A/N: This is a plot bunny that got a bit out of hand and is an example of how an idea of 6 words "Minho gets pushed out a window" turns into a one with over 5,000. A one shot in four parts.

I hope I got the characters right and that you like it 'cos I thought Gally needed some love. The sound track to this one is the new album by 'The Veronicas'.

Thomas had braved the early morning rush hour and had managed to find a parking space in front of his building. He just about climbed the stairs to his flat on the fourth floor without falling asleep on the way; ignoring all who recognised him and acknowledged his presence, not in the mood for conversation.

He'd spent most of the previous night with Minho in hospital and had come home to shower and change. He fell on his bed face first and slept for hours, waking to find his stomach clenching with hunger. He showered and dressed and wandered absently to the kitchen.

As he crossed the living room to the kitchen, Thomas stumbled over an open sports bag that had been left in the middle of the room. Wrestling paraphernalia, kit and training notes burst out the top and cascaded onto the floor.

He took an angry breath and entered the kitchen.

With his back to him in skintight black lycra, was his flat mate; leaning on the refrigerator door, his head inside searching for something. He was tall, all visible muscles shiny with sweat, black hair in a short stubby Mohican. A total shank who didn't care whose food he was eating.

Why he had agreed to share a flat with him was beyond Thomas sometimes. Watching him stand there not caring one iota that he had put Minho in the hospital, his face contorted with rage.

"Gally" He bellowed.

The aforementioned turned around in surprise, his face changing from confusion to shock as he tried to dodge the fist flying towards his face. It was a direct hit. He fell backwards into the refrigerator, hitting the shelves and making it rock backwards.

"You pushed Minho out the shucking window."

Thomas watched Gally pull himself forwards, before hitting him in the face again. This time, trying to twist out of the way, he hit the refrigerator door, the beer bottles shook and clinked together.

Thomas stood over him, not bothering to offer a hand to help him up. Gally rose by himself. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Blood trailed across his skin.

He stumbled towards the living room, but Thomas was faster. He picked up the sports bag and threw it. The contents spraying all over the room as it remained airborne, before it clocked Gally on the side of his head. He fell backwards onto the floor and lay there. After a few seconds, he sat up rubbing his head, surrounded by the contents of his bag.

"Someone lunged at me in the dark and kissed me. What the shuck was I supposed to do?" He demanded.

Thomas was quiet at that comment, then he started laughing. Getting louder as Gally's scowl got darker. He could not take him seriously when he was behaving like a child. Thomas half expected him to start pouting.

"It wasn't a push. It was reflex." His tone was stubborn "Why aren't you still at the hospital?"

"No point."

"He's not dead is he?" He rose from the floor, ignoring the mess that surrounded him.

"He signed himself out this morning. You know he can't stay still for more than a couple of hours."

"So, he'll be coming back here?" Gally's face went white, well aware of what Minho was capable of.

"Is Juliet waiting for his Romeo?"

A new voice made the temperature in the room drop a good few degrees.

Standing in the doorway, - in a hooded sweatshirt with their old college logo - was a blonde man of slight build. His hood covered his face just enough to hide a slight hint of sadness, but it quickly morphed into a smirk when Gally opened his mouth.

"Newton."

"Galileo"

Newt watched the tableau with curiosity. His stomach lurching with nerves.

Gally being in Thomas' flat was a surprise. He looked good though, the extra muscle suited him.

They glared at each other for a moment.

Gally's face blank. Newt wishing that he'd never walked into the building. This moment was one he'd hoped to avoid.

"You do know he's Tommy's Romeo, not yours." Newt finally said, taking his hood down as he walked towards Thomas, trying not to look the black haired man in the eye.

"What are you doing here Newt? It's been months"

Thomas sounded exhausted.

"I'm back for Alby's birthday, he sent me with a message and I heard some very interesting rumours."

He leant against the living room door frame and looked around the room.

Newt searched the DVD collection with his eyes. It was mostly action, but for one solitary romantic comedy. One that he knew he had bought Gally for a joke after they accidentally saw it at the cinema, when they went to the wrong screen. They had sat at the back, in the dark, not watching the movie at all, nearly getting thrown out for starting a popcorn fight with a group of teenage girls.

Black t-shirts featuring obscure rock bands hung over radiators, items of clothing that Newt was sure didn't belong to Thomas. He was more of a skinny jeans and shirts type of guy.

A couple of books were thrown down on the coffee table with dog-eared pages. Newt absently wondered if there were trainers in the refrigerator.

He had to suppress a smile, before changing it to an expression of rage and realisation.

"I can't believe you live with him Tommy. He's a bloody psycho."

"People change" Thomas snapped. "You threw a tantrum and left town remember? You are not allowed to have an opinion."

"I had my reasons."

"You left me too. You were my best friend."

"Is that why you haven't returned any of my calls?"

"Yes. Is that the answer you wanted?"

"There is no need to be such a dick about it."

"You've even dropped our words."

"We're not in college anymore Tommy." Newt sounded exasperated "I'm sorry, ok"

"I had to deal with your mess while you took the easy option. If it wasn't for Minho and Brenda…"

"It wasn't easy Tommy. It was the most difficult thing I have ever had to do" His words were quieter as he caught sight of Gally in his peripheral vision. "I tried to tell you why, but you wouldn't listen."

Gally listened to them yell, pretending that he wasn't in the room.

He focused on Newt.

His hair had got longer, now tied back in a dishevelled ponytail. Still in hoodies, baggy jeans and scruffy shoes. He looked tired and dishevelled like he'd been up all night reading and had slept in his clothes.

Gally smiled to himself at a flicker of memory, picking up books from Newt's face after he'd fallen asleep on his back whilst studying together, stroking away the little imprints left by them on his pale skin, making Newt shiver. He had never been the romantic type, but he liked to watch Newt sleep.

Right at that moment though, he looked like he had when they had first met.

Newt had transferred in the last year of college. Gally had made a snide comment about the Brit's name to his face and Newt had taken revenge by hacking the administration network and changing his grades. That's how he had found out his full name.

Newt had laughed, a laugh that took no prisoners. Then asked him to go for a sympathy drink for their unfortunate names.

It was fun for a while, they were happy, but Newt was one of those people who was never short of attention.

After a while, it had made Gally furious. He couldn't help it. Newt was his, no-one else's.

Whatever it was that they had, finished with calm and reasonable Newt being reduced to one emotion all because of something he did.

Then Newt left. Packed up and left town without saying goodbye.

Thomas had helped him. He had put up with him and his mess, mental and otherwise. They worked it out together, both loosing their best friend. Gally owed him enough to stay calm and to hold his tongue.

His attention flicked back to the arguing in front of him. The subject had changed to one he wasn't too happy with.

Newt, ignoring the warning tone in Thomas' voice, carried on.

"I expected you to wail on him. Personally, I can't see any difference."

"I only hit him a couple of times, the whole thing was an unfortunate accident. The broken nose wasn't me.

"So disappointed in you Tommy. Defending him." He waved his arms in infuriation, just missing Thomas' face. "He put your boyfriend in hospital. If someone did that to mine, they would be in the next bed. You should have called me, we could have tag teamed and tried to smack him pretty."

Newt knew that that last remark was uncalled for, but is was too late.

Unable to take anymore, Gally crossed the floor in silence and caught Newt in a headlock.

"Gally." his voice stuttering. "Gally" The repetition, more pleading, more urgent.

"Let him go. Don't let him get to you, he's just being Newt. Count to 10 or something." Thomas spoke in a calm voice, trying to placate him.

Gally squeezed harder, his eyes wild. His mind going back the day that Newt packed up his possessions and left town. Newt's voice saying 'you terrify me sometimes' running around in his head.

Suddenly he realised what he was doing and released his grip, dropping Newt to the floor with a thump.

"See, he's still a psycho."

"That was your fault." said Thomas.

"Shouldn't you be grovelling to Minho about now" spluttered Newt as he got up.

"It was his mistake." Gally spat.

"You should be apologising to him for the experience."

Gally took a deep breath and breathed out again slowly.

"Newt." His voice was calm, full of authority. "Slim it, ok"

Newt's heart jumped. His heart was a traitor.

That was a new tone of voice, it felt like ice had just been shovelled down the back of his sweatshirt.

"Good that." Newt said under his breath. His brain channelling the old words.

From the back of his memory, he found himself remembering what it felt like for those arms to be around his waist, not his neck. The pain in his heart drifted to his chest.

It hurt too much. He shut it down.

"Let's sit down and wait for Minho, he should be back soon" said Thomas, desperately wishing to at least change the subject or even better not be in the room at all.

They all sat in the chairs around the living room in silence.

Newt watched Gally. His muscles no longer twitching in his arms, his eyes no longer darting around the room as if someone were about to attack him at any moment. He just breathed deeply, his mind on something else.

Newt felt his resolve crumbling.

At that moment, a key turned in the lock and the door opened. In slunk Minho, his usual half smile turned down.

All the men in the room turned. Newt was the first person to move towards their friend. He started making kissy faces.

"I'm starting to feel left out. Are you going to kiss me too?"

"Hey Newt." Minho said like he saw him everyday and he was completely expected.

Thomas beckoned to Minho to sit with him, whilst Gally from his position in an armchair looked nauseated.

Minho grinned and pushed past Newt to sit next to Thomas. He shuffled close and put his arm around Thomas's shoulders. He looked over at Gally's face and smiled, pleased that Thomas had done a number on him on his behalf.

"Alby said to meet him at the bar at around eight." said Newt, from his position, leaning against the doorframe. "He also said, if any shank isn't there, he would come and get them himself and the result would not be pretty."

He moved to leave, then faced the friend's he hadn't seen in months. He took one last look at the man who had been watching him intently since Minho arrived and smiled.

He could do this for Alby.

He could handle being around Gally for one night, then he could go home.

He would make it up to Thomas, even if it meant buying him drinks all night.

It was a good plan.

His grin widened. He bounced on his toes, ready for anything.

"And Gally, before you leave. Take a shower. You stink."

Gally moved towards Newt, who leapt away like he'd been shot and bolted out of the door.

Thomas shook his head and sighed.

"You miss him don't you." Said Minho

"Who, that little shank? Of course not." Gally looked towards the door. His face a mixture of anger and want. He looked a little lopsided.

They were quiet for a while.

"You are buying all my drinks tonight" Minho turned to direct his comment to Gally. "If I'm going to spend the whole time watching you make that face at Newt, it's going to be a long night."

Gally quickly changed his expression and rolled his eyes in response.

"No alcohol on your medication." Thomas chided. "Soft drinks for you."

"Brenda said that earlier"

"Great minds and all that" Thomas smirked

"Such a shuck face. It's lucky that I love you, isn't it."

They smiled at each other for a while, Thomas grabbing a pen from the table and gently drawing hearts on the white plaster. They were so loved up it made Gally sick. Eventually, they broke apart and Thomas got up.

"Anyone want a drink?" Thomas rose and walked closely past Gally.

"You can do what you want, but please be careful. You have a history of winding each other up and we don't want to have to bail you out of jail for assault again"

"I went to the classes, so drop it." He sneered "I've changed, ok"

"I know, but has he?"

Thomas patted his friend on the shoulder and glanced over at Minho who nodded, but stay silent.