War Over You (TomTord)

Chapter 11

Tord pulled his cell out of his pocket and dialed a number. We waited in silence as the phone rang. Finally someone picked up.

"Yea, err... hi, it's Red Leader." I could hear muffled shouting. "I'm coming back with err..." he threw me a glance. "A new recruit." he quickly continued his phone call, at one moment I thought the army would never let him back in, but eventually we worked it out.

We were told to wait a few hours before the team would pick us up. Tord lowered his mechanical arm and looked at me sitting on the sofa.

"Are you sure you still want to do this, there is a lot of commitment involved."

"Tord, I have never been more sure in my life." He nodded and came over to sit with me. He rested his head on my shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too." We sat together enjoying the silence. Suddenly there was a knock. Tord shot up

"I'll get it!" He ran across the room to get the door. When he opened it, I could see it was Edd and Matt.

"Why are there suit cases?" Matt asked looking into my apartment.

"Tom and I are leaving."

"What?!" Edd's jaw dropped. "To where?!"

"No where you would want to go."

"Where ever you are going, were coming!"

"Should I pack a mirror?"

"No, you're not going to need it."

"Aww"

"Look, Tord, just tell us." He sighed,

"We are going off to war in Norway."

"Oh we are totally coming." Edd raced back to his apartment. Tord nervously glanced back at me.

"New recruits," I said shrugging my shoulders.

~Time Skip~

All four of us waited for Paul and Pat to come pick us up. Finally there was the dreaded knock. Tord carefully went and opened the door. Two men in red and blue uniforms stood shoulder to shoulder at the door.

"Sir, where is the new recruit?"

"Recruits" Tord corrected him emphasizing the 's'. He took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. "Alright, do you have your bags?"

"Yes." We said in unison.

The next events seemed to blur together.

We were rushed out of the building and into a black van. (Ooo very very suspicious)
We were all forced into the back seat.  There were only spaces for three so Tord sat in my lap.  The two soldiers put our luggage in the trunk.  As we sped off, Tord started complaining that he was cold.

Great. I was very nice and offered to share my sweatshirt.  Now here is where the issue comes in.  He decided it would be a great idea to wear my sweatshirt with me still inside.

I didn't mind it so much except the fact that his mechanical arm pinched me.  It wasn't on purpose, he wouldn't do that.  No, the arm has joints that click together.  Yea, It hurt a lot, but I survived because I managed to remove it.

"TOM WHAT THE -" He noticed.... DANG IT.  "Tom I need that arm." 

"Not now you don't."  Edd and Matt gave us a weird look. 

"What are you doing exactly."

"Oh don't worry Edd."  I attempted to remove myself from the hoodie.

"Tom!"  I froze. "Tom what are you trying to do?"

"Ugh, leave!" I tried to get my head out but I couldn't, not without him moving.  "Tord, could you move for a second?"

"What, no, what if I want you to stay?"  I looked at him.

"I don't think this is the time." 

"But Tom!" He said in a whiny voice. 

"Ugh fine."  I pulled my arms into the hoodie and was able to fish the mechanical arm out through one of the sleeves.

I looked out the window, it was already dark.