AN: so, ja, here I am again!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry it took me so long, I've been busy…. Job search, stuff, school…. Blech…. Sucks… anywho, enough of my complaining, onto the story!!!!!!!!! And I'm sorry, this is gonna be a semi-time skip chapter, with a little bit of drama, and a lot of funny…. Basically, it's a filler chapter, but I hope y'all won't kill me for that… bitte don't kill me… S'NOT MY FAULT!!!!!!!!! OH, yeah, btw, Rachel and Tom don't remember the dream from "Shared Dream" yet…. They'll probably figure it out sometime soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TOKIO HOTEL OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT EXISTS IN REAL LIFE, BUT Y'ALL KNOW THAT I DO OWN THE SUMMERS, SO NO STEALING.
Previously: Yes, this was right. This was where he wanted to be: near her, able to hear her and see her, his perfect other half.
BILL
The next day started earlier than Bill wanted. Somebody- probably Georg- had left the shades open, letting the sun in; it ended up right in Bill's face With a groan, he rolled over, listening to Gustav doing whatever he did in the mornings in the next room.
Bill looked around the room, bored, unwilling to get out of bed yet. Tom's bed was messed up and Bill remembered hearing him rolling around for God knew how long the night before. Eventually, after Bill had threatened him, he'd gone quiet. But now, he was gone. Bill closed his eyes; Tom was probably just bugging Gustav or something like that.
'Wait…' He didn't hear Tom's voice from next door. Nor Georg's, for that matter. 'Uh-oh… that can't be good…' He sat up, cursing. Where could Tom have disa- 'Oh, wait, that's where he… oh, Gott, Rachel's down there, too!' Bill leaped out of bed, completely awake now. He rushed to the next room and poked his head in. Gustav was on the couch reading, and Georg was buried under a mountain of stuff on his bed.
"Hey, Gustav?" he asked softly, seeing as how Georg was still asleep.
"What the hell are you doing up so early?"
Bill ignored this pleasantry. "Come down to the bus with me?"
"Why?"
"Cause Tom went down there last night, and he and Rachel were alone all last night."
"You think they did something?"
"I wouldn't put it past Tom."
"Fine." Gustav got up from the couch after carefully marking his place and followed Bill out to the bus.
The bus was oddly clean, having been taken over by Tom and a girl the night before, giving Bill hope that Tom hadn't actually made Rachel do anything. Gustav went to the front and plopped down on the couch. "You go check upstairs."
"Oh, come on; don't make me go check alone!"
"Make me." Bill immediately came over and more or less yanked Gustav to his feet.
"Come on, help me out here!"
"Fine." Gustav followed Bill to the part of the bus that they slept in when they were travelling, expecting to see the mess there, but… there was nothing.
Except for a pile of something towards the wall. Bill slowly approached it, scared of what he might see.
Whatever he'd expected, it wasn't what he saw.
Tom was on the floor, his blanket wrapped around his legs in a way that could not be comfortable. Curled up next to him, her back to his chest, was Rachel. Tom's arm was draped around her waist, and her long black braid had somehow ended up thrown over her shoulder and his back. Bill snuck forward, and stared down at them, amazed. One of Rachel's hands was curled up to her chest; the other lay in Tom's larger palm. Bill took the time then to study his twin's face.
Tom looked relaxed, more so than Bill had seen him in a long time. He was smiling in his sleep, something Bill had never seen him do; Rachel's face was free of the tension he'd always seen in it, allowing him to see what Tom saw in her. She really was pretty, beautiful, even. Bill sighed, turning back to Gustav.
"Satisfied?"
"Ja."
"Weren't expecting that, were you?"
"Nein, I wasn't." Bill glanced back at his twin and the oh-so-obvious-to-everyone-but-her object of his affection. "He's never surprised me like this before."
"Same with all of us, I think. Tom's normally the easy one to figure out."
"Don't start that."
"Don't tell me that; I'm not Georg." Bill stared at his bandmate for a moment then burst out laughing. "Was?"
"'I'm not Georg.' You're so mean!" Still laughing, Bill took off, sprinting out of the bus, hoping he hadn't woken Tom or Rachel with his noise. And that he could get far enough away from Gustav before he-
"HEY! Bill!" Too late. Bill poured on the speed, heading for the hotel room and Georg's protection.
TOM
Laughter. Bill's laugh. What the hell? Tom shifted slightly, telling Bill to shut the hell up. The laughter faded, and Tom slowly drifted back to sleep.
A few hours later, Tom woke for real. Groaning, he tried to sit up, only to be stopped by some weight against his arm. He looked down and saw a head of dark hair against his chest. 'Bill?' Why the hell was Bill sleeping next to him? On the bus? On the floor? Oh, they were never going to hear the end of this from Georg if he ever found out. Unless Bill had had a bad dream the night before; that wasn't unusual. But… why would he be…
A soft moan brought Tom's attention back to reality. Female. Not Bill.
'Was die hoelle?' He slowly returned his attention to the figure sleeping next to him. He hadn't brought a girl back last night, nor had he been drinking. Or at least, he hadn't thought he had. The girl next to him moaned again, and Tom tried to ignore it, still attempting to figure out who she was.
Black hair, pale… if he didn't know this person was female, he would still think it was Bill. Wait… A long, black braid was slung across his back. He rarely picked girls with hair that long… but there was one girl he'd chosen, not for his normal reasons, that had long black hair…
Rachel.
That was what had happened, Tom reminded himself. She had come back with him, and stayed in the bus… and he hadn't been able to sleep, so he'd come down to stay with her. Right. Not Bill, not some strange girl that he didn't know and would never see again. Rachel, the girl he… no, he couldn't yet. He barely knew her, for crying out loud. There was no way he could be in love with her yet. But, what about that dream? The one about the girl in the club? Rachel was almost identical to that girl… could they be the same?
No. That wasn't possible. Bill was the one who believed in that nonsense., not Tom. It was inconsiderable. Impossible.
Tom sighed. This was getting him nowhere fast. Tom slowly got up, trying not to disturb Rachel, and failed.
She stirred and rolled over to look up at him.
"Guten morgen, Tom."
"Hi. Sorry, I was trying not to wake you."
"You're fine, I was getting up anyway."
"Still."
"Stop fussing."
"Eh?"
"You're fussing. Stop it. It's fine."
"But…"
"Stop, Tom. I was getting up, and your acting all gallant, however much I may appreciate it, is annoying."
"You mean…"
"I swear, Tom, if you go on about that any more I swear-" She stopped suddenly, her eyes flying to the door. A light blush rose up her cheeks; Tom whirled around to see why.
Georg was standing next to the ladder, his eyes wide with shock. "So, did you two…" he was cut off abruptly by a pillow that Tom threw in his face.
"No, we did not, and get your brain out of the gutter!"
"Look who's talking, Perv."
"Shut up, Hagen."
"Why does everyone call me that!" Georg complained, glaring at Tom, who was grinning evilly at him.
"Because you react so funnily."
"That's not a word."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it's not."
"Yes it is."
"Will you two shut up?" Bill yelled from downstairs. "It's getting annoying! And, Tom, get your ass down here, I need to talk to you!" Tom sighed, glancing back down at Rachel.
"I'll be fine. Go," she whispered, meeting his gaze firmly for the first time. When Tom hesitated, she gave him a slight push. "Go on, before Bill has to drag you down, and you know he'll do it."
"Ja, ja. I'm going." Grumbling under his breath about annoying twins, Tom got up to go see what Bill wanted, leaving Rachel alone with Georg.
RACHEL
After Tom left, Rachel climbed back onto Bill's bed and tried to see if any more sleep was possible. Apparently it wasn't, as Georg plopped down on his bed and tried to start a conversation with her.
"So." He waited for a second, like he was waiting for a response. Rachel tried to answer, but something in her kept her from giving any information. After a minute, Georg continued as though the pause had never happened. "How old are you?" She slowly sat up and held up ten fingers then put two down. Georg looked confused, so she did it again. "Just tell me, cause I'm not following you." Rachel shook her head and did the finger thing again. This time, he watched closely and the light bulb went on. "Eighteen?" Rachel nodded, and Georg studied her, probably wondering why she didn't speak. "OK, ummm…. Favorite color?" She picked up the sleeve of her T-shirt from yesterday. "Orange?" She shook her head. "You have more than one?" She nodded. "Umm…" he studied the shirt. "Orange and black?" Rachel nodded. "All righty then, new question…" Rachel shook her head. No more questions. Eventually, he'd start asking questions that required spoken answers. She wasn't comfortable speaking around him. Or Gustav for that matter. Only Tom. She trusted Tom, but she wasn't sure she could trust these others. Georg studied her for a minute. "You don't like to talk, do you?" She shook her head, letting her bangs fall in front of her eyes so he wouldn't see the blush that rose in her face.
Tom had asked that same question just a few days ago. She didn't like to talk. Nothing she had to say was worth listening to. Or at least, that's what she'd always been told. Not in words, but in actions. Her teachers had ignored her when her hand went up; kids in school acted like she wasn't there; her mother and sister wished she didn't exist. Her father, the one that had always told her she was worth something, had left her with a broken promise. If she was worth anything, she wouldn't have been ignored and unloved all her life. If she was worth anything, she wouldn't be so scared now. She sighed, and Georg heard.
"Are you all right?" He came over to kneel in front of her. She hid her face, and he leaned back. "Do you want me to go get Tom?" She nodded, fully expecting him to leave her alone, now that she'd revealed how addicted to him she was. She needed him, but… no one else could know. No one else… Georg left quickly, and she heard indistinct voices coming from the lower level of the bus. Rachel forced herself to breath evenly as sweat broke out on her face in a delayed reaction from Georg's well-intended interrogations. Her hands started to shake, and her vision faded in and out. A voice in her head cried out for Tom, her anchor to reality, the one that made her feel like she was there, like she existed.
TOM
"… And Tom, get your ass down here; I need to talk to you!" Tom sighed irritably, glancing back down at Rachel.
"I'll be fine. Go," she whispered, meeting his gaze firmly for the first time. He hesitated, his breath catching at the intensity of her full gaze. She nudged him. "Go on, before Bill has to drag you down, and you know he'll do it."
Ulp. Bill would. "Ja, ja. I'm going." Grumbling under his breath about annoying twins and threats, Tom got up to go see what Bill wanted, leaving Rachel alone with Georg. "Bill, what do you want?"
"What were you and Rachel doing last night?"
"Ummm. We talked."
"And after that?"
"What's with the interrogation, Bill?"
"Just tell me. I'm curious."
"Curiosity and the cat."
"Just answer the question, Tomi."
"Fine," Tom grumbled, but didn't go any further. After a minute, Bill got annoyed.
"Come on, Tomi, tell me!" He pulled the sad face treatment, something Tom could not say no to, no matter how hard he tried.
"We went to bed. She slept in yours, and I was in mine. Apparently, we both fell out at some point and ended up, well-"
"I saw."
"So I did hear you this morning! I thought I was dreaming!"
"Nope. So that's it? Nothing else?"
"Not with Rachel. Never with Rachel, not unless she asks."
"You think she would? Ask, I mean?" Bill looked concerned; he did have good reason to, considering Tom's track record. It wasn't good. Nowhere near. Oh, well, too late to be thinking about that now.
"Not right now. Probably not for a long time." Tom looked back up at the ceiling where Rachel was. He couldn't force her. She was to precious for that.
"You could wait that long?"
"For her? I could wait forever."
"Wow, that's-"
"Hey, Tom?" Georg's voice interrupted them, for which Tom was grateful.
"Was, Hagen?"
"Stop it with the middle-name-using, dammit! And Rachel wanted you." He thought for a moment. "Actually, 'needed' might be a better word."
"What d'you mean?"
Georg sighed. "I'm not really sure. She was getting a little pale…" he trailed off as Tom tore off to the upper level. Tom barely heard him say, "That was fast," to Bill, but he ignored it.
Rachel needed him. She needed him to be with her.
Whatever she needed, he was willing to give.
AN: so it's a little shorter than I wanted, but, hey, it's there… and it wasn't as much filler as I was afraid of…. It was filler, but not too bad, I hope…. Sadly, I'll need a couple more filler chappies, so bear with me, my loyal, much-loved readers!!!!!!!!
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