TomTord Oneshots [[SLOW UPDATES]]

15 - I need you.

Canon au. Takes place after the events of "The End".

So.. yeah.

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~Tom POV~

I groan, rolling over on my side, pulling the sheets up to my chest. Ever since the giant robot incident, I'd had Insomnia. And it was grueling. Just sitting up at night, unable to sleep, thinking about all the shitty things in life. Honestly, it's depressing. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Not only did the incident give me insomnia, but it sprinkled depression in just 'cuz.

It doesn't matter how many things wander into my mind when I lie awake. They all lead up to one thing. One person. Tord. The one who started this shitstorm in the first place. But no matter how hard I try, I can't keep him out of my mind. Do I- do I miss Tord? No. Impossible. I couldn't actually miss that commie, right?

I sigh, rolling over once again and grabbing my phone off of the charger. My thumb glides across the screen, searching for his contact name.

~Tord POV~

I groan, my pen rolling out of my hand and onto the floor. Welp, I'm never gonna see that pen again. Who knew leading an army was so much paperwork? I slide my wheeled chair back, and crouch down in attempt to find my lost pen, when I heard the familiar buzz of my phone. I quickly shoot back up, hitting my head on the underside of the desk.

I flip my phone screen-side up, and look at the caller ID. Tom. Tom? Why would he call me? He hates me. I hate me. Why would he call me in the middle of the night? I swipe the green button, and press the phone against my ear.

(Tord/Tom)

Hello?

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Tord?

Tom.. Why are you calling me? Don't you hate me?

Well.. uh..

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I umm.. I want you to come back..

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How do I know this isn't just sone plan to ambush me? You'd never ask me to come back. Especially after the incident. There's no way that you have any good intentions following this call.

Tord. Please.

Ok, ok. Fine. It's going to be like 2 hours beca-

Toooooooooooooord.

Ok, damn. I can take the private jet. That way it'll take an hour. Ok?

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Ok.

I groan, hanging up the phone. I grab my handgun, just in case, and slip it into my holster. Why did he want me there? This has to be a trap, I tried to kill him. Scribbling a short note for Pau and Pat, I get ready to leave.

~Timeskip~

I tracked Tom's phone to a small apartment building. I kinda felt bad, now that they were living in an apartment instead of a house. I enter the apartment building, and ask for Tom's room. The receptionist obliged, giving me his room number.

I slowly made my way to his apartment, and knocked on the door. "Tom? You awake?" I ask through the door, leaning against the wall. I hear shuffling from inside, and the click of an opening door.

Tom looked horrible. His eyes had large, purple bags under them, and his hair had been ruffled as if it hadn't been brushed. He looked significantly skinnier, to the point where his hoodie was almost slipping off his shoulders, one of his sleeves had been rolled up. But the worst part, was that there were several brighg red slashes going across his wrist. "..Tom.. What happened?" I say, coming in closer to examine his wrist.

He yanked his arm back, and quickly pulled his hoodie sleeve down. " 's nothing.. I don't.. I don't do that.. anymore." He stopped, and looked at his feet. "So," He started, "You actually came." It was silent for a few moments, before Tom cleared his throat, and moved aside from the door, welcoming me inside. Tom shut the door behind me, "So, why did you want me to come here?" I ask, him plopping down on the sofa. He doesn't reply. "Tom?" I ask, stepping closer. I hear a faint snoring coming from him. Could he really not sleep unless I was there?

I sigh, and bend over to pick him up bridal style. He groaned, and tried to roll out of my arms. I tighten my grip, and he whines again, his head rolling back. I struggle to keep him in my arms as I make my way to his room, him rolling out of my hands and onto his messy and unmade bed. I sigh, and crouch down at the side of the bed so that we are eye level. "Tom." I try, his eyes remain closed. I groan, not wanting to redo the hour flight back to Norway. If Tom really wanted me here, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I stayed the night, right? I agree with myself, and make my way around to the other side of his bed, throwing myself on top of it. My eyes slowly close, and just as I'm about to fall asleep, I feel a set of warm arms wrap around me.

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Wowo i finally got this shit done :D

Are you proud of me?

No?

Ok.