Hiding from the aftermath

It had been late, almost sunrise, when Thomas made it back indoors, arms stiff with exertion. He headed upstairs with every intention of cleaning the guns and then collapsing in bed, but the note on his bed changed his plans. The gym bag went under the bed and the kukri went in his hand. Leaving his clothes in yet another pile on the floor, he headed across the hall.

When he entered, Merrick's side of the room was empty, but Dru was simply lying in her bed, looking like she wanted to curl up into herself. Setting the kukri on the bedside table, Thomas lifted the sheets and slid between them, joining her. He didn't say anything, just in case sound caused her more pain, and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.

*****

When Thomas' consciousness resurfaced from the dark warm depths of sleep, he wasn't quite sure where he was or how long he'd been out. Then the fog cleared. Dru's room. She'd asked for him. The argument with Edward last night. Muttering a string of explitives in his head, Thomas curled back deeper into the sheets, his arm tightening involuntarily around Dru as he did so.

((Tag Dru!))