AN: I'm a horrible person for cliff-hanging you there. But...well, I have no excuse...

Warnings: language...nobody reads these anyways...seriously.

Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".

Chapter Seventeen
We're Broken, So Fix Me

"Get out." Tony's cold words shatter the silence.

He sees Tea tense even though she hasn't so much as looked at him yet. And she's turning slowly, something frighteningly similar to pain painted on her features. He has to look away from her, from her big brown eyes that are so full of hurt. He turns his gaze to the bimbo on his arm, the stupid girl from the gas station that sold him his cigarettes and had gotten off just in time to get off. "I said, get out."

"What?" She chips, confused.

"Get. The fuck. Out." Tony reiterates slowly. "We're done here."

"But we just got here." She smiles, slutty and obvious, and why the fuck had he brought her home?

"Just fucking go, you stupid whore!" Tony snaps.

She slaps him, all righteous anger, and storms from the house. But that's what he'd wanted, so he considers it a victory.

"You're still a dick, Tony." Tea says, the wounded look banished from her eyes.

"You're here." He says instead of answering. He doesn't have the energy to banter right now. He doesn't have the energy to do anything but hope she's here to say she wants him.

"I am." She smirks at him, and he's not sure what she means. He wants to be sure. "So, I guess we should talk."

"I guess we should." He turns and walks away, knows she'll follow. A reverse deja vu of the night this all started.

His room feels too big. Or maybe he just feels small. He's never not had control of the situation. He's never let someone else make a decision that he'd have to abide by. It's not in his nature to let another decide things, to bite his tongue and stop the words that he knows will bend their will to his.

"So..." Tea starts before realizing that she has no idea what to actually say. She was too focused on just getting up the balls to show up. The answer to this lack of preparedness seems obvious though. She closes the distance between them, puts a hand at his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and kisses him.

It's softer than she lets herself kiss anyone else because, unlike everyone else, this one matters. Tony matters. This completely fucked up relationship matters. Because he matches her. He makes her feel.

Her lips are against his again, and he can't breathe. In a good way. In the best way. And when there's a fuzzy red haze edging into the corner of his eyes, he figures now would be a good time to pull away. You know, before he passes out. God, she'd probably make fun of him forever.

"That's not a you've completely fucked my life and I never want to see you again goodbye kiss, is it?" Tony asks when he has enough air to do so.

"Did it feel like a goodbye kiss?"

"God, I hope not. Or you're gonna kick my ass after this." Tony smirks before crashing his lips hers again.

It's not soft this time, nor sweet. It's hard and demanding and frantic. His hand scurry over her, undoing buttons and zippers and everything else that's stopping him from feeling her skin against his. Buttons pop and fly through the air accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric, but neither of them notice.

She backs him up against his bed, pushes him down. She's the hunter again, he's the victim, and god, he can think of worse things than losing this time.

"So what are we?" The question is whispered and hesitant, so quiet Tea feels it rumbling through his chest more than she hears it.

"Do we have to be anything?" She lifts her head off his chest, looks him in the eyes. "Label it and shit?"

"No." Tony says with ease. "We don't. We'll just...be."

"That was so cheesy." Tea laughs. Her head finding its place back on his chest.

"I don't know, most girls like it..." He shrugs, because he learned a long time ago that the usual lines don't work on Tea. He smirks. It's one of the things that draws him to her.

"They must be really stupid."

"Most of them." He doesn't mind admitting it. He banged them for their bodies not their brains. Because they incited a physical connection, and he needed that connection even if only for a moment. "You know the type."

He knows she does. He'd seen her take them home time and time again. Always searching for someone, anyone, to be different, to make her feel. He grins, proud and arrogant again, because in the end it was him. He was the one she'd been looking for all along.

"Mmhmm. Hot, stacked, kinda slutty?" Tea laughs, her breath ghosting over his skin pleasantly.

"That would it, yeah." Tony laughs too. Then groans. "I don't want to get up."

"So don't."

"Good plan. 'Cept I've got to take Eura to her therapy today. Mom and Dad fucked off somewhere, and the world might just end if she misses a session."

"She that messed up?"

"No. She just doesn't talk. This, apparently, means that she's traumatized or some shit."

"Or she just likes the quiet."

"S'what I said."

Tea gets up slowly, eyes darting for her clothes. Her jeans are fine as she pulls them on, but, she notes with amusement, Tony had actually torn her top in his haste to remove it. "Note to self, buttons bad..." She laughs, holding up the mutilated shirt.

"Hmm?" Tony looks up from where he'd been zipping up his own jeans. "It was in the way." He explains as if this excuses everything.

"Right. I'll just explain that to everyone that asks as I run through the streets topless."

"Or," Tony says riffling through his drawers. "You could borrow one of mine." He holds up a simple navy polo.

"And deprive the people of this?" She asks, smirking as she gestures to her tits.

"You're right." Tony says, holding the shirt above his head when she moves to take it. "That would be a crime."

Tea reaches for it, laughing because he's not much taller than her anyways. Her hand clutches the fabric and yanks it from his grasp. She pulls it on over her head and he laughs. "What?"

"Nothing." Tony shakes his head, keeping sight of her from the corner of his eye. "You just look really good in my clothes."

"Bitch, please." Tea throws the shirt he had discarded earlier at him. "I look good in anything."

"I concur, with the stipulation that you look best in nothing." He adds as he finishes dressing.

"Bye, Tony." Tea say pointedly with a roll of her eyes and a half-smile on her lips.

"See ya, Tay." He smirks at her retreating back, cocking his head to the side to get a better view of her ass as she walks away.

And just like that he feels like the Tony he used to be, the god among men, the king of all he sees and the ruler of everything he touches. He's Tony fucking Snyder again. Because he's real again. Because Tea wants him. The rest of the world can go to hell for all he cares.