Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI) (Book 2)

Where Have You Been? (Tommy and Wilbur)(3/3)

Wilbur POV

The clock struck ten, chiming the ten notes that Wilbur didn't want to hear. He came to a halt, finally pausing his endless pacing. Tommy should have been home nearly an hour ago. And it wasn't like him to be so late. One, because he knew he the curfew. And two, he knew better than to make his brother worry.

While they weren't brothers by blood, that didn't weaken their bond. If anything, it strengthen it. Wilbur had never wanted a younger brother. He could barely look after himself, let alone a younger kid. But it wasn't his choice.

Years earlier, Wilbur had just escaped the orphanage, enjoying his new found freedom, when he came across a young Tommy. This little kid was nothing like the Tommy he knew. Wilbur still remembered those big blue eyes, staring up at him with too much innocence. The kid was terrified of everything. Wilbur wasn't planning on helping him. After all, he didn't even have enough food to eat that day. But something in those eyes made him pause.

And suddenly he had a little brother. Someone to look after. Someone to protect. Suddenly he had a purpose, and more importantly he had a family.

The thought of something happening to Tommy made Wilbur sick to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, he knew he should have acted sooner. But as soon as he was reaching for his jacket, he heard the door squeak open.

Whipping around, he was shocked to find a bloodied and beaten Tommy being dragged inside by a young girl. Immediately he was rushing to the boy's side. "What the hell happened?" he demanded, helping Tommy to the dining room table. The blonde collapsed on the chair, panting heavily.

"Turns out that mask man has pretty good aim."

Wilbur glared at him, already reaching for the medical supplies. "I told you not to get involved! I told you not to take them on without me!" The brunette began looking over his wounds, doing his best not to put his brother in more pain. "Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I might be right?"

Tommy thought for a moment, "No, not really."

Wilbur couldn't help but smirk, just a little bit. What else would he expect? He worked in silence for a moment, wrapping Tommy's wounds and applying ointments, ignoring the occasional groan or cry. As much as he wanted to be gentle, he knew he needed to treat the boy quickly. When he was finished, he finally remembered they were not alone. "Who's this?"

"Niki," the girl reached her hand out for him to shake. Wilbur made no move to shake it, studying her intently. There was a pause before she retracted her hand. "I... uh... I found Tommy and helped him find his way here."

Before Wilbur could respond, Tommy piped up, "I wouldn't have made it here without her."

Looking between them, the brunette nodded, "Thanks for looking out for my brother, Niki." Turning back to his injured brother, he muttered, "Of course, none of this would have happened if you would have just listened to me in the first place."

Groaning a bit, Tommy attempted to sit up, only for Wilbur to push him down again. "I was just doing my job!"

"No, you were trying to find glory again. After I explicitly told you to wait."

"But you go out on your own all the time! What's the difference?"

"The difference is I don't come back bloodied and bruised! I can take care of myself out there! You... you need someone to look out for you."

"That's not fair!"

Niki made a move towards the door, clearly not wanting to witness the battle that was brewing. "I should probably head home, my parents will be worried." 

The brothers looked at her. Tommy smiled, "Thanks Niki, for everything. I owe you my life." 

"My pleasure," she grinned back. Reaching for the crooked door handle, she paused, "You're lucky to have each other. I hope you know that." Without another word or explanation, she left.

The two brothers looked at each other, daring the first one to speak. "Don't ever do that again," Wilbur stared directly into the younger's big blue eyes. The same ones he had saved all those years ago. "I mean it."

"Only if you follow the same agreement," Tommy crossed his arms as well as he could manage.

"Tommy-"

"I mean it. You really think that doesn't worry me too? Nights when you don't return until early morning. Nights when I don't know if your dead or alive." Tommy's eyes never looked away. "Promise me, Wilbur."

"Fine," he finally agreed.

Tommy smiled, looking as though a weight had disappeared from his shoulders. 

But Wilbur wasn't done.

"But you're grounded."

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