Not Alone

A short little thing inspired by the scene in 'Fear and Loathing In Pleasantville' Not really anything, just a plot bunny that demanded attention. Hope you like. Characters not mine.


"You'll always be alone, Tommy. Because you're a freak…" The Phobias' voice echoed in his mind, the grey haze clouding around him as his one true fear was exposed.

He looked in the mirror, his wolfy self exposed and rejected by all of the people who adored him otherwise.

"No… No…" He whimpered, bringing his hands up to cover his face.

A pair of familiar arms encircled his torso, holding him tightly. Unable to see who was attached to those arms, he tensed, fearing attack.

However, he found himself relaxed by the voice that came next. "Don't listen, Tommy. You'll never be alone."

"Merton?"

"You're not alone… I love you. I don't care that you're a werewolf. You know I don't. I love you so much; you'll never be alone…You're not a freak, you're amazing. You mean so much to me. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. You'll never be alone." The slighter boy whispered to him, still holding onto him. "You can do it."

He opened his eyes, finding himself back in reality, back in the alley, Merton's arms reluctantly relinquishing their grasp. Turning, he threaded his arms around the other boy, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Thank you…"

Fueled with the knowledge that he had someone, had Merton, he turned back to the Phobias, engaging in a quick match before the creature combusted into a pile of dust.

Tommy smiled, returning his attention to the other boy, once again pulling him into his arms, with no intention of letting go.

If his secret ever was exposed, he'd be in trouble, he knew that. But, with Merton beside him, he'd make it out alive. Even if nobody ever accepted him as the wolf, one person always would, and that was all that really mattered.