A/N: Tom meets someone at his support groups. Bellamort. Support Group!AU. Fight Club!AU. Love the movie - guy gets addicted to support groups until it's ruined by Helena Bonham Carter (my dear Bella). Ain't it grand?

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Weekly AU! Competition: Round 2 - Support Group!AU

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fight Club.

He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warmth of the large arms around him. About the floor of the church hall, other men were embracing and talking in hushed tones and emotional words, but Tom didn't care about them. All he cared about was the comfortable feeling of the man's chest beneath his head. He hadn't felt more rested in days.

The man pulled away, "Now it's your turn, Dave."

This was Tom's third support group meeting for the week, the sign near the door reading "We Are Still Men". All the men here were all suffering from testicular cancer. Some had already had the surgery while others were too far gone for surgery to help.

Tom was neither. Tom did not suffer from testicular cancer, or lung cancer or blood parasites. Tom suffered from insomnia and he found solace in the support given at all of his support groups over the last year. Everyone's smiles were wide, their hugs warm and understanding and they didn't ask questions. If they did, he didn't answer and they just cried harder and pulled him closer, assuming the worse.

Everything was going well until she came in. Everyone turned to look at her, her long wild black hair falling over her black sunglasses as she blew out a ring of smoke. Then she asked in a loud voice, "Is this cancer?"

After that night, he realized she was everywhere. She sat in the back of Blood Parasites, she hugged it out with everyone in AIDs and she stood by the coffee pot during Melanoma. She was a tourist, milking the system just like he was. She was living his lie in front of his face. And her presence had caused his insomnia to return.

"I know what you are," Tom said as he paired off with her during Melanoma support. "You're a faker. You aren't dying."

She simply gave him a wide smile and said, "So aren't you, Mr Potter."

"I need this," Tom continued. "You need to get out of here or I'll report you."

She pulled him into her, putting her arms around his slim waist and resting her head against his chest. "If you do that, then I report you as well," she said, her voice soft as if she was telling him her deepest darkest secrets.

Tom swallowed, his arms moving awkwardly around her tiny body, his chin resting on top of her wild curls. Could he risk being found out? But if she continued to be there, then he couldn't stay here either.

"Why are you here?" Tom asked, pulling away to look at her face. She had forgone the sunglasses tonight and he could see directly into her dark eyes.

She thought for a moment before saying, "Support, just like everyone else. There's free food and when people think you're dying, they're more likely to listen to you..."

"Instead of talking over you," Tom ended, sharing her sentiment. Here he felt heard and worth someone's love and attention, their tears...

Then he shook his head. "You still can't be here. I can't do this knowing there's someone else like me here."

"Then look the other way. Not my problem," she said, already pulling away and about to move towards another man who had just separated from his own partner.

But Tom grabbed her wrist. "How about we make a deal? We split up the week, you get three, I get three."

The woman stood there, tapping her cigarette between her fingers before she asked, "And what about Sundays? I want lymphoma."

Tom hissed. He had purposely left that out but obviously she had been doing this for a while as well.

"Every other week," he compromised.

"Deal," she said, finally getting away from him and walking towards the exit.

"Wait," he called out, stopping her in her tracks. "Maybe we should share numbers so we don't cross into each other."

She gave him a wide yellow smile as she pulled a pen from her bosom and wrote her number on her hand."Bellatrix Black"

"See you around, Mr Potter," she said as she walked out of the room.