No Fear

Tom Pov:

I continue to look down at the picture I keep with me at all times. It's a picture of Edd, Matt, and I, with the exception of the torn piece at the end where Tord used to be in it. Edd and Matt have a copy of it, but Edd said I could keep the original for some reason.

This picture was taken when we all lived together, it was when Edd had gotten a polaroid camera, all he did with it was take pictures of everything and call it "art".

God I miss my friends so much... I wonder if they miss me too.. Well of course they do! I shouldn't question that! They love me just as much as I love them.. Please don't take that in a gay way, I mean it in a friendship way and you all know it.

I sigh and shove the picture into my bedside table's drawer, I crawl into bed and cover myself in blankets. I need to be rested for tomorrow, I'm supposed to be going somewhere important tomorrow, at least that's what Tord said... I close my eyes and begin to try to sleep.

Tord Pov:

I look down with my elbow on my desk and my cheek on my palm. I never really sleep until around 3:00 or 4:00 am, I'm not really able to. I already tried insomnia pills, my brain just ignores the urge to sleep that the pills give.

I groan loudly and lean back in my desk chair, I look up at my ceiling fan intensely as it spins in a circle rather slowly. Tom already said he doesn't want me bothering him late at night, so I can't run to him tonight.

I've always been lonely late at night since there's no other insomniacs in the base and actually having feelings is a bitch. At this point, I'm just about ready to make imaginary friends.

I hear a loud knock at my door, is someone actually up at Midnight?? I quickly get up from my desk chair and rush over to the door. I open the door slightly to peek out, I see Tom standing in front of me, he seems tired.

I open the door wide and raise my arms in the air, saying, "Tom! You're awake!" I then lower my arms and tilt my head in confusion. "Wait, why are you awake?"

"Stress dream, after those fuckers it takes a while before you can sleep again without a repeat of torture," Tom says and shrugs, he's still in his pajamas. "Can I come in? I'm bored."

"Of course," I step to the side and Tom walks in, I'm surprised he's actually coming to me to stay awake.

He sits down in the the dining chair I placed for guests, he leans back in it and rests his arms behind his head, he deeply sighs for what ever reason. I close the door and I sit down in my office chair, it already feels kind of awkward in here and nothing's even happened.

"Do you by chance have any booze in here?" Tom asks me.

"Uhh-"

"I'll take that as a no," Tom sighs of disappointment and annoyance. "Jeez do you never drink on the job? Even Edd lets me get drunk once in awhile, of course only if I'm looked after which is annoying."

"Why do you have to be looked after?"

"He says he doesn't want me getting into a fist fight with a Rebel and killing him." Tom sits on the edge of the seat and rests his elbows on his knees, he looks down at his hands and plays with his fingers. "I can understand it since I lose pretty much all my morals when I'm drunk."

"Interesting,"

"Also Your Highness, just a little advice, don't take me serious when I'm drunk, I get pretty fucked up and I say and agree to some dumb shit."

"Noted,"

Tom sits up and looks at me with a eyebrow raise, "Jeez you're not very fucking talkative are you Buddy, you were talking like a man that hasn't seen daylight in years only a few days ago at the same exact time of night."