Thomas: A Disney Fanfiction

Ch. 4 Think of it in another way

The next evening, Thomas decided, since Ben and Lon were unsuccessful, he might as well go out and try to find John.  Braving his fear of the unknown, he took a musket and stepped outside the fort.  After a few seconds, he heard a twig snap and pointed the gun towards the source.  

Only to find it was John, 

"Easy Thomas, it's me."  Thomas lowered the gun, instead giving John a guilty expression which, as usual, was evermore boylike, 

"Oh, John.  I could've killed you."  Seeing his little friend's pouty face, John melted (though he had the sense not to show it) and decided to give him some advice, 

"Not aiming like that you couldn't.  Keep both eyes open when you shoot,"  Thomas aimed again, following John's advice, "You'll see twice as well."  Saying so, he gave the young boy a slap on the back before going in.

What followed was shocking, Thomas never thought that John would go to the point of saying he actually met a savage and speaking against what he'd become known for for so long.  Even the idea that he would say that there wasn't any gold when he learned it from a savage.  The argument finally ended with Ratcliffe declaring, 

"This is my land! I make the laws here! And I say, anyone who so much as looks at an indian without killing him on site will be tried for treason and hanged!"

Thomas never saw a more heated argument.  Now he was stuck in the middle, who was he to believe now?  Sitting down again against the fence, he stared back up into the empty sky, starting to become light evening after the big storm.  Staring in awe at the pink clouds, he started to hear in his head his sister asking him what he thought pink clouds were made of.  He had told her whipped cream that someone mixed strawberries into.  Thomas couldn't help licking his lips at the idea.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Thomas?"  Thomas looked over to see John sitting next to him looking slightly amused by what Thomas was doing.  

John smiled, "Were you wondering what the clouds were made of?"  

Thomas looked at him with astonishment, "How did you know?  Although, my little sister once asked me what pink clouds are made of.  I told her strawberry whipped cream."  John couldn't help licking his own lips, "Sounds delicious."  Here, as Thomas continued to let his mouth water and remember his sister's reaction to it ("Wow! I wish I could taste that!"), an idea came to him: couldn't he just remember that his bad dreams were just what they were: bad dreams? Ben said that a dream couldn't hurt you.

The perfect window of opportunity came as Thomas continued to stare up as feelings of sleepiness came over him again.  John saw it and immediately began attempting to soothe him to sleep.  Gently, he began stroking Thomas' back as Thomas yawned.  Thomas, his eyes half closed, looked up at John who began running his fingers through Thomas' hair speaking in his most soothing tone, "There now, Thomas, put your head down and go to sleep.  There's a good boy." Thomas yawned again so deeply, he wondered if he could stay awake any longer.  Before long, Thomas was in the deepest sleep he ever had with his head on John's shoulder. John smiled, put his arm around Thomas, and rested his own head on Thomas'.  Looking down at it, he noticed for the first time that Thomas looked pretty sweet when he was asleep.  Gently, he rubbed his little friend's head, "Tsk, tired little thing."