Fractured

by don'tgivemerubbish

Before the band formed, 2D was Stuart Pott and was in a vegetable state after Murdoc hit him with his car. This story is about that time. Follow Tessa (his best friend) as she struggles to deal with his condition. NO paula cracker in this version. Rated T only because of possible mild swearing. Tessa/2D pairing.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: School Days (Fractured)

Most people complain about starting at a new school, but I did't see the big deal really. I got to meet new people, try new things…But maybe it wasn't such an issue because I'd changed schools six times already. My dad had been shuffled from country to country because of his job, and while I'd loved travelling, I was so relieved to finally settle in England.

Anyway St. Wilfred's seemed pretty nice as far as first impressions went. The teachers were decent and all the other kids had been friendly. I had to wear a uniform, which I hated after being allowed to wear anything I wanted for the past few years, but otherwise everything was fine. As biology finished I tore out the room, eager to get to my art class. Art was, without a doubt, my favourite subject and the only one where I got above average marks.

Miss Oliver introduced me to the class, thankfully sparing the "tell us something interesting about you" rubbish and told me to take a seat next to Stuart. I raised my eyebrows at the blue head she'd indicated.

"So we have to wear uniforms, but we can dye our hair any colour we want?" I drily asked as I slid into my seat, my bag hitting the floor with a thunk.

"Erm, it's actually naturally this colour," Stuart mumbled back.

"Really? I should've figured, you could never get a colour that brilliant artificially," I tried to backtrack quickly. "By the way mine's natural too," I replied with a wink indicating my mousy-brown hair.

Stuart laughed and I think it was that exact moment that we became friends. At sixteen I thought most people would have their own set cliques and not want any extra additions, but Stu and his friends weren't particularly close. 'Just some guys to have a smoke with, maybe play a game of football' as he put it. So we spent almost all of our time at school together. Then I started visiting his him at home to mess around with all his keyboards and he came over to my place to watch movies. We became best friends. As we got older I started to think that maybe we'd become more…if those times I caught him staring at me meant anything.