xxPUDDxx - yeah Tom is acting like a child because of everything he's been through! :) and i stopped watching the day he regenerated, i always say that my childhood ended the minute he said 'i don't want to go' and i miss him terribly now :/ but yeah they're announcing 12 at 7pm tonight on BBC 1! personally i'm hoping for an actor called Ryan Cartwright, Tom Hiddlestone or Benedict Cumberbatch, but i doubt any of those will happen at the moment :/ only time will tell though!
456 Dannys POV
My heart clenched at the look Tom gave me, he was looking up at me with a look that clearly said he was counting on me to keep him safe. He was counting on me staying with him, so he was safe. "you'll be safe with us Tom, its just lightning." I sighed, kissing his head. Tom pushed into my chest again, hugging me as close as possible. "Tommy, I think you should have a lay down, the storm will have passed by the morning." I laid him down on the pool table, letting him curl up in the middle of the table.
"I'll stay with you, just go to sleep, the storm will be over soon." I promised, remembering that Tom hadn't had his medication for a few hours that was supposed to be keeping him calm, it was probably best to keep him in his calmest state, because I couldn't get hold of his medication. It was back in his house with Carrie, and there was no way I was getting Tom home while it was thundering outside. I bent down to Toms level, stroking his hair until his eyes closed, and he relaxed into sleep. "there we go, sleep tight honey." I kissed his head, taking a hold of Toms hand, entwining our fingers.
"want to take him to bed?" Harry asked, I shook my head. "no, Tom will hear the thunder and it'll wake him up." I explained, just looking at Toms face. "alright. I'll get you a blanket then, want anything yourself?" Harry stood up. "no, I'm fine, I'm just going to stay here and watch over Tom." I sighed, feeling like just watching Toms face all night, because he was beautiful, and troubled. He was almost a beautiful disaster, and we were heading for disaster right now. But still, he was so beautiful, and he was fine at the moment. So it was the perfect opportunity to look at him and watch over him, making sure he was okay.
Harry handed me the blanket and pillow, I wrapped it around it around Toms body, making sure he was comfy. I watched my boyfriend all night, sitting with Harry and Dougie most of the night until they had to fall asleep, tiredness taking over them. But I couldn't sleep, I just wanted to look at Tom, watch over him and make sure he had a good nights sleep after a tough day. At least he had eaten properly, which was a start. I was just worried, about Toms behaviour. He was so childlike, and scared of the simplest things. And he couldn't even eat by himself, had to have me do it for him. It worried me that Tom would get worse, but how could he get worse than this, maybe like he was before? At least Tom was easier to handle right now, and he ate, but what if he got more out of control and decided against eating? I could barely handle him before, I don't know if I could cope handling him like that again. I knew I wouldn't cope very well at all with it.
Tom distracted me from thinking around 5am, by twitching a little, turning over on the sofa I had moved him too. "shhh, sleep Tom, sleep." I whispered as the boy whimpered, running my hand over his arm. I crawled into his arms when he laid still again, curling up to him, feeling tired myself now, and wanting to see if I could help Tom sleep a little easier. "night night." I whispered, dozing away the next few hours until Tom decided to wake up. He whined and turned over on top of me. "ugh, Tom, what are you doing?" I moaned a little, pushing on his body a little.
Tom whined again and nuzzled down into my neck, fisting my shirt. "alright, alright, sleep Tommy. You can sleep for a while longer." I hugged his body close, kissing his nose. Tom whimpered in response, pushing further into my neck, his knuckles turning white as his fist tightened. "no! Go away!" Tom whined, dragging the words out. "huh? Who do you want to go away Tommy?" I asked, realising Tom was still sleeping. "go away! Don't eat me!" Tom pleaded, painfully pushing into my neck, like he was trying to get away from whatever he was dreaming about. "Tommy, wake up, you're dreaming. Its not real." I shook his shoulder, deciding it was better to wake him up now. Tom woke up quickly, scrambling upright, sitting on my leg, looking panicky. "it was a dream Tom, nothing more, you're safe now." I sat up, hugging the small boy, trying to stop him from panicking. "don't let them eat me." Tom begged, hugging me back awkwardly. "I won't, I won't let them eat you. Nothing will eat you, I promise." I whispered, picking him up and taking him downstairs, hoping that going down there would calm him a little, thankful the storm had stopped.
I put Tom down in the hallway, whispering to him that it was okay, nothing was going to eat him and we were going back to ours soon. I needed to take Tom home soon, to give him his medication and get him back to the house he found relaxing and comforting. So, I started to lead us to the front room when Tom made an odd, scared noise, jumping behind me. "whats wrong baby?" I asked, stroking his side. "scary! it'll eat me!" Tom whimpered, hiding behind my back, whimpering helplessly, staring at the lizard Dougie must have taken out of its tank earlier. "oh baby, its not going to eat you. Riddecka is harmless. She only likes eating Dougie." I rubbed his side gently, wishing that Tom wasn't so scared, especially the things he usually didn't mind, like Dougies various reptiles. "it'll eat me!" Toms eyes welled up behind his glasses, his hands gripping onto my shirt. "no she won't, don't worry. I'll keep you safe." I kissed his cheek, letting him hug me in fear. "sorry Tom, I was just giving her some time to walk around. I'll put her away." Dougie sighed, picking up the lizard and putting it back in the tank.
"danger over Tom, Riddecka is back in her tank." I wiped away the tears behind Toms glasses, starting to really worry about him. Tom had been around Dougies lizards for almost nine years, and didn't mind them wandering around freely, or crawling all over him, now he got scared just by seeing the animal. I hoped it was just his fear of the dark from yesterday and his dream talking, not an actual fear of the harmless pet.
457 Toms POV
"Tommy, its okay now, its just Riddecka the lizard." Danny whispered, rubbing my side. "going to eat me!" I whimpered, it was a monster that was going to eat me! The monsters in my dream were scaly like the thing in the tank, and it had been staring at me, it was a monster sent to eat me! Its going to eat you! Run away! "its not, its just Riddecka. She isn't going to hurt you." Danny turned my head away, kissing my cheek, "I think its time to get you home. Away from anything other than Marvin." Danny sighed, picking me up, holding my head in his neck.
"you guys going then?" Harry asked from somewhere, I couldn't see anything apart from the freckles on Dannys neck, which was nice. He was like a big dot to dot puzzle. "yeah, we're going home. I don't think its a good idea to keep on being here while he's not used to being anywhere other than his own house." Danny sighed, carrying me home, sitting me on the kitchen counter. "feeling better here Tommy?" Danny stroked my cheek with his thumb. I nodded, looking around to find any scaly monsters, there were none.
"good. Now where did I put your vitamins?" Danny opened up the cupboards, finding a box with the vitamins the hospital had told him I needed to take. "open wide Tommy." I followed orders, letting the white tablet be placed on my tongue and swallowing it with a mouthful of water. "good boy, now what do you want for breakfast? We've got some cereal, fruit, toast, pop tarts..." Danny listed a few other things, getting out a box of cereal for himself. "pop tarts." I sighed, I didn't really want anything, I wasn't hungry. After dreaming of being eaten and seeing a monster, the thought of eating something other than the vitamin made me feel ill.
"alright then, open up again." Danny broke off a bit of pop tart, I turned my head away, not wanting to eat right now. "hey, whats up?" Danny asked, bringing me to face him again. "not hungry." I turned away again, pushing his hand. "alright, maybe later then. How about you go and have a shower and get changed, I'll have some breakfast and set up something to do. I'll join you in a while, alright?" Danny suggested, kissing my cheek again, gently giving me a push towards the door. So I went, wandering upstairs. Yep, still annoying you're boyfriend. He's glad to see the back of you.
I felt better as I showered, the water washing over my skin felt nice. It felt funny to feel water rolling over my body, even over the now water soaked bandage over my arm. I pulled the bandage off, revealing my stitched arm. Most of them had fallen out now, because they were special stitches that fell out after a while, but there were a few left in my bumpy red skin. I ran my fingers over it, not used to seeing the red skin under my sleeves, or the red bumps over my legs. I looked down at my legs now, seeing all the red bumps. "pretty." I smiled, they did look pretty, like a weird map on my body. A weird map of mistakes. Well, I thought they looked pretty now, making me look better. I knew that I wasn't pretty, but my bumps were, like my key. My key was shiny and pretty, I refused to take it off, because it was so nice. I still had it on now, the cold metal warming up on my chest.
"Tom, are you almost done yet?" Danny made me jump, making me realise I hadn't actually done anything, just stood here and watched the water, the bumps and my key. The door opened slowly, and Danny walked in, carrying some clothes I think. I turned the shower off and got handed a towel, quickly I wrapped it around myself and jumped out, getting dressed as Danny showered. "Tom, did you actually wash today?" he asked, making me jump again. "yeah." I lied, not wanting to get into trouble. He'll shout at you if he finds out.
"ah, cause nothings moved around since yesterday. You sure you did?" Danny explained, sticking his head out the door. I nodded, looking away guiltily. "alright, pass me a towel please." Danny gave in, I gave him his towel, finishing pulling on my hoodie and pyjama bottoms. Danny dressed and dried my hair, rubbing it dry with a towel. His hands were soothing as they skated across my hair, untangling any knots with the greatest care. It was so good to feel his large hands almost massaging my head, leaning it against his chest, making me feel safe and warm for the first time in a few days.