Post by nolanandjuliefan on Feb 24, 2005 23:46:37 GMT -5
There was a fanfic that had Patrick/Billie in it along with other couples. It was a one chapter story, but I figured I'd put up the Patrick/Billie part since I have the author's permission. Enjoy 
Oh it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Oh it is as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces of me
All the pieces of me
Billie walked into the Cheatin’ Heart knowing that this was the last place in the world where she should be, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d lost everything. First Bo and now any hope that Georgia was still alive. It was as if fate was coming back to bite her in the butt for ever horrible, rotten thing she’d ever done in her life. Groaning inwardly Billie took a seat on one of the bar stools before wiggling her finger at the bartender.
“What will it be pretty lady,” the bartender questioned eyeing her with obvious interest.
“I’ll take a beer,” Billie paused knowing that this was the beginning of the downward spiral for her, “no make it something stronger. Something good. Surprise me.”
“You’ve got it,” the bartender replied with a quick nod.
“Make it a club soda,” another voice spoke up from behind Billie, “She’s not drinking tonight.”
“Excuse me,” Billie spun around to find Patrick standing behind her. Her face curled into a scowl as she glared up at him, “Just who the hell do you think you are in telling me what I can and cannot drink?”
“I made the mistake of letting you get drunk here once before and I’m not about to do it again,” Patrick replied reaching for her and pulling her up off of the barstool, “On second thought, forget the drink altogether bartender. We’re leaving.”
“The hell we are,” Billie wrenched her arm away from him, “I don’t know who you think you are Lockhart, but you’re not going to be bossing me around.”
“Fine, I won’t boss you around, but I am going to keep you from hurting yourself. I’m not going to be responsible for you landing your butt in jail all over again,” Patrick informed her with a stern look, “Not tonight.”
“I’m not your responsibility Lockhart, so please leave,” she remarked sourly turning towards the bar once again, but before she could take a seat, Patrick’s arms slipped around her waist and pulled her up over his shoulder.
“No way Reed,” Patrick argued with her, feeling her protest as he carried her out of the bar.
“Put me down!” Billie shouted over the country music, but no one in the bar paid attention to their hasty exit. Once outside Billie kicked at Patrick’s chest causing him to buckle over in agony and release her. “I warned you Lockhart!”
“And I warned you not to get yourself into trouble Billie. I mean really, what are you going to accomplish in there? You’re only going to hurt yourself…” Patrick rubbed at his chest all the while keeping his eyes upon her underneath the moonlight.
“So what if I do? What does it matter? I have nothing left to live for. Bo’s gone, Georgia is more than likely dead and I’m all alone,” she replied, tears burning behind her dark eyes, “There’s nothing left.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong,” he stood up straighter making a move towards her, “Billie, you’re a strong, independent, beautiful and intelligent woman. There’s a lot left for you in this world.”
“No,” she shook her head adamantly, “there isn’t.”
“Yes, there is,” Patrick reached out to touch her cheek gently, “and maybe if you stopped dwelling on your past with Bo Brady and you opened your eyes to what the future could hold in store for you, you’d see that there’s a whole hell of a lot more out there for you.”
“Like what,” she questioned stubbornly.
“Like love Billie. If you’d only open your eyes you might find that there’s a man out there who could be everything you need and more,” Patrick continued, his intense eyes reaching out into her, “You might find that fate is giving you another chance at happiness if you don’t close yourself off from it.”
“Yeah right,” she let out a sarcastic laugh, “the only thing fate is telling me is that I never should’ve come back to Salem.”
“Well maybe that’s what you’re feeling because that’s what you want to feel. You’re stuck in this pity poor me mode lately and you’re not going to see what else is out there because you’d rather be the victim,” Patrick frowned down at her.
“Be the victim,” she replied with obvious agitation, “I don’t want to be a victim. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Really? Then why are you acting like it,” he folded his arms in front of his chest, “Billie, why don’t you really be honest here and admit that the only reason you aren’t happy is because you’d much rather be lost in your misery.”
“Oh like you’re one to talk,” she rolled her eyes at him, “Here you are a man who won’t even bother moving on with his life because he’s too busy trying to get Jennifer to notice him.”
“There you’re wrong,” he shook his head at her.
“No, I’m not wrong. You’re just in a state of denial,” she remarked sharply, “Anyone with eyes can see how bad you have it for her.”
“No, that’s not it at all. I want to protect Jennifer,” Patrick defended his position in her life.
“Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes, “and I’m the Easter Bunny. Face it Patrick, you and I are very much the same. We’re both stuck in wanting the impossible. We want to have that relationship that will never come because the people we’re focused on don’t love us and they never will.”
“You know before tonight I might’ve argued that point, but now, well now maybe you’re right,” Patrick shook his head at her, “because I came here tonight to try to figure things out. I wasn’t here because I was upset about Jennifer. I came here looking for you.”
“What?” she blinked back in confusion, “Huh?”
“Billie, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been the one here helping you since Bo decided to cut you out of his life. I’m the one you’ve been leaning on and now,” he shook his head at her, “I’m the one whose heart is breaking because you’re too caught up in the past to even think about having a future with someone else. A future with me Billie…”
“You can’t be serious,” she let out an ironic laugh before seeing the look behind his eyes, “are you?”
“What do you think,” Patrick stepped forward, pulling her into his arms in an embrace. As his lips descended into hers, Billie felt herself rising up to meet him in the kiss. Sure, the first taste she’d had of him was when she’d been intoxicated, but now, well now there was nothing clouding her perception and in this moment, she felt Patrick’s kiss sending a heat straight down to her toes. She felt her knees grow wobbly, her heart racing in her chest and as he pulled away from her, she was left with a sudden sense of longing.
“Now do you believe me,” Patrick questioned intensely, his eyes challenging her to deny the chemistry between them.
“Patrick I can’t believe that you did that…that you kissed me like that and…” Billie stammered a bit seeing disappointment register behind his eyes.
“Of course you can’t because I’m not Bo, right? I mean that’s really all this is about with you, isn’t it?” he threw his hands in the air, “I give up Billie. If you want to spend your life being miserable, then so be it.”
“Patrick wait,” Billie reached out to his arm as he started to turn away. She clenched onto his sleeve seeing the expression on his face as he glanced over his shoulder at her.
“What?” he questioned gruffly.
“Don’t go,” she pleaded with him eagerly throwing her arms around him and giving him a kiss sure to rock his world like he’d rocked hers moments earlier. Maybe Patrick was right. Maybe it was time to let go of the past and open her heart up to a new dream altogether.
Oh it seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels
Oh it is as if you know me better than I ever knew myself
I love how you can tell
All the pieces of me
All the pieces of me
Billie walked into the Cheatin’ Heart knowing that this was the last place in the world where she should be, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d lost everything. First Bo and now any hope that Georgia was still alive. It was as if fate was coming back to bite her in the butt for ever horrible, rotten thing she’d ever done in her life. Groaning inwardly Billie took a seat on one of the bar stools before wiggling her finger at the bartender.
“What will it be pretty lady,” the bartender questioned eyeing her with obvious interest.
“I’ll take a beer,” Billie paused knowing that this was the beginning of the downward spiral for her, “no make it something stronger. Something good. Surprise me.”
“You’ve got it,” the bartender replied with a quick nod.
“Make it a club soda,” another voice spoke up from behind Billie, “She’s not drinking tonight.”
“Excuse me,” Billie spun around to find Patrick standing behind her. Her face curled into a scowl as she glared up at him, “Just who the hell do you think you are in telling me what I can and cannot drink?”
“I made the mistake of letting you get drunk here once before and I’m not about to do it again,” Patrick replied reaching for her and pulling her up off of the barstool, “On second thought, forget the drink altogether bartender. We’re leaving.”
“The hell we are,” Billie wrenched her arm away from him, “I don’t know who you think you are Lockhart, but you’re not going to be bossing me around.”
“Fine, I won’t boss you around, but I am going to keep you from hurting yourself. I’m not going to be responsible for you landing your butt in jail all over again,” Patrick informed her with a stern look, “Not tonight.”
“I’m not your responsibility Lockhart, so please leave,” she remarked sourly turning towards the bar once again, but before she could take a seat, Patrick’s arms slipped around her waist and pulled her up over his shoulder.
“No way Reed,” Patrick argued with her, feeling her protest as he carried her out of the bar.
“Put me down!” Billie shouted over the country music, but no one in the bar paid attention to their hasty exit. Once outside Billie kicked at Patrick’s chest causing him to buckle over in agony and release her. “I warned you Lockhart!”
“And I warned you not to get yourself into trouble Billie. I mean really, what are you going to accomplish in there? You’re only going to hurt yourself…” Patrick rubbed at his chest all the while keeping his eyes upon her underneath the moonlight.
“So what if I do? What does it matter? I have nothing left to live for. Bo’s gone, Georgia is more than likely dead and I’m all alone,” she replied, tears burning behind her dark eyes, “There’s nothing left.”
“No, that’s where you’re wrong,” he stood up straighter making a move towards her, “Billie, you’re a strong, independent, beautiful and intelligent woman. There’s a lot left for you in this world.”
“No,” she shook her head adamantly, “there isn’t.”
“Yes, there is,” Patrick reached out to touch her cheek gently, “and maybe if you stopped dwelling on your past with Bo Brady and you opened your eyes to what the future could hold in store for you, you’d see that there’s a whole hell of a lot more out there for you.”
“Like what,” she questioned stubbornly.
“Like love Billie. If you’d only open your eyes you might find that there’s a man out there who could be everything you need and more,” Patrick continued, his intense eyes reaching out into her, “You might find that fate is giving you another chance at happiness if you don’t close yourself off from it.”
“Yeah right,” she let out a sarcastic laugh, “the only thing fate is telling me is that I never should’ve come back to Salem.”
“Well maybe that’s what you’re feeling because that’s what you want to feel. You’re stuck in this pity poor me mode lately and you’re not going to see what else is out there because you’d rather be the victim,” Patrick frowned down at her.
“Be the victim,” she replied with obvious agitation, “I don’t want to be a victim. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Really? Then why are you acting like it,” he folded his arms in front of his chest, “Billie, why don’t you really be honest here and admit that the only reason you aren’t happy is because you’d much rather be lost in your misery.”
“Oh like you’re one to talk,” she rolled her eyes at him, “Here you are a man who won’t even bother moving on with his life because he’s too busy trying to get Jennifer to notice him.”
“There you’re wrong,” he shook his head at her.
“No, I’m not wrong. You’re just in a state of denial,” she remarked sharply, “Anyone with eyes can see how bad you have it for her.”
“No, that’s not it at all. I want to protect Jennifer,” Patrick defended his position in her life.
“Yeah right,” she rolled her eyes, “and I’m the Easter Bunny. Face it Patrick, you and I are very much the same. We’re both stuck in wanting the impossible. We want to have that relationship that will never come because the people we’re focused on don’t love us and they never will.”
“You know before tonight I might’ve argued that point, but now, well now maybe you’re right,” Patrick shook his head at her, “because I came here tonight to try to figure things out. I wasn’t here because I was upset about Jennifer. I came here looking for you.”
“What?” she blinked back in confusion, “Huh?”
“Billie, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been the one here helping you since Bo decided to cut you out of his life. I’m the one you’ve been leaning on and now,” he shook his head at her, “I’m the one whose heart is breaking because you’re too caught up in the past to even think about having a future with someone else. A future with me Billie…”
“You can’t be serious,” she let out an ironic laugh before seeing the look behind his eyes, “are you?”
“What do you think,” Patrick stepped forward, pulling her into his arms in an embrace. As his lips descended into hers, Billie felt herself rising up to meet him in the kiss. Sure, the first taste she’d had of him was when she’d been intoxicated, but now, well now there was nothing clouding her perception and in this moment, she felt Patrick’s kiss sending a heat straight down to her toes. She felt her knees grow wobbly, her heart racing in her chest and as he pulled away from her, she was left with a sudden sense of longing.
“Now do you believe me,” Patrick questioned intensely, his eyes challenging her to deny the chemistry between them.
“Patrick I can’t believe that you did that…that you kissed me like that and…” Billie stammered a bit seeing disappointment register behind his eyes.
“Of course you can’t because I’m not Bo, right? I mean that’s really all this is about with you, isn’t it?” he threw his hands in the air, “I give up Billie. If you want to spend your life being miserable, then so be it.”
“Patrick wait,” Billie reached out to his arm as he started to turn away. She clenched onto his sleeve seeing the expression on his face as he glanced over his shoulder at her.
“What?” he questioned gruffly.
“Don’t go,” she pleaded with him eagerly throwing her arms around him and giving him a kiss sure to rock his world like he’d rocked hers moments earlier. Maybe Patrick was right. Maybe it was time to let go of the past and open her heart up to a new dream altogether.
But I will hold out for Patrick and Billie as long as I need too.
