Rating: This part PG.
Disclaimer: This story is not to be taken as factual even though there are factual elements to it - it is a fictionalized account and it did not happen. The characterizations are not the real people who's names and images I've used in my story - they are false and should not be taken to indicate any sort of agreement with what I've written. I am not making any money from this, only using my (admittedly) overactive imagination.
A/N: Artistic license is my friend. I've tried to be as accurate as possible but sometimes I tweak history to help myself out. ;-)
Betaed by pippinmctaggart
The epilogue for this universe which babydazzle
requested so long ago. Previous installments are here
.3 August 1866 Crossville, Tennessee
Billy swore under his breath when he heard the rapping on the front door of his clinic. He had posted hours, but the people of Crossville knew he'd help them after hours if it was an emergency. He put down his pen, careful not to place the nib near the paper he'd been writing notes on, and headed out front to see who it was.
When he opened the door, he simply stared for a moment; about the last person he'd expected to see standing there was Lieutenant Dominic Monaghan. He recovered after a moment, taking in Monaghan's expensive and well-fitting suit.
"Did you dress up just for me?" he heard himself asking to his utter mortification. Excellent way to begin a conversation after four years, Boyd, he chastised himself.
He didn't know whether he was relieved or not when the guarded look on Dom's face changed into a grin. "I hear that's the done thing when calling on someone."
Billy looked Dom up and down. "You look like you've been following doctor's orders."
"Mother's orders," Dom said, snorting. "My mother makes most doctors look like sleeping kittens."
"Not you, Bill. You win any and all grump competitions."
Billy offered a small smile, shaking his head as he stepped back and allowed Dom entrance. "Good to know my place is secured."
"We need to have a conversation, Bill."
"About?" As if he didn't know.
"A little over four years ago, you told me to figure out why I was bothered by the fact that you never told me you were a Confederate major."
Dom took a deep breath, and Billy took a mental breath as well. "The thing was, Bill, you didn't trust me. I even told you about my father--do you think that was common knowledge?--but you kept it from me."
"Of course I did, Dom. You were a Union officer, and regardless of anything else we may have shared, that information was--"
"I told you
"Because of this," Dom blurted, stepping forward and pressing his lips chastely to Billy's.
Billy tensed and pulled back immediately. "Dom, I don't--"
"You asked," Dom replied, shrugging. He looked uncertain, though; wary.
"But that, Dom? That
"You felt it too," Dom said, soft yet firm. Like he knew
. Maybe he did.
"And you suggest what? You being here?"
"We could go west," Dom answered, voice low. "The frontier is desperate for doctors. No one would know us."
"You expect me to just give up my patients and move west?"
"You've been waiting for me, Bill. You might not want to admit it, but you have. Waiting and hoping I'd come. I'm here now. Will you turn me out and have done with me, then?"
Billy's eyes closed as he sighed heavily. He thought about turning Dom down; of a future in Crossville as a bachelor doctor, taking care of patients and having no one to take care of him. It stretched before his mind's eye in an empty, endless trail. He knew he should think more about it, weigh options, but he didn't want to.
"No," he said softly, opening his eyes to meet Dom's intent gaze. "I think I'm done waiting."
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