More Than a Fan v.3, NC-17; all het; Elijah, Orli, and Dom

Hey now, I gave you that chapter! It's not my fault your computer ate it. Now...

POST IT!!!! *sets up camp beside Sabrina and waits IMpatiently*

Although I've already read it.

Marlo has it at the moment. She said she was almost done beta-ing it when I last talked to her... maybe yesterday. I can't remember right now.

*Sets up third camp beside them* *Sings loudly to get Ronda's attention*

*Smiles innocently and gives Ronnie a hug*

Lou

~Chapter Two~ (PG-13)
(Dom)
May 20th, 2005

“Lost” has finished wrapping up its first season and Dom’s about to fly home to L.A., but before boarding the plane he calls up his best friend.

While waiting to board his flight to LA, Dom went to the pay phone and called Elijah. He had finally finished filming Lost and was now coming home for good.

“Hello?” Elijah’s voice came down the line.

“Hey Lij, it’s me.”

“Hey Dom! Haven’t you left yet? Finally coming home from filming. That break in September just wasn’t long enough.”

“You can say that again. I didn’t get much time to talk to Ronda, that’s for sure. And when I did, I screwed it up. Has she called you by any chance?” Dom’s voice was hopeful and scared at the same time.

“I’ve told you mate, Joey says that Ronda will call when she’s ready. And don’t worry, I’ll call you the second I hear from her.” Elijah tried to comfort his friend.

“I’m just worried about her. She could be laying in a gutter somewhere for all I know!” Dom’s angry voice was attracting attention from the others waiting for the plane. “We haven’t heard from her in eight months!”

Dom could hear Elijah take a deep breath. “Whose fault is that?” Elijah asked bluntly.

Dom sighed. “I didn’t mean all that I said. I didn’t.” He responded quietly.

“You hurt her Dom. Even I can’t believe what you said.” Elijah’s voice was quiet and comforting.

“What about all she said to you? How does that make you feel? Maybe if you think about that for a minute, you’ll know half of what I’m feeling.” Dom threw back.

“That was just as much my fault as it was hers. Ronda and I shared a strong physical attraction and we acted on it.” Said Elijah’s in his defense.

“But you have feelings for her.”

“I’m over them. It wasn’t supposed to be. You can have her. She always liked you better anyway.” Elijah let out a harsh laugh.


“But…” Dom was surprised at the direction the conversation had turned.

“Ronda liked me first, true, but when she got to know me…I guess she found that our personalities were better off as friends than lovers.”

“Didn’t you hope that it could have been more?” Dom asked incredulously.

“Until I got to know her a little better.” Elijah said, hoping Dom wouldn’t take it the wrong way.

“So the question I should be asking myself is…do I actually like her and do our personalities go together…. Or do I just want to shag her?” Dom’s voice held a note of realization of the task before him.

“Exactly.” Said Elijah. “ I care deeply for her, but I’m willing to be just friends with her. I’m sure that is all we were meant to be.”

“Well, my flight’s here. I’ll be thinking all this over on my way home.”

“Alright man, I’ll come over when you get here.”

“Later mate.” Dom hung up and boarded his plane.
~~~~~~

Orlando greeted Dom at the airport and promptly asked the question, “What is going on between you and Elijah?”

“It’s Ronda. You know…I never thought a girl would come between us.” Dom said in disbelief and semi agony. He put his suitcase in the trunk of Orlando’s car and slammed it harder than he intended to. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“That’s okay mate.” Orlando said easily and got into the driver’s seat. As soon as Dom had sat down in the passenger seat, Orlando started the car. “Ronda is a nice girl. I couldn’t believe it when you said those hurtful things to her.” Orlando guided his car onto the freeway and sped up to join traffic.

Dom had forgotten to buckle his seatbelt, but when Orlando hit 95 mph and was swerving in and out of cars like a mad man, he quickly remembered and buckled up. While doing so he said, “I care for her. When I said those things…I don’t know exactly what was going on in my mind. I just had to be sure she had the right intentions.” Dom gazed out the window at the passing LA scenery.

“Do you hear yourself Dom?” Orlando asked incredulously. “This is exactly what you’ve said about all your past relationships. Those other girls may have been using you for your fame and name, but Ronda’s different. She’s more than a fan.”

Dom exhaled loudly. “You’re probably right. I know I’m being a dickhead about all this. It’s just hard to trust when in the past, I’ve been so used and abused.” Shaking his head, Dom continued, “I’ve probably blown it with her. She’ll never have me back.”

“I don’t know mate. Ronda’s pretty ballsy. If she were through with you, I think we’d have heard from her by now.” Orlando took the exit towards his house.

“You drive like a Brit, that’s for sure.” Dom said in an attempt to change the subject. But he couldn’t get his mind off Ronda, and five minutes later, he was talking about her again.

“I’ve just got this crazy suspicion that she’s up to something behind my back. I mean, what if she’s plotting some sort of revenge.”

Orlando reached over and slapped Dom upside the head. “Once again, do you hear yourself? Man, I feel like a fucking broken record. Quit shittin’ yourself. Calm down. She’s not crazy. You said it yourself that your idea was just a ‘crazy suspicion’.”

“You’re right. And I know it. She is too nice…a little bitchy at times.” Shrugging and getting a sly grin on his face Dom continued with, “But what woman isn’t at times.”

“That sounds more like the Dominic Monaghan I know.” Orlando said and grinned along with his friend. “Just give Ronda a little more time. You have been away for a long time.”

“Yes,” Dom nodded. “Hey, Orlando?” Dom said, noticing where Orlando was headed to for the first time that day. “Can we take a detour on the way to your place?”

“Sure. Where to?”

“Samantha’s house.”

“I’ll go in with you to get Lily if you’d like.” Orlando said supportively.

“Thanks mate.”

“No worries. Just tell me how to get there.”

Lily Elizabeth Monaghan was born one week before Alexandra Jane. Now, both girls were six months old. Dom almost hates Samantha. No matter how much she apologizes, he cannot bring himself to forgive her for lying to him. But that doesn’t mean he hates his daughter. On the contrary, he loves her and spoils her every chance he gets, and now that he’s home from filming, Samantha is allowing him to see Lily for a few days.

Dom went into the house first after Sam’s voice called to come in. The exchange was cold as Dom gave Sam some extra money for babysitting his dogs while he was away. After securing the car seat into the back, Dom and Orli head for Dom’s house.

Sean and Christine were waiting there with Emily and James when they arrived.

“Thank you again for watching them.” Orlando said as he walked in and gave his two kids hugs.

“Not a problem, man.” Sean said. “We know you pay well.”

“Sean!” Christine exclaimed, shocked. “Don’t talk about payment in front of the children.”

Sean looked utterly chastised and mumbled “yes dear,” under his breath.

“Uncle Dom!” Suddenly the kids, who had been so intent on hugging their father and welcoming him home, had flown over to Dom to hug his knees.

“Careful you two.” Dom chuckled. He had Lily in his arms and was trying not to drop her whilst being attacked.

“Oooh! You brought your baby.” Emily cooed. “Can I hold her?”

“You’re too little, love,” Dom smiled down at her and made his way to the couch.

“Come here, Emmy,” Orlando took his daughter’s hand. Grabbing James’ hand, he led the two outside where they could play in the back yard.

“We’ll talk to you guys later,” Sean and Christine said and left through the front door.

“It’s okay, Orlando. Now that I’m sitting down and can help her, Emily can hold Lily.” Dom said before Orlando had gotten the kids outside.

Orlando sat Emily by the arm of the couch. “Sit right here, and stay very still.” He cautioned.

Dom smiled and gently placed his daughter in Emmy’s awaiting arms. He knelt in front of her and Orli sat beside her on the couch.

“She’s beautiful,” Emmy smiled down at Dom.

“I want to see her,” James ran up and jumped next to his father.

“Careful buddy,” Orli pulled James onto his lap.

“So, this baby is our cousin…just like Allie and Lizzie?”

“That’s right James. And when Lily grows up a little more, you’ll get to play with her too.” Dom said to the awed little boy.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it!” James yelled and bounded off towards the door. “Who is it?” He practically shouted.

“It’s Elijah.” Came the response.

James turned to Dom and Orli. “It’s Uncle ‘Lijah. Can I let him in?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” Dom said.

“Hey little man,” Elijah said as he stepped into the house.

“Hello mate,” Dom said from his spot on the floor.

“Hey Dom. Orli.” Elijah acknowledged him with a nod. “Well look at that, two very pretty little girls.” Elijah walked up to his friends and began admiring the girls.

“Um… Dom, mate, I’m sorry if I sounded harsh on the phone earlier.” Elijah said.

“Actually…” Dom slowly stood up, “could you watch Lily for a couple of minutes?” Dom asked Orlando and Emily.

“Sure mate, go ahead.” Orli said and took the baby from Emily, whose arms were getting tired.

Dom and Elijah go into the kitchen where Dom’s eyes glance longingly at the refrigerator. We had so much going for us back then, he thought as the remembrance of Ronda’s soft body pressed between him and the refrigerator envelop him.

“’Lij, you remember that night in January…that night you brought Ronnie out here.” Dom brought his gaze back to Elijah, who was now sitting at the table.

Elijah smiled fondly. “Yeah, I do.”

Not knowing how else to ask the next question, Dom decided it was best to get it out of the way, “Did you shag her that night?”

Elijah blinked and looked at his friend. “Yes. We slept together. Why?”

“I thought you’d like to know that later that same night…I had her pressed up against that very icebox; ready to shag her myself.” Dom’s eyes traveled to the fridge.

Pulling his attention from the fridge and putting it back on Elijah, Dom could see the pain in his friend’s eyes. But he felt that this needed to be said.

“What about the night we met her?” Dom asked, afraid to know the truth.

“Orli…” Dom could see Elijah searching his memory for that long ago night, “almost fucked her half-hour before I actually did. Look,” Elijah said and shook his head while rubbing the back of his neck, “is there a point to any of this? She’s already apologized for all that’s happened between us. I’m…well; I’m getting over it. What’s this really about, Dom?”

“I love her.” Dom responded quietly.

“And you’re afraid you’ve lost her for good?” Elijah asked, still trying to process Dom’s last declaration.

“Think about what I’ve said to her.” Dom was almost in tears as he thought back to all the harsh words and the accusations.

“She’ll get over it.” Elijah said after a moment’s thought. “She’s probably got a lot on her plate right now and is trying to work all that shit out.”

“Part of me hopes you’re right.” Dom said and started crying.

Ronda!

Great chapter!

I am absolutely loving this story.

I can't wait for that show to start! Doesn't it start next week?

Poor Ronda! I hope that things get straightened out between her and Dom. Poor Elijah too! I am glad though that he is there for Dom. Orli rocks in this story! His kids sound so cute!

More soon please?

Luvs

Sarah

Awww... poor Dom! Go AFTER HER!!! NOOOWWW!!!

"...She’s more than a fan.”

*sqeal*

OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD CHAPTER!!!

Oh...so sappy...and good! YAY!!!! MORE MORE MORE!!

FASTER!!!

um...

*cough*

anyway...

Wow Ronnie. Great, great...great chapter.

I wonder what will happen next... Hmmm. *Ponders*

Lou

*curtsies* I'm so deep into the next chapter that it seems weird reading back on that one already.

Great chapter. Dom you need to talk to her. Sighs.

Yeah? Well I hate you too!

Damn bastard.

Aw...Lily? That's a beautiful name, Ronnie. Something I think I'd chose myself.

Oh how I love you and your fantastic chapters!

Muahahaha I think Dom should walk in on Ronnie and Em, and be like "What the hell?!....why didn't you invite me!" and they all have a threesome I don't have perverted thoughts.

I wonder what'll happen next

I love you forever for that comment honey!

I think Sabrina's suggestion rocks... What does everyone else think... Ronnie?

If not, I'm sure the chapter will be just as good.

Louise.
xx

What does the author think?

My story. My evil, fully thought through plot. *evil grin*

Lol. Mmmwwwaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Terribly evil. Lol... Nah, tis not that bad... Or wasn't that what you wanted to hear? Lol. You're gonna make it more mean now aren't you? Lol.



Louise.
xx

Ronnie, post more soon girl!

I love you forever for that comment honey!

I think Sabrina's suggestion rocks... What does everyone else think... Ronnie?

If not, I'm sure the chapter will be just as good.

Louise.
xx

I love you too

And yes my suggestion is fantabulous!

Yes, yes. This is your author:

~Chapter Three~

May 27th, 2005

“I really want to get him back for what he said.” I say as I sit on the couch, watching mindless TV.

“Is that what this whole thing has been about? Ronnie, I don’t think that would turn out good.” Marshall sits down next to me and grabs the remote out of my hand, turning off the TV.

“I guess there is a balance between revenge and proving him wrong. I want both though. I want to show everyone how wrong he is about,” my voice is cracking, “about everything. I never wanted to use him to further my career. No matter how important that is to me, I’d never do that.”

“Anything you want can be arranged, babe. Just let me know.” Marshall’s tone is so sincere that I almost start crying again.

“I know…tell you what. I want them to be at my first concert here in LA. I want them to see the success that I’ve achieved without them.” There are tears streaming down my cheeks and I reach over for a tissue.

“So…you want two hobbits and an elf at your first concert?” Marshall snakes his arms around my waist.

“You have been listening to me.” I say in mock surprise.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t be?” He says and starts to nuzzle my neck.

I giggle and pull away. “Oh…” I begin as he starts to knead my breast. “Your so obvious distraction right now. You like sexing me a little too much Monsieur Mathers.”

“Ohhh…you know what French does to me.” His hand sneaks to the buttons on my blouse, but I pull away and stand up.

“Now…what were we talking about? Can you listen?”

“I’m sorry. I’ll listen to you now.” He sits up straight and looks me in the eyes.

“Thank you. Well, I just don’t think that Dom meant all that he said. He couldn’t really.” I sit back down on the couch, trying to keep a sensible distance between us.

Marshall clears his throat and says, “By the sounds of everything, he didn’t have grounds for what he said.”

“There aren’t any grounds for why he would say those things to me or about me. But I heard from Elijah that a few months before he met me, Dom was used by some fan girl.” I shake my head. “I just don’t know why Dom would think that I’m like that.”

“Well, something like that would put him on the edge. You two didn’t know each other very well, did you?” Marshall’s voice creeps back into my thoughts.

“He never gave me a chance.” I reply in a whisper.

Nodding, Marshall says, “I think that with the help of his friends, he’ll get over his hurt. But it could take a long time. You just have to give it time Ronnie.” He takes my hand and begins to massage it.

“Yeah,” I say and use my other hand to wipe away the tears. “They are a really good group of guys.”

“Well, in the meantime, he certainly is missing out. You’re a great gal.”

Suddenly I’m being attacked with kisses. It appears as if Marshall’s listening skills only go so far before his animalistic ones take over.

Ding-dong! The doorbell rings and, without waiting for an answer, my manager Lexi Forrester walks in.

“Ah. Nothing’s changed since I was last here.” Are her first words. “That’s not good. Did you know that outside you have two paparazzi, just waiting for you to come to a window or something? Do you really want the public in on your fucking each other before your song even hits airwaves Jessica?”

“Oh c’mon Lexi!” I groan and rest my hand on the bulge that had formed in Marshall’s pants. “You know I’m a flirt. Everyone should know that by now! What’s the harm in people thinking I’m with someone?”

“Whatever. It’s your life. I just wanted to let you know that your first single is about to hit airwaves tonight. We’re also in negotiations for your first video to premier next week.” Lexi is looking over her paperwork as she says this, obviously ignoring Marshall and me so that if asked anything from the press, she can deny it honestly.

Lexi Forrester is 25 years old, born and raised in Santa Monica and about as anal-retentive as one can get. She is the polar opposite of Louise, who had suggested hiring her for that very reason. “Otherwise, we’ll never get any real work done.” Was Louise’s argument.

“That’s awesome!” I exclaim. I straddle Marshall and give him a hug, saying over his shoulder, “That puts us a few weeks a head of schedule, right?”

Lexi, nodding in confirmation, coughs and walks over to the window. “They’ll be finished editing the rest of your album in the next three weeks.”

Marshall lets out a whoop. “That means you’ll be ready to open for me on my European tour!”

“Not exactly.” Lexi says. “MTV wants her to promote her single on TRL if the song does as well as expected.”

I shake my head. “No thanks. TRL isn’t my thing.”

“That doesn’t matter. Going on it is what’s best for your career.” Walking into the kitchen, Lexi helps herself to a Perrier she has in the fridge.

I get off Marshall and go into the kitchen. “Lexi, do I look like Britney Spears? I don’t care about commercial success. You know that.”

“In the end, it’s your choice. But all this goes against everything we’ve talked about in the boardroom. I’ll be over next week with your contracts. Think about it until then.” Gathering up her briefcase from the living room, Lexi lets herself out the front door.

I sigh and plop back down on the couch again.

“Ronnie, you should look much happier than this…you’re getting everything handed to you on a silver platter.” Marshall pulls me down in front of him and begins massaging my neck.

“You know why I’m not completely happy. Can you please leave now?” I stand up and go into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

~~~~~
Later, he's convinced me to come over to his house...

“First off,” Marshall says as he pushes me against his bedroom wall, “you need to forgive yourself for what you said to Elijah. Then,” his body is pressed against mine so firmly I can scarcely draw a breath, “you can deal with Dom.”

“It’s…more than that.” I say and push him away for a moment.

“What? Well, what is it?” His hands have reached the hem of my shirt and he stops mid way from pulling it up.

“I haven’t spoken to my father since the Return of the King premier.”

Marshall pulls away and looks me in the eye. “Ronnie, that’s almost a year and a half ago.”

“Yeah…well that’s pretty normal for us.”

“Oh. Well in that case, what’s the problem?” He says and starts undressing me again.

“A lot has happened in that year and a half. Think about Alex. He doesn’t even know she exists.”

This revelation stops Marshall once again. “Don’t you think he’d like to know about her? We can stop by Detroit on our way to Europe…” his hands begin to massage my breasts through my bra. My shirt is somewhere on the floor.

I smile and nod. “That sounds like a great idea. Now…” I say and start to nibble his earlobe. “I believe you were about to fuck my brains out.”

“I guess. Now that all that shit is taken care of I can make love to you.” He says nonchalantly.

Before what he says registers in my head, I pull him against the wall and me again. I kiss him hard and raise a leg to curl it around his waist. I’m about to unzip his jeans when what he said hits me. “Wait…did you just say, ‘make love’?”

“I believe I did.” He pulls back and looks at me. “And making love is not something you do against a wall…. not properly anyway.” He says and grins.

“Location doesn’t matter to me. So long as it’s special.” I smile and say, “Is this time going to be…special?”

“Defiantly.” He takes my hands and leads me over to the bed.

I giggle and pull up his shirt. He lightly suckles my neck, pulling away long enough so I can get his shirt off him. Lying down on the bed, I prop myself up with my elbows and unhook my bra. After dropping the obtrusive garment aside, I lean back and allow Marshall to climb on me. He leans in and gives me a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue begins to seek entrance into my mouth while his hands quickly remove his jeans. My hands are on his shoulders; slowly making their way to his back where I begin to scratch, just light enough to drive him wild.

Marshall unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off. As soon as they are, I roll on top of him and straddle him. “I’m not use to this taking so long.” I say and lean down to kiss him. “I like it.” My fingers are just about to slide my knickers off and pull his throbbing member out of his boxers, when I hear a few beeps.

“Shit. My cell.” Says Marshall. He’s about to sit up when I push him back down and lay so his mouth is grazing my erect nipple.

“That’s what voicemail is for baby.” I say with slight exasperation. My clit is throbbing and my knickers are so heavy they’re about to come off without my assistance.

“Just let me see who it is.” He says and rolls over on his side, reaching for his discarded jeans.

“Fine.” I say and give up.

He fishes the phone from the pocket and looks at the ID. “I’ve got to take this.” Flipping up the headpiece he says, “Hey doll. Yeah, I miss you too.”

My eyes grow wide. Sabrina! I think, recognizing the nickname. I take a deep breath and then swallow hard; listening to the rest of what Marshall has to say.

“You know I love you, doll. There’s no one else for me. I don’t even think about other women.” He stands up and walks into the bathroom.

Taking another deep breath I get up and start gathering my clothes. He doesn’t seem to notice as I dress and head for the door.

Tears run unhindered down my face as I run to my car and speed off towards my apartment. How could I have been so stupid? I actually thought he cared about me. I turn my radio on. Cake is playing, but it’s not their famous “Short Skirt, Long Jacket” song, it’s a cover of “I Will Survive.”

I am contemplating turning around and going back to Marshall’s apartment as a thought hits me. Why should I care so much? I reach in my purse and pull out my own cell phone, dialing a number I haven’t dialed in a long time.

“Hello?” Comes a voice with a Texan accent that has comforted me so many times in the past.

“Cassie?” My voice is shaking, hoping she’ll recognize my voice.

“Ronda!” Her voice holds surprise and wonder. “I didn’t think I was ever going to hear from you again.”

“I’m sorry sweetie.” I hiccough and pull off the road, into my driveway. “I miss you like crazy…I’ve just been so busy lately. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Of course! There’s nothing to forgive. I know you’ve been busy.”

“Cass,” I say using the nickname from so long ago. “I-I.” My voice cuts out and tears flood my eyes again. “I really need you right now.”

“So I can hear. I wish I could come to you…but I’m out of work. I don’t have any money on me.” I can hear the sadness in her voice.

“That’s not a problem. I can get you a job…and…give you a place to stay with me, if you’ll accept.”

“Wonderful! Of course I accept! I’ll do it.” The sadness has turned to joy and I can feel a smile coming onto my face too.

“Alright. I’ll book your flight. Can you come right away?”

“Yes. Ronda, I love you.”

“I love you too, Cass.”

THANK YOU! *Hugs and kisses for Ronnie*

OMG! That chapter was excellent... Em... *Sigh* Just tell Sabrina. Grrrrr! This is frustrating. Lol.

Louise

Damn that Sabrina! Ruining it all! grrrrrrr!

I DID IT!!! I sat down tonight and read it all! Whew I must say it was not an easy task lol but I enjoyed it!!! I'm glad I read it cause now I can't wait to read more of it!
Now I have a few comments on different parts of the story...

Course you didn't sleep with Viggo! Viggo was sleeping with m... what I didn't say anything *grins innocently*

aww!!! Elijah is just too sweet! *huggles that cute little hobbit* Man I so wish I could be with him...

NO!!! He can't die!!! how horrid!

Dun dun dun!!! hehe I liked how you did that line, so I thought I'd tell ya!

Crazy Brit!!!

Had to say somethin on this. You know I always hear in movies that they say the title of it...so yeah I just smirked when he said more than a fan

I dunno why that part cracked me up! I so would do what Orli did if I were him so...go Orliman! hehe

Ahh!! nooo!!! you can't make me think of Dommie crying!!! *thinks of him in ROTK* darn you woman!

But I still love you hehe
Well thats all for Gonzo's post!
Love it and want to read more!

Later Gator!
Christi

Wow, that was nostalgic.

Thank you so much for reading. I love fans.

Dont get mad at Sabrina! She didn't know Ronnie and Em were going to get it on!

Ehehehehehehehe lovely chapter darling!

I'm sure a few people are going to beat the crap out of me now lol

~Chapter Four~

That night (Dom)

Dom and Elijah sat down on the couch in Dom’s living room, finally getting ready to watch their Friday night movie after having put Lily to bed just moments before.

“So, when do you have to go back for more filming?” Elijah asked and unscrewed his beer’s lid.

“Early tomorrow morning. Like, 5 am.” Dom replied and opened both his bottles.

“How long are you going to be away this time?”

“Only a week. But we’ve finished the filming, we’re just going to be promoting the second season.”

“That’s good. You’ll have more time with Lily then. Have you heard anything more from Samantha about finishing up custody papers?” Elijah sat back and took a swig of his beer.

“No, and it’s beginning to worry me.” Dom said with a frown.

“Do you even know where she is right now?” Elijah asked.

“I wouldn’t be worried if I did.” Dom said shortly.

“Right.” Elijah said and glanced side-ways at his friend. “Sorry.”

Before Dom had a chance to comprehend Elijah’s tone, a knock sounded at the door.

“I guess I’ll get that…” Dom said. “Are you expecting anyone mate?”

Elijah shook his head and pushed play on the movie.

“Are you Dominic Monaghan?” Asked the UPS deliveryman when Dom answered the door.

“Yes… Is there something I can do for you?”

“Just sign here. Sorry it’s late, but this just came in with the rush notice on it.” The man handed Dom a large box and the clipboard.

It was an old car seat box, so Dom knew exactly who it was from right away. He signed the paper, shut the door and went back to the couch. Falling onto it, he rubbed his face with his hands and let out a deep breath. Opening the card taped onto the package, he took another deep breath and exhaled slowly while he read it.

Dom dropped the letter and slowly opened the box.

“Dom, what is it?” Elijah questioned, seeing his friend’s distress.

Dom beckoned towards the letter. Elijah picked it up and read,

Dear Dom,

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know things haven’t been right between us lately, and I admit that it’s my fault. Again, I’m sorry! That night at the bar, I took advantage of you when you were so drunk; I was drunk to, but that still does not excuse my actions. What I am even more sorry about is the result of our night together. I can no longer handle the responsibility of it. I know you’ll take good care of Lily, better care than I ever could. I’ve sent you her stuff so that I can go away and forget all this ever happened. I won’t promise to stay in touch, but I will try. The legal matters are all taken care of and Lily is fully yours. I won’t be coming over to say good-bye; I’m most likely on my plane by now. Take care,

Sam.

“She’s gone. I can’t believe she thinks the best way to rectify the situation is to just walk away. Sam didn’t even think about my schedule. She knows now is not the best time to be doing this.” Dom went on raving like this for a few moments before Elijah stopped him.

Laying a hand on his friend’s shoulder, he said, “I’ll help you, Dom. We all will. You know that.”

Dom nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I do…and I guess Sam realized I would have help.”

“Hey, tell you what. You go down to the airport hotels tonight so you can catch your flight tomorrow morning. I’ll call Hannah over and we’ll take care of Lily. Tomorrow, I’ll let everyone know what happened.”

“Well…” Dom looked into his room and saw that Lily was sleeping soundly. “Okay. Thanks, mate.” Dom then walked into his room, gathered his bag, kissed his daughter good-bye and left for the week.

~

May 30th, 2005

Dom walked into the office of J.J. Abrams and took a deep breath. He had called in and made an appointment that morning as soon as his plane had touched ground.

“Well if it isn’t the little clueless star.” Said the receptionist. “J.J. is expecting you, go right in.”

Dom went to the door and knocked.

“Come in.” Came the curt tone.

“Ah. The moneymaker. Our own clueless star. To what do I owe this honor?” J.J.’s sarcastic manner didn’t offend Dom, he sat down in the chair and leaned forward.

“For the millionth time,” he said, “I didn’t know my fan base was so large. But, that’s not why I’m here.”

J.J. nodded slowly to show that he was listening.

“I came in to tell you that I have a daughter. She’s seven months tomorrow and her mother left without saying where she’d be or when she’ll be back.”

J.J. nodded again and said, “Well, that’s not a big problem. I’ll just find you a personal assistant with baby sitting experience.”

“What? That simple, no argument?” Dom couldn’t believe that was all there was to this.

“Yep. Here at ABC, we like to take care of our breadwinners. Just because you’re a single parent now doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to experience your life as a star. And your friends shouldn’t have to take care of the kid. Nope, it won’t be a problem at all.”

“Thank you ever so much.” Dom said and stood up, reaching out his hand to shake J.J.’s.

“Not a problem.” He said and shook the outstretched hand. “Now, get back to work.”

~

June 3rd, 2005

Dom stepped off the plane and saw his name written on a piece of paper. He had just finished recovering from the live, season finale party and is now home for six weeks. Dom walked up to the girl with bright blue hair in a slight stupor. She was shorter than him and had a huge grin on her face. Dom fell instantly in love.

“Hi Dom, I’m Rory.” She said and shook his hand. “ABC has hired me to be your personal assistant.”

“I accept!” Dom grinned stupidly again and took in the girl’s beauty, cutely adorned with the blue hair. “Umm… Did they fill you in about Lily?” He asked, recovering momentarily from his stupor.

“Yes.” She pulled a huge folder out of her bag. “These are my references. ABC has already checked them, but feel free to do so yourself.”

They had reached the limo outside the airport. Rory opened the door and got in, followed by Dom, who took the time to admire her butt in the short business skirt she was wearing.

As soon as the door was closed, the driver pulled away and Rory continued her chatter. “I’ve been trained in dealing with the press and am fully prepared to do so.”

“Don’t worry about all that right now.” Dom said. “Let’s just get you to my house so you can meet Lily. I can tell we’re going to get on fine, so why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself on the way?”

“Okay…well, my full name is Rory Michelle Smith. I’m 20 years old and was born and raised in Orange County.” Rory continued to tell Dom about herself as they made their way to Dom’s house.
~

“Nice place,” Rory said as she stepped into Dom’s house.

“It’s just a small perk of being part of the biggest movie trilogy ever.” Dom said with a grin. He hadn’t stopped grinning since first meeting Rory.

She laughed a little and said, “I’m sure it’s only going to get better. Now, where’s the little one?”

“Right here.” Hannah Wood walked into the living room from Dom’s with Lily in her arms.

“Hey.” Dom said in slight surprise. Kissing her on the cheek and taking Lily he asked, “Where’s your brother?”

“Audition.” She said and looked at Rory. “Did you find yourself a new girlfriend while you were away?”

“No.” Rory took a step toward her and held out her hand. “Rory Smith. I’m Dom’s new assistant.”

“Well ABC certainly has better taste than New Line in this department. Hannah Wood.” She took Rory’s hand and shook it. Keeping it in her grasp, she looked at Dom and said, “She’s actually cute. ABC defiantly has better taste.”

Rory blushed slightly, seeing Dom nod.

“Why are you starting now, by the way, instead of in six weeks when he starts up again?” Hannah asked when all three adults had sat down.

Dom seemed to realize this for the first time and looked over at Rory in slight shock. “Yeah… Why are you starting now?”

“It was my choice, and I decided to start now so that you can go out and enjoy yourself. ABC told me about your love of partying and I thought I could watch Lily while you go out.”

“At your age?” Dom asked in disbelief. “You should be out partying with us if we go out. We can’t have you sitting around here, wasting your youth.”

“Yeah,” Hannah agreed, “my mom or Sean and Christine will watch her when we want to go out and be young.”

“Really?” Now it was Rory’s turn to be shocked. “That’s awesome!”

“Do you not get out much?” Hannah asked in a sympathetic voice.

“Not since I started working for the company.” Rory said and smiled.

“Well, that’s about to change.” Said Hannah and stood up. “I’ve got to go meet Kelly for lunch. It was nice meeting you Rory.”

Rory smiled at Hannah. “You too. Take care!”

“Would you like to meet your charge?” Dom asked when Hannah had left.

“Of course!”

Wow... so much going on... Dom's got custody of his child, Sam's run off, Dom's fallen for Rory with the blue hair lol I can't wait for more!