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Previously: All his searching, all his one-night stands, all his longing, had been for her. And now she was coming home, with him, where she belonged.

GEORG

"Hey, Bill!" Gustav yelled as he came back from talking to Tom.

"Was?" Bill answered.

"Tom wants you."

"Why?"

"Didn't say."

"Not helping."

"Just go." Georg snickered as Gustav irritably yanked the game controller back from Bill and booted him out of his chair.

"OW!"

"You'll be fine. Now get over there before Tom starts yelling again."

"BILL!"

"Too late." Georg tried to keep from laughing as Gustav went to smack Bill on the head. Bill tried to duck, failing miserably due to his greater height. "OW! I'm going; I'm going! Geez." In a huff, Bill headed to the front area to talk to Tom. Soon as he was gone, Georg turned to Gustav to begin the interrogating.

"So."

"I'm not gonna tell you what Tom wanted. Knowing him, you'll find out soon enough."

"Meanie."

"Don't give me that."

"You're still mean."

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm still not gonna tell." They turned back to the game at the same time, trying to ignore the low mumbles coming from the front of the bus. A few minutes later, they heard Bill start yelling.

"WHAT?" Georg barely managed to restrain laughter at the tone of Bill's voice. He so rarely took that tone with Tom; it was about time somebody did, in Georg's opinion. Seconds later, they heard him yell again. "WAS DIE HOELE, TOM?!" This time, even Gustav looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"Dammit, Bill, listen to me!"

"WHY WOULD YOU-"

He was cut off abruptly by Tom's angry voice. "Shut the hell up and listen to me!" Georg and Gustav paused the game and stared at each other. It had been a while since they'd heard the twins yell at each other like that. Luckily, though, the yelling match didn't last long.

Tom and Bill came out from the front a few minutes later, Tom sticking something in his back pocket. "We're going out for a little while. See you guys later." Before Georg or Gustav could answer the twins left the bus; they seemed to be in a little bit of a rush. Georg turned to Gustav again.

"What are they up to?"

"I have no clue."

"Yes, you do."

"Nope. No idea."

"Come on, Gusti, tell me!"

"No way, Hagen."

"Don't call me that!"

"Don't call me Gusti, then."

"I'll call you whatever the hell I want, Gusti."

"Then you're stuck with Hagen, Hobbit."

"Don't call me that, either!"

"Shut up." Gustav returned to the game, even though it wasn't' quite as fun with only two people. Georg sighed but started playing as well. But his patience didn't last long.

"You think it had something to do with that girl? Rachel?"

"Maybe."

"Come on, you must have some idea."

"You think Tom would tell me?"

"Ja."

"Well, he wouldn't."

"But did he?"

"Give up, already, I'm not gonna tell you!"

"A ha! You do know something!"

"No, I'm not telling because I have no idea what they're up to."

"Surely they told you something."

"Nope. Nothing."

"Come on!"

"Give up. Hagen." Gustav started to go back to Super Smash Bros, but apparently decided he was bored with that game. "Why don't we borrow Tom's racing games? I'm bored with this one."

Georg grinned happily. "Sounds good to me." Within moments, they had Tom's game in the Xbox, and were yelling at each other as they ran each other off the road.

An hour and many races that Georg lost, they heard the rental car come up to the bus.

"Finally, they're back. I can play someone who's worse than me!" Georg said happily. Gustav glanced out the window and whistled. "What?"

"Not sure they're gonna be playing games for a while. Or at least, not in Tom's case."

"He brought a 'distraction'?"

"Looks like it."

"Ugh! You mean I'm stuck losing?"

"Probably. Although I'm surprised he let Bill come with him if he's trying to…" Gustav trailed off as he studied the business going on outside. "Wait, I think I was wrong."

"Hmm?"

"What did that girl look like again? The one Tom seemed to like?"

"Ummm…. Long black hair, skinny, paler than Bill."

"Ok, then I was wrong."

"You were?"

"Ja, I was."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Hagen, that he brought her here."

"Was?"

"She's outside."

RACHEL

The ride back to the hotel had been quiet, for the most part. Tom seemed relieved, Bill concerned, and Rachel was just happy to be away from her family. She was concerned a little about Bill's attitude towards her. He seemed a little bit more reserved than she'd been hoping. Maybe only Tom wanted her to stay with them. If that were true, how would she handle it? Maybe she'd have to leave.

Panic stirred in her at the thought. She didn't want to leave Tom. Having him near gave her courage, and a sense of worth, feelings she'd long since forgotten. If the other guys made her leave him… things might go south, quickly. She sighed heavily, tugging her earbuds out of her ears and carefully winding them up as Tom parked the car. He hopped out and came around to open her door. Bill leaped out and ran full-speed into the bus. Tom started to follow him then stopped and glanced back at Rachel.

"You wanna wait out here for them, or go in now?"

"Wait." Tom nodded, coming to stand next to her. As they waited for Bill to bring the other members of the band out, Tom slipped a supporting arm around her shoulders yet again. "Do you think they'll…" she let her voice trail off as Tom turned to look at her.

"They'll what?"

"Like me?" she asked, her face heating up with shame.

"Pft. Of course they will." He squeezed her shoulders, but she could sense that he had a few misgivings himself. For some reason, he didn't want her to know about them. She wondered why, and what his misgivings were.

Moments later, the other members of the band came out. Georg was first, followed closely by Gustav. Bill bounced out a few seconds later.

Georg came up to Tom, laughing, and speaking very fast German. Rachel didn't quite catch what was said, but she got the gist of it. "So, are you gonna keep her or is she just for one night?" Tom's face went bright red and he briefly glanced at Rachel, who was giving him an odd look.

"Ignore him, he's an idiot."

"I am-" His eyes went from Rachel to Tom and back again as understanding dawned on his face. Rachel could almost see the light bulb going on over his head. He slowly turned to face her. "You speak German?"

Her face flushed with embarrassment and she fought the urge to hide behind Tom. "Yes," she answered quietly. Tom glanced down at her, no doubt wondering why she didn't say more.

"She's nearly fluent, and after only, what, three years?"

"Yes." Rachel ignored Georg's humiliated look and Bill's amazed one. "Tom, quit."

"Quit what?"

"Talking about that. Not important."

She felt him take a deep breath, like he was going to argue, but thought better of it. "Fine."

Georg stared at the two of them, still thoroughly embarrassed. "Sorry about that. I take it back." He paused, studying her face. "If I made you feel awkward."

"Fine."

"Anyway!" Bill interjected happily. "I'll introduce everyone!"

"Bill, I think she knows who we are. She is a fan."

"Wait, Tom, you brought a fan back here?"

Rachel let out a small gasp at Gustav's words and slid behind Tom; Tom gave Gustav an annoyed glower. "Yes, I did. And she's staying with us."

"What? Why?"

"Not telling right now."

"Why not, Tom?"

"Because."

"Tell."

"Nope."

Bill decided to interrupt again. "Anyway, Rachel." He took her hand and pulled her out from behind Tom, ignoring her feeble attempts to hide again. "The bitchy-man over there is Gustav."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are," Tom and Georg told him at the same time.

"And that," he pointed to Georg, "is Georg. Guys, this is Rachel." Georg grinned at her, and Gustav just nodded. Both were trying not to stare.

"Hi…" she forced out, wishing Tom would let her hide again. She didn't feel right having all the guys staring at her like she was a zoo exhibit.

Tom apparently sensed this, as he came up behind her and pulled her away from Bill. "Let's go inside and do something else for a little while, ok, guys?" They all agreed, heading inside for games and more talk.

TOM

Why did they have to say that? Gustav was just being Gustav, but he didn't have to reveal his bitchiness so soon! And they were still staring, making Rachel uncomfortable. Idiots.

Once they got inside the bus, Tom led Rachel on a quick tour which ended with them sitting at the table-thingy by the window watching the others play racing games. They all tried to get Rachel to talk more, but she seemed to have shut down. Not as bad as before, but she didn't' give more than one or two-word answers, and that was only to direct questions. She didn't offer anything of her own. Finally, though, the guys got bored of games and announced they were tired. Rachel seemed slightly relieved. Apparently, three guys playing video games was hard for her to deal with. Tom was just proud that she hadn't fainted or had to walk out. He'd been waiting for either one ever since Georg's first comment

It was around eleven when they finally quit the games. Georg and Gustav dragged Bill up to the room to get ready for bed. Tom stalled for a few minutes, hoping for a little bit of private time with her.

"So…"

"Do you mind if I sleep in here?"

"Huh?"

"Don't wanna sleep up there with them."

"So you wanna sleep out here?"

"Ja." Her eyes searched his for a long moment, and he found he couldn't say no to her. "All right." Relief showed in her face and she smiled at him for the first time. His breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful, more so than he'd noticed before.

"Danke."

"Sure." Tom studied her face for a long time, wondering what he should say now. Finally, he decided that he was brain dead, and just settled for saying, "Good night."

She nodded once in response. "'Night." He left the bus quickly before he let his body off the hook. There was a lot he wanted from her, but he couldn't ask for any of it yet. He sighed and headed up to the hotel room.

A FEW HOURS LATER, STILL TOM

After tossing and turning for hours and hearing death threats from Bill, Tom gave up on sleeping in the hotel room. He felt bad for leaving Rachel by herself in the bus, so he decided to head down there. They could always sleep in the travelbeds, he thought, as long as she was agreeable. With a soft sigh, he got up and told Bill where he was going. Bill just groaned and told him to shut the hell up.

Tom left the room silently, heading quickly down to the bus. Once there, he just stood by the door listening. Rachel was singing again. He tilted his head, trying to figure out which song it was. "Rette Mich." He'd heard her sing "Rescue Me" before, but hadn't guessed she'd know the German version, too. Although, he had to wonder why he was surprised. She was nearly fluent, so why wouldn't she have the German versions memorized, too?

Realizing he was stalling, Tom stepped into the bus, calling to Rachel as he did. She turned sharply to look at him, and he was hit, once again, with her beauty. Even in pajamas- which were a cami and a pair of sweatpants- she looked incredibly sexy. And completely oblivious to that fact. He shook himself out of his reverie when he realized she was talking.

"What're you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Oh. But why are you down here?"

"Felt bad for leaving you alone."

"Even though that's what I wanted?"

"You just said you wanted to stay down here. You never mentioned that you needed to be alone."

"Fine."

"I'll go back up if you want."

"Nein! Stay, please." Her eyes widened and her face paled a little.

"OK, I'll stay, but we should probably try and get to sleep, okay?"

"All right." Grinning at her, he took her hand and brought her to the band's traveling bunks. He then gently pushed her down on Bill's before plopping down on his with a contented sigh. "Tired?"

"Sorta. Long day."

"Yeah."

"Sorry, yours was longer than mine."

"A little."

"Anyway, we should get to bed."

"Yeah."

"Gutennacht, Rachel."

"… Gutennacht, Tom."

Tom smiled when she said his name. Yes, this was right. This was where he wanted to be: near her, able to hear her and see her, his perfect other half.

AN: wOOt, Chappy 11 done, yeah!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry, it was a little bit shorter than I wanted, and it's a little bit of filler…. Btw, I may not be able to update for a little while, coz I need to figure out how to get from here to Girl #2, Bill's girl…. Don't worry, there'll be more Rachel and Tom before that, I just don't' want to have too much filler…. ^__^ coz I know how much y'all hate filler…. I know I do…. Oh, ja, plase review? Bitte? Bitte? Wanna know what y'all think!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, I'll see you guys later!!!!!!!!

TwinSwords signing off!!!!!!!!!!