Fic: Lives Are For Living. (24/40)
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silver_sunTitle Lives Are For Living. (24/40)
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part (Total posted 62000 /90,000)
Rating This part pg13 (adult over all) – see contains below.
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death – not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV – which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
Part 24
It was funny staying in a hotel that was really a hotel. He'd lived at Honolulu Heights and worked at the Barry Grand, and although it felt a little bit disloyal, this hotel Tom had to admit was much nicer than either of them. He'd have swapped all that niceness for Andy not looking like he wanted to breakdown and cry.
The fact that seeing him so upset made him feel like crying out of sympathy and frustration at not knowing what to do to help, really didn't help. He'd never really though about family getting that angry at you. Sure he'd argued with his dad, and a lot of the time it had ended with his dad locking him in the van until he'd cooled down. Looking back at it he thought that as a teenager he'd probably not been the easiest person to live with, but he'd probably not deserved it every time. In the end though his dad had always listened to him, even if he'd never agreed. Even when his dad been furious with him, even when he'd run away after saying some pretty horrible things, McNair had still come for him, rescued him from the vampires and forgiven him. Family had been everything to him. And it was family that he'd dreamed of having for himself. They were supposed to be the people who loved you, who'd look after you no matter what. Finding out that didn't actually seem to be the case had shaken him more than he wanted to admit.
The world was just as harsh and nasty if you were a normal human, maybe even more so, as werewolves and even vampires tended to stick up for their own respective kinds out of principle. While ordinary people seemed to want to look for differences between each other so they could say they were better than whatever group they'd singled out. Perhaps, Tom thought sadly as he finished his mug of tea, being human wasn't all that great after all.
Next to him, Andy was still silent and shivering slightly as he looked at the TV in the corner of the hotel room with really watching it, his mug growing cold in his hands.
It felt worse somehow than the time back in the summer when Andy had been so upset about an old police case he'd worked on and about how he'd been force to quit his job. This was happening right now, so there wasn't even the distance of time to help soften it a bit, and it being family really didn't help matters either.
If he could get Andy warm and talking about it then perhaps he'd start to look and feel a bit better. At the very least, Tom decided, it probably wouldn't many Andy any worse.
"Right," said Tom standing up. "I'm gonna have a shower, do you want to go first or since it looks right big we could probably both have one at the same time."
"Sorry, what was that?" Andy said, a look of weary confusion on his face.
"I said the shower is really big, so do you want to come in it with me?" Tom said, putting a hand on Andy's shoulder.
Andy blinked like he was still trying to get the words into the right order, before finally nodding. "If it's what you want."
"I reckon it'll help get you warmed up at bit," Tom said still keeping a hand on Andy's arm as he stood, and trying not to worry about the fact that Andy was so exhausted he was swaying on his feet.
The shower wasn't quite as big as Tom had thought it was, but they could both get in as long they didn't both try and turn round at the same time. The water was nice and warm, and he hoped, wouldn't run out mid shower. It had done that a few times at Honolulu Heights, and getting a sudden dousing in cold water really wasn't fun.
“I'm sorry,” Andy said, after they had been standing under the hot spray for a few moments. “I should have realised all this would happen, that it would be a mess, if I brought you here. I make a mess of everything. But I'll make it up to you.”
“You don't have to,” Tom said, squeezing out some of the complimentary shampoo from the little bottle hanging in the shower. It was a good idea having little bottles like that, he decided, he could tell Hal about them and get him to have them in the Barry Grand. “None of this is your fault, not really.”
“I should,” Andy replied, sounding like he'd not heard what Tom said. “I can make it up to you. I have to. I can't lose you. I can't." Putting a hand on Tom's shoulder he pulled him closer and kissed him.
If this was what Andy needed, Tom decided, then he definitely happy to help and he kissed back enthusiastically, soapy hands sliding down Andy's back. It was a little disappointing when Andy broke the connection after a just a few moments, but Tom couldn't help smiling when he realised why he had.
Crouching down in front of him Andy took his half hard cock into his mouth. Yet something wasn't right, Tom quickly realised. Andy's hands which would usually have been curled against hips or thighs, were balled into fists and pressed against the tiled floor, while his shoulders were tight and his eyes squeezed shut, as shivers ran in through him. There were ones of pleasure thought, and although Tom couldn't see it, he doubted Andy was turned on at all, by any of it.
“Stop. Stop a minute,” Tom said, pulling back. Physically it felt great, but seeing that Andy wasn't enjoying it killed the mood entirely. “This ain't right.”
Andy looked up at him, confusion in his eyes for a moment before he seemed to crumple in on himself. Shoulders shaking, he hung his head.
“What did I say?” Tom asked, before realising what Andy must have thought he meant. Crouching down, he pulled Andy against him. “I didn't mean like that. I love you. Of course I still want you and to do things with you, but not like this, 'cause I want you to be happy when we do it, 'cause if you're not happy then I can't enjoy it, because I'd be horrible if I did, as it'd mean I didn't care, an' do care lots.”
“Oh Tom.” Wrapping his arms tightly around Tom, Andy pressed his face against his shoulder, sobbing like his heart was breaking. “I'm sorry. I just can't think any more.”
“It's okay.” Tom rubbed his back. “It'll be okay. I know it's all horrible right now, but things always seem get better in the end. I mean this time last year I'd lost....” Tom stopped, it didn't seem right bringing up his own loses right now, he didn't want to upset Andy any more than he already was. “What I mean is I'm never gonna leave you, and you're gonna be alright, 'cause I'll make sure you are. Well as much as I can anyway.”
Andy wrapped his arms tightly around Tom. “I don't deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.” Tom kissed Andy's neck where he could reach it. “You deserve better 'an me really, but I'm trying.” To find the right time to tell you that I'm not normal, that I'm a werewolf, he added silently, wondering if perhaps he should put off telling Andy for a couple more months until he'd had a chance to sort things out with his family. If Andy couldn't handle being with a werewolf, Tom wanted him at least have his family to turn to if got really upset about things, and as things stood that didn't appear to be an option.
“We should probably better get out the shower soon before we go all wrinkly like old prunes,” Tom said, once Andy was still and quiet against him.
“Lovely,” Andy said muffled against his shoulder, but still didn't move.
“Or we could stay where we are. Wrinkly isn't so bad, I 'spose. We'll both be like that one day and we'll still be looking at each other then.” Once he'd not have thought about getting old, but meeting Leo had given him hope that it was possible. He'd not heard of a wolf who'd made it past forty five before that. Leo had been proper old, over eighty definitely, as he'd been friends with Hal for about sixty years. You just had to be careful and not go out looking for vamps to fight all the time.
Andy lifted his head and looked at him. “You really think we will?”
“I want us to be,” Tom said, wishing there was some way he could ensure that they would, rather than just hoping it would turn out like that.
“I can wait until we're old and grey to be wrinkly together,” Andy said getting up awkwardly in the confined space.
“Me too,” Tom replied, standing as well. “Although I hope it's a right long time away.”
Andy looked lost and drained by the time they finally got out of the shower and dried themselves off, although Tom thought it looked more like exhaustion than anything else at the moment. The fact that Andy hadn't eaten anything since picking at his breakfast before they left the farm that morning probably wasn't helping matters either.
With Andy wrapped in a dressing gown and sat in bed, Tom turned his attention to getting dressed. Pulling on a t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. “You gonna be alright for a few minutes if I go out for a few minutes?”
Andy took a moment to answer, eventually nodding. “Yeah. I think I should probably try to get some sleep. It might help.”
He sounded far from convinced that it would help in Tom's opinion, but he decided that it probably wasn't worth pointing that out. Picking up his coat, he said, “Right, so I thought I'd go an' to sort us something out to eat. We can have it here in the room, unless you want to go out?”
Andy shook his head. “No, here's okay. I don't think I could face going out right now. Honestly I don't really want anything. Why don't you just get something for yourself.”
“You might be hungry later,” Tom said, uncomfortable with the idea of eating while Andy wasn't. “I'll get you something anyway, better to have it and not need it than the other way round, as me dad used to say.” It was probably best, he decided, not to add that his dad had generally meant it about improvised explosives rather than chips.
There were a few places still open, so after a quick stop at a fish and chips shop who were just closing up for the next couple of days and who gave him extra chips, Tom hurried back.
The woman on the desk who'd booked him and Andy into the hotel smiled at him and wished him a good evening, as Tom looked for the lifts. He didn't mind exercise, but it had been a long day and they were on the ninth floor.
In the lift were two men and they were, to put it mildly, Tom thought, snogging the faces of each other. Embarrassed and slightly worried that they'd not noticed him and that they'd get even more carried away before he reached his floor, Tom said, rather louder than he'd intended, “Happy Christmas.”
Realising they were no longer alone the younger and more drunk of the two went red, pulled away from the kiss and mumbled an apology. The other man, smiled broadly at him, although Tom could see that it was meant as a friendly warning, “A time to live and let live too.”
American, Tom decided, wondering if the man, who seemed so full of himself and was to be honest very good looking, was famous or something. “You thought I didn't...” Tom began as he realised why the other man was warning him off. “I don't mind, really. It's just...um.” Tom stopped, certain he was making a mess of explaining. “I'm just getting fish and chips for my boyfriend. So no, definitely not that.”
The man smiled at Tom again, amused this time at his fumbling. “Well he's lucky man then.” He leant closer to his companion. “Hey, we should get something to eat in bed, and then...” He whispered in the other man's ear, causing him to go even more red.
It wasn't quite quiet enough and Tom caught most of what he said. Blushing furiously at what he'd heard, Tom quickly pressed the button on the lift. “This is my floor, then. Bye,” he said, getting out quickly and hurrying to his and Andy's room.
“Is something wrong?” Andy asked as Tom hurried inside.
“No, just made a bit of an idiot of myself I think,” Tom said putting the bag of fish and chips down on the table next to the kettle. “There were these two blokes in the lift kissing an' stuff, and I think they thought I was offended, but then the American one said...well I probably shouldn't repeat it, but I think his boyfriend was in for a good night if he were gonna do all that.”
A strange look crossed Andy's face. “Did he have a big, old fashioned coat?”
“No,” Tom replied thinking that his probably ranked as one of the odder questions that he been asked. Although not as bad as some of the ones that Hal had asked shortly after moving into Honolulu Heights. “Why?”
“I just thought...” Andy sighed. “I doubt he'd ever come back here, not after what happened.”
“Were he your boyfriend once or something?” Tom asked, hoping he didn't sound jealous, because he knew that he had no reason to be. Andy was him and whoever the other bloke was he most definitely had the man he was with.
Andy stared at him for a moment and then started to laugh. “No, no, although I think I might be the only one who hasn't been. He was a friend of a friend I suppose, but I guess it wasn't him.”
There was still something brittle under the laughter, although the amusement was, as far as Tom could tell, genuine. It probably wasn't worth pursuing why though, as the food was getting cold and Tom knew he'd be happier if he could get Andy to actually eat something.
“It does smell good,” Andy admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed nearest the table.
“Just as well I got two lots then, ain't it?” Tom said taking one of the greasy paper wrappers from the bag and handing it to him. “It's already got salt an' vinegar on it, an' I got ketchup an' brown sauce too.”
They'd be okay in the end, Tom decided as he watched Andy cover his chips in ketchup and put then a couple of them into his mouth. They were spending their first Christmas together and in week it would be a whole new year, and after that in a few months time the farm would open as a campsite and they would have known each other for a whole year.
Things might not always be easy, but that was life, as far as Tom understood it. Sometimes things were good, sometimes they were bad, and if you were lucky you had someone there to share the times and to help each other through the bad ones. He looked at Andy and smiled. Then listening to the church bells somewhere out in the city that were ringing, welcoming people to a late night carol service, he leant over and kissed him. “Happy Christmas.”
Part 25 http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/227035.html
A/N
Yes, it is Jack and Ianto that Tom ran into in the lift, not that Tom knows their names yet, but he will eventually – this is a crossover fic after all. Jack and Ianto's Christmas and return to Cardiff, will appear shortly (by the 24 at the latest) in yet another fic in this 'verse, Christmas Homecomings.
Fandoms Torchwood/Being Human crossover fic.
Characters/pairings Andy Davidson/Tom McNair. Other Torchwood and Being Human characters will appear later on.
Word count: This part (Total posted 62000 /90,000)
Rating This part pg13 (adult over all) – see contains below.
Contains Mentions of depression/anxiety. Mentions of past canon major character death. Mention of minor character death – not canon. In later parts canon level violence, graphic sex, Andy's homophobic mother. Spoilers for Being Human (UK version) up to series 5 episode 3, and for Torchwood up to Children of Earth.
A/N: Crossover with Being Human. Technically a CoE fix it as it's set in the same 'verse as Finding Ways To Smile Again (although that isn't apparent until about 2/3 the way through the story). Follows on from Break and Breakaway from Tom McNair's POV – which is where it breaks from Being Human canon.
Summary
After being pushed out of the police force following the events of Children of Earth, Andy Davidson tries to build a new life for himself in the deep in the Welsh countryside.
Tom McNair walked out off his old life after realising it wasn't what he needed.
A chance meeting would take their lives in directions that they had never expected and bring them love that they'd not thought they'd find.
Starts here: http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/214504.html
Part 24
It was funny staying in a hotel that was really a hotel. He'd lived at Honolulu Heights and worked at the Barry Grand, and although it felt a little bit disloyal, this hotel Tom had to admit was much nicer than either of them. He'd have swapped all that niceness for Andy not looking like he wanted to breakdown and cry.
The fact that seeing him so upset made him feel like crying out of sympathy and frustration at not knowing what to do to help, really didn't help. He'd never really though about family getting that angry at you. Sure he'd argued with his dad, and a lot of the time it had ended with his dad locking him in the van until he'd cooled down. Looking back at it he thought that as a teenager he'd probably not been the easiest person to live with, but he'd probably not deserved it every time. In the end though his dad had always listened to him, even if he'd never agreed. Even when his dad been furious with him, even when he'd run away after saying some pretty horrible things, McNair had still come for him, rescued him from the vampires and forgiven him. Family had been everything to him. And it was family that he'd dreamed of having for himself. They were supposed to be the people who loved you, who'd look after you no matter what. Finding out that didn't actually seem to be the case had shaken him more than he wanted to admit.
The world was just as harsh and nasty if you were a normal human, maybe even more so, as werewolves and even vampires tended to stick up for their own respective kinds out of principle. While ordinary people seemed to want to look for differences between each other so they could say they were better than whatever group they'd singled out. Perhaps, Tom thought sadly as he finished his mug of tea, being human wasn't all that great after all.
Next to him, Andy was still silent and shivering slightly as he looked at the TV in the corner of the hotel room with really watching it, his mug growing cold in his hands.
It felt worse somehow than the time back in the summer when Andy had been so upset about an old police case he'd worked on and about how he'd been force to quit his job. This was happening right now, so there wasn't even the distance of time to help soften it a bit, and it being family really didn't help matters either.
If he could get Andy warm and talking about it then perhaps he'd start to look and feel a bit better. At the very least, Tom decided, it probably wouldn't many Andy any worse.
"Right," said Tom standing up. "I'm gonna have a shower, do you want to go first or since it looks right big we could probably both have one at the same time."
"Sorry, what was that?" Andy said, a look of weary confusion on his face.
"I said the shower is really big, so do you want to come in it with me?" Tom said, putting a hand on Andy's shoulder.
Andy blinked like he was still trying to get the words into the right order, before finally nodding. "If it's what you want."
"I reckon it'll help get you warmed up at bit," Tom said still keeping a hand on Andy's arm as he stood, and trying not to worry about the fact that Andy was so exhausted he was swaying on his feet.
The shower wasn't quite as big as Tom had thought it was, but they could both get in as long they didn't both try and turn round at the same time. The water was nice and warm, and he hoped, wouldn't run out mid shower. It had done that a few times at Honolulu Heights, and getting a sudden dousing in cold water really wasn't fun.
“I'm sorry,” Andy said, after they had been standing under the hot spray for a few moments. “I should have realised all this would happen, that it would be a mess, if I brought you here. I make a mess of everything. But I'll make it up to you.”
“You don't have to,” Tom said, squeezing out some of the complimentary shampoo from the little bottle hanging in the shower. It was a good idea having little bottles like that, he decided, he could tell Hal about them and get him to have them in the Barry Grand. “None of this is your fault, not really.”
“I should,” Andy replied, sounding like he'd not heard what Tom said. “I can make it up to you. I have to. I can't lose you. I can't." Putting a hand on Tom's shoulder he pulled him closer and kissed him.
If this was what Andy needed, Tom decided, then he definitely happy to help and he kissed back enthusiastically, soapy hands sliding down Andy's back. It was a little disappointing when Andy broke the connection after a just a few moments, but Tom couldn't help smiling when he realised why he had.
Crouching down in front of him Andy took his half hard cock into his mouth. Yet something wasn't right, Tom quickly realised. Andy's hands which would usually have been curled against hips or thighs, were balled into fists and pressed against the tiled floor, while his shoulders were tight and his eyes squeezed shut, as shivers ran in through him. There were ones of pleasure thought, and although Tom couldn't see it, he doubted Andy was turned on at all, by any of it.
“Stop. Stop a minute,” Tom said, pulling back. Physically it felt great, but seeing that Andy wasn't enjoying it killed the mood entirely. “This ain't right.”
Andy looked up at him, confusion in his eyes for a moment before he seemed to crumple in on himself. Shoulders shaking, he hung his head.
“What did I say?” Tom asked, before realising what Andy must have thought he meant. Crouching down, he pulled Andy against him. “I didn't mean like that. I love you. Of course I still want you and to do things with you, but not like this, 'cause I want you to be happy when we do it, 'cause if you're not happy then I can't enjoy it, because I'd be horrible if I did, as it'd mean I didn't care, an' do care lots.”
“Oh Tom.” Wrapping his arms tightly around Tom, Andy pressed his face against his shoulder, sobbing like his heart was breaking. “I'm sorry. I just can't think any more.”
“It's okay.” Tom rubbed his back. “It'll be okay. I know it's all horrible right now, but things always seem get better in the end. I mean this time last year I'd lost....” Tom stopped, it didn't seem right bringing up his own loses right now, he didn't want to upset Andy any more than he already was. “What I mean is I'm never gonna leave you, and you're gonna be alright, 'cause I'll make sure you are. Well as much as I can anyway.”
Andy wrapped his arms tightly around Tom. “I don't deserve you.”
“Yes, you do.” Tom kissed Andy's neck where he could reach it. “You deserve better 'an me really, but I'm trying.” To find the right time to tell you that I'm not normal, that I'm a werewolf, he added silently, wondering if perhaps he should put off telling Andy for a couple more months until he'd had a chance to sort things out with his family. If Andy couldn't handle being with a werewolf, Tom wanted him at least have his family to turn to if got really upset about things, and as things stood that didn't appear to be an option.
“We should probably better get out the shower soon before we go all wrinkly like old prunes,” Tom said, once Andy was still and quiet against him.
“Lovely,” Andy said muffled against his shoulder, but still didn't move.
“Or we could stay where we are. Wrinkly isn't so bad, I 'spose. We'll both be like that one day and we'll still be looking at each other then.” Once he'd not have thought about getting old, but meeting Leo had given him hope that it was possible. He'd not heard of a wolf who'd made it past forty five before that. Leo had been proper old, over eighty definitely, as he'd been friends with Hal for about sixty years. You just had to be careful and not go out looking for vamps to fight all the time.
Andy lifted his head and looked at him. “You really think we will?”
“I want us to be,” Tom said, wishing there was some way he could ensure that they would, rather than just hoping it would turn out like that.
“I can wait until we're old and grey to be wrinkly together,” Andy said getting up awkwardly in the confined space.
“Me too,” Tom replied, standing as well. “Although I hope it's a right long time away.”
Andy looked lost and drained by the time they finally got out of the shower and dried themselves off, although Tom thought it looked more like exhaustion than anything else at the moment. The fact that Andy hadn't eaten anything since picking at his breakfast before they left the farm that morning probably wasn't helping matters either.
With Andy wrapped in a dressing gown and sat in bed, Tom turned his attention to getting dressed. Pulling on a t-shirt and an old pair of jeans. “You gonna be alright for a few minutes if I go out for a few minutes?”
Andy took a moment to answer, eventually nodding. “Yeah. I think I should probably try to get some sleep. It might help.”
He sounded far from convinced that it would help in Tom's opinion, but he decided that it probably wasn't worth pointing that out. Picking up his coat, he said, “Right, so I thought I'd go an' to sort us something out to eat. We can have it here in the room, unless you want to go out?”
Andy shook his head. “No, here's okay. I don't think I could face going out right now. Honestly I don't really want anything. Why don't you just get something for yourself.”
“You might be hungry later,” Tom said, uncomfortable with the idea of eating while Andy wasn't. “I'll get you something anyway, better to have it and not need it than the other way round, as me dad used to say.” It was probably best, he decided, not to add that his dad had generally meant it about improvised explosives rather than chips.
There were a few places still open, so after a quick stop at a fish and chips shop who were just closing up for the next couple of days and who gave him extra chips, Tom hurried back.
The woman on the desk who'd booked him and Andy into the hotel smiled at him and wished him a good evening, as Tom looked for the lifts. He didn't mind exercise, but it had been a long day and they were on the ninth floor.
In the lift were two men and they were, to put it mildly, Tom thought, snogging the faces of each other. Embarrassed and slightly worried that they'd not noticed him and that they'd get even more carried away before he reached his floor, Tom said, rather louder than he'd intended, “Happy Christmas.”
Realising they were no longer alone the younger and more drunk of the two went red, pulled away from the kiss and mumbled an apology. The other man, smiled broadly at him, although Tom could see that it was meant as a friendly warning, “A time to live and let live too.”
American, Tom decided, wondering if the man, who seemed so full of himself and was to be honest very good looking, was famous or something. “You thought I didn't...” Tom began as he realised why the other man was warning him off. “I don't mind, really. It's just...um.” Tom stopped, certain he was making a mess of explaining. “I'm just getting fish and chips for my boyfriend. So no, definitely not that.”
The man smiled at Tom again, amused this time at his fumbling. “Well he's lucky man then.” He leant closer to his companion. “Hey, we should get something to eat in bed, and then...” He whispered in the other man's ear, causing him to go even more red.
It wasn't quite quiet enough and Tom caught most of what he said. Blushing furiously at what he'd heard, Tom quickly pressed the button on the lift. “This is my floor, then. Bye,” he said, getting out quickly and hurrying to his and Andy's room.
“Is something wrong?” Andy asked as Tom hurried inside.
“No, just made a bit of an idiot of myself I think,” Tom said putting the bag of fish and chips down on the table next to the kettle. “There were these two blokes in the lift kissing an' stuff, and I think they thought I was offended, but then the American one said...well I probably shouldn't repeat it, but I think his boyfriend was in for a good night if he were gonna do all that.”
A strange look crossed Andy's face. “Did he have a big, old fashioned coat?”
“No,” Tom replied thinking that his probably ranked as one of the odder questions that he been asked. Although not as bad as some of the ones that Hal had asked shortly after moving into Honolulu Heights. “Why?”
“I just thought...” Andy sighed. “I doubt he'd ever come back here, not after what happened.”
“Were he your boyfriend once or something?” Tom asked, hoping he didn't sound jealous, because he knew that he had no reason to be. Andy was him and whoever the other bloke was he most definitely had the man he was with.
Andy stared at him for a moment and then started to laugh. “No, no, although I think I might be the only one who hasn't been. He was a friend of a friend I suppose, but I guess it wasn't him.”
There was still something brittle under the laughter, although the amusement was, as far as Tom could tell, genuine. It probably wasn't worth pursuing why though, as the food was getting cold and Tom knew he'd be happier if he could get Andy to actually eat something.
“It does smell good,” Andy admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed nearest the table.
“Just as well I got two lots then, ain't it?” Tom said taking one of the greasy paper wrappers from the bag and handing it to him. “It's already got salt an' vinegar on it, an' I got ketchup an' brown sauce too.”
They'd be okay in the end, Tom decided as he watched Andy cover his chips in ketchup and put then a couple of them into his mouth. They were spending their first Christmas together and in week it would be a whole new year, and after that in a few months time the farm would open as a campsite and they would have known each other for a whole year.
Things might not always be easy, but that was life, as far as Tom understood it. Sometimes things were good, sometimes they were bad, and if you were lucky you had someone there to share the times and to help each other through the bad ones. He looked at Andy and smiled. Then listening to the church bells somewhere out in the city that were ringing, welcoming people to a late night carol service, he leant over and kissed him. “Happy Christmas.”
Part 25 http://the-silver-sun.livejournal.com/227035.html
A/N
Yes, it is Jack and Ianto that Tom ran into in the lift, not that Tom knows their names yet, but he will eventually – this is a crossover fic after all. Jack and Ianto's Christmas and return to Cardiff, will appear shortly (by the 24 at the latest) in yet another fic in this 'verse, Christmas Homecomings.
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Date: 2013-12-22 11:15 pm (UTC)better to have it and not need it than the other way round, as me dad used to say.” It was probably best, he decided, not to add that his dad had generally meant it about improvised explosives rather than chips.
LMAO!!
Great chapter. *hugs the lovely boys*
I hope you are doing okay, and have a lovely Christmas xxx