Hello again, its been a while. This is a short story that I decided to write after I got a request from a reader and I really love the concept. This story takes place a few days after the Season 2 Finale, yet in this AU Jarco never happened (YES!) and Staro is still up in the air. Yet, Marco and Tom are still only really close friends at this point and there is no Tomco, kinda. By the end you should be able to determine where this relationship is heading, I hope. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
It's been a few days since Star suddenly left Earth to go back to Mewni, leaving Marco's feelings and emotions in a tailspin. Every time he walks by her now empty, normal looking room, he starts to feel overwhelmed with despair, longing for his best friend back. Marco doesn't know who to turn to; he obviously can't go to Janna, she wouldn't take this seriously enough, talking to Jackie would be to awkward, and his parents don't understand the scope of the situation. Yet, there is one person that he knows could help, somebody he's grown to trust, someone he has a bond close enough with that he could talk about anything with, Tom.
Marco grabbed his dimensional scissors and a water bottle (not that it would do much where he's going) and headed down to the Underworld, more specifically Tom's room. The one thing Marco didn't account for was the timing of his visit, or lack thereof. He popped in to Tom's room right as Tom was changing his shirt, "Woah! What the hell…Marco is that you?", "Oh my god Tom, I'm so sorry that I came in like this, but it's important", Tom just looked bewildered for a couple of seconds, then responded "It's no problem, just do some kind of interdimensional knock next time or something". The two shared a laugh and Marco proceeded to sit on Tom's surprisingly soft bed, yet Marco couldn't help but notice that Tom had a pretty ripped chest and biceps (great…something else for Marco to think about). Once Tom sat down next to him, Marco let loose everything that was inside of him. "Tom I don't know what to do, ever since Star left I've been a complete wreck, I can't eat anything that reminds me of her, walk by her old room, I can't even sleep without dreaming of her…I'm lost", Tom just sat there, contemplating a response that could help his friend in need, "Marco, you've got to give Star time to think about her feelings, and the more you think about her the worse it's going to get for both of you". Marco just started to quietly sob and put his head down, slowly leaning into Tom's lap, and just cried. Tom, not entirely prepared for this, just put his hand on Marco's head, slowly stroking his soft hair, trying his best to relax him. "Trust me Marco, everything is going to be fine, she'll come back", Marco, trying to gather enough energy to even talk, muttered out "but when?". Tom, sensing that Marco was at the breaking point, could only tell him "I don't know…I just don't know…"
Tom took Marco into his arms and nested him in his lap until the broken boy fell asleep. Tom gently picked up Marco and laid him on the bed while putting his warmest Wooly Mammoth fur blanket on top of him (demons still need blankets in hell sometimes). Tom could only look at Marco's tear stained cheeks and know exactly what he was feeling: sadness, hopelessness, and despair. Tom leaned down and kissed the slumbering Marco on the forehead and whispered "you still have me" before laying down right beside Marco and joining him in the land of dreams.
The End