TomTord One Shots

The Proposal

(A/N) Sorry this took so long. 

Tord's POV

My arm burned as blades of grass hit it ever so delicately, yet painfully. Like being thrown into Hell, being tortured, and being spit back out because I deserved worse.

I did deserve worse.

The pain in the right side of my body was nothing compared to my longing to say that I was sorry.

But why would they believe me?

They would be right to think that way. Why would a low-life communism-driven fucker be sorry for the actions that I had just pulled off?

I pushed myself off of the ground with my left arm and studied my surroundings. My giant robot, that was capable of world domination, had been shot down by what?

A harpoon.

A harpoon shot by my dearest elskede, Tom.

Forcing myself to stand, I walked over to the edge of the cliff that I had so conveniently crashed on. It was just so inconvenient that the harpoon didn't kill me.

I stared down at the mess I've made. Tom, Edd, and Matt searched the ruins of their home for things that possibly survived. Eduardo carried Jon away, probably to a hospital. Not that it'd help.

I'm sorry.

But they'd never believe me.

And I don't blame them.

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Tom's POV

I rummaged through a pile of debris that sat around where my room had once been. Well, I guess it was my room, but it was originally Tord's.

"Tom, are you sure you should be doing much? You know, with your arm," Edd set a hand on my shoulder. I glanced over at my left arm. Blood smeared across my skin and dripped onto the earth.

"Yeah. I'm good," I lied. My left arm was in excruciating pain. I had no idea what had created my wound as I had been blinded by the explosion of the house.

While I was inside.

"Whatever. I'm alive. And I found Susan in mostly one piece," I thought to myself, standing.

"Did you or Matt find anything?"

"All of the mirrors that Matt found are broken, so I promised him that I'd take him mirror shopping at some point. Also, Ringo's fine, so that's good," Edd put on a small smile, but I could still see the hurt of losing a friend in his eyes. "So, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," I returned his smile with my own.

"Okay, then," He left my side to head over to Matt, who was crying as he stared at his reflection in a shard from one of his mirrors.

"My beautiful face!" He wailed.

I turned from them to pick up my broken bass and Tommee bear, whose fur was singed at the edges, but overall okay. As I rubbed my thumb over my stuffed bear, something to the side caught my eye.

It was a small black box. I picked it up curiously and turned it over in my hands.

"Tom? What'd you find?" Edd asked, suspiciously.

"Nothing!" I quickly shoved the box into my pocket and carried Susan and Tommee out of the house's wreckage.

Finally, home at last, I practically fell back into my sofa.