I Fell and You Pushed Me [TomTord]

Blue is the new Red

Tom lent back on his blue offie chair, resting his feet in between the mountains of paperwork and files. He had a large cork board behind him with blueprints, newspaper articles and pictures of Edd, Matt and himself before the incident. Tord's arm could be seen flung around Tom's shoulder but the rest of him was pinned up on a dartboard hanging on the door. He had his abandoned bed in the corner, the checkered sheets untouched since weeks ago and wardrobe against the far wall.

A blue trench coat hung off his shoulders, golden buttons done up along the front. A badge of a similar colour glistened on the left of his chest. 'Leader' inscribed in the metal. A leather belt was strapped around his waist, exaggerating his curvy hips.

A small amount of stubble painted his jawline as his usual scowl danced on his pale lips. His black eyes squinting at the portrait of his enemy, one arm raised with a red dart in his hand, aiming at the communist's forehead. His other hand clutched his silver flask, an alcoholic poison swirling inside. He dragged his arm back before shooting it forward and letting go of the small weapon. Hitting Tord right between the eyes.

"Now, if only you where the real bastard." He sighed, his voice cold and stern, void of any emotion other than hatred. A soft knock echoed from his door. "It's open."
A tall soldier walked in, saluting at the sight of his leader.
"Pat, by what means are you here?"

Pat and Pau had stayed behind at their sons command. Tord knew it was safer for the two if they stayed within the army then on the run with him. Since then, Pat had become much less enthusiastic and more tired, joining the search team for their old leader in hopes that he was still alive. Pau had tried to lighten his husbands mood with little to no effect. Tom, of corse, knew how much it pained the parents that they where looking for Tord for the soul reason to execute him, but the Blue Leader couldn't let two soldiers get in the way of what he's wanted to do his entire life.

"Sir, Sammie just sent me to alert you that your dinner is ready in the main hall." He parroted without emotion his polish accent colliding with Tom's British one.
"Send Pau to fetch it. I'll be eating in here while completing some paperwork."
"Yes, Sir." The soldier turned to leave.
"Oh, and Pat," he stopped him,
"Yes, Blue Leader?"
"Go have a rest. You look exhausted." Even thought Tom seems like a heartless monster, and for the most part it's true, he has a mothering side for his soldiers. Nodding, the man walked out, heading to his and Pau's shared room.

"Blue wants you to take his food to him." He mumbled tiredly, flopping on the bed.
"Why me? You're not doing anything."
"I'm sleeping, under his command." He grinned cockily.
"God damnit. He'll have me in a maid outfit cleaning his whiskey next." Pau grumbled, standing up, giving his lover a quick kiss on the head before leaving and walking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Pau!" A female voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Rebekah?" The head of the watch team signalled him over.
"You're gonna want to see this." She lead him into the video camera room and pointed to the one that showed just outside the abandoned coffee shop.

A figure sat on the curb, the image was in black and white but it was obvious a cigar was lit in its hand.
"What about it?"
"Just watch." She whispered. As something, presumably wind, blew down the hood that was covering its face to reveal two horn like cowlicks.
"Holy crap..." he muttered, covering his mouth with his hands. As a soft hand rested on his shoulder. Guilt filled Rebekah's eyes. "You didn't-"
"I'm sorry Pau, I had to."
"You told Blue." He said slowly, hoping that it wasn't true, however the girl nodded her head.
"How could you? He was our leader! He was the one that saved you and your brother from the streets!"
"I'm so sorry Pau but I would've died otherwise."
"But you would've died for the true leader!" He yelled.

Tom had just received the news on Tord's appearance.
"Go start a helicopter, I want to be the one to grab him." He commanded strictly as the small soldier nodded and ran off to follow the order. Once the boy had left, Tom stood up and slammed his fist on the desk, causing a stack of paper to fall.
"What games are you playing Tord. Hiding for a week, then just suddenly letting your guard down. Not even you're that stupid." He walked out, shaking his now painful hand.

The whirl of the helicopter defend Tord as he looked up to see Thomas jumping down from the rope ladder. Standing up, the Norki ran to what he already knew to be a dead end and backed up against the brick wall.
"Tord, Tord, Tord." A British tongue click filled the small ally as a short shadow came closer.
"Thomas." He answered, tensing up slightly.
"How are you? You look exhausted." He chuckled darkly, raising a weapon. "Don't worry Commie, just close your eyes and-" he pulled the trigger, shooting a tranquilliser into his arm. "Sleep."