OK, this one won't be so good; I'm not sure how to write it...
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Thomas awoke with a start. Something wasn't quite right. He looked around, seeing he was in his lounge room, not his bedroom. He was also upright. Why was he here? Then he remembered something. It was to do with last night, but the details were too foggy to make out. All he knew was that he had a wicked hangover. Rubbing his temples in a vain attempt for the headache to go away, he heard a rather soft snore. Thomas looked down. There, wide mouthed and drooling slightly was a shirtless Van, still dead to the world asleep, and grasping Thomas around the hips. Did I... Gee he does look quite handsome though... But why Van... He smells nice too...
These questions were circling in his still aching head. He tried to stand up, but instead knocked over the stone cold coffee he had made last night, all over Van. Van awoke with a startled yelp,
"OK I'm awake, hang on a second... Where am I" Then, he looked up at Thomas, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, "Thomas, wha..." was his startled question.
"I have no idea either Van, all I can remember is going and getting drunk. I think that is what you were doing too."
"But why am I here, this makes no sense... Wait a minute; I've got a killer hangover, so it could be true." In a vain attempt to also rid himself of his aching head, Van rubbed his temples clockwise (A/N it helps more.), releasing Thomas at the same time.
"Your asking the wrong person. But while your here, do you want some breakfast?" was Thomas's enquiry, to which Van responded with an affirmative.
"Coffee and Panadol sounds good to you?"
"Sure, thanks"
Thomas slowly walked out of the room, to fix some coffee, and find the medicine cabinet (Bad hangover = no memory). Did I... Gee he does look quite good though... But why Thomas... Where's Fiona... These questions were circling in Van head also.
After a few minutes, Thomas came back in with the pot of coffee in one hand, two cups and a tray of Panadol in the other. In one of the cups was some sugar. Thomas evenly divided it into the two cups (about 2 1/2 teaspoons of sugar... I like this coffee ^_~). For what seemed like an eternity, they both drank the coffee and took what seemed like a copious amount of pain killers,
Van nervously asked Thomas, "Whatever happened, lets not let it happen again, right?"
Van left to the base, throwing on his shirt on the way out, not letting Thomas get another word in.
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Thomas noticed a piece of paper on the coffee table. His name was neatly written across the front in a familiar handwriting style (Slightly sloping to the left). He opened it, releasing the smell of someone very familiar, so very special (A/N Its not Beek). Neatly written was:
"Thomas,
You and Van did not do anything. You were consoling him over my disappearance. Please don't be alarmed
Fiona"
Tears started to form in Thomas' eyes, while his face contorted into pure shock. He muttered, "Fiona".
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Van sheepishly knocked on the door of Thomas' apartment. He has holding a small bag. Thomas opened the door.
"Van, why are you here?"
"I just... I just cant stay at the base. Please, can I stay here?"
"Sure, why not? Come on in." On the inside, Thomas was quite pleased with Van's decision.
After setting the bag down in a clear space between a oscilloscope and an ancient contraption, Van spied the paper so neatly placed near the computer.
"Hey gimme that, its not for you!" Thomas said as Van snatched the paper from the computer. After reading for a couple of minutes, his eyes widened with shock and dismay. He released the paper, allowing it to float gently onto the floor. Van, still stunned, flopped onto the lounge. Thomas noticed this, and braced himself for some tears. He walked over and encircled Van with his arms, in a comforting hug. Tears started to wet the shirt of the Imperial citizen (Remember, he ain't no officer at this time ;). Thomas made soothing sounds in a vain attempt to stem the flow of tears from the Republican officer. Cradling his head, like a small child, Thomas stared down at his friend, noticing that he is so fragile, like a porcelain doll.
"Hey, its all right" was all that Thomas could think of.
"But... Its my fault!"
"Huh?" That was something that Thomas did not expect, even from Van.
"She left because, because, she found someone else. I was going to propose, but I couldn't. She was more of a sister to me."
"I understand" was the reply. However thoughts whirled around his head. Van didn't like her? Why then is he here... Breaking Thomas out of his dream state, by nuzzling his nose into Thomas' chest, Van told Thomas, "Ill fix something to eat."
Thomas retorted "You had better not, I want to live past tonight" which got him a snicker from Van.
After dinner, Van told Thomas the full story of what happened. (Its not going up, cause I haven't figured it out yet, but will appear in a later chapter). Before long, it was time for Thomas to go to bed, since it was pretty late, even for him.
"Ok then, oyasumi nasai Van, you have the couch"
"Oyasumi nasai Thomas"
Thomas did the 3s's (Shit, shower, shave btw), got changed and got comfy under the blankets. As he was about to go to sleep, his door slowly creaked open. He heard a pattering of footsteps, and the blankets were lifted up. (OOOHHH I know what's going to happen next, and if you cant guess who it is, give yourself an uppercut ;) A semi naked body slid in beside Thomas. Thomas both too tired and not bothered to evict the intruder, just turned onto his side. A pair of arms slid up around his abdomen and a familiar voice whispered into his ear,
"Its too uncomfortable to sleep on the couch, without my pillow."
Thomas smiled and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, resting his head into Van's chest.
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OK, so its kinda weird. So what! I think it needs some work ::cough:: some? ::cough::. But this is the easiest way of doing this chapter. Criticism (of the constructive nature) is appreciated. The disclaimer is in my profile - read it there.
Thankyou to Zoidutls for the idea, much appreciated.