This is on the future. Tom is still a prince, Star is queen, and Marco is a teacher!
A little weird, and a little of Tomco if you are hopeful. :)
The Sword in the Ceiling
It wasn't a bad day. But most Wednesday weren't bad, they are...average, light-but not easy, unnoticeable but there.
That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, some people would even like the moderate nature of a predictable somewhat mediocre day like wednesday; Marco was one of those people.
It wasn't a bad day.
The weather was nice, the cafeteria food a little better than usual, all work was done on a timely matter, the kids had talked over the lecture but overall they had behave, and even the traffic jam only lasted five minutes instead of the usual ten or twelve long minutes.
So, when Marco opens his little apartment and sees a sword on the ceiling he ignores it, to preserved the sense of normalcy for a few more minutes.
The pretty heart shaped hilt shines more than it naturally should, Marco rolls his eyes at the weapon and continues walking inside.
That's was the exact moment when Marco's 'okay' day went to shit.
The brunette looks at the sword that hangs from his ceiling and his subconscious only thanks the fact that he lives in the last floor for a second before he decided he wants a sandwich.
He wasn't particularly hungry, but he still would prefer to had something on his stomach before he is drag to whatever misadventure Star, the Queen of Mewni, has gotten herself into.
The human doesn't react to the mess that is his kitchen and he simply looks for the bag of bread that is squeezed under debris and a cabinet door. He hears movement on the other end of his apartment -his bedroom.
"DO YOU NEED HELP?" The human asks but Star doesn't answer.
"DO YOU WANT A SANDWICH?" Marco asks again as he looks inside the fridge, which was miraculously intact. He takes out four slices of bread and a jar of mayo, with a kitchen knife -the only one that wasn't on the floor broken, he spreads the mayo over the bread.
"Star I'm putting mayo on your sandwich!" Marco says, but the only answer is the sound of something breaking -possibly Marco's bed, and a very human scream.
Marco tighten his grip on the knife and runs out of the kitchen.
"STAR?!" The human asks, and sees a knight with the Mewni sign on the plate over his chest run out of his room.
"IS STAR OKAY?!" Marco screams as he run to help the hurt knight.
An hellish shriek breaks throughout the apartment and soon the beast is visible.
The human holds his breath when he sees Tom, Marco only recognizes him because he wears the royal emblem, but every characteristic the demon posses had been twisted until his shape is nothing but worthy of the king of monsters.
Sharp claws launches to attack and Marco tries to defend himself but he sees the attack is meant for the knight.
Unable to stop the attack with his knife or to pull the knight out of the way in time, Marco throws the knife aiming for Tom's third eye. The human doesn't think what it means to attack Tom, he simply reacts.
The knight is pinned down by the five powerful claws, his armor broken and his blood damping the cheap carpet, but before dying he attacked one last time. His dagger buried deep into Marco's chest.
"No!" Marco steps away from the now corpse, and tries to stop any more blood from leaving his wound. Tom, looking as his usual self, appears next to Marco and helps him sit down.
"Fudge, Fudge, Fucking Fudge!" Marco cries and looks away.
He took a deep breath, and hopes that both of his lungs are unscratch.
"Your heart is okay." Tom says and he continues looking at the wound.
Marco has been hurt before, and though he never wants to he hit anywhere near his chest, the wound is shallow -from a small dagger, and it hasn't hit anything important. But that doesn't mean he is safe, without doing any 'damage control' Marco could bleed internally and start clotting, which would lead to death tissue and organ failure.
"What is going on?!" Marco asks with difficulty, talking is becoming a harder task as adrenaline wears off and the pain becomes more evident.
"I going to take out the knife now, so you can heal." Tom informs Marco who hurries to hold his hands.
"That's not how humans work!" Marco explains and pushes Tom's hands away, worry that the demon would try to see how it work.
"...so you are just gonna keep the knife ...inside? That sounds disgusting." The demon says wrinkling his nose.
"No. I need to go to a hospital." Marco says and wonders if he should asks a neighbor for a ride, or should he call an ambulance? -ambulances are expensive.
"NO. You can't go anywhere alone. Marco listen, you are in grave danger." Tom warns him.
"Tom, I'm bleeding on the floor. I'm in Grave Danger right now!" Marco says and looks at the corpse in front of him. The helmet covers the face of the knight, but Marco could see the Mewni emblem.
"Is Star okay?" Marco asks Tom who lets out a humorless laugh.
"Better than you." Tom offers and looks over Marco's wound, his brow sinking with worry.
"That's not a very good answer, all thing considered." Marco says unsure if he wants to press for an answer at the moment. If Star is in trouble, he won't be of much use or help -especially after getting hurt, but he should know.
"...when will stop bleeding?" Tom asks and Marco feels light head.
"We don't want it to stop bleeding really fast. But I need to go to a hospital now! Tom...please take me." Marco says and wonders if he is truly okay, not even Star would take a chest wound so lightly.
Tom nods and puts an arm under Marco's legs and the other to support Marco's back.
"Ready, princess Marco~" Tom jokes nervously as he stands with Marco on his arms. And Marco can only roll his eyes.
Part of Marco is worry that Tom hasn't mention that Marco tried to attack him.
"The closest hospital is ten miles from here. Get out of here, and then left." Marco directs and Tom kicks a window open, he shelters Marco from the flying glass.
"I own a door. You had doors in the underworld, I had seen them!" Marco complains.
"We don't had time to lose." Tom justifies and jumps out of the building with Marco in his arms.
The wind ruffles the hair of both men, and Marco fights against their accelerated fall to keep the dagger in place.
They land almost unnoticed, and Tom runs as soon as he is on the ground.
Marco sees Tom's third eye blinking awake -after the hit it took, it close to protect itself, and he knows Tom would had not problem finding his way.
The third eye looks ahead, but Tom's other eyes keep looking back at Marco. It makes the human feel guilty.
Time had ease all the old wound between Star and Tom, and they had become friends once again -even close friends as they grow and find similar obstacles while attending to their respectively kingdoms- but never as close as they used to be. Marco and Tom became close as well, they share more similar interests that either would had guess, and they had an alike way to approach things -well the way Tom would like to always approach problems.
But Star and Marco will always be closer.
Marco knew that Tom felt like if either of his close friends had to chose, they will always chose each other. And he was right.
Marco attack him out of instinct, but he didn't even stop to consider Tom's role on the whole situation -he thought he was being betrayed and attacked his friend. While Tom saved his life.
It really made Marco feel guilty.
"OH My God!" A young nurse screams when she sees a dark skin man running while carrying a wounded man.
For a moment she saw a demon carrying a human, but she attributed it to her long shifts at work.
People rush next to Marco and ask question to Tom.
Inters gossip, and other patients took pictures.
Marco didn't really blame them, how often do you see someone stabbed by a medieval short sword.
"What happened?" A nurse asks Tom as Marco is rush for x-rays.
"...He was attacked." Tom says as matter of fact, when the lady didn't seem satisfied with his answer he added "with a dagger. On the chest." Tom made the motion of a dagger being impaled inside his chest.
"You must be on shock. Come with me!" The woman takes Tom to a bed and offers him a sit, and Tom does as ask unhappily.
"How this helps Marco?" Tom asks not sure if he sitting was part of human medicine or not.
"It would help him to know that you are okay." She insists, and she looks at Tom's forehead.
"I think not having a knife in his chest might make him feel even better." Tom hums to himself while the physician work on his wounds. They were much smaller compared to Marco's, but they still need it disinfect it.
"We'll take care of that too. Now this might sting a little." The woman says as she wets hydrogen peroxide on a thin cloth. She cleans the long cuts on the young man's arm; the cuts are consistently deep, relatively straight, and thin -like if he had been cut by a knife multiple times.
But what really surprise the nurse was that he didn't react as she clean his wound.
"I now going to use a local anesthetic to numb the area, and-"
"No thank you." Tom interrupts the woman. "I'm fine, and this is enough."
Before the woman could stop him, Tom stands and walks away. She calls after him, but the young man ignores her.
She considers calling security, believing that the young man is still and shock and is not aware of what is is doing. However, she loses him before she can finish her thought.
As uncomfortable as it made Tom to open his third while wearing his human shape, he forces his eyelids open under his skin. The skin on his forehead stretches until is split open, and a window big enough for his eye to see through is form. Any human that looks at his eye without permission is momentarily stunned and become oblivious of what is happening around them.
It makes it much easier to find Marco without being question or stop.
The doctors open the door for him, and quickly explain that the surgery went well; all internal bleeding has stopped and that Marco has a microfracture in one of his ribs, but he would be fine -he just needs to rest and avoid movement, or lifting heavy objects.
Tom sits next to Marco who looks almost as disorient as the other humans Tom has been talking too.
"Go!" Tom orders the doctors who hurry to obey.
The demon waits until Marco's mind can come into focus.
The human must had heard from Star that there had been ...talk on her kingdom, rumors and plots. She had tried and failed to find the source, but she didn't think it could escalate to action.
Marco keeps switching between unconscious and conscious states and mumbling something about grades and final projects.
Tom brushes Marco's hair out of his face, and lets his hand feel the curve of Marco's cheek. He looks so ready to fight even on his sleep, odd and pretty, Tom wonders how the human chose the life of a common earth creature when his whole being searches for adventure. But maybe Marco's chose was the best, the most realistic, he had never seem discontent with his life as a teacher and he might had not make it so far in life if he had chosen to become one of Star's official advisers.
The brunette opens his eyes, and this time he is able to process what he sees.
"Tom? Are you okay? What are you-" Marco asks, but before he could finish the event that had lead him to be resting on a hospital bed unfold on his mind. Star has been betrayed; someone within her kingdom is trying to take out her allies (Marco can only assume), and dethrone her. Also, he tried to stabbed Tom.
Marco tries to sit up, but Tom softly holds him down.
"You were stabbed Marco. And kinda broke your ribs? Or rib?" Tom reminds his friend who only nods.
Tom leaves his hand on Marco's chest, far enough to not bother the wound, but close enough to hear the human heart pumping strong.
The demon wonders if he should explain that Star called him to Marco's place to help her retrieve something when they were attack. The queen escaped, not happy to had to run from a fight -but unable to really fight her people or see them die, she understood that she would only get on the way.
But she didn't wanted to involved Marco, at least not yet.
"... I'm sorry I attack you!" Marco blurs out, and Tom blinks surprised. He didn't think Marco would bother to think too hard about, they could easily excuse his attack on the heat of battle, and ignore it all together.
Tom can't help to smile, as pathetic as it might sound, Tom was happy that Marco would take the time to think on his well being when Star was still unaccounted for.
"Is okay, you just reacted it. And it was an awful attack. Like One knife for me, 'k, let's keep going.' But one knife for Marco and 'let's run to the human doctor!' It was a little sad." Tom says with a smiles, Marco pouts but he doesn't seem hurt...by the commentary.
"Still. I'm sorry." Marco insisted, and Tom nods.
"I told you is fine." He whispers.
"Tom. Where is Star? Is she okay?"
AN: I did a thing. The 'The Sword in the Ceiling" writing prompt By Brian A. Klems. I might continue. Please reviews or comments -even requests.