Never Stop . . . Never Stop Fighting (A Tom Hiddleston Fanfiction)

Chapter One

AN: Hello Everyone. This idea came to me a few weeks ago and it would not leave my mind, so I decided to try and make a story out of it. This is my first solo Tom Hiddleston fic and I really hope that everyone that reads it, likes it. I am taking my time with this story, so I am unsure exactly how fast updates will come for it. As I type this, I am working on the second chapter, so hopefully you guys will have that one to read soon. As always please please vote and comment. I want to know what everyone is thinking about this story as it is different from anything that I have ever written. Happy reading everyone.

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The day had been a long one that had consisted of a three hour long panel with the cast, a Q&A panel with a good friend, and a couple hours of photo ops and autographs. He felt beyond tired and just wanted to lay in his hotel bed and try and get some much needed sleep. The trip up to his room was uneventful and quiet and he was happy to see the large king size bed when he shut the door behind him and toed off his shoes.

His usual nightly routine went off without a hitch. He took a longer shower than normal but chalked it up to the stress of the day as he shaved in front of the large bathroom mirror. It was then that his night was interrupted by a commotion in the hotel room next to his.

The sound of a man shouting could be heard on the other side of the wall and Tom felt himself grimace at the sound. He stood there in front of the mirror, his razor in one hand, elevated towards his face as he listened.

"I don't want to hear your excuses Ann!" the man belted.

It was then that Tom realized that the man was not alone.

"John, come on!" It was a woman's voice that finally retaliated and yelled back at the man, whom now Tom knew as John.

"Do not 'John c'mon' me Ann. I am done with this shit. I know you had someone else in here!"

At this point Tom had forgotten about shaving the rest of his face as he noticed the man was slurring his words.

Is the man drunk? Tom thought to himself while he stared at his reflection. He really was not meaning to listen in on their conversation but the yelling made it quite difficult.

"John, you've been drinking downstairs. Nobody has been in this room but you and me. Why don't you go take a shower and cool off."

Tom shrugged as the room went silent. They must have calmed down, he said to himself as he returned to his task and shaved the rest of his face and rinsed off with cool water before he patted his face dry with a towel.

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Tom shot up from his bed and grasped at his chest. His heart thundered against his hand as he looked around the dark hotel room. Upon seeing the digital clock across the room he saw that it was two in the morning. But what on earth had woken him up so harshly?

He slowly got out of bed, his adrenaline running too high to lay back down. After he used the bathroom he sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to calm his fast beating heart. It was then that he heard the sound of someone crying, but it was not coming from the other side of the wall. It was outside his hotel room door.

What on earth?  He thought as he stood and walked to the door. Did someone knock? If so who would knock this damn early in the morning? He did not want to chance unlocking and opening the door, the fear of someone being on the other side frightened him a bit. So he settled on looking through the peephole.

The only thing that Tom could see was the top of what seemed to be a woman's head as she sat against the wall on the opposite side of his door.

Tom sighed and rested his forehead against the door. "Damn." he mumbled aloud to himself. He took a couple of deep breaths before he unlocked the door and quietly opened it. He did not want to startle the woman after all.