A Wicked Twist (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic)

The New Arrival

So, so sorry for the ridiculous delay in getting this chapter up. I've just re-written a large chunk and wanted to get it posted (thank you @criisty89 for the kick) so apologies if there are any typos etc. I will be checking it and will amend in a couple of days. Next chapter is almost ready too, but still not sure about this one. Oh well.

Happy reading

Pad x

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Here you go" the whispered voice is immediately followed by my case being thrust into my hands.
"Thank you" I whisper back seconds before the doors open and the light floods through. I rush forward and hit my mark, the same mark I've done countless times before, spotlight most definitely on me. My case had somehow not ended up in its allotted spot after the matinee so when I'd gone to retrieve moments ago a mild panic had ensued and three of the crew had rushed into action. It wouldn't have been the first time I've gone on without it but I'm glad I don't have to concentrate on reworking the scenes as it's with me till almost the end of 'Wizard and I'.

Luckily that's the only hiccup in this performance and the show closes with a standing ovation. As the cloth hits the deck I let out a sigh; another week is done and I'm ready to get home and sleep.

"You coming for a drink?" Iain's voice sounds in my ear as his hands wrap around my waist.

"Not tonight" I reply patting his hands.

"Aww come on" he whines.

"I'm sorry, I'm shattered" I pull away from him.

"But Saaaaam" he whines again.

"Eeeeeean" I mock back, turning to face him. He's got his bottom lip stuck out and a sad puppy dog look.

"Just one ickle drink? On me?" He presses.

"You owe me more than one ickle drink, but no I just want to get home and curl up in bed" I refuse to fold.

"Want to go home and talk to Tom more like" he nudges me in the side with his elbow.

"No just want my bed" I smile back at him before making my way off stage. The truth was other than a quick 'I hope your day went well' kind of text I'd not spoken to Tom since he'd left for the Balearic's on Tuesday, which was two days after we'd got back. I envied the locations he got to work in but not the gruelling filming schedule that came as part of the deal.

"You've not come out all this week" he perseveres as he catches me up, "And it's Saturday what do you need to be up for tomorrow?" He's not wrong, I had declined all invites all week. It wasn't that I didn't want to go to with them but in truth he's hit the nail on the head. I just wanted to talk to Tom.

"Well actually I'm visiting Ben and Sophie tomorrow" I counter, glad that I actually had a reason this time.

"Next week then? Promise?" It's not really a question. 

"Next week" I agree.

"Promise?" He sounds sceptical. 

"Pinky promise" I laugh, but nonetheless he holds up his pinky for me to link mine with. He finally seems satisfied with my answer, so I'm left to get changed and de-greened in peace. I take my time hoping that there'll be fewer people waiting for me at the stage door.
  Since arriving home on Sunday there has been a slight whirlwind of interest in our relationship. Ok, maybe I'm downplaying that a bit but I'm not actively seeking out information. What has been noticeable is the increase in the number of people at the stage door, waiting for autographs, pictures and to ask me many questions about Tom. Leaving the theatre has become quite an ordeal, to the point the management have hired two new security personnel to help with the crowds. Yet despite the delays to getting home all the, I suppose you'd call them fans, have been lovely and really supportive of us, at least to my face anyway. I'd told Tom about the newfound interest in me two nights ago but immediately regretted it as he continued to act strange. As I begin to degreenify I cast my mind back to when this 'strangeness had begun on the fight home, well actually as the plane had touched down on the runway. I suppose looking back on it, if I was being honest, I was acting out of sorts on the way home, I'd been feeling sick and it was nothing to do with the turbulence we had encountered on the way back. No, it was one hundred percent down to the fact that within the next hour my relationship with Tom was more than likely to be entertainment gossip. I hadn't been lying to Tom when I'd told him I had zero reservations about returning with him but the closer that moment got I was beginning to internally panic. I was careful not to show how I was feeling because then he would have put a stop to us 'going public' and that was something I did not want to happen, despite what my insides were telling me at the time.