Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Author's Note: Alright, this is a new story, one I know some people have been looking forward to seeing. *Waves to Danny* It's not at the top of my priorities right now. There's some family stuff going on right now that's not so fun and then there's schools stuff then story was CBTE, Estel and the next part of the "The" series are front of the line but I am working on it. And it solves the B/J T/J dilemma. *grins*
Thanks, as always, go to me wonderful beta Mandi, who puts up with me even when I blame fic endings on her!
Shared Hearts
Prologue
If you had asked Tommy if he would be doing this five years ago, he would have laughed in your face. Of course, he would have laughed in your face before he came to Angel Grove about many things. Especially if he wasn't having a good day or if he had a bad feeling about you or hell even if just the way you looked rubbed him the wrong way.
But this wasn't something he'd ever expected to find himself doing.
Jason stirred slightly as he searched for him. Tommy quickly moved closer to the sleeping man, who snuggled as close as possible as soon as he came into contact with him. Tommy tightened his arms around his lover as Jason buried his face in his neck and sighed softly in contentment... and perhaps a bit of relief.
Tommy knew Jason desperately craved contact with any warm, friendly body; a side effect from too many days spent hidden away from those he cared about, but was also aware that only he, and one other person, had the power to calm him, to take the pain away when some obscure memory became too much.
It was the least the two of them could do for him.
Tommy sighed. He knew he shouldn't be so pessimistic. It had been weeks since Jason's last nightmare. His eyes were no longer painfully bruised from the exhaustion that came from lack of sleep. His face had lost the gauntness it had taken on when he first returned; good food and good friends helping him to regain his lost weight. His smiles and laughter were no longer hesitant or faked and they came in free, plentiful amounts, maybe not as much as before but that was to be expected. It was still early, after all. Only so much could be done so fast.
"How has he been?" A soft voice asked from the doorway.
Tommy looked up and smiled. "Fine. He's just sleeping, no drugs. It was a good day today. He even talked about going home for awhile."
There was a chuckle. "In other words he's been going stir crazy and driving you up the wall."
"Hmph. I know Dr. Trynt told him to take it easy, I'm not sure he gets what Jason considers taking it easy. The injuries are healed, he's not having any problems with his hands and he's getting restless. He wants to start living again. He's never liked hiding away. It's not how he does things," Tommy sighed. "I know we've all got a way to go yet... to get over what happened but... we can't hide him away from the world and keep him safe. He would kill us for even trying! Besides, it's not what he wants."
"I know." Tommy watched as clothes were shed and simply dropped to the floor. "Although there is a certain appeal to keeping him locked up in here for just you and me."
"Don't even think about it," Jason mumbled sleepily, opening one eye half way to look at the newcomer. "You're back early."
The covers were drawn back and a third body joined them on the bed. Jason made a contented sleepy sound as another pair of arms added to the embrace and a tiny kiss was placed at the back of his neck. "We're finished. Completely."
Jason's eyes opened a little bit wider and he shifted so he could look at his other lover even as a tremor raced through his body. His voice cracked slightly, "It's done?"
The arms tightened around him, and his lovers moved closer almost instinctively, trying to comfort and protect him from what had happened. Jason exhaled, relaxing between them.
"It's done, Jason. They're not going to hurt anyone else like this ever again. It's over." The whisper was intense and Jason felt something inside him release.
His head dropped forward against Tommy's chest, his breathing shaky, unsure of what he was supposed to be feeling. He felt moisture build in his eyes and struggled with the tears for a few moments before giving in and letting them release.
"Let it out, Jase, its okay," Tommy whispered, his fingers moving to gently stroke the dark hair as the warm tears began dribbling on his shoulder. He felt the hand stealing around the still thin waist to rub Jason's stomach.
Jason wept for a long time, not even sure of why he was crying just knowing he needed to. A shaky smile stole over his face as the tears finally ran dry; he had heard often enough that crying was part of healing, or so his shrink kept telling him. He vaguely wondered if the Triforian would object to the term...
"Feel better?" Tommy asked, kissing his forehead.
"Yeah," Jason admitted his voice quiet and tired, "and I'm glad really. It's just... hard still."
"We know, its okay," Tommy told him, silencing any apologies that Jason was inclined to make.
"We're still staying here for awhile." Fingers brushed his side gently. "We're staying as long as you need to recover. You just focus on that."
"Thank you," Jason sighed, letting his body go limp with exhaustion, trusting he was safe. "I love you both so much. I don't think I would have been able to do this without you. I... just thank you."
Green eyes met chocolate ones over Jason's head and both of his lovers snuggled closer, whispering their own 'I love you's' as they made sure their bodies were as closely entwined as possible. Sandwiched between them, Jason yawned and murmured something sleepily.
An indulgent kiss was placed on his shoulder. "Get some rest, love, we've got you."
Jason sighed and nodded in agreement, closing his eyes and drifting back asleep, warm and safe wrapped up between the two dearest people in the world to him.
Tommy felt fingers stroke his side softly and smiled at his still awake bedmate. "You finished, huh?"
The movement stop and instead became the warm weight of a hand on his side. "Yes. I no longer have any obligations to anyone on this planet, except the two of you."
"Good. We need you too," Tommy told him. He moved his hand from where it was still stroking Jason's hair and gently cupped the smooth cheek of his still awake bed mate. "And I'm not just talking about Jason..."
"I know," the green eyes smiled softly for a moment and the face moved, turning into his hand to kiss the palm. "I love you too, Tom."
"I love you too, Bill, and don't you forget it."
Author's Note: Alright, this is a new story, one I know some people have been looking forward to seeing. *Waves to Danny* It's not at the top of my priorities right now. There's some family stuff going on right now that's not so fun and then there's schools stuff then story was CBTE, Estel and the next part of the "The" series are front of the line but I am working on it. And it solves the B/J T/J dilemma. *grins*
Thanks, as always, go to me wonderful beta Mandi, who puts up with me even when I blame fic endings on her!
Shared Hearts
Prologue
If you had asked Tommy if he would be doing this five years ago, he would have laughed in your face. Of course, he would have laughed in your face before he came to Angel Grove about many things. Especially if he wasn't having a good day or if he had a bad feeling about you or hell even if just the way you looked rubbed him the wrong way.
But this wasn't something he'd ever expected to find himself doing.
Jason stirred slightly as he searched for him. Tommy quickly moved closer to the sleeping man, who snuggled as close as possible as soon as he came into contact with him. Tommy tightened his arms around his lover as Jason buried his face in his neck and sighed softly in contentment... and perhaps a bit of relief.
Tommy knew Jason desperately craved contact with any warm, friendly body; a side effect from too many days spent hidden away from those he cared about, but was also aware that only he, and one other person, had the power to calm him, to take the pain away when some obscure memory became too much.
It was the least the two of them could do for him.
Tommy sighed. He knew he shouldn't be so pessimistic. It had been weeks since Jason's last nightmare. His eyes were no longer painfully bruised from the exhaustion that came from lack of sleep. His face had lost the gauntness it had taken on when he first returned; good food and good friends helping him to regain his lost weight. His smiles and laughter were no longer hesitant or faked and they came in free, plentiful amounts, maybe not as much as before but that was to be expected. It was still early, after all. Only so much could be done so fast.
"How has he been?" A soft voice asked from the doorway.
Tommy looked up and smiled. "Fine. He's just sleeping, no drugs. It was a good day today. He even talked about going home for awhile."
There was a chuckle. "In other words he's been going stir crazy and driving you up the wall."
"Hmph. I know Dr. Trynt told him to take it easy, I'm not sure he gets what Jason considers taking it easy. The injuries are healed, he's not having any problems with his hands and he's getting restless. He wants to start living again. He's never liked hiding away. It's not how he does things," Tommy sighed. "I know we've all got a way to go yet... to get over what happened but... we can't hide him away from the world and keep him safe. He would kill us for even trying! Besides, it's not what he wants."
"I know." Tommy watched as clothes were shed and simply dropped to the floor. "Although there is a certain appeal to keeping him locked up in here for just you and me."
"Don't even think about it," Jason mumbled sleepily, opening one eye half way to look at the newcomer. "You're back early."
The covers were drawn back and a third body joined them on the bed. Jason made a contented sleepy sound as another pair of arms added to the embrace and a tiny kiss was placed at the back of his neck. "We're finished. Completely."
Jason's eyes opened a little bit wider and he shifted so he could look at his other lover even as a tremor raced through his body. His voice cracked slightly, "It's done?"
The arms tightened around him, and his lovers moved closer almost instinctively, trying to comfort and protect him from what had happened. Jason exhaled, relaxing between them.
"It's done, Jason. They're not going to hurt anyone else like this ever again. It's over." The whisper was intense and Jason felt something inside him release.
His head dropped forward against Tommy's chest, his breathing shaky, unsure of what he was supposed to be feeling. He felt moisture build in his eyes and struggled with the tears for a few moments before giving in and letting them release.
"Let it out, Jase, its okay," Tommy whispered, his fingers moving to gently stroke the dark hair as the warm tears began dribbling on his shoulder. He felt the hand stealing around the still thin waist to rub Jason's stomach.
Jason wept for a long time, not even sure of why he was crying just knowing he needed to. A shaky smile stole over his face as the tears finally ran dry; he had heard often enough that crying was part of healing, or so his shrink kept telling him. He vaguely wondered if the Triforian would object to the term...
"Feel better?" Tommy asked, kissing his forehead.
"Yeah," Jason admitted his voice quiet and tired, "and I'm glad really. It's just... hard still."
"We know, its okay," Tommy told him, silencing any apologies that Jason was inclined to make.
"We're still staying here for awhile." Fingers brushed his side gently. "We're staying as long as you need to recover. You just focus on that."
"Thank you," Jason sighed, letting his body go limp with exhaustion, trusting he was safe. "I love you both so much. I don't think I would have been able to do this without you. I... just thank you."
Green eyes met chocolate ones over Jason's head and both of his lovers snuggled closer, whispering their own 'I love you's' as they made sure their bodies were as closely entwined as possible. Sandwiched between them, Jason yawned and murmured something sleepily.
An indulgent kiss was placed on his shoulder. "Get some rest, love, we've got you."
Jason sighed and nodded in agreement, closing his eyes and drifting back asleep, warm and safe wrapped up between the two dearest people in the world to him.
Tommy felt fingers stroke his side softly and smiled at his still awake bedmate. "You finished, huh?"
The movement stop and instead became the warm weight of a hand on his side. "Yes. I no longer have any obligations to anyone on this planet, except the two of you."
"Good. We need you too," Tommy told him. He moved his hand from where it was still stroking Jason's hair and gently cupped the smooth cheek of his still awake bed mate. "And I'm not just talking about Jason..."
"I know," the green eyes smiled softly for a moment and the face moved, turning into his hand to kiss the palm. "I love you too, Tom."
"I love you too, Bill, and don't you forget it."