A/N: Warning: hints of slash.

I know 10K is straight, but I made him bi for story's sake.

I was listening to Part That's Holding On and Yours Again by Red, which made me write this.


Tommy lied on his side, facing the wall. He replayed the argument from two days earlier. His boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Jason, they never clarified on if they were broken up, had stormed away from him.

He noticed how they've been fighting a lot lately. He couldn't remember what the fight was about. He vaguely remembered that it had something to do with Heather, a girl that Tommy could've swore who Jason was flirting with.

Not that he blamed them both, Jason was hot. He had shaggy brown hair, was tall, tanned, and is a bit muscular. Heather was hot too. She was tall, had long blonde hair, tan, and she knew how to kick ass.

He remembered the last time he and Jason had touched, which was four days ago.


Tommy was punching the practice dummy. Jason and Heather had stumbled upon him, they were laughing about something. Tommy felt like he had stumbled upon a hole and fell in it.

"A good punch needs a good foundation," Heather said. She helped him with a stance, and Tommy wanted to tell her that he didn't need her help with throwing punches. He decided that it would be best to leave before he and Jason start arguing.

"Don't mind me. I was just leaving." Tommy lied, after being there for about five minutes.

"You can stay." Jason offered and Tommy shook his head. He didn't want to see them flirt with each other and ignore him. He couldn't hate Heather, she was nice and helpful.

Tommy walked past them and felt Jason's fingers brush against his arm. He wasn't sure if that was an accident or Jason did that on purpose.


Heather and Jason were getting closer.

He saw it before he left to find supplies with his dad and saw it once he came back.

He knew when he and Jason hadn't even kissed, hugged, or even cuddled in front of the campfire in two weeks. Last week he tried to kiss Jason, who pulled back, and that was one of the nails in the coffin.

Tommy wondered what to do, if his parents were alive, they'll try to help him figure out something. He could always talk to him again, but he knew that would lead to another pointless argument. He came back from the campfires a few minutes ago, hoping to sleep before he left.


Tommy was sitting by the campfire all alone, staring at it. He looked to see Jason and Heather were sitting by their own campfire, talking and laughing.

Tommy looked at the fire and wiped the tear away. He gave it all, trying to hold onto Jason, but Jason was already fading. He held on to a sliver of hope that Jason would come back to him, but he knew it was useless. Jason already found someone else and midnight was when he can leave Jason, to allow him to throw himself at Heather.

"Are you okay?" It was a girl about twelve years old who asked.

Tommy was sure her name was Taylor and whispered, "No."

Taylor sounded curious, "What's wrong?"

He realized that maybe it will be healthier to confine in someone, even if that person was twelve. "Jason and I...we broke up."

"Oh." Taylor replied, sounding deflated. "Why?"

Tommy shrugged, "He stopped loving me."

Taylor asked, "Want me to go yell at him for you?"

He shook his head and said, "No. I think I'll just go to bed."


Tommy looked at the top bunk bed and felt like the blackness was staring back at him. He didn't want to let go of Jason and he wanted to feel loved again. He had hoped that Jason was going to be there for him when he came back to the camp crying, without his dad, but he wasn't. He wondered when Jason stopped loving him.

He whispered out loud, "When?"

"When what?" Jason asked and Tommy gripped the blanket. He hated when Jason went full ninja on him because he didn't even hear the door open.

"When will I see my parents again?" Tommy replied. It was half of the truth.

"Don't…don't think about stuff like that. I don't want to lose you." Jason said, sounding hurt at the thought.

You already lost me two weeks ago. Tommy thought and said, "Okay." He admitted that they broke up and it was like a slap to the face. "How's Heather doing?" There was some moving around and Tommy didn't dare to look to see what was going on.

"What does that mean?" Jason asked.

"I thought you two were good friends," Tommy asked.

Jason sounded confused when he said, "We are."

"I was wondering how she was doing," Tommy replied. He pulled the blanket up higher to hide the fact that he wasn't wearing pajamas, but regular clothes.

"She's doing fine," Jason replied.

Tommy couldn't help but smile despite his heart breaking. "If we weren't dating, I would say that you two would make an ass-kicking couple."

"What does that mean?" Jason asked.

"That you and Heather would make an awesome couple if we weren't dating," Tommy replied. "What's so confusing about that?"

"It sounds like you're telling me to date Heather," Jason replied.

Tommy could feel an argument forming and rubbed his forehead. "Let's just go one day without fighting." He didn't want his last memory of Jason to be arguing.

"Yeah," Jason replied. There was silence and Tommy hoped he can fall asleep. "Night."

"Night," Tommy replied. There was silence and some moving around. Tommy hoped Jason was asleep already and whispered, "I love you."


A light woke Tommy up and he rubbed his eyes. He had to be very quiet before he accidentally wakes up Jason and it turns into a whole other argument that he didn't want to deal with at the Ungodly Hour. He got out of bed and pulled the backpack out from underneath the bed.

Tommy considered kissing Jason on the cheek goodbye but decided not to. He went to the door and looked back. Some small part of Tommy didn't want to leave, but he knew that it was a rule among the Sanctuarium. He left the cabin.

The man, Clive, showed no mercy when he shined the light in Tommy's face. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty."

"Cut it out, you could've given me E. Coli with that thing," Tommy whispered. He didn't want Jason to wake up to see him leaving.

"Let's go," Clive said. Tommy followed him as Clive led him to the weapons shed.

"Accidents happen," Tommy replied. No one was there to prove that he didn't mean to turn his back on his dad for a split second before…he will not think about it. He lost his parents, he lost Jason to Heather, he lost his home before the zombies showed up, and he lost his second home to an accident that he could've prevented.

He realized that he was crying and Clive was awkwardly hugging him. It was kind of surprising, considering that Clive's nickname was 'Stone-Hearted Bastard.'

"I know that you'll live," Clive said. He had faith in the seventeen year old boy on surviving out there; he was an excellent shooter. He took pity on the boy, they didn't kick out teenagers. Hell, they never even kicked out a teenager before, but this one was a special case. "Pick your weapon and let's go."

"Accidents happen," Tommy repeated.

"I know. I believe you," Clive said. "Now hurry up."

"You know, you're not Stone-Hearted like they all say," Tommy replied.

"Thanks. Now, stop crying solider. Wipe your tears away. There will be no crying out there," Clive said. He never saw a teenager looked so defeated before.

Tommy wiped his tears away and picked out the rifle.


A/N: Again, I know 10K is straight, please don't flame it. It's my first fanfic in this area and I haven't seen the show in a while, so he may be out of character.