The Professors assistant (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Did you do it?

Athena wakes first, still on the couch with Tom laying over her lap.

Her neck and back are sore from the position she slept in. She takes her phone off the small stand. 12:20.

"Tom.." she nudged him "..Tom wake up"

His eyes flutter open
"What time is it?"

"12:20"

He slowly sits up and rubs a hand over his face "did you fall asleep like that?" He asks

"Yeah. I'm sore as hell" she chuckles.

"I'm sorry" he says softly

"Don't apologize, okay?...you hungry?" She asks getting up uncomfortably

"Yeah but I can get it, relax-"

"No, Tom. It's okay, really." She goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge, cracking some eggs and taking out some bacon. She makes pancakes as well and when everything is prepared she sets the food on the table.

The two ate in silence looking only down at their plates

"I'm going to take a shower" she says as she gets up and sets her plate in the sink.

"Okay" Tom simply says. The air felt dead today, and dull. Tom changes into new clothes and decides to try and get his mind off of things by grading some papers.

Athena gets out of the shower and changes into fresh clothes. She walks into the living room to see Tom engulfed in work.

"Hey" she says softly, sitting next to him

"Hey" he responds, not looking up.

"We need to..we need a plan"

"A plan for what?" He asks flatly

"Tom. Look at me"

He sighed and looked at her

"Where are we going to..put her?"

"I-I don't know Athena I haven't thought about it. I'm grading papers.." he looks back to his papers

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She scoffs

His head quickly shoots back to her

"You're grading papers when there's a fucking corpse in your fucking car that so happens to be your wife!" She stands up "we need to put her somewhere, Tom. And you can't figured it out cause you're grading fucking papers?!"

He stands up "I don't know where to put her! I don't even have a fucking shovel! What do you want me to do about it?!"

"Buy one for Gods sakes!" She puts her hands over her face and sighs "did you...did you do it?..Tom? Did you-did you kill her?"

"Why would you think that, Athena?"

"You're just..how are you so calm? I don't fucking get it!"

"What? Do you want me to cry?! To shout, scream?! To fucking turn myself in for something I didn't do?! What do you want me to do, Athena? I don't need you to start accusing me, And I sure as hell don't fucking need you to tell me how to mourn! So please, tell me, what do you want me to do?!"

He didn't notice at first. But he was holding her by her shoulders, only inches away from her scared, shocked face. His fingers, digging into her arms as he breathed heavily. Once he realized what he was doing he steps back "Athena..I'm so sorr-"

"..I want you to get out" she whispers

"Athena-"

"I want you to get out now!"

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, I didn't mean it I was just-"

"Tom. I said get the fuck out! Leave, now! I'm done!"

She turns around but doesn't move "and don't you dare, ever, touch me again"
She then walks to her room and slams the door behind her.