xxPUDDxx - its okay! i'm going back for my final year of high school (eeep) in 12 days so i know the feeling of getting caught up with stuff! and we'll have to see if Tom is okay after this ;) mwhahhaahaha! xD

ohh btw everyone, i wrote another SA to do with this fic, its called The Wedding Cake and its a Pudd! :D

498 Dougies POV

I held on so tightly to Tom, I couldn't let him go, so scared he would disappear or something. He couldn't just disappear like that! It scared the hell out of me! And now he felt so cold, and so tensed. He was tighter than a bow string again, practically shaking with tension. "relax Tommy, relax, its okay." Danny whispered, kissing Toms hair again and again, rubbing his arm gently. "relax Tom, its fine. You're home." Harry hugged him, squeezing him as much as possible. He couldn't be let go of, he would run away, he would disappear again! Tom couldn't worry us like that, ever, it was wrong! "so cold, so lost!" Tom whimpered one last time, falling silent.

"you're not lost anymore honey, I'll go get you a hot water bottle, alright?" Danny kissed Toms hair again and ran off to the kitchen, leaving me and Harry to keep hold of Tom and try our best to warm him up. "don't ever do that again! You can't ever do that again!" I squeezed Tom close, keeping him in place when he tried to get up, his hands reaching out when Danny ran off. He didn't reply to me, as usual, didn't even seem to notice that I had spoken, just looked desperate. Tom whined, holding out his hands to the door, grabbing at Danny when he came back with a hot water bottle.

"hey, hey, calm down Tommy. I'm here. I'm back." Danny whispered, putting the warm bottle against Toms back, wrapping him into his arms again. Slowly it worked, Tom managed to relax a little, and stop shivering, thank god. "there we go, relax Tommy, get some rest, you've been outside most of the night." Danny sighed, coaxing Tom to rest, pillowing his head on his chest, wrapping the blankets around him. So, Tom managed to slowly relax himself, falling asleep in our arms, finally getting the rest he needed.

"what the hell happened?" I asked first, the last thing I had remembered was Danny telling us that Tom was missing, then I fainted until now. "I don't know, I carried Tom upstairs last night while he was sleeping, he half woke up, and then this morning, he wasn't here. He was outside, in the woods, completely lost in the middle of it, so painfully cold, his poor little hands were purple." Danny explained, holding the water bottle against Toms back, keeping it there in a desperate attempt to keep him warm. "but why did he go out there? Surely he would have just stayed in bed and cuddled with you." Harry spoke up, holding one hand on Tom, the other stroking my side gently.

"I don't know, honestly, I have no clue what the hell he was doing outside. If he was looking at the stars he wouldn't have wandered into the woods, because it was dark in there and he wouldn't have been able to see anything. And, he would have gone to the window to see the stars, he wouldn't have gone wandering." Danny pressed his face to Toms head, mumbling something about it being so close to the anniversary of the disappearance. "its bad timing, nothing more, I'm sure." Harry encouraged, giving Danny a small smile. "it better be, its 2 weeks off. If he leaves my sight for a second that day I will go crazy. I swear." Danny teared up, he looked so helpless, so scared. I couldn't help but feel so, so sorry for him.

499 Dannys POV

I waited a little while until I was sure that Tom was asleep, before taking him upstairs and putting him to bed, thinking that it would be better if Tom was in bed. So he was comfier, and hopefully warmer too. "sleep tight Tommy, you're safe now." I whispered quietly, stroking his arm, kissing his hair. I felt so guilty for not taking more care of Tom last night, before he ran off, I had fallen asleep knowing full well that he was half awake and he liked to wander around. I should have made sure he was still asleep instead of letting myself fall asleep before him. I felt terrible, I should have done something, made sure the poor boy was still asleep so he wasn't like this!

My arms started itching and writhing, my skin screaming at me, it was awful. I wanted to rip my arms to shreds, the urge had been growling in the back of my mind for weeks, since Tom hit me for the first time. The pain had felt so good, I needed that pain right now, I needed to punish myself, for being so stupid as to think for even a second that Tom didn't need supervising. I was so stupid! But, I couldn't go and tear open my skin again, could I? I couldn't go and cut again, that would be wrong! I hadn't done anything to myself in months, had been so good. But I couldn't help but feel so guilty for stupidly believing that Tom was going to be fine, that he was going to just lay still in bed with me. I was so stupid! So, so stupid, but could I really go back and ruin all that work I had done to stop these urges?! I couldn't, I simply couldn't, not while Tom, sweet little Tom, was ill and needed looking after. Even though he was sleeping, he still needed looking after, in case he started shivering again.

So I made myself sit still and watch Tom, convince myself that he was okay, that he needed some sleep and that was it. He wasn't going to still be in shock, he was going to be exactly like he was yesterday. He wasn't going to be any worse, of course he wouldn't be, Tom wasn't that fragile! He wasn't, was he? No, of course not, right? I was practically tearing my hair out by the time Tom woke up again hours later, whimpering and whining quietly to himself as he turned over. "Tommy! Hey, its alright, you're home, you're safe now." I jumped to comfort him before any tears came along, hugging the tiny boy as close as possible.

Tom didn't answer me, but, he did put his hands on my shoulders, like he was trying to hold me too, so I took that as a good sign. "aw you're still a bit cold, come on, I'll go and run you a nice warm bath, yeah? That a good idea?" I suggested, realising that I hadn't checked to see if there was anything physically wrong with Tom, apart from him being very cold. Tom nodded slowly into my shoulder, letting me heave him into my arms, carrying him into the bathroom. Again, I ran the bath, made sure it was a nice warm (but not too warm) temperature, and put him in it.

Tom hissed a little in pain, whimpering slightly. "whats up honey? Is the water too hot?" I asked, feeling the water again, it wasn't hot, but it was warm, about the temperature you would bath a baby with, it couldn't be too hot, could it? Tom tugged at my arm, practically pulling me into the bath with him. "Tom, what do you want? I can't get in with you, there's no room. " there was room, but I didn't know how Tom was going to react if I got in. But, Tom was insistent, basically making me get in the bath with him, (fully clothed, might I add) making me squeeze him as tight as I could.