Tom x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

No More Tears

Tord scrambles to his feet. He mutters under his breath and looks around for a way to escape. He turns and spots the back door. Edd looks up at him and the two make contact. Edd does his best to quickly get to his feet. As Tord rushes for the door, Edd runs after him. His eyes flash and he uses a bit of his old powers to fly infront of Tord, blocking his way out. "Edd. Move." He reaches for his gun. Edd shakes his head. "No need." He kicks the gun out of his hand just as the door bursts open to police and swat members holding their guns in his direction. "Put your hands up. Now." Tord looks over his shoulder and slowly puts his hands up. "Dritt..!" He hisses, glaring at you. You continued to hold Tom tight while you solemnly stared Tord in the eyes. It was like, staring a lion in the eyes. Except there was only a cage in between.

People came in and took anyone injured. Just as you were about to give Tom to them, he held on to your shirt. "I'm not...leaving." You nuzzle his nose, and smile. "It's okay. I'll come with you." He let's go slowly. They put him onto a carrier and take him out into an ambulance. You stand up and watch as they apprehend Tord.

Edd floats over to you. He holds your shoulder. "Go follow the others to the hospital. I'll take care of things here," "But-" "No buts. Just go." He smiles and his eyes flash green. You sigh and nod, just before running to the car.

"Be safe, Edd." You say to yourself, just before following the ambulances to the hospital.

A few hours later...

"Miss. L/N, you can come in now." The nurse calls, opening the door to Tom's room. You quickly jolt awake and gather your things. You rush into the room and tell her thank you before closing the door. Tom holds his hand out, but doesn't look in your direction. You quickly take it. His hand was cold, but soft. You held it tightly as you used your leg to pull a chair over.

"Are you...okay..?" He asks with pauses in between his words. "I'm fine. They patched me up already. It was just a bruise." You explain cheerfully. Tom turns to you and smiles. "That's good," he clutches your hand. "Things won't be like this ever again. I promise." You kiss his hand to reassure him. "I know, Tom. I know."

The two of you talk for a while, keeping each other's mind off of today. It almost felt as if he was just sick in bed and nothing more. "So, where's Edd?" He asks out of the blue. "At the police station or something like that. Witness protection and stuff. He's explaining everything. Tord was locked up immediately. I wouldn't be surprised if exacuted..." You tone got quieter. That did seem harsh, but with the crimes he's done, who knows. "Poor Lila..." Tom looks at you solemnly. "...Yeah."

The nurse walks in holding a tray. "Excuse me miss, but visiting time is over." You groan. "Dang it," Tom pats your hand. "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't worry." You give out a long sigh and stand up. "True." You kiss him before heading to the door. "Byeeee! I'll see you tomorrow, no-eyes." He laughs and waves goodbye.

Out in the hallway you see Matt, Jean and Marco. They notice you and wave. You walk over. "Hey, get kicked out too?" Jean teases. You nod and yawn. "Yep, and I'm tired. Greeeaatt!" You stretch. Marco walks to Jean's side. "Well, we're about to meet up with Sasha, Lila and Gracie. Wanna hang?" He asks. "Nah, I'm gonna head to the lake to think." You start to walk off. "Lake? What lake?!" Matt shakes with curiosity and excitement. "Just a lake. See ya! Say hi to everyone for me." You wave at them without turning around.

Jean grabs Marco's hand. "So much for that." He mutters. Matt pulls out his mirror. "That's just how Y/n is. Her and Tom are super mysterious." Marco laughs. "Like Mikki. Hmm." Jean scoffs. "I'm mysterious!" Marco smiles at him. "Very!" He says happily. Matt checks himself out. "And I'm hot." Jean rolls his eyes. "Suuurreee."

Meanwhile...

Tord sat in a dim lit room with a light in his face. "Is this...necessary?" He asks, looking up at the two guards. They gave no sign of reply. He laughs smugly. "Of course. Tin mans. You know, this is really lame for high league officers! I'm a little ashamed." The big double doors from behind him slam open. "Shut up, would you?" A voice angrily growls. "Sure, but it'll cost ya." A man in a trench coat walks over with a cigar in his hand. He smirks. "How about, an arm and an eye?"

Sorry for not updating in so long! I've gotten my spark back. But don't worry, the story will be more happy and dumb for now on, with of course some melodrama and mini Tord shenanigans here mand there. Maybe even a little sour somethin' somethin'. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧