Sanders Sides One-Shots

Disappeared Prt. 2

Warnings: General angst, self-hatred, self-loathing, confusion with emotions, lots of crying.

Ship(s): Platonic Moxiety

Weeks passed, and Patton still refused to come out of his room. Virgil being in charge of all of Thomas' emotions was not good. He was always sad, always anxious, always afraid of everything, and Virgil hated it. It had bumped him back down to square one with the other two and it hurt. He was back to being ignored, and being hated, and being seen as the one who always hurt Thomas, and it was all Patton's fault. Virgil quickly shook his head. He wouldn't let himself think like that.

Virgil watched from the kitchen as Thomas, Logan, and Roman sat next to each other on the couch watching a movie, wishing he could be there, wishing he could be held and loved like when Patton was here, but he couldn't. They didn't want him anymore. Virgil buried his head between his knees and let out a shaky sigh. Normally, he would go to Patton when he felt like this, but he couldn't exactly do that anymore.

"Why are you still here?" Logan asked coldly, making Virgil flinch. The bespectacled man had turned to look at him, glaring at him ferociously. Virgil kept his gaze down but could feel Logan's eyes burning into him.

"Seriously, why? We don't want you here. Get out." It was Roman this time, and Virgil's heart caught in his throat. They had finally been getting along. They were finally coming together, loving each other, appreciating each other, and now Roman hated him all over again. Virgil was frozen in his chair, tears in his eyes, unable to move.

"Virgil, please leave," Thomas whispered. And that's when Virgil broke. He started sobbing and he burst out of his seat, running up the stairs. His heart was broken, the tender thing shattered into pieces. He couldn't go to his room, but he didn't have to worry about that. His legs seemed to have a mind all of their own, carrying him up the stairs and down the hall towards the familiar, baby blue door. Virgil banged on it frantically, choking on tears and sobs and calling Patton's name frantically.

"Patton! Pat! Please, come out! Please, please, please!" Virgil begged, his face twisting into a pained grimace as one of his knuckles split from hitting on the door so hard.

"Come on, please! We need you, Patton! Everything's a mess and they all think it's my fault and everyone hates me again! Please come out. I-I...I need you, and I miss you, and I'm so sick of this. I know this is my fault but please, I need you. Please, dad..." Virgil's voice trailed off and he sank to his knees, forehead pressed against the door as he sobbed and hiccuped softly, shivering. This was useless. Patton wouldn't come out, not for him. He probably hated Virgil just as much as everyone else. He just pretended to love Virgil, to care about what he said about himself and how much he hated what he did. It was all lies-

"Oh, kiddo, I'm so sorry," Virgil heard, and his head snapped up. Patton stood in the doorway, one hand still on the doorknob while the other was raised to his mouth in shock. Patton knelt down and cupped Virgil's tear stained face in his hands, wiping his cheeks and pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, cheek, and nose. Virgil whimpered and wrapped his arms tightly around Patton's waist, trembling from the affection after the sudden rush of hatred and scathing comments he'd been getting the past few weeks.

"Don't cry Virgil, it's okay. I'm so sorry I left you, I never will again, I promise. I'm so, so sorry," Patton whispered, running his fingers through Virgil's hair. Virgil nuzzled into Patton's chest, letting out a shaky sigh as his tears finally ran dry, but Patton's were far from gone. Virgil wished he could make them go away, that he could stop Patton from being so sad and from blaming himself for all of this, but the best he could do was let Patton hold him and cry into his hair.

"Are you ready to go back?" Virgil asked softly. Patton tensed, looking at the man he loved like a son and gave him a small smile.

"Yeah. Let's go."