to go with him. Then Ms. Coleman stepped out and ‘requested’ I get lunch for 14 people in her area. When I reminded her I was not on duty and that she could use her yellow flag, she threatened to have me removed for not assisting her.” I don’t go into more detail than that as it is taking everything I have not to spit in the bitch’s face right now.
“Because I was fearful of her being able to do exactly that, I offered to take the order and get the sandwiches.” I finish my statement before Kathleen can interrupt me again.
“She’s lying! I never threatened her with expulsion UNTIL she got an attitude about not having to help my area. She didn’t explain she was off-duty, and I should have called her on having a jacket on over her shirt. But all of a sudden, her attitude changed and she offered to go, so I felt sorry for her and let her do the task, Dennis,” she says condescendingly, accentuating her use of his first name. “I guess that was my mistake.”
My anger is seething at her lies and I decide to speak out – “You know, I thought you already stated your side of things, Ms. Coleman,” I state through gritted teeth, “May I finish my response before you add your comments?”
“Yes, Ms. Deming. You have a point,” Mr. McGillis replies, “Ms. Coleman, please reserve your comments until she has completed her response,” he tells her and I smile smugly at her discomfort.
“So, what happened then?” he asks me.
“Well, I went and got the order and returned to the staging tent, per her orders,” I go on. He interrupts me again, “And how long did that take?” Seeing my irritation at his continued interruptions, he adds an apology, “I am sorry, Ms. Deming. I’m simply trying to piece things together. Do forgive me.”
Did I just perceive a sense of empathy on his part? I decide not to expect that I did and I answer,
”45 minutes.”
“So, you returned at approximately 1:30pm, correct?”
“Yes, exactly,” I respond.
“And how do you know that, Ms. Deming?” he asks again.
“Because I had specifically wanted to attend that session and I had now missed most of it. I was acutely aware of the time, Sir,” I say flatly.
“I see. Well, tell me what happened then.”
“I took everything in and set it up for everyone. Ms. Coleman was not there, so I asked one of the guards, Jerry I believe was his name, to tell her the orders were here. I then turned to leave but I accidentally ran into Do – Mr. Monaghan here. After a short exchange, he asked me if I could find some normal water for the guests on stage. Something other than Evian,” I explain before he can disrupt my flow of thought again. “There was none in staging, so I ran to Catering and got a case of spring water and brought it up. I left it in staging and when I started to leave, Ms. Coleman started yelling at me about why I was still in the staging area.” I stop and pause, looking at her and her bulging neck veins, desperately wanting to add another falsehood about my version of things.
“When I explained why I was there and that Dom had asked me to get water, she kind of blew up and accused me of being a security risk and asked the guard named Danny to have me removed. Then, I kind of blew up at her too, I asked what her problem was with me and that I’d only done what I was asked. At that point, she explained these were HER celebrities and I was to stay away from them. Right about then, Danny started to pull me away. Then Dom showed up, asked him to stop, and the police arrived as did you. And you know what happened after that.”
Once I’ve finished, I can see Kathleen start to blurt out her comments, but Mr. McGillis’ raised hand stops her.
“Thank you very much for your explanation, Ms. Deming. It was very, um, illuminating. If you and Mr. Monaghan wouldn’t mind, could you step outside for a just a few minutes? I need to speak with Ms. Coleman and another person, please.” His face is all smiles but I see a very hard line form at his jaw. I don’t know if that’s caused by me or Kathleen or the whole damn situation.
“Of course,” we both say in unison and stand up. Walking to the door, I open it and a large man, about 45 is there, holding a tape in his hand. “Oh hello, excuse me,” he says to me and Dom, then steps into the room, closing the door behind him.
“Um, do you know anyone named Charlie, Kenna darling?” Dom whispers suddenly.
“Charlie??!! That was him? Oh, maybe I do have some hope left!” I squeal, hugging him tightly and jumping up and down.
“If I tell you he had a VCR tape in his hand, will you kiss me again?” he adds with a smirk on his face.
I grasp his face with both hands and pull him into a huge kiss on the lips. I place little light kisses all over face before replying “If I was 100% single and we weren’t in a hallway, I might have done more than that!”

LOL! Eh, Dom is one cute guy!!! And I'm really curious to find out how this dinner will be like. :yes:

Doni, darl, it's such a great story, really!!! :cloud#9:

I just can't seem to help myself, ladies.

Goodness, aren't you making Dom the little sweetheart in this. He is a cutie, after all. I'm loving this story.

Oh, I got your PM, and you're very welcome. I just had to nominate your stories, I was such a junkie for The Room. I'd frantically check for updates every day. You are such a great writer!

You are my two most faithful readers! :) Thanks so much! :cloud#9:

Your praise is very kind, Amber. Especially coming from you :bloom:

Let me posty more, just for you both!


~Chapter Five~
I see a strange look pass over his face for a split second. Then he recovers and teases “Really, love? Shall we go find an empty broom closet then?”
“No, no! I was just… excited,“ I tell him, checking for any signs of sincerity.
“And what was that look you had a moment ago, Dom?” I ask quietly, my own voice now solemn.
“Nothing, really love,” he answers too fast.
I pounce again, “Dom, please tell me. We’re friends, right?” I ask gently, taking his hands.
Looking down at our hands clasped together, he fidgets. “What did you mean ‘not 100% single’?” he finally asks.
“Oh, that.” I respond, “Well, I’m in the middle of a divorce, Dom. It’s all very civilized and adult. We’re actually still good friends, but we just can’t live together. I say not ‘100%’ yet because the final declaration from the courts hasn’t happened yet. There’s three more weeks until I get that. Then, it’ll be final.” With those last words, I can’t help the small sob that breaks; it’s still hard to accept that I’ve done it. “But I guess I really AM single. Again,” I admit dejectedly.
Dom’s arms wrap themselves around me and pull me into him. His hand comes up and pulls my head down to his shoulder, “I’m so sorry, love. Truly,” he whispers to me. “I’ll not tease you anymore if that’ll make things better, all right?” he asks me.
“No, please. I… I like your teasing and flirting and stuff. It… It reminds me somebody still thinks I’m still something to flirt with,” I say to him, looking into his eyes while I wipe away a stray tear with my hand. I jump when I feel his hand pinch my bottom, HARD, as he laughs, “Oy, darling, you are definitely something to flirt with!”
“You prick!” I giggle back, forgetting my tears, and he jumps out of my reach, mocking me with “Yes, I know I am dear, but what are you?!”

Suddenly, we hear the door to Mr. McGillis’ office open and Charlie walks out with a livid, screaming, ranting Kathleen. We both jump back in surprise as she lets fly a string of vulgarities and threats directly at me. “You fucking cunt! You stupid whore! I’ll get you for this, you slut!” she shrieks as she is lead away.

Apparently I don’t look too well as Mr. McGillis steps out and takes my arm, asking, “Are you all right, Ms. Deming? Please, come back in and sit down.”
Dom takes me back in and sits me down in a chair as Mr. McGillis comes over with a Diet Pepsi, handing it to me. “Is this all right? I only keep diet drinks up here,” he explains nervously, his attitude a bit different now.
“It’s fine. Uh, what was that all about?” I ask, trembling.
“Well, let’s just say your story and Ms. Coleman’s story didn’t quite match. I half expected that, which is why I had Charles Andrews come up with the floor tape for this morning. Charles is the head of Security. It showed quite plainly that you WERE forced away from your position at the stage when you were waiting for the presentation. It also showed quite clearly Ms. Coleman’s tirade when you attempted to leave the celebrity tent after delivering the water for the guests on stage. I wish to apologize most sincerely for your inability to see the presentations. As I recall, you said you specifically wanted to see that, and only that particular one? You did indicate that also on your application, if I am recalling correctly.”

I’m dumbfounded at both the fact that he did NOT trust Kathleen and that he can actually recall specific information about me! Dom is practically bouncing in his chair.

”You mean she really sat here and LIED like that? In front of us? What a royal
bit-“ I cut him short with a sharp “Dom!” He blushes furiously, “Sorry,” he says sheepishly.
Mr. McGillis smiles and replies, “Yes, she did and I was most disappointed. But we have a new problem and that was why I wanted you both to come back in.” He smiles brightly and I wonder what else he can say. I’m exonerated and that’s all I care about right now!
He continues,” Hopefully, it may make up for your inability to see the presentation this afternoon, Kenna. May I call you that?”
“Um, of course,” I answer, looking curiously at him, waiting for his offer.
“Ahem, well, we seem to be in need of a celebrity wrangler. And to be honest, you seem to have a knack for dealing with the celebrities,” he says, nodding towards Dominic. I glance over at Dom to see a huge grin covering his face as he nods in agreement.
“But Mr. McGillis! I have no experience! None at all!” I protest. “I don’t know the schedules or the requirements or anything! “
“Now, now. It seems you’ve met Fred, the lead security man at the celebrity tent. He knows as much as anyone, even more honestly. He’ll be more than happy to help you coordinate things. He knows the schedules, the assigned guests, everything. And he’d love to have an agreeable wrangler to work with,” he says, winking at me. “And it so happens I’ve radioed him to ask his opinion of having you handle things and his reaction was most positive. I believe his exact words were ‘Hot damn, yes!’”
I sit there, holding Dom’s hand, grasping the arm of the chair so tightly that my fingers are numb. I’m going to be working directly with the celebrity guests? Tomorrow? Holy shit…
“Come on Kenna! Say yes! Say yes!” Dom gushes. “Please? For me?” he whines, giving me bright puppy dog eyes.
“Well, Mr. McGillis,” I say, standing up and offering my hand to shake his, “I guess I’ll have to accept.”

I tell Dom to go ahead and leave now as I spend some time reviewing my new responsibilities. We plan dinner together for 7:00pm, since that’s the time I was going to meet Steve and everyone at Le Bistro. What a surprise I’ll have for them all. Dom takes my cell number and goes off for the remainder of the afternoon.

As he walks back to the hotel across the street from the convention center (with his customary baseball cap and dark sunglasses; like it helps hide his identity…) Dom muses about having met this sweet lady as he did.
Kenna… nice Scottish name. Red hair… nice Scottish attribute. Pale skin… another Scottish attribute. Firm little… Okay, Dommie, stop thinking this way!
But still, she may not be a Scot herself (well, he doesn’t KNOW that for sure) but she’s sure got a lot going for her. She’s awfully cute. And almost divorced. There’s just something special about her. Maybe she’s the one that can… Yes, he’ll like her. I just KNOW he will!

30 minutes later, Kenna is back in her hotel room, sitting on the bed going over and over the schedule for tomorrow. A second presentation for the Fantasy Film group was planned for 2:30 to handle the 200 people who were not able to attend the one held today. Hell, 200 people! Everyone but one guest was able to agree to attend again. Fortunately, the one guest was not a terribly popular illustrator for a smaller film made about 6 years ago. I’m still not sure why he was here…
And there are 4 more presentations from 10:00am on. One by comic illustrators, one by film and anime designers, one by special product vendors (like collectibles and stills), and finally, one by story and script writers. So much to keep track of! But Fred will be there (he came up to tell me how happy he was I agreed to take the job and to give me my artwork I had forgotten in the tent!) and I’d requested a special set of runners to be just for our group (Trisha notably being one of them!). The best part – this became a paying job! Not a bunch of money, but enough to do a bit of shopping. Cool!
I’ve called Steve to confirm that yes, Dom will be coming to dinner with us but he is to keep that secret from Alan and Trisha. I want to surprise them, since they’ve been so good to me since I arrived.
But damn, I am so stressed that my shoulders and legs actually hurt! It’s only 4:00pm now so I think I’ll go down to the exercise room and pool and have a good workout.

Thinking to himself, he can’t believe what his wanker of a friend has done now. Set me up for dinner with a group of people I don’t even know, one specifically being some silly lass he’s met just today and can’t stop talking about!
Isn't that always the way with Dom - so quick to befriend anyone or anything.
The best part - he thinks I’ll like her since “she’s your type, you know.” What’s that? A smile and a pair of nice legs? Piss off – that’s all I need is another girl to mess up my life. As if the last one didn't do a bang up job of that...

He walks into the exercise room and notices a woman working on the weight bench. Hmm, doesn’t see that very often. Looks like the weight is pretty heavy, but she’s handling it well. Impressive. But she seems pretty intense into what she’s doing - Oh well. He wanders over to the “all-in-one” machine that lets him do arms, legs, chest, whatever he wants without moving or using free weights and he tries to concentrate on having a good workout before this dinner thing at 7:00pm. However, he gets distracted when the girl on the bench stands up. She has longish light red hair tied up in a ponytail. She has a fine mist of sweat on her skin that glistens in the light. She’s actually quite well built, he thinks to himself as he watches her move to the door that leads to the pool.
He realizes he’s actually kind of perturbed that she didn’t notice he was there. Feck, everyone seems to notice when Billy Boyd walks into a room. He can’t even take a damn piss without someone wanting to shake his hand. While he’s at the urinal. Holding his willy.
The wall between the pool and weight room is glass and at first, he gets quite excited when he sees her start to undress in the pool area. This could be good. But no, she has on her suit underneath, he sees now. She walks over to the shower and rinses off before walking into the pool and starting laps.

Oh feck this! Enough girl watching, back to de-stressing before this damn dinner.

Oh, I loved this chapter!

:blush: what can I say, I love your work.

Naughty Dommie! But, that definitely made me giggle.

Aw, I know he will too, Dom. I think Kenna is going to be great for Billy. :yes:

:unsure: Billy seems so cynical. Poor broken hearted little lad. (he's so wee!) :laugh:

LMAO! Oh, that was priceless. :lmao:

Ah, but your redheaded lass will be there tonight. I'm so loving that she's a redhead. We're multiplying, Mena!!!

Great job, as always. And, typically, I'll be waiting for more. :x

And how should I not read this story dear? It gets better and better!!

LOL! I really can picture him this way...

and I'm really curious to find the Scot(s) is action!! :yay:

First, Amber my love, you quoted something as below:

But I think you picked up the wrong piece of the story (This was the same part you quoted before). I'm not trying to be picky or mean -- I'm just curious which part you found so funny! (I know I TRY to be funny, but it doesn't always work :blush: )

BTW, I love being quoted! It's so cool - so thank you!

And Mena, hee-hee, I could so picture it while I wrote it! Dom's so cute!
(And I kinda described myself, until I got to the "firm little" part! :lmao: )

And second, here's another chapter!


~Chapter Six~
Kenna is showered and doing her hair when her cell phone rings. She checks it and doesn’t know the number but answers, just in case it’s Dom.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this the 24 hour sex-on-call line? I’m terribly horny and have no one to talk to,” the voice murmurs. If she hadn’t already dealt with Dom all afternoon, she might have hung up quickly or given this prick a piece of her mind. But she knows who it is, so she replies, “Why yes, it is, but I can only talk to boys with cocks over 5 inches. Hold a minute while I get the hobbit division on line. I’m sure they can help you.” His snort of laughter and indignation is priceless, as is the fact that he has no quick comeback. “You’re feeling much better, I see,” he sniffs.
“Yep. A good workout and an hour swim helped calm me down. So, what’s up? Are we still on?” I ask.
“Yes we are. Now, what hotel are you at, love?” Dom asks me.
“The Carlton across from the convention center,” I tell him.
“Really? So am I! Darling! What room are you in?” he gushes. “My own,” I tease. Gee, I AM doing better.
“Funny, bitch. Tell me where you are!” he threatens back. Giggling, I tell him room 402. Without giving me a chance to reply, he sings, “See you in a sec!” and hangs up.

I meet him at the door in a robe as I’m only wearing a bra and panties right now. I ask him to wait on the bed while I keep getting ready. I step back into the bathroom but Dom is talking to me through the door: "I'm so happy you'll be the wrangler now! I'll get to see you tomorrow when we come in and I can ask you to do anything I want! What more can a guy ask for?"
I peek out and see him sitting in the middle of the bed, cross-legged, smiling and bouncing like a kid. Instinctively, I tell him "Stop bouncing on the bed!"
"Hey! I'm an adult! I can do what I want," he whines at me. I have to laugh.
"So, uh, do you have kids or something?" he asks, pensively.
"No, sadly. But I do have 8 nieces and nephews; more than enough pseudo-parenting skills." Why?" I question back.
"You just came out with that 'stop jumping' a little quicker then I expected," he explains. Changing the subject he asks, "So, is it true you only wanted to see our presentation today? That's the only one?"
"Yes," I reply, "it was. I'm glad to know at least they'll do another tomorrow. Of course, I won't really see that one either, I guess," I realize. "But at least I'll be part of setting it all up."
I see the door peek open and Dom's head slip in. "You could be on stage, Kenna. You can be the one fielding questions! It would be the best," he excitedly tells me, "And the other guys are so cool, they'd love you. We all bitched about that other bird. Now I know what a total cunt she was. Oops!" he apologizes, thinking I'll be offended by his little vent there. His face is turning red and he’s looking sheepishly at the ground.
I miss the fact that he's completely entered the room now.
"Sit down, it's all right," I reassure him. He sits on the counter and starts playing with my makeup. "Dom, I need the eyeliner, love. It's just not your color," I say. He smiles then asks me why I wanted to see the Fantasy Film group so badly; why only that group.
"Well, because you and Billy would be in it," I admit. I don't tell him the whole truth, that Billy was really my primary reason. I simply cannot hurt his feelings, even though he is an awfully cute young guy.

Therein lays the problem -- young. 10 years too young.

"Was it really for me, Kenna? Or... or just Billy?"
My head snaps up to look at him - his eyes are bright and sincere. No tears, just honest questions.
"Damn, you're good." I can't lie -- and he knows it.
"It was Billy, eh? Just want to see what's under that little hobbit's kilt, don'tcha sweetheart?" His teasing makes me feel a bit better.
"You're not offended?" I ask seriously.
"Of course I am!" he says incredulously, "I mean, I'm much cuter than he is. And much better in bed, by far. But I can get him to share sometimes, so there's always a chance..."
"Dom, are you ever serious?" I say, half snickering and half worried.
"Yes, darling. I am. But when I'm standing in a gorgeous bird's loo and she's standing there in a black lace bra and black lace knickers, how the hell can you expect me to keep my mind on serious conversation??"
His smug smile brings me back to reality as I realize the truth in his words - "And I promise not to tell Billy if you'll kiss me one more time," he says, "And that WAS a serious request."
"Dom, I've only just met you but I think I'm in lust," I joke, bending down to kiss his soft lips and making sure he gets a good flash of cleavage. Just to tease him more, I lightly lick his lips with my tongue then stand back up and go back to outlining my own lips.
"Such a fecking tease you are, such a fecking tease," is all he can say.

Once I’m all done with my makeup, and a bit for Dom too (a little blush and a bit of clear lipgloss…) I walk back into the room to get my dress. It’s a black dress with itty-bitty white polka dots all over. It’s a sleeveless type with a plunging neckline – not that I have much to show in that department.
Le Bistro is a bit dressy, which is why I made plans with Steve and the group to meet them at the restaurant rather than meeting here. They need time to go home and clean up and change.
“Um, Dom, can you go into the bathroom?” I ask him awkwardly.
“Why? I’ve already seen you without clothes. AM I not allowed to see you WITH them?” he kids.
“No, that’s not it. I still need pantyhose. And most women are not like models when they put them on – it’s not a graceful thing,” I explain, feeling the flush in my face forming.
“All right, all right. I’ll leave,” he sulks, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door. I sigh and slide on my hose.
“Okay, you can come out now,” I tell him as I slip on my dress. He quickly darts out and sees me and gapes. My eyes widen to see him adjust himself, in his pants, after he’s stared for a second.
“Dom! What was that all about?” I ask as I finish getting the dress up and reach back to try to zip it up.
He strides over and takes the zipper, zipping it for me then lightly kissing my neck. He whispers in my ear, “I get so hot watching a woman put on or take off a dress. It just kills me, love.” He briefly pushes his nether regions into my back and I can tell he’s quite serious. It suddenly scares me and I turn to him.
“Dom,” I ask very seriously, “Are you my friend for real, or are you just hoping you’ll get fucked by another fan at the end of the night? Please tell me the truth, Dom. Please,” I plead.

I know this sounds stupid, after all the teasing back and forth between us. I know I should just trust him. Tears have formed in my eyes; just one blink and they’ll spill over, along with all my fears, dreams and fantasies that this trip has become in my mind.
I’ve met one of the stars of the movie that became a major part of my life 4 years ago. He’s best friends with the one man who has become my fascination since the first words he uttered in the “Fellowship”. And I will meet that man tomorrow afternoon. And what will happen when I do? Will I just be someone he met? Will he fall for me on sight? Will he think what an ugly dump I am, old and foolish?
All the while, his friend makes obvious sexual overtures to me – is he just playing? Flirting, as he says, harmlessly? Or is there more to it? Oh shit, I’m so confused. I don’t like being single again…

“Kenna, oh Kenna, darling,” he says, bringing out a handkerchief and softly touching my eyes before the tears fall, “I’m being completely sincere now. Do you understand me? COMPLETELY. You are my friend; my very special, very wonderful, very beautiful, woman friend,” he says, looking up into my eyes and very gently touching my face, “You are not the kind of woman who would just randomly fuck a star just to say she did it; I know that. And whether you choose to believe it or not, I’m not the kind of guy to fuck a fan just because she’s gorgeous or available or whatever. I want more from my life than that, sweetheart. I may be a semi-famous actor now because of a huge fucking break given me by Peter Jackson, but I’m still an honest man underneath.” I realize he actually has small tears forming in hsi eyes. His voice has become quiet and determined. “And I want you to always be my friend. Fucking you just for kicks would destroy all that. You’ve been through a hell of a lot, girl. I may tease and taunt you to make you laugh and make you feel special because that’s what I do for my friends – I make them feel better. But I’d never make you do anything you don’t want, Kenna. Never,” he tells me, his voice steady.
I look down at his bright blue eyes and take the handkerchief to wipe his face also. “Dom, is it too soon to say I love you, my friend?” I ask softly.
“No darling, because I fell in love with you the minute I looked at you,” he breathes, softly kissing my nose and cheeks.
“Now, grab your shoes, we’re going to my place!”

We’re running along the hallways of the hotel, drawing attention from guests and hotel staff alike. Finally, we come to a door that appears to go… nowhere. No room number is listed, no name. It’s like a back door to a service area. But Dom pulls out his passcard and sweeps it, opening the door for me.
“Wait, where are we going?” I ask, hesitantly.
“Our room! It’s a back door, so guests don’t see us arrive easily,” he explains, pulling me in quickly.

Us… Our… he did say that. Who is the other person, as if I don’t already know? My heart is pounding in my chest and it’s getting awfully hard to breathe. I’m in a gorgeous Grecian-style living room. I can tell this suite goes on and on, but I don’t look around much. Dom tells me he’ll be right back to show me around and get me something to drink before we have to leave and I feel him walk away. I stay rooted to the spot, afraid to move. Then I hear a voice, yelling from somewhere else in the rooms:

“Where have you been?” Shouted, heavy Scottish brogue.

“Bill, I was getting…” Dom’s British accent.

“It’s your damn fault I’m not even ready yet, ya wanker! You set me up with some silly daft little fan-girl for dinner,” louder Scottish brogue.

“Billy…” Dom’s voice, much lower tone.

“Then you leave half an hour before we’re supposed to be ready,” Still louder Scottish brogue, getting a bit higher pitched.

“Billy…” Dom’s voice, getting a bit louder and more determined.

“And you come back not even ready your damn self!” High pitched Scottish brogue now.

“BILLY! Will you shut the fock up!?” Dom’s voice is quite angry now and I am horrified. A “silly daft little fan-girl” is what I am?
Great. I just want to shrink away and disappear. The tears are back and there is no stopping the flood now.
I can hear Dom telling Billy, forcefully but quietly, that he’d left to go bring “their guest” up early so she could meet him before they went to dinner.

“And she’s no daft silly fan girl, you dumb arse, she’s a fine lady and you’d better damn well treat her as such, or I’ll kick your skinny Scottish ass!” Dom warns. “Now, I’m quite sure she’s heard this whole damn thing, so let’s go apologize and try to act like a good little hobbit-dick, all right?”

I can see the two of them coming, but Dom’s last words don’t help my flight response that’s already decided. When they are almost in the room, I capture Dom’s eyes and softly cry, “This was a mistake” and turn to make for the door.

I hear two sets of feet running to stop me. I touch the door handle at the same time as a set of hands grabs me from behind and turns me around.
“I’m so sorry, lass. Truly I am. You weren’t meant to hear that. Please, please don’t leave.”

My eyes are closed, blinking out tears as I hear the voice, real and in person, that I’ve dreamed of hearing for so very long. But my dreams never could have imagined it apologizing for having called me a foolish name and begging me not to leave. I open my eyes slowly and see a blurry image of HIS face, Billy’s face, looking directly at me. I feel his hands take mine and pull them to his chest as he again apologizes and asks me not to leave.
“Please, I didn’t mean that, not like you think, lass. I get… I get… nervous meeting women. Especially ones Dom is settin’ me up with, like this, I mean…” He’s stumbling over his words, but he seems genuinely upset with the situation. I gaze into those green eyes, searching for lies. But I don’t find them.

“Um, it’s… it’s okay,” I stammer quietly. Dom steps up and hands me the handkerchief again, saying “We’re getting far too much use of this damn thing now, Kenna.” He smiles as I wipe my eyes, praying to God my mascara isn’t running all over the place and adds, “Billy can be an arse, as you’ve heard, but he really is telling you the truth – he gets real dense around girls. Especially if they’re pretty.” He winks when he says that.
“I…I see.” I’m still having problems talking normally, considering Billy is standing directly in front of me, holding the hand that’s not already holding the handkerchief.
“Am I forgiven?” Billy asks me, still staring at me, searching for my eyes. I stare back at him, grasping his hand harder than I intend to, and reply “Yes, I guess you are.”
“Good,” he responds, “then you can come help me pick out what to wear tonight, all right?”

I’m in shock – he’s holding my hand, walking me into the suite and down a hallway to a large bedroom. It’s decorated in greens and golds – very ornate, almost overdone. There is a king-size bed in the middle of the room it’s strewn with shirts and pants and jackets. I start to come to my senses a bit and realize I haven’t been formally introduced to him.

“Um, by the way, I’m Kenna. Kenna Deming,” I offer.
“Yes, Dom’s told me. And I think you know who I am, but anyway, I’m Billy Boyd. Very pleased to meet you, Kenna.” His eyes twinkle with laughter at having introduced himself to me as he takes my hand and kisses it lightly. I smile at his chivalry. “Now, there’s something I like seeing you do,” he comments, looking up slightly at me.
“What?” I ask, curiously.
“Smiling. Much better than tears, especially ones caused by my stupid mouth. By the way, you look very lovely,” he tells me.
“Oh, thank you!” I reply. I hope I don’t sound all gushy and lovey with him. I don’t really want to start acting like a silly daft fan-girl in reality.
“Please, have a seat,” he says, directing me to a deep green leather chair, all stuffed and inviting. I sit down and Billy surprises me by coming down on one knee in front of me. He takes my hands in his and gazes up at me face.
“I truly am sorry, Kenna, for what you heard. I didn’t mean it, not a word. I do get very nervous around women, really. It sounds silly, what with all the attention we all get. But one on one, I can be a total dunce. And with what Dom’s told me ‘bout you, I knew you were very special. I know he already cares greatly for you, lass,” his eyes are soft and kind as he tells me these things.
“He knew you wanted to meet me, so this dinner was terribly important to him. And I went and fucked things up from the beginning. So, I ask your forgiveness, for real, Kenna Deming. Can we start over?” He squeezes my hands gently and flashes those “I’m-Billy-Boyd-I’m-so-cute” eyes at me. I’m lost in them when I respond, “Of course, Billy Boyd. I forgive you.”

“Lovely, sweetheart. Now, can you please help me get dressed?!”

Omigod!
Three chapters to catch up with!
:eek:
I didn't think I was so behind...

I'll be back with a proper reply when I have caught up!

:love:

*storms off to read*

I just started reading and i find it truly great!

I love the plot, and the way Dom is behaving...!!! I bet he is like that! I bet so!

youknow have a new fan!

hugs
andie

Awww...
that's SO cute!


Sorry hon, I didn't really forget about this, but I hadn't calucualted the spead of posting - truly truly sorry!
But I finally caught up and I love it - this is all sosweet and Dommi is SUCH a GREAT GUY!
Really you are the first who completely blew my slight... well... what's the english word? whatever resentment? against him in the wind - really. He is perfect :)

And Billy's imperfectnes really adds to his own appeal :)


Can't wait for more!


hugs
Laila

Oops, I didn't realize I had quoted the same part twice. Silly me. What I meant to quote was....

that made me laugh very much!


Okay, time for new chapter! Twas great, darling. Absolutely great!

I think I shall quote again. :yes:

haha! Dom is so cute and funny in this.

Eeek! He is just too precious!

Umm, okay...somebody's a potty little bitch boy today.

Aww, alright. How could I stay mad at a man like this? I just can't.
;-)

giggle. I loved that line. For, it's so very true. :x

and, I think we all know the only suitable answer to this request. Not just yes, but Hell yes. :laugh:

I'm still loving this. Keep posting!

Damn, I have no time to start my own quote walz as well... let me just pick up one:

Men suffer of PMS as well. :lmao: :lmao:

Dom is so damn sweet! I've never been a huge fan of his, but you're making me hange my mind.

Kenna, babe, screw age difference. When minds think alike, age does not matter.
Any rference to myself and my stardom crush is totally casual. :laugh:

Hi Andie! I'm so pleased that you are reading this! I was just reading about you and your super dissing of poor Dommie in "With This Ring" (By Ambrosia, by the way!!). That was such a great storyline!

I thought it might be that part, Amber! (The "willy" part...) I was hoping everyone would like that - I thought it was hysterical, but of course, I'm really strange so... :laugh: :laugh:

I love the fact that I'm creating Dom-converts! Which is even more incredible because, until I started writing this story, I wasn't sure I liked him that much either! (Ducks tomatoes being thrown by the Dommie-fans out there)
But I do think of him as I write him here -- that he'd be a really sweet caring person in real-life.

And as Mena points out, age is not really a factor if people are meant to be. And who couldn't have a crush on someone older than them (like a certain Viggo, I'm thinking)? I totally did, all the time when I was younger.
(Yes, I'm OLDER than most of you! Mwahahahahaha! )
Ahem.... So now, my uh, "crushes" tend to be YOUNGER than me. Actually, that's sad. It means I'm getting old. Wah! :eek: :cry: But at least my most favorite person, Billy, and I are the same age. :wub:

Sorry I can't post more story right now -- I left the story on my PC at work :blush: I'll get right to it tomorrow! And thanks again to all of you for posting and providing feed-back. I really, really appreciate it!

:bloom: :bloom: :bloom: :bloom: :bloom: :bloom: <== for all of you

Okay, as promised -- more story (from work -- see? I even interrupt my job for you all! ) :)

~Chapter Seven~
I almost die when Billy removes the shirt he has on and I see that gorgeous chest with the soft layer of ginger colored hair. I so want to touch him, but I’m ecstatic just being in the same room with him! What can a woman say who is actually permitted to be this close to the one person she’s fantasized about for over three years? This is like a dream and I’m afraid if I think too hard about everything that has taken place, I’ll suddenly awake to find myself in my bed at home and none of this will have really happened. I look again to see Billy standing only 6 feet away, naked from the waist up, asking me to help him choose a shirt to wear to dinner.

I walk over to the bed and pick up a dark green silk shirt that he’s thrown aside. I walk up to him with it, holding it out to him to put on. He takes it from me and slips it on, buttoning it only half way.
“I didn’t think this worked, Kenna. But what do you say?” he asks.
I step up close to him, surprised at my own daring, and reach out button it up farther. When my fingers brush his skin, I have to consciously suppress the trembling that wants to begin. I leave three buttons open from the top and reach up to smooth the collar down, but open. It leaves that slight peek of hair at the top that makes women weak in the knees, me included. It also shows his special green shell friendship necklace, given to him by Orlando Bloom.

“I like this one, Billy. It brings out your eyes,” I tell him.


“Then why aren’t you looking at my eyes, darling?” he purrs sexily at me, putting a finger under my chin to raise my eyes to his face. I blush furiously, stepping away in embarrassment.
“No way,” he laughs teasingly, “you’re not gettin’ away from me now,” he tells me as he slips one arm around my waist, pulling me back toward him.
“What was so interesting?” he taunts, smiling at my still flushed face.
“Nothing! I was just… just…” Oh you sound so mature now, Kenna. But your hands are on THAT chest, now…
“I think you were checking out my body, darlin’,” he tells me, eyes flashing bright green. Oh damn.

In sudden clarity, I realize he’s teasing, the same way Dom does. Well then, two can play that game.

“And what if I was, Mr. Boyd? Don’t all women dream of checking out your body, close up?” I say sweetly, batting my eyelashes.
It’s his turn to blush, which he does. Dramatically. It’s so sudden and so sweet, I break out laughing.
His expression and tone are one of hurt when he tells me, “At least most women wouldn’t laugh at my body, Kenna. Some lovely friend you are,” he pouts, although not seriously.
“No, no!” I tell him through giggles, “Not laughing at your body, Billy! Really! It was the way you blushed. I so didn’t expect that. I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to be mean,” I say, finally gaining my composure.
He smiles slyly, stating “All right, then. But, since we’re friends now, you have to tell me the truth – what were you thinking about when you were looking at my chest instead of my eyes, lassie?”
He laughs at me now, with the flush coming back into my face.
“God forgive me for saying this, but you are a mean bastard,” I snort, enjoying the shocked look he has at being called a bastard, then answer him truthfully, “I was thinking how damn hot your chest looked and how I’d like to know what it felt like to touch it.”
I stand there, feeling slightly humiliated, but also pleased that I was brutally honest to the one person I’d never thought I’d ever really meet.
I think he’s surprised too, because it takes him a minute to be able to respond.
“Well, then I’ll have to be honest too, Kenna. I saw you at the pool today before I met you this evening,” he begins, watching my face and smirking as I realize what he’s telling me. “And I hoped to hell you didn’t have anything on under those shorts when you were changing to take your swim. Damn fine arse, if I do say so,” he pauses for a moment, thinking, then adds “Maybe we’ll both get to have our wish at some point in the future, what do you think?”

I so cannot believe what I just heard. That was a serious flirt come-on if I’ve ever heard one.

“I think I just fell into Wonderland, Billy Boyd. This just doesn’t feel real,” I admit. “But, we’re already late and you need to finish getting dressed, so hurry your cute little Scottish ass, all right?”

I step out of the room to let Billy finish dressing after I’ve picked out a pair of slacks and a jacket for him to wear tonight. Dom is standing right outside. From his sheepish look, I’d swear he was listening in!

“How long have you been there, Mr. Monaghan?” I demand.
“Not long. I just came to uh, check up on you, make sure you were okay, that’s it!” He’s making this up as he goes, I can tell.
“Uh-huh, I see. You know, Dom. You’re a really sorry liar,” I say, smiling. “And a very good looking one too,” I add when I glance down at his outfit. “You look wonderful!”
Dom is wearing a dark tan suit with a deep red shirt. His eyes glow brightly when he wears these colors, I notice. He’s trimmed up his goatee and mustache and looks quite handsome.
“And so do you, m’dear.,” he says, taking my arm, “Now, let’s go get you a drink while we wait for Billy’s cute little Scottish ass, shall we?”
“You little shit, you WERE listening in!” I hiss through giggles.

Dom and I sit in the main room, waiting patiently for Billy. I call Steve and tell him we may be a couple minutes late and to have an extra drink on me. I’m sipping a soda while Dom has a beer and teases me for not drinking.
“So, you’d be an awfully cheap date, love,” he teases.
“Oh no, I never said I don’t drink at all! Just last night, I had two shots of whisky cost me $9 a piece!” I respond, smiling brightly, “That makes me a relatively expensive date, I would say.” I refuse to admit I am clueless when it comes to alcohol. I truly don’t drink that much; last night was simply an expensive parlay of courage to get me to sing!
“What the hell whisky costs that much per shot?” Dom asks incredulously, spitting out part of his beer and making me snort in my soda.
“Oh, you would ask me that. Alan picked it for me… It was some scotch whisky called Doo-whiny, Doll-phiny, something like that.”

“Dalwhinnie,” says a strong Scottish voice from behind me. “You mean you actually have that here in the States?” Billy asks. “And you did shots of it rather than straight and tall? What a waste of good whisky, darling.”
I feel embarrassed at the sound of his voice – there is true disappointment in it regarding how I chose to drink last night. I stand and feebly try to explain, “I’m sorry, Billy. But my friend ordered it - I don’t think he realized all I wanted was courage, not quality. “
“That was might fine courage you had then, Kenna. Why don’t you tell us on the way to dinner what that courage was needed for,” Billy smiles, unknowingly calming and reassuring me that I don’t look like a stupid idiot in his eyes.
Damn Kenna, will you calm down around this man?

I’m surprised when they walk me out the front door of their suite to a waiting limousine. Dom laughs and opens the door as Billy helps me in. It’s huge, with a plasma screen television and a stocked bar. I guess my eyes must be huge because both guys start chuckling.
“What?” I ask, looking around, “It’s impressive, all right?”
Dom jumps on that opening line, quipping “Oh, I do hope she says that when she sees me naked later!”
“Fecking idiot,” Billy comments, “She’ll only say that when she sees how white your arse is, wanker.”

“And who said I’ll be seeing anyone naked later anyway? I’m not that kind of girl,” I protest, giggling at both their actions. Both groan and make some comments about not getting lucky tonight.
These two are like brothers together – always picking at one another but in a loving way. Having them together actually calms my nerves about being so close to Billy. They’ve placed me between them but they both keep reaching around me to pinch or poke at one another.
They finally stop for a minute and Billy asks me why I needed two shots of ‘courage’ last evening. I explain about going to a club and singing Karoake.
“Ooh, you can sing, love?” Dom gushes, “Sing us a song! Please?” he begs, reaching over to turn up the radio.
“No, Dom. I can’t really sing that well. It’s just for fun, anyway,” I say, dismissing his request, “Besides, I certainly doubt I can sing anything by Barry White, sweetie,” who is the performer that happens to be on the radio at that moment. Billy laughs heartily, reaching over to smack Dom on the arm.


“Okay guys, truce until we get to the restaurant, or I’ll be explaining why I’m black and blue to my friends!” That last hit caught me a bit too, and while I love being a part of this very special friendship, I rather wish they’d put me on one side of them instead of between. This friendship is quite painful! They both quietly put their hands in their laps, looking at me together as they answer “Yes, Mother.”
All I can do is laugh and say “Boys!”

When we arrive at the restaurant, I’m horrified to realize I have to get out of this limo and be surrounded by paparazzi – they’re already there. I’m not sure how the hell they knew Billy and Dom would be coming here, but I suspect Steve was not being as careful as he should have with the info. Dom takes my arm protectively as we exit. I can’t see a damn thing for the flashes going off but both guys guide me to the door, into the sanctity of darkness and quiet.
“Hell, do you always deal with that?” I mutter.
“Not always,” Billy whispers, “But mostly, yeah. “
The maitre’ D shows us to a special room where they’ve placed my friends – and now I know why the photographers showed up. Steve told the restaurant, who of course called the press – free publicity.
The Maitre’ D makes sure to tell us how private and comfortable our room is, fawning all over the guys. Asshole.
I’m just waiting to see Trisha and Alan’s faces!

We turn a corner to enter the room and I pull Dom and Billy back.
“Let me go in first, okay?” I whisper.
“You mean, they don’t know?” Dom asks.
“No, and I want to surprise them. Well, Steve knows, but he better not have told the others!” I whisper back.
“Oh this should be fun!” Dom giggles and I become worried. Oh well, here goes.
“Hi guys!” I enter the room to see the group sitting at a gorgeous table set for six. I can tell Alan and Trisha are confused by the looks on their faces. They all stand and we hug and say hellos.
“So, what’s with the super-secret room, the two extra chairs and all the special accommodations, OF?” Trisha asks. Damn, I’d hoped she’d forgotten the OF thing.
“Nothing, why? What special accommodations?” I say innocently.
“Fucking Dom Perignon, that’s what!” she laughs. “What’s up, girl?” Trisha asks, grabbing my arm.

“Well, I just brought a couple friends I met today. Well, I met one today; he brought a friend too,” I think I’m sounding stupid, so I just stop and go get the guys.

*gasps!*

Billy!!! Man! He's so... masculine and wow...

:eek:
*drools*


wow...
lol never pictured him that way, but it's dman entertaining... damn hot entertaining!
:yum:


awesome chapter, love!

hugs
Laila

Aww, I love the bound they're starting to create...
and Billy... well, Billy is Billy. :wub:

Wouldnt you just love that compliment!

Hey girl....I am late again...as I am usually these days.
But when I saw that you had a fic up I had to read it
And so far it is hilarious.

Laughing my ass off here.
Next time I make a better comment but I don't have much time now!

me=dead after so much talking about billy's bare chest. He's just so......yummy. But, I still have a little crush on Dom in this one. You write him very well. Looking forward to her friends' surprsied reaction when they see who the special guests are.

Oh, you all are too kind! And Dana is here now, too - Hi! ** waves** :bye: I'm glad you like it.

I love it! I'm turning Laila into a Billeh-girl! (Okay, he could be described as rather Viggo-ish. But he has his weak side too; it'll come out soon enough)
But see? He's a total cutie! :yum:

Angel, I would SO be happy if anyone described my "arse" that way ;)

Here's more (and it's LONG!):

~Chapter Eight~
When they come around the corner, there is dead silence. With the exception of Steve’s ear-to-ear smile and my quiet breathing, you’d think no one had even walked in. Then, Alan speaks:

“Oh my God! It’s the real-life slash-hobbits! Darlings!”

What did he say? Oh no, oh no, oh no…
“Uh, dearest, what’s a slash-hobbit?” Dom’s leaned over and whispered in my ear. Oh thank you Lord, he doesn’t know what “slash” is!
“I’ll, um, explain later,” I whisper back, which he relays to Billy. But Billy has a very flushed appearance and a very tight grin right now; I’m dying to know if he understands that term. But I don’t have time to find out right now as Trisha and Alan have both gotten up to approach and shake hands and, basically, squee. Steve is standing back a bit, acting more reserved. I did see a brief look of horror on his face when Alan blurted out the “hobbit” statement.
The guys introduce themselves to my friends. Dom, true to his word, kisses each of them. Even Steve, who has to lean down but seems to enjoy the kiss, which I notice lingers just a second longer than Trisha’s and Alan’s. I even see a slight flash of jealousy in Alan’s eyes, but I take his hand and squeeze it, reassuring him Dom is really all right.
Billy, being Billy, shakes everyone’s hands, kisses Trisha lightly and smiles brightly.

“Okay everyone, I want to order. I just realized I haven’t eaten since 6:30am and I’m famished!” I say, directing everyone’s attention back to the table. We all sit down and I try to avoid sitting directly by the boys – I want to let my friends enjoy their company. But I notice Billy holds out Trisha’s chair, putting her right by Dom and then comes to pull one out for me, which happens to be right by him. I take it graciously and sit down.
“Well, Dom Perignon, let’s enjoy it!” Dom says, grabbing the bottle and pouring everyone a glass. Steve lifts his glass in a toast; “To new friends!” he calls.
We all touch glasses and I smile back when I realize he’s looking at me. The waiter shows up at that moment, requesting drink orders.
“Kenna, want another shot of courage?” Dom teases.
“No, just a seltzer with lime, please,” I reply.

“Damn,” he whispers to Alan, who’s sitting next to him also, “I can’t get that girl drunk for anything!”
Alan laughs out loud, commenting “She was a wee bit happy last evening. And on two glasses of Scotch!”

Billy pipes up at this, “Where did you find Dalwhinnie, sir? She tells me that was the whisky you ordered for her.”
“Yes! I just knew you’d be pleased about that! But I’m surprised she could recall the name,” he says, then gets quiet, telling Billy in a conspiratorial voice,” I ordered her two glasses, intending to teach her about a damn fine Scottish whisky. My friend at a club called “Tip’s n’ Stick’s” has a private stash he only opens for me.” I see Billy and Dom catch each other’s eyes for a minute when Alan mentions the name of the club.
Alan doesn’t notice and continues, “But she misunderstood. She downed ‘em like shots! I thought the poor dear would choke to death on the first. She was so red! But she was a trooper and downed the second before I could stop her!”

I’m totally embarrassed, flushed red right now, but the whole table laughs, and not cruelly.

“You poor thing! I was so worried!” Steve says, “But it seemed to bring out that lovely voice. I’d have to recommend you do it again sometime!” he teases.
“All right, all right. I’ll admit it – I don’t know a damn thing about alcohol or whisky or beer or anything. The best I do is white Zinfandel at parties, okay?” I sit there with a fake pout on my face, causing more giggles to erupt around the table.
But Billy reaches over and takes my hand, pulling it under the table and holding it on his thigh. He leans over and murmurs in my ear, “I’m very proud of you, lassie. Many a man’s been taken out by downing whisky too fast. And you chose a damn fine one, as I’ve said before. But how’s about I give you a proper lesson later and teach you how to take it well, Kenna?”

It’s all I can do to keep my mind straight about what’s he’s just said – I know what he means but the whole context and the soft purr in his voice sent me into a whole other realm of thought. One that was a bit more, uh, sexual than the one intended.

Uh-oh, I think he picked up on it too, because he suddenly reaches over and adds, “How to take a fine malt whisky, darlin’. But we can discuss other educational opportunities too, if you’d like.”
His small smile and wink nearly kills me. I cannot believe I’m sitting here being flirted with by Billy Boyd!
“Shut up, Billy, just hush!” I admonish, making him chuckle even more. Luckily, I’m saved from further embarrassment as the waiter comes to take orders. His haughty attitude is further incensed when we tell him we need a few more minutes, as we have yet to check the menu. As he huffs something rude under his breath, Dom stands and talks briefly to him. His demeanor suddenly brightens as he walks off to give us extra time.
“So, what did you tell him?” Trisha asks, smiling demurely at Dom. Oh boy, she’s smitten already.
“I just told him he’d get an extra ‘tip’ from me, personally, if he’d be a nice boy,” he answers, batting his eyelashes and smooching his lips. For a split second, Trisha’s face falls until Billy and I start to laugh hysterically.
“Okay, wanker, what’d you really tell him?” Billy asks.
“O-kay… I really told him YOU’D give him a proper blow after dinner in the alley.”

Well, dinner is starting off about how I’d imagined.
...

Dinner is wrapping up and I suddenly realize just how tired I am. Getting up at 3:00am was a bit early, I decide. But excitement shouldn’t wake me so early tomorrow. But I do just want to go back to my room. And everyone is discussing going out dancing afterwards.
“So OF, ready for a bit of dancing?” Trisha asks me, excited to be going out with Dom, I can tell.
Dom leans in to ask about the nature of the OF name.
“Well, it applies tonight, guys. OF means Old Fart, and that’s me right now. Why don’t you all go ahead and I’ll catch a cab back to the hotel?” I explain.
Dom’s face falls and Steve and Alan start to protest. But I silence them, explaining that I was up at 3:00am and I have to be in early again tomorrow to be ready for my new position. (Luckily, Steve and Alan told Trisha all about what happened. I told her during dinner that I’d asked for her to be one of my runners, which she was terribly happy to hear)
“All right, but I’m paying for the cab,” Dom tells me. Then, the most amazing thing happens.

“No, I am. And I’ll be escorting her back too, my new friends. It’s been lovely meeting you all, but I have to admit I’m a wee bit tired me’self.,” Billy tells the group. “How about we make plans to go out tomorrow right after the sessions end? I’ll buy you all a round, too” he adds, trying to appease the sudden sad looks.
“No, Billy, that’s quite all right,” I insist. “Just go for a bit. I’ll be fine.”
“Nay, lass. I truly am tired. What’s wrong? Are you afraid to be alone with me?” Billy says teasingly.
Dom speaks up, joking with me he would be afraid, if he were me. I see looks go between Steve and Alan, and then sweet smiles are directed my way.

Oh please guys, don’t make me feel set up that way! He just wants to go back to the hotel, that’s all! Really! Isn’t it?

Dom hugs Billy, telling him to take good care of me, then kisses me lightly and brightly escorts the rest of the group out to the waiting limo, while the Maitre D’ calls us a taxi.

“So Kenna, tell me about yourself. I suspect you already know a bit about me,” Billy asks, smiling.
“Oh, I only know what the press and web sites want to say. I don’t tend to believe most of it, though,” I respond, looking down to avoid meeting his eyes. I feel ashamed admitting that I have done lots of research on him – always wondering what’s true and what’s lie.
Billy lifts my chin, making me meet those deep green pools. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m a celebrity now and that’s what people do. If you admire my work, I feel honored that you’ve tried to find out more about me. And even if you don’t admire my work and just admire my physique, that’s all right with me too.”
His eyes dance with humor as he finishes his comment. As embarrassed as I was just a couple hours ago as a result of his flirtatious behavior, I’m surprised to realize this playful comment doesn’t upset me again as much as reassure me he’s just a normal person underneath who refuses to take himself too seriously.
“Well, you’ll be happy to know I admire both, Billy. But your work is what drew me in initially. And I do mean that,” I acknowledge.
His soft laugh is infectious and I laugh along with him. Just then, the Maitre D’ announces that our cab is here.
“You still owe me a life history, darlin’” Billy tells me as he takes my arm, guiding me out to the cab.

In the cab, he corners me about the “slash-hobbits” comment. I know I’m beet red with embarrassment as he states “Now, as I recall from reading through a couple of my own fan sites, slash is a story about two guys getting together, am I right, Kenna love? And it’s typically me and Dom, or me and Elijah or me and Orlando. Feck, can’t imagine having an elf, though.” His last statement catches me off-guard and makes me snort with laughter.
He laughs with me and we both glance up to see the driver chuckling too.
“I guess we’re bein’ a bit too loud back here, m’dear,” Billy whispers. We both giggle and sit back to enjoy the ride for a few minutes.

“So, about that life history you be owing me. Tell me about Kenna,” Billy says out of the blue.

I so don’t want to go into this – I’m nothing special, even if Dom does think I am. I look over at Billy and open my mouth to protest but his look stops me cold – his eyes are open wide and questioning, like a child asking why the sky is blue. His mouth is set in a small smile, barely existing, but enough to let me know he anxiously awaits what he will hear. His hands are open on his lap, lightly resting on his knees.
I sigh softly and ask, “What do you want to know?”
“Tell me about your name. Do you have some Scottish ancestry? Your name is Scottish. Did you know that?” he inquires.
“Yes, I did actually. But no, I think I’m more Irish that Scottish. Kenna’s not my given name. I changed it legally when I was 20. My given name is Ethel; I’m named after a favorite aunt.” I have to smile at Billy’s look of surprise. That’s everyone’s reaction when I tell them my real name.
“I really, REALLY couldn’t stand it. I was made fun of for as long as I can recall about my name. But my last name was McKenna at the time. I’d taken to calling myself Kenna when I was about 10, much to the chagrin of my parents. But they allowed it and when I was 20, I changed it legally.”
“Really? Well, it fits you well – the fair one, it means. And it’s the name of old kings, so it’s a strong name. Yes, it fits you well,” Billy comments kindly.
I smile shyly, wondering about the basis of the comment.
"Well, it became kind of a joke. I became Kenna McKenna for a few years. It was good for a laugh," I say, drifting away from continuing.

Billy's eyes are still questioning, but with a different look now; one I can't really read. His hands are pulling up, no longer looking so relaxed. Or, am I just imagining things?

"But, your name is Deming now. And why is that?" he asks gently.
"I married when I was 22. We were married for qui