So, this is my first fanfiction that I decided to let loose on here. You can probably guess what it is about by now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave me some feedback!

-Ann

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Kaulitz twins……yet xD But just watch……I will one of these days.

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Its been a whole year since it happened. The memory of the event flashed back to him every minute of every day, forcing his mind to relive it again and again. It couldn't be helped; the trigger of the neverending nightmare lay beside him, at least from where he was sitting, trying to coze up in a black-leathered armchair. His eyes were circled with black from the lack of sleep, tearstains, and an overall lifeless spirit. He was as deadlike as the figure who was in the hospital cot just to his right, the two connected by a hand. Tom's tanned fingers, now more pale than before from the lack of nutrition, laced into the other person's limp hand. There was no effort returned from Tom's own.

It was Bill who lay motionless in the bed, comatose. Even after a year he hasn't opened his eyes, hasn't moved, and has not lived. He was skinnier, if that was possible, and his skin was a ghost white. The only source of food entering him was through a feeding tube, needle stuck in his right hand. An oxygen tube was connected, sitting at the entrance of his nose. These along with plenty of other machines surrounded and connected to Bill, all monitoring everything possible. Beside him was always Tom. The only time that he left Bill's side was when it was necessary to, and that was rarelt now that he grumbled to nurses and doctors whenever it was suggested. Eventually, they settled to keeping him in the same room.

The whole band had been affected by the incident. Without Bill, the rest could not and would not continue. Like them, he was an essential piece to the group. Tokio Hotel wasn't the same without Bill and it goes the same way for any of the band members. Georg and Gustav would visit every week and most of the time two or three days during the week at the least. His mother, too. Andreas visited on occasion. Security stood by just in case a crazed fan tried to gain entrance, and numerous letters of concern flew in to the record company and the twins' house.

Tom let out a sigh as he looked around the room. First to the walls, painted a light sky blue, and next to the white-colored ceiling above. He was doing all that he could to prevent himself from looking at who lay next to his chair, someone he loved more than anyone else. It didn't work for too long; his eyes found their was back to Bill again, as if it was impossible to live without seeing him, and to Tom it was. He squeezed Bill's bony hand as tears formed like they always did. Keeping their hands locked on Bill's side, Tom leaned up to kiss his forhead gently and then each eyelid that blanketed Bill's precious eyes. His sequence ended at Bill's lips, his own meeting them and holding them to his for a short while. He brought his free hand up to stroke his twin's cheek. The ghost-like skin felt cold to the touch.

"Bill," he started, tears aflow as he kept his face to Bill's chest now and inches from his face. His voice in a sound barely audible but loud enough to detect his grief, " I'm here. I don't know if you can hear me…b-but I miss you so much."

He stopped for a moment to bury his face into his brother's chest. Tom then sobbed for minutes, tears straying from his eyes as he thought about how much he missed Bill. Missed his voice and his smile, missed his gentle touch that only he could give. Tom missed everything about Bill. He composed himself and began again, as if he could be heard by his twin.

"We all miss you, the whole world does. Georg and Gustav…I know it gets to them that you're not here," he starts to stroke the pale cheek like before, "They stopped in to see you just the other day. I think Georg made an effort to even shower for you and you missed it," he smiled a bit through his tears, eyes closed. A small chuckle snuck its way out of his throat as well, " The fans are praying and worrying for you. They can't wait to have you back. We can't, I can't . I long to hear you speak again. I want to see your beautiful smile and I want to hold you the way that only I can. I miss you, everything about you."

Another tear escaped from his eye, blurring his vision and a sob snuck out of his throat. It was so much for him, and hurt how much he missed his brother. Even if they didn't become so close as they had so recently, Tom would still miss him like crazy. Tom kept his head rested on Bill's chest, sobbing and crying into the gown that the black-haired boy wore. He sat like that for a long time, until his body fought him and he drifted away in a slumber.

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"Jesus, Tom. Hurry up," Bill whined in a loud voice. He kicked his feet at the hardwood floor where he stood and huffed out, "We are already running behind. You know how much I hate being late!" He never was one to have much patience.

"You can never relax, can you," he heard a voice protruding to him from the direction of the bathroom. They were in Tom's hotel room fixing up for a night that Bill has been hoping for for months. Tom wanted it just as much, but the outcome kept him from getting too eager. He appeared from the bathroom, dressed rather unusual compared to what he wore every day. His outfit didn't consist of oversized denim jeans and a shirt that swallowed nearly his whole body. That evening, he was dressed up. His current dress was a slick, non-baggy pair of copper-colored khaki's and a button-up white shirt. His dreads were pulled back with no cap. The shoes he wore were jet black. He even took the time to put on a tie.

"Never! Especially for tonight," Bill kept on, obviously not noticing his twin inching to where he stood. He had his back turned and faced the other way, "Gahh. I can't----OH MY GOD!" He turned around to face his twin completely and Tom could have sworn that Bill's jaw dropped to the floor. Bill stood there, motionless with mouth hanging open. His eyes sparkled at the sight as his mouth formed a smile, the biggest that Tom has probably even seen come from his brother. Of course, it was contagious. A grin just a big found its way to his own face.

"Hey beautiful. You look good," Tom spoke softly as he sent his arms to go behind Bill and around his waist. Tom always loved looking at Bill----he always looked perfect no matter what.

"I look good," he asked in a squeaky tone, displaying a sound of over-happiness and shock. His eyes glistened into Tom's and his smile was still huge as he wrapped his own pair of arms around Tom's neck, "If you ask me, you are the one that looks nice tonight."

They kissed softly before Tom pulled away only slightly to say, "I wanted to make this night special for you." He resumed to kissing Bill on the lips, a little harder than the last he planted. He could feel Bill sigh happily.

"But it already is special, Tomi," Bill replied quietly as he kissed his cheek, and then kissing the other. It made Tom blush a little. Bill was always so sweet with his affection to Tom, "You didn't need to dress up for me. You're perfect anyhow. But thank you. I love it."

Tom squeezed Bill affectionately with one of his smiles, "You're welcome." He watched Bill's face light up and almost melted at the toothy smile that Bill gave him. God. He was just way too adorable sometimes.

Bill's eyes turned from brown to nearly black, his gaze getting a bit heavy. And Tom liked it a lot, responding with a hip thrust up against Bill that made him moan. He kissed Bill again, licking his twin's lips as he did so. Bill held on tighter and opened his mouth to give Tom entrance. Their tongues massaged one another and they moaned nearly in unison, never wanting to stop.

"Ready to do this," Tom murmured against Bill's lips, and then stopping to look right into his eyes, their heads rested against one another. He couldn't get enough of them, enough of him. Bill was his world, and he was certain that the feeling was mutual.

"More than I ever have," Bill replied.

After a minute of holding each other, Tom took Bill by the hand and caressed it before walking towards the door, their eyes still locked.

"Now the world will be able to see," Tom started as he walked out the doorway.

"—that we are in love. And that I'm yours," Bill finished the sentence with glee, a sweet grin imprinted on his face just then. It made Tom's stomach turn as Bill's words processed in his mind. God, he was the luckiest person in the world. No, there was no other Bill. Bill was the most precious flower in a garden of weeds. He was Tom's everything, and Tom could not wait now to show the world his love.

The excitement made Tom's stomach hurt, thinking about all of the upcoming events as he drove. It brought about some nervousness and an anxious feeling, but he didn't care. Bill and himself owe this to themselves. The world can learn to accept them or not; as long as they had each other, they didn't need anything or anyone else. A shift in the seat reassured him of that.

Bill kissed Tom's shoulder as Tom looked ahead, a huge grin sneaking onto his face and a tint of magenta. Even then Bill still made him blush.

"I can't wait to hold your hand over the table," Bill whispered into his twin's shoulder, " so that everyone can see. Finally." Tom felt Bill smile at that.

"Me neither," he said back. He kept his eyes looking ahead as he drove on.

"And finally get to kiss you in public," Bill added and placed another kiss on Tom's shoulder. It made him so happy to think that. He smiled bigger as tears made a coat over his eyes. He snuffled and said in a shaky voice, "I love you so much, Tom."

A look of worry formed across his face ans he glimpsed down, seeing his twin sob with his head buried into Tom's shoulder. Tom hated seeing Bill cry. It took a lot to make himself not break down, too. Instead, he took a hand off the wheel and guided it onto Bill's back. He caressed it through the fabric of his shirt.

"Shhh," Tom cooed, "I love you, too. More than I could anyone or anything else." The beautiful figure started to calm down a little. It's a good thing that Bill didn't wear makeup or black streaks would had striped his face like a zebra from the mascara and eye liner. Tom had asked Bill to leave it all off. He loved Bill's natural look a lot, and Bill loved it when he made Tom happy. After a minute, Bill sat up again, tearstained face and all. He had a smile on his face though, a smile so big that he was lucky if it wasn't wider than his face.

"Feel better," Tom asked so sweetly, looking over at Bill and still caressing his back gently. Bill nodded and giggled nervously as he wiped his eyes. Tom moved his hand to Bill's and laced their fingers together and said, "I love you. You are my life."

Bill's stomach turned and he almost teared up again from all of the joy that he kept in, but was interuppted by a light flashing into their eyes. Panic arose as Bill cried out, "TOM LOOK OUT!"

But it was too late. Tom tried to swerve to the left and his and the vehicle collided head on. It all happened so fast. The cadillac being struck was the last thing that Tom remembered before his current state. Flashing red lights swarmed the smashed up cars. Tom could hear tons of babble as he was pulled from the car and onto a hard stretcher. It was stiff and uncomfortable. Five or six people hovered over his body as he came closer to the flashing lights.

"Where's Bill," he asked groggily. He hoped at least one of them would answer him. That was his only concern was to see if Bill was alright. But none of them said anything but to themselves.

"Where is my brother," he asked, this time with panic in his voice. Dear God. Please let him be okay. Just let him be alright. Still nothing. He looked over with the little bit of room that he had to move his head with that dreadful brace hugging his neck. He saw black hair and he knew it was him, blood gashed from his head and covered much of his body. He lay motionless on the stretcher as he was wheeled away. Tom began to squirm and cry out.

"BILL," he shrieked as he tried to get up. Tears fell as he remembered how Bill looked. He needed to get to him and make it better. He needed to know that Bill was alright, "BILL!"

He continued to kick and punch to try to get his way out, "Get the fuck off of me," was what he yelled as he flailed at the medics touching him.

"Sir, you need to calm down."

"You're gonna be okay."

"You lost too much blood to be moving around."

"Your brother will be fine."

So many of them spoke at once and Tom toned them out. The only thing he cared about and could think about was Bill. He almost broke free but felt dizzy. Darkness crept onto him once more as he was hauled away, Bill's name escaping his lips before black engulfed him completely.

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He felt a hand on him. Was it still the medics toying around with him? No, the hand felt too familiar to be that. His head was no longer in a brace either and there were no more flashing lights, but a stale light diffusing through the room. His head lay on a soft gown and he then realizes he is awake, tears still in his eyes. He must've cried during his sleep. That hand ran lazily through his dreads. Was it Bill? No, it couldn't be. Bill wasn't awake. Maybe it was his mother.

A sob came from someone else and nearly scaring him, Tom moved to look up to see who it was. A state of shock ripped through him as his eyes looked up and met a pair they hadn't seen in quite some time. His mouth was gaped, and he swore to God that it was a dream. It was all a dream, and he just needed to wake up. Or was it? He was so surprised and in shock that he couldn't tell on his own. A familiar faint smile came from the other being and a sniffle. It was Bill.

"Bill," Tom whispered in a question, looking over as Bill tried to pull up his own arms with little strength he had to gesture for Tom to get closer. He nodded and tried to mutter out, "Tomi…" Oh my God! "Bill," Tom said louder, the excitement present in his voice as he brought himself up to Bill. Fresh tears formed in his eyes and glazed over them, his face red. He was careful not to put pressure on Bill as he went up onto the chair and leaned over the bed to touch his brother's cheek. It didn't feel as cold anymore. Tom stroked it softly and kissed Bill's forehead softly and then lightly on his lips. Bill kissed back with what strength he had and it made Tom cry happily.

"I've missed you so much," he said through his tears, a huge smile on his face and his voice a tad shaky, "God. I missed you," He kissed Bill again on the lips, a light squeal coming from himself from the joy. But it was interuppted a bit when Bill pulled away and looked to the side, sad. He didn't look at Tom as he began to speak,

"Tomi…..I'm so sorry. It was all my fault that we had that happen to us," his eyes made tears, "I was so stupid……..I distracted you from driving and you stopped looking at the road and—" he was cut off by Tom's lips, who kissed him a little fiercely. Passion and anger and sadness ran through Tom's mind and his body.

"Bill, no," he began as he looked into Bill's pair of amber eyes, "Don't you ever blame yourself for what happened to us. Dammit. I almost lost you. I almost lost my world. Please….don't be sorry for it because you didn't do anything. Its not your fault. Whats more important is that you are okay, and now I can be okay again too." Tom went up and hugged Bill and Bill managed to hug back, putting his head into Tom's shoulder as he wept.

"Shh," Tom whispered as he stroked Bill's hair, "Shh. Its okay now." His baby was back in his arms again. Bill was going to be fine, and that means that Tom would be too. He missed his twin in so many ways: as a brother, best friend, bandmate, and as a lover. Tom pulled up a bit to reach for his phone.

"I better call the others," but Bill held on a bit tighter.

"Not yet. Lets just stay together. Me and you."

"But—"

"Please, Tom. Just lay here with me for a while."

Tom couldn't resist, "Ah, alright. If you really insist," he said with a smile. Bill was just someone, the one, he couldn't say no to.

Bill made room on the bed, scooting over with all the energy he could muster and patted at the empty area, looking at Tom as he grinned. Tom took off his hat he had on and laid it on the chair, then slowly lowering himself into the bed next to Bill.

"What if someone sees," Tom asked as he intertwined their fingers.

"I want them to see," Bill said in a whisper with a smile that made Tom melt. Even if he was pale and bony, he looked beautiful. Tom gave him a big smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"Me, too."