Chapter 2.
This is not mine, unbeta'd and unreviewed yet read by 50 seperate people in 3 hours since being put up. Also it is the easy thing I ever wrote. Hence chapter 2 already written this one with a little slash in.
Tom pulled him up the stairs and into his bedroom, when Hal gathered his senses to firmly pull his arm out of Tom's grip. He stood in the door way watching Tom, fingers twitching from the mess he saw around the room. Tom carefully removed a large chest from under his bed and began routing through it until he pulled out a pair of crumpled pieces of paper. He pulled a pen out as well, to Hal's surprise it was a fountain pen. Tom beckon him towards the windowsill. He walked over trying not to step in the piles of dirty laundry on the floor and ignoring the milk crate filled with sharpened stakes.
On the windowsill was a scrap of paper and two birth certificates, one filled in for a Thomas Andrew McNair and the other left blank. He copied Tom's pose and perched on the windowsill. He watched as Tom picked up the pen and on the scrap of paper write out the upper and lower case alphabet in neat jointed, flowing handwriting. He was amazed that hands that were usually forcing wood stakes into chests of vampires could produce something so neat and perfect.
"Right! What would you like yah name to be?" Tom asked.
"Hal Damien Molony." Hal replied curtly.
"Is tha' your name?" Tom asked, tilting his head slightly.
"For this purpose, it is." Hal said with a slight bite to it.
Tom ducked his head and wrote it out full. "Now! What about date of birth?"
"The nineteenth of March, 1518." Hal deadpanned.
"Nah, they woah accept that! Don't be daft. Better go with 1988." Tom ducked again, carefully writing it out. "Now where?"
"The village of Shantery."
"I doh think tha' still 'bout. How 'bout Sheffield?"
"Sheffield?" He retorted with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine. Oxford, Mr Lar-De-Dah!" He scrawled it down. "Parent 's name and professions."
"Lord John and Marie Molony, Duke and Duchess to His Royal Highness." Hal frowned in rememberence.
"Wot? Really? Cool but no go. Hows 'bout John and Marie Molony, Estate manager and housewife?" Tom looked at Hal expectantly. Hal just gave a stiff nod and Tom wrote it down. Hal took the time to watch Tom, he had such a look of concertration on his face, his brows furrowed and his tongue sticking out. He looked adorable. Hal shook himself mentally after that strange thought. "Just a signature here and here and here and date here." Tom blowed the ink slightly and gave it to Hal to inspect. Hal took the piece and read through trying to spot any errors or mistakes. There was none and it looked exactly like a real one, not that Hal has seen any but it is looks like what he expects one to look like.
"It is not like anyone will know about it. Eve is yours and mine daughter, just on paper you know." Tom told Hal while making their way to Annie to give her the papers. Two things stuck out to Hal, the first that Tom sounded wistful when he said that about Eve being Tom's daughter. Hal saw the pictures of families stuck on Tom's bedroom wall. He couldn't help but wonder how long did Tom want a family for. And that yet again Tom said something that makes him realise, that Tom isn't as stupid as he first seems.
