Goodnight, Thomas - A Metias/Thomas Legend fanfiction (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

(Thomas' POV)

My office is really tiny.

There's enough room for my desk and my chair, but that's pretty much it. I've got a window, which is nice, I guess, but it's really tiny too, and it's always dirty, no matter how many times I clean it. Metias' office is so much better than mine, but I suppose that goes without saying, since he's a captain. Higher-ranked soldiers always get the good offices.

I sigh as the fluorescent light flickers on and casts shadows around the tiny room. I'm early for work as usual, so I'm one of the only people in the building. Commander Jameson is here, of course; she always gets here before everyone else. I don't know how she does it. There's Captain Lorrey -- I think his first name is Don, but I never call him that, out of respect for his rank. Besides, I only know his name because Metias mentioned it once -- apparently, Captain Lorrey always picks on him. Metias doesn't know why. Neither do I; I don't see any reason why someone would want to be rude to Metias. He's so nice to everyone.

The only other person here is Shina Mexton, Metias' secretary. Shina is admittedly quite attractive, but I don't like her very much. She's constantly flirting with Metias, and it bothers me. It really bothers me. But I don't say anything.

I settle into my chair and smooth back my hair. I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for another day of paperwork just yet, but I don't really have a choice. Shina does Metias' paperwork for him, so he can be out doing exciting things instead of sitting in his office, like the rest of us.

I've only just begun working when I hear a knock at the door. "Come in," I call, and I watch as Metias steps into my office. I stand up.

"Good morning, Captain."

He smiles politely. "Good morning, Thomas. Are you busy? I'd like to... ask you something."

"Of course, Captain. Please, sit." I gesture to a guest chair on the other side of my desk, and wait for him to sit before doing so myself. He settles, not bothering to straighten his posture; this tells me that he'd rather keep this conversation casual.

"Is there... a problem, sir?" I ask, giving him a curious look.

He waves his hand dismissively. "No, no, of course not. I just... I've been thinking..."

I nod for him to go on. He does. "...And I've realized that we never really... hang out anymore."

"Hang out," I repeat.

Metias chuckles, but I can tell he's nervous. "Yes. So I was wondering... Are you doing anything, say, after work? Tonight?"

Well, since I have no life and no friends besides you, I was planning on staying home and eating microwave noodles and ice cream while watching TV in bed. "No," I say instead.

He runs a hand through his already messy hair. He's definitely nervous. "Oh. Good. I mean... Would you like to see a movie with me, then? At the Downtown Theater?"

My breath hitches in my throat. After years of interacting with Metias on an almost purely professional basis, my brain isn't ready to handle this. But he only wants to hang out... "Alright," I agree finally. "What time?"

Metias smiles in triumph. "Is 8:30 good?"

"Sounds great," I reply, as I die internally. It's not a date, Thomas, relax. It's not a date. He just wants to hang out. "Should we meet at the theater, or --"

"I can pick you up, if you want," Metias says.

I smile. "Okay. 8:30 it is, then."

Metias smiles back. After a brief awkward silence, we both stand up. "Well, I suppose I should get back to work," he says. "I'll... see you later, Thomas."