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When Thom-Tommy woke up, he instantly decided he didn’t like being awake. He groaned in hope that someone could hear him and make the pain stop.
“Hi Tommy, I'm Dr. Greene, how are you feeling?” A man asked as he stepped up on Tommy’s left side, shining a ridiculously bright light in his eyes. Tommy could only find it within himself to groan in response. Dr. Greene laughed.
“I understand, after getting a sword in your chest that’s how I would respond too. Now, your father told me you’d had some memory issues. How much do you remember now?” Dr. Greene asked him. Tommy turned his head to look at him.
“That-that guy, he injected me with this thing. I don’t, I’m not too sure what it was,” Tommy explained to him, voice scratchy. Dr. Greene nodded, writing the information down on his notepad.
“We did notice that from your IV, it was a thick red substance. We aren’t too sure what it was yet, but after taking a little scan of your brain we noticed it was creating a wall around your hippocampus and amygdala. So, it trapped your memories so you couldn’t access them, leaving you open to manipulation,” Dr. Greene explained. Tommy nodded, looking down at his chest. He had a bandage wrapped around him, the middle of it stained red.
He tried to bring back his memories, he had vague recollection of his dad, Phil. He remembered Wilbur, Techno being his brothers. Tubbo was his best friend, George and Dream were his friends, so were Quackity and Sapnap. And-well thank gods, he had his memory back. Tommy felt himself smile.
“Would you like me to bring anyone in?” Dr. Greene asked. Tommy snapped back into reality, nodding.
“Could you bring my dad in, please?” Tommy asked him. Dr. Greene nodded and walked out of the room. Tommy wonders if George has told them about why he got kidnapped, and if he had Tommy was wondering how mad his dad was going to be since Tommy technically got himself into this mess. But, to be fair, he didn’t think George would’ve done as well in there as Tommy did.
“Tommy?” his dad asked as he walked in the room. Tommy quickly looked over, a smile lighting up his face.
“Dad!” Tommy exclaimed. Phil let out a breath of relief as he went to Tommy’s bed side. Phil just stood there, staring down at his son for a few moments, just thankful he was safe.
“Are you mad at me?” Tommy asked quietly. Phil looked down at him, a confused look on his face.
“Why would I be mad at you?” Phil asked. Tommy looked towards the windows in his room, seeing the sun slowly starting to set.
“It’s my fault I got captured, I could’ve let them take George instead. And-and I also nearly killed you with my sword!” Tommy said, slowly getting more upset with each word. Phil looked down at his youngest son, just glad that it was his son looking back at him.
“Tommy, you made a brave decision to save your friend. Was it a stupid decision? Yes, but I’m proud of you for making it. And- no offense Tommy, but you weren’t going to kill me,” Phil said, ending his sentence with a chuckle. Tommy scoffed and shoved Phil as much as he could.
“Is everyone okay?” Tommy asked. Phil nodded.
“No one got hurt, the battle didn’t last long enough for that,” Phil told him. Tommy seemed confused.
“What about Sam?” Tommy asked. Phil just stared back at him.
“Who’s Sam?”Phil asked. Tommy sucked in a breath, that wasn’t a good sign.
“Did you kill everyone from the other side?” He asked. Phil nodded, slowly understanding what his youngest was implying.
“Sam was a friend I guess,” Tommy explained. Phil held onto his son's hand in support.
“We can hold a service for him if you’d like,” Phil told him. Tommy looked up at his dad and smiled.
“Yea, I’d like that.”
-
It had been about a month since Tommy had come back to L’Manberg. His chest was healing nicely, and everything was about back to normal. Tommy sighed as he sat looking at the sun rising over the walls.
“What the fuck are you doing awake?” a voice said from behind him. Tommy just chuckled as Wilbur came to sit down next to him.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Tommy said, continuing to watch the sun. Wilbur gave him a strange look before looking to the sun as well. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Tommy spoke up.
“I keep having these dreams, about dad. It was that split second before he had knocked my mask off. He had a sword at my throat. I just- I can’t help but to be a bit afraid of him,” Tommy said, finishing off his explanation in a soft tone. Wilbur didn’t respond.
“I’ve put dad through so much in my life, and now here I am afraid of him,” Tommy spit out, his voice full of self hatred. That made Wilbur turn his head.
“Tommy, you have a right to be a little afraid. You lost your memory and your first memory of dad is him pointing a sword at your throat. That would instill fear in everyone,” Wilbur told him. It didn’t seem to get through to Tommy. Wilbur sighed.
“I was scared of Techno for a bit when he first grew in his tusks. Mom was a pig hybrid but she didn’t really have many of the features. I couldn’t look at him for weeks without my heart stopping,” Wilbur told him.
“Yea and I still can’t look at Wilbur cause of how ugly he is,” Techno said as he sat down on the other side of Tommy. Both Tommy and Wilbur jumped at Techno’s sudden appearance. Techno just laughed at them.
“But Tommy, seriously, you should just talk to dad about it, he won’t mind. He was talking to me the other night about that. He says he is kept up at night from knocking off your mask and seeing you down there instead of some dick villain that he could just kill. You’re both going through the same thing kiddo,” Techno told him.
“I’m not a kid,” Tommy mumbled. Techno groaned and Wilbur laughed.
“Are you even listening? That was some premium big brother advice!” Techno exclaimed. Tommy laughed along with Wilbur. Eventually Techno joined in, the three brothers laughed for a bit before it eventually died out, leaving them to stare at the sunrise once more. Eventually, Techno broke the silence.
“Tommy, can you answer me something?” He asked. Tommy looked at him, eyebrows raised as he pulled his right leg into his chest.
“Why don’t you ever put yourself first?” He asked. Tommy was taken back by the question, he didn’t understand it. Techno sighed.
“I mean, you have no self-preservation skills. You offer yourself to get kidnapped, you ran into a burning fucking building, and lord knows what else you’ve done that you just haven’t told us about,” Techno explained. Tommy nodded that he understood. He shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t do it intentionally, it’s like this little voice in my head that just tells me what to do and I just do it without thinking through it first,” Tommy told him. Wilbur choked back a laugh.
“Most people's conscience tells them to run away from danger, of course yours tells you to run head first into it,” Wilbur said.
Tommy just rolled his eyes and laughed.
-
George hadn’t been alone with Tommy since he’d been back, and Tommy knew that it was intentional. Tommy stared George down during their meeting. Tommy honestly couldn’t be arsed about whatever the meeting was about, he still wasn’t cleared to do anything anyway.
So, when the meeting ended he slipped out of the room and went to follow George to wherever he was going off to. Tommy wasn’t expecting that place to be the top of the watchtower, but here he was climbing the later. Finally, he made it to the top level of the watchtower and saw Geroge just staring out into the distance. Tommy made sure to get off the ladder slowly so as to not startle him.
“Hey George,” he said softly. George jumped slightly and his eyes widened as he saw Tommy.
“Did you fucking climb up here by yourself? What the fuck Tommy there’s no way you’re cleared to do something like that,” George fretted, coming to check on Tommy’s chest. Tommy slapped his hands away.
“I’m fine George, jesus christ. I came to talk to you,” Tommy said, crossing his arms over his chest. George looked at him confused.
“What do you want to talk about?” he asked. Tommy wanted to roll his eyes, what else was there to talk about?
“You’ve been avoiding me since I got back. I know you were in the hospital room with Dream a couple of times. But, since then you’ve made an effort to not be alone with me. What’s up?” Tommy asked. George’s entire body seemed to tense up.
“Tommy, I-” Tommy cut him off right there.
“And don’t give me some kind of bullshit excuse,” Tommy instructed. George sighed.
“Tommy, you nearly gave up your life for me. You fucking sacrificed yourself for me for no good reason! I was the adult in that situation and I let you just fucking go!” George exclaimed, pacing back and forth. Tommy made sure to interject.
“George, George. You didn’t let me do shit. It was my choice. You can’t blame this on yourself! You can only blame this on those dickheads!” Tommy told him. George just stared at him before breaking down and pulling Tommy into a hug. Tommy just sighed and rubbed George’s back as he let it out.
“Thank fuck you’re okay,” George whispered. Tommy laughed.
-
Tommy and Tubbo hadn’t had some type of emotional reunion like he had with his family. Instead, Tubbo had just crawled right into his hospital bed with him, refusing to leave for at least three hours.
“Clingy,” Tommy grumbled at him. Tubbo laughed.
“Clingy as fuck.”
-
You could say the reunion with Dream was emotional, but in the complete opposite way from everyone elses.
“Dont you EVER, fucking lie about shit like that again to get kidnapped you fucking idiot!” Dream shouted. Tommy shrunk back into his hospital bed, Dream had never been this mad at Tommy, ever.
Dream eventually caught onto how scared Tommy was and sighed, gripping his handle and hanging his head. Dream took a deep breath in and out.
“Tommy, I do think of you as a brother, you didn’t get that wrong. But, you-you,” Dream stutterd out, losing his words.
“Putting others safety over my own?” Tommy asked, a sly smirk on his face. Dream looked at him and nodded.
“Yea, exactly. You’re too fucking young to be this self destructive,” Dream told him, laughing a bit. Tommy smiled, it was kinda funny to know that Dream was that worried about him; considering the older man always put on a front that he hated Tommy.
“Sorry, about your trident. I don’t know what he did with it,” Tommy muttered out. Dream just looked at him, unreadable due to the mask.
“I don’t care about the trident Tommy, I’m just glad you’re home safe.”
-
Tommy sighed as he laid down in his bed. It had been 6 months since he had come back. He was back on good terms with everyone, he was able to train again, life was going pretty good.
His brothers were a bit more overprotective than they used to be, but he imagined seeing your younger brother stabbed through the chest with a sword would do that to you. So, he let them fret about him whenever they wanted.
Except when Wilbur talked about moving back in, Tommy absolutely refused to give him his room back.
Tommy turned over to lay on his stomach, closing his eyes in hopes of catching some sleep before the boys were coming over for dinner,
He eventually drifted off to sleep, the warm sensation coming over him in waves, making his head rush and his chest loosen. But, when he finally slipped off, instead of seeing the normal soothing blackness that normally accompanies going to sleep-
All he saw were white walls, and a man with a black mask staring at him.