Without You (Tony Oller fan fiction)

Deer In The Headlights

Tony pulled the covers over his face, trying to clear his mind of the horrible nightmare that plagued him.

The images of his nightmare, Jenna and Malcolm together doing things, he himself had done with Jenna fogged his memories.

Tossing to and fro, he couldn't seem to shake the thoughts. Every second creeping under his skin, like a shadow in the dark. You're not completely sure what's accurate and what's a figment of imagination, but the longer you think about it and let it get to you, the more you believe it. The way a child makes up a monster under their bed, it was very similar to the scenario plaguing Tony's vivid imagination.

Jolting up in the bed, he felt to his right for Jenna. Knowing she wasn't there was only adding to the mental civil war he self inflicted. "No I trust her." He argued for the side of his mind trying to extinguish the overwhelmingly vivid dreams. They felt so real. Every touch was so real. The senses felt by Malcolm and Jenna when their skin touched whether by an embrace or more was audible in the noises ejected from both Malcolm and Jenna's mouths.

"But do I trust Malcolm?" Tony questioned himself.

Sitting there in the dark, he decided he'd subjected himself to enough. He didn't want to bother Jenna and/or Malcolm after the turmoil he'd caused today, but he couldn't sleep at night knowing the inevitable was occurring so much more quickly than ever anticipated. Sure, Jenna might love Tony, but he needed to know that. He needed to know that she wasn't on the verge of breaking his character. Tony was used to losing everyone he loved, but losing the two that meant most to him because they fell in love at a vulnerable moment would have been the epitome of his self-inflicted-self-loathing epidemic. He spread his pain like a disease. Fans always had a way of sympathizing with Tony, leaving the other half of the fanbase defending Malcolm and his feelings.

He just couldn't live this way, not even for one sleepless night.

He threw the blankets off the bed, across the master bedroom.

Like a flash of lighting erupted from a bottle, don't bolted to the front door, grabbing his leather jacket and keys.

He was still in his flannel pajamas, as he forced the key into the ignition and roared down the few blocks separating him from Jenna and Malcolm. The few minutes between him and the two he loved most, (that probably loved each other) he found himself continuously imagining theoretical situations where Jenna ended up leaving him for another. Tony's painful days always got the better of him. He just loved her so much and couldn't handle the thought of losing Jenna. Her beautiful blue eyes and brown hair against his chest, making raps to match the pattern of his heartbeat is something he could never be without. Every morning, waking up to her in her underwear and his oversized shirts; every night, coming out of the shower to fresh-out-the-dryer towels. He couldn't be without her. He never realized how he'd done it before. He just couldn't from this point forward.

Tony tossed his keys to the valet-jacketed-acne-ridded kid about 17. He threw open the door of his beautiful muscle car, charging through the urgent care doors.

He found himself at Malcolm's hospital door before he even thought of an excuse for why he'd been here. He'd wing it.

"Jenna, I'm sorry but-" Tony budged open the door of the hospital room to find a nurse stripping the bed of which Malcolm had been laying on since he arrived here. She concluded her actions to make eye contact with Tony, much like that of a deer in the headlights.

"I'm. Um. I'm confused." Tony stuttered, baffled. He knew this was the correct room because he'd been here a thousand times before.

"Are you looking for Mr. Kelley and Ms. Stealth?"

Tony cringed at the thought of her maiden name side by side with Malcolm's name. He was tempted to correct her, by expressing Jenna's relationship status as engaged rather than single, but permitted it she to the circumstances.

"Yes."

"Mr. Kelley was discharged about an hour ago."

Tony stared blankly at the nurse in front him, as if she had been speaking in a foreign language. Why hadn't Jenna said so?!

"Where can I find them?" Tony stammered, his heart filled with agonizing pain and hatred towards the two he'd trusted most.

"If you exit this room, you'll find the sign out desk. Outside, there's a clipboard, telling where they went directly after being discharged."

Tony gathered his anger and hurt feelings into himself once more, avoiding release on the innocent nurse and exited the room without properly thanking her.

Upon evaluating the sign out desk, checking every clipboard, he found one with Malcolm's name written stop of it. He searched across the row to find the column titled "Return Location."

Sloppily written in Malcolm's handwriting was "my house" with Jenna's signature aside it.

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Woot. Things are getting heated up.

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