The broken star

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:8/?

Pairings: Hethercest (I promise there will be sooner or later)

Warnings: ah um well ? :(

Summary: Why hadn't he appeared on a white horse and saved him from a tower like he had always dreamed he would.

Notes: this one made my friend cry :) im strangely proud of that.

Is he going to be ok?

When Dan awoke everything seemed to be different. Maybe it was the singing mushrooms or the rather fat toucan playing the harp that made him think like this. All he knew was he wasn't in the den any more, Teddy would be angry that he didn't wait for him. Or is Teddy here amongst the candy floss clouds and moshing daises. He should definitely take a look. Putting his hands on his hips he discovers that all the bruises have disappeared, was this heaven?

What happened to his body? The boy clearly has been raped.

His body seemed lighter than it had been in months, as if it had been wiped anew. Putting his hand through his hair Dan discovered it no longer to be greasy or sticky but felt soft and slender. This really must be heaven.

I don't know, he was acting weird this morning and I was going to talk to him...

Instead of moving to go search for Ted he decided to sit and listen to the mushrooms' sing November Rain whilst the daisies danced and the toucan now had a electric guitar and was wearing some odd hat. It was a bizarre experience as the toucan went into the guitar solo, he felt happy here, happier than he'd ever been before. Maybe, just maybe he could stay here forever.

So why didn't you go and talk to him then?

It was lacking something though, the most important piece to Dan's happiness, Teddy.

A lot of things got in the way and I would rather not discuss them. Is he going to be alright?

There was no point looking for Teddy though; Teddy would already be looking for him. So if he waited here then eventually Teddy would come and they could sit amongst the daisies without a single care in the world because this would be their new place. No nostalgic past, no foolish parents to hurt his brother, no-one to use either of them. Just him and Teddy.

I'm not sure, it's to early to tell yet

So why does this place feel colder than it was a few minutes ago? As if all the fun had been taken and only given back half-heartedly. This place was safe. Maybe not as happy as before but it was still safer than moving. Moving would mean risking losing Ted but that wasn't all that was at risk. As long as he was in here Steven couldn't get him and that was a bonus as well as a curse. Where was Teddy? Why hadn't he appeared on a white horse and saved him from a tower like he had always dreamt he would. He wasn't going to come for a while yet was he?

Thank you. I will visit again tomorrow if that is OK?

Suddenly the warmth left the vast landscape and began storming. Dan pulled his now heavy body into a filthy cave a couple of metres away. It was scary. He wanted to cry. He wanted to find Teddy, hold onto him and tell him he was sorry. No clue what he was sorry for, just that he was sorry. A long time had past and the storm hadn't let up. Then he heard it. A beast-like roar followed by a creepy rhyme.

You have been left all alone, nobody by your side

They don't care, so don't go home, they don't want you to be alive

I'll have you forever, that is for sure

To do this I must, close your living door

So sleep now my pretty, sleep sleep sleep

Your mine and never his, goodbye

Heart beat.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:7/?

Pairings: Hethercest also a bit of background Minties

Warnings: Mops :)

Summary: Knowing his own luck Dan was going to turn out to be the only straight member of the band.

Notes: man do I hate writers' block -.-'

Things really weren't good in the front room. Ali had already gathered up his clothes and was walking out the door. Before closing the door Ali sent Teddy a quizzical look followed by a seductive wink that seemed to say “we should do this again sometime” before hopping out into the murky weather. Exhaling, he looked around the room for his discarded clothes, hoping that they would magically reveal them like sparkly stuff does for video games. Then Tim came in to find a Teddy, a unclothed Teddy at that. It was as if the room had frozen over and a small wind was winding itself around the pair.

“Ah! Dad I urm, I can explain this”, mumbled Teddy as Tim's eyes surveyed his son with the utmost interest.

“And I'm sure this explanation of yours includes the lack of clothes, the missing rocking chair and why I saw Ali skipping away singing I got me some hot strong love boiling up”, reeled Tim with a playful smile.

“Yes! It definitely does actually, I'm not sure about Ali I gave him some tea I dunno, could you just come back in about an hour or something. Please” pleaded Teddy as he continued to search for his currently missing clothes.

“Fine, I'll come back later but you better be dressed then, oh and have you seen Dan today?” Silence filled the room.

“It's OK if you haven't, just you normally know where he is”. Smiling he patted Teddy on the head. Teddy had liked that, it was affectionate. It was a different feeling to when Dan was affectionate and he knew why, with Tim it was a unrequited parental love and with Dan, well how can it be described. A forbidden love. Yeah - in love with his own brother. How screwed up can you get? Knowing his own luck Dan was going to turn out to be the only straight member of the band. OK he didn't have any proof currently Alex and Ed were gay but Ali was definitely bi...

Actually bi might not cover it, Ali is the type to sleep with anything that moves including his own mother at one point. How that had happened only God knows. After this Tim closed the door softly, Teddy waited till he could hear the car pull away then started work around the house once more. Firstly hunting down his boxers, where the heck were they?

It was another 4 minutes of scouring the front when he noticed them lying on the kitchen counter, how they got there he didn't want to know. Dressing himself he surveyed the room trying to pick out the worst of the damage.

“I feel like bloody Cinderella”, Teddy mumbled as he put the finally pieces of the rocking chair in the bin.

“I'm always the one cleaning up for everyone and cooking for them and argh! They're never grateful”. In all honesty he had got used to doing everything around the house as Tim wasn't the most competent person at cleaning and if he hadn't started cleaning and cooking his brothers would have died of starvation. He loved his brothers, all of them. Even if they never said thank you to him, well Dan said thanks a lot but that was Dan. Oh crap !

Dan.

In the midst of freaking out over the fact about 2 hours had past since that weird bang sound from the music room,Teddy found enough skill to slip over the mop and land his head in the mop water. Spluttering the young man searched for a nearby cloth succeeded on his third attempt; his previous attempts included a mop which fell on him and well he wasn't sure he wanted to know what the other thing had been. Cursing to himself Teddy found a cut on his finger, just another problem to add to his list of fuck-ups today...

Then the phone rang. Slowly pulling himself up he managed reach the phone on the seventh ring.

“Hello?”

“Ah yes, Diddums I just wanted to tell you that there's nothing you can do for him any more”

“Hey, wait, who are you? Who can't I do anything for?”

“Who? Hah so he didn't run straight home then, if that is so then that is very interesting behaviour. Very interesting indeed. Nonetheless he is mine now”

“Wait !”

The phone line went dead.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:6/?

Pairings: Hethercest also a bit of Tali and hints of some Minties

Warnings: Ali just Ali

Summary: “you don't think they might be ... well you know ... up to something?”

Notes: ive had a mental blank :( but its clearing up yay :}

 

“Wow”. A loud voice can be heard from the front door.

“You know Teddy, if you're going to put on the gloves for me I'd have been here sooner”. Sighing, Teddy realised that the interruptions were really hindering him in going to find Dan. Why did everyone seem to have a key to the house these days? Removing the gloves and apron and shoving them back in the side cupboard he finishes the motion with a simple glare in Ali's general direction. The young Indian man just smiles, laughing to himself as he tumbled down on the sofa asking in all honesty what was for breakfast.

Breakfast? Breakfast! I'll show you bloody breakfast. Breakfast was not one of the only thoughts that were currently going through Ted's head. Poor Teddy. Not only was his brother in a rather difficult situation that he needed removing from but now Teddy was faced with one of his problems, Ali.

“What brought you here?” Teddy asks casually, “Don't you normally go scrounge around Alex's for food?”.

It was true though, that's what Ali did best, he could talk nearly anyone into doing anything for him. Really, anything.

“Nah, couldn't get in”. Ali's reply only seems to agitate Teddy, “Supposedly they were 'busy' or that's what Ed said when I phoned Alex's mobile”.

This factor alone interested Teddy. For the last three weeks no-one could get hold of Alex or Ed before lunch time and if you asked they would just say they were 'busy' ... odd.

“You don't think they might be.. well you know... up to something?” Teddy slowly spills the amusing idea out to Ali, while it seems Dan is completely forgotten. Laughter erupts from Ali and is soon followed by his own. If they were really 'up to something' it could really change the dynamics of the band. Going over and creating two small cups of tea on the worktop whilst thinking about the growing prospects of what was it the fans called it? Something like Minties or something like that, he remembered Dan discovering a interesting site on the internet with interesting terminology. Supposedly, it was a good read ... he never wanted to ask and wasn't planing on it any time soon.

When he returns to Ali, drinks in hand, he find the younger looking at him strangely, very strangely. It was that kind of look which had a double meaning, a bit like 'I'm up to something but I could just be observing you for now'. Shoving the the cup into Ali's hands he watched as the man's eyes flitted to the little cup. Hopefully this would be enough to satisfy him, Teddy wasn't exactly up for cooking a full English breakfast today just for this idiot, he'd only do that for Dan because, well, because it was Dan.

Ali's gaze was on him again ... what else could he possibly want?

“If they are 'up to something' then I'm feeling a little left out”, Ali playful coos to Teddy.

“You feeling left out? Teddy?” The younger man's hands move playfully closer to Teddy's hips causing a girlish 'eep' to escape his breath. Didn't look like a cup of tea was going to satisfy Ali now did it?

“I ... what ... ah ... Ali !” was all Teddy could splutter out in the moment of weakness; Ali always got what he wanted. Even if the giver didn't feel the same way they would still give to him because he was the puppeteer.

 

Only ten minutes later had the pair both stripped of and caused a fire of sorts in the front room. It was so going to need cleaning again. Not feeling that he had pulled Teddy's full potential from this experience he wanted to find something else to use to claim Teddy. Ah! The rocking chair looked fun.

 

For Teddy on the other hand this wasn't 'fun'. It was the opposite of fun. This was just him being used again, like everyone else did. Who didn't use him for personal gain? There wasn't anyone who did it for Teddy alone now was there.

Ali's cold sticky hand slid past his hip as he began to thrust again into Teddy.

The rocking chair broke.

A loud crash could be herd from the other side of the house.

“Dan!” cried Teddy as he came.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:5/?

Pairings: Dan Hetherton/ Teddy Hetherton aka Hethercest

Warnings: a cello

Summary: So yeah maybe it was OK to cling to him but I only did to him, only ever him.

He'd happily cling to him for eternity because Teddy was his and no-one else would take him away from him would they?

Notes: I swear Dan has more bad luck than Ali sometimes -.- enjoy

 

In his mind he was still there, still in that room with Steven. Dan shuddered as he pulled himself deeper into the corner of the music room hiding himself under Teddy's old cello. It somehow still smelt of Ted, it was comforting. Why hadn't he come looking for him yet? Normally if he was like this Ted would have come running straight to this room and asked him what was wrong. It hadn't happened though. Why?

Had Teddy finally stopped caring about him. NO, that couldn't be it. Maybe he just hadn't seen him but he had made a lot of noise when he practically broke through the door. In all cases he had been lucky this morning. The word lucky seemed to make his stomach turn. Yeah, he was lucky alright, lucky he had only had to bear it for twenty minutes instead the usual more brutal shift that was forced on him. It's not like he came to the guy, the guy always knew where he was. Did he know now? No he couldn't know he was in this room. This was his and Teddy's room. So why wasn't he here already?

Not having Teddy to cling to, Dan decided the cello would have to be the replacement for his brother. It wasn't half as good as Ted though. More like the opposite, it was hard and uncomfortable and after 5 minutes he gave up on it. Sobbing loudly he pulled himself back into the foetal position, rocking himself as he did so. It would all be OK. Wouldn't it?

He had been lucky though, that for once he undid the cuffs and left the room for a 'thinking session'. It had also been lucky that he knew the art of sneaking about silently from those times he didn't want to wake up his brother. Also knowing the layout helped and the random clothing. The only unlucky thing was the hot wax that had been dropped on his feet (amongst other places) was what had made it harder to walk. Just thinking about it made him curl even deeper inside himself.

Sniffing to himself Dan tried his best to warm himself up, any kind of warmth at this moment was nice, it hurts. His body still hadn't recovered and he really needed to shower but he couldn't. He wasn't going to do anything till Teddy got here and made it all go away. He needed him right now; how pathetic was that? He needed someone else to make him feel safe. It's Teddy though, his big brother, his most important person....

So yeah, maybe it was OK to cling to him but only him, only ever him. He'd happily cling to him for eternity because Teddy was his and no-one else would take him away from him would they? If someone did try to take him then he would gouge their eyes out with his drumsticks. Smiling slightly, the blonde tried opening his eyes again, he was still alone. He wanted to go find his brother now but that would mean leaving this room; he can't leave this room. He had to wait. So instead, he took in his surroundings once more, it had been so long since he had been in this room as they spent most of their time practising at Alex's these days. There was a cobweb linking itself between two cymbals and a toms drum, there were similar cobwebs linking themselves between Teddy's basses as well as a good layer of dust. A small crack of light reflected off an old mirror at the other end of the room.

Dan should try walking again, that's what he keeps saying to himself as he refers to himself in the third person. It's hard though as he attempts to pull himself up, having no energy really wasn't helping things. He had got to his knees which was a start, then just as he goes to one knee a loud crash can be heard from the front room. Startled, he slips, the nearby cello falling on top of him in the process.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:4/?

Pairings: Dan Hetherton/ Teddy Hetherton aka Hethercest

Warnings:aprons and yellow rubber gloves

Summary: Teddy was the only one to see Dan single handedly break down about taping over Teddys' Thomas the Tank engine video.

Notes: I have a thing for childhood memories I swear because Dan is happy in them most of the time...

 

“That was Dan just then wasn't it?” mused Teddy. It had definitely been Dan who had just come through the front door. Even though it sounded more like a herd of elephants, that was definitely Dan. So if it was his idiotic brother then what the heck made him like that.? So Teddy quickly slid back indoors making sure that he didn't alert his brother that he was in fact in the house. There were footprints, the marks were murky with a hint of red in it, was that blood? Maybe if he followed the footsteps he'd find the source of the problem.

But...

He couldn't exactly leave Dan on his own. Whenever he was like this it was a bad move to leave him alone. No-one knew the stuff that went on inside the Hetherton household or even inside their little den. Teddy was the only one to see Dan single handedly break down about taping over Teddys' Thomas the Tank engine video. It hadn't stopped at the break down though as he remembers the five year old Dan stomping outside claiming he would get them to re-air the episodes he had taped over whilst Ted tried to explain that it didn't matter. In the end that had only been the beginning. Damn, he hoped that Dan wasn't suicidal, he really couldn't deal with that again. The elder had seen some horrific things in his time but the time where Dan had tried to choke himself with his own drumsticks had really freaked him out. That had only been a year ago.

A single tear graced the the man's face, he loved Dan. He loved Dan more than he should, so why wouldn't Dan at the very least tell him what was going on. It was still tempting though. To go out find the culprit and beat him senseless. As he took a glance out the opal windows, that sat adjacently in the entrance, he noticed the on coming rain cloud. Well it looked like the weather didn't agree with violence, so in turn Teddy turned away from the door but instead of going to find Dan he went into the kitchen.

Pulling out many different cleaning utensils he began to work on washing away the footprints so that no-one else asked any questions. Five footsteps in and he has definitely found some blood. There's something else though and its definitely not blood. So to give it a more thorough inspection he pokes it and pokes it and pokes it and then freaks out and runs to the sink to wash his hand thoroughly. That was definitely wax, melted wax. Who in their right mind puts small drops of melted wax on peoples feet, he was sure a bit of skin had been attached to the bit of wax. Dan. Whoever it is you better tell me about it when I come to find you. After thoroughly scrubbing his finger about five more times he deemed it clean enough to continue but agreed to washing it at-least three more times after he had finished cleaning up the footprints. As he continued the joyous task of cleaning the carpet he noticed the marks becoming more faint. Good at-least he didn't have to clean the trail until he found Dan, he didn't feel like comforting his brother in the apron he was currently wearing, or the yellow rubber gloves for that matter.

Dan had done that once to him though, not to comfort, not really sure what for in all honesty but it worked. He had been so busy with his cello and wasn't giving Dan the normal amount of attention that he would (he had a reason for this but that is not important at the moment). Then he had done it. Dan had walked in on Teddy practising the cello wearing nothing more than a apron and yellow gloves. He couldn't continue playing as the bow had decided to leave and go on holiday. Neither of them said anything, Dan had just winked and turned and left the room practically flashing him a very plump vital region know as his ass. After that he never could look at a cello the same way again.

Ah. no more footprints to wash away. I guess it was time to go find his beloved blonde brother. Inhaling deeply Teddy walked through the door. Stopping almost immediately as he realised he was still wearing the apron.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:3/?

Pairings: Dan Hetherton/ Teddy Hetherton

Warnings: if you dont feel sorry for Dan in this than Steven will come for you !

Summary:Fuck. His wet clothes were no-where to be seen and his arms had already been handcuffed to a pole not to far from his head. Fuck, fuck, fuck and a little more fuck to finish it off.

Notes: my friend thinks im very disturbed for writing this chapter...

 

His breathing was heavy. Dan had rushed back home faster than a wasp to a window. After finally pulling himself round the door frame he realised that Teddy wasn't asleep any more. Damn, he was always there when Teddy woke up. Today really wasn't going well for him, was it?

After waking up from another horrible dream involving the incident from the night before Dan had decided to take a run, it was only 3am but at least this way he wouldn't be bothered by anyone and he would be able to make it back in time for Teddy to wake up. So after changing into his jogging gear he admired himself in the mirror. His soft blonde hair which was beginning to curl around his neck looked greasy due to the fact he hadn't washed in four whole days. The once energetic ocean blue eyes were surrounded by small bits of sleep and were still quite blood shot. Sleep really wasn't doing him any favours. After covering up the bruises around his neck with a fluffy blue scarf, Dan silently tiptoed out of his brothers room, doing his best not to wake him up in the process. The jog had been going fine for about the last hour, when he decided it was time to turn back and get home as it would take him a hour at least to get back. So as the blonde pivoted on his brand new white trainers he had the misfortune of gaining some more bad luck to slip over into a very large puddle and knock himself out in the process. It didn't get any better though. When he finally regained consciousness he found himself somewhere he really didn't want to be, he had only been here the night before. Fuck. His wet clothes were no-where to be seen and his arms had already been handcuffed to a pole not to far from his head. Fuck, fuck, fuck and a little more fuck to finish it off. Sighing, Dan braced himself for the same routine, in which he was teased, abused and in the end raped by the same blasted bloke for the last 3 months. Even though he knew what was coming, even though he couldn't be afraid because that wasn't him. Daniel Hetherton is never afraid and he wasn't going to start crying for his mummy any time soon but he was considering Teddy. The room was ice cold and highlight the fact that he had already started crying, the tears seemed to come from no-where as the created patterns across his face. This was the first time he had cried before anything had happened. Dan regretted getting up for a jog without at least leaving Ted a note, there was no way he'd make it back in time before the elder woke up now. In turn without the note Teddy would get worried and if Teddy was worried everyone else would get worried, that includes the family and the band. He didn't want any of them worrying. This was his problem and he would deal with it. Somehow...

A echo of footsteps slowly became clearer before the rusted metal door in the far right corner of the room swung open adding to the already deep dent in the wall at its side. There stood Mr Jigsaw, Mr Steven Jigsaw. That was the guys name, or the named he claimed to have. Dan knew it was a alias though but all in all didn't care. Right now he just wanted to go home and cling to Teddy like he always did. There was nothing he could do stop Mr Jigsaw though as he observed the fact that the large overly tanned ogre like man was sporting nothing more than a leaf to hide his, well you know what leaves tend to hide. The man's odour could be smelt even from Dan's side of the room, he could tell the man had thrown on at least six different concoctions of deodorant. Yuck, that is all that could really describe it. Flinching at the sight of wax it dawned on the young one that wax would be used this morning. He hated it when he used wax but where the wax would be used scared Dan more.

A cold laugh echoed in the chamber as Mr Jigsaw saw the boys fear and the tear tracks that already stained his gorgeous face. Today would be fun. Today would be really fun.

 

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Part:2/?

Pairings: Dan Hetherton/ Teddy Hetherton aka Hethercest XD

Warnings:not much for this chapter unless strongbow and cocopops is a warning :P

Summary: To his surprise, his little brother who always waited for him to get up, was nowhere to be found.

Notes:this ones not as long D: dont worry the next two at-least are longer

 

It's early morning when Teddy groggily opens his eyes to a hint of sunlight passing through the opal coloured curtains. After stretching and rubbing away the last of the sleep in his eyes, the young man checks his reflection in the mirror next to him. His soft brown hair was as messy as usual but nonetheless feathery as Dan would put it. His skin was still lightly tanned from the recent family holiday in Portugal, the singular streak of sun light grazing his still slightly moist neck. Beautiful. Passing the moistness off as sweat from the night, his eyes turn to the rest of his bed. To his surprise, his little brother who always waited for him to get up, was nowhere to be found. Feeling slightly uneasy about this, he quickly slipped on a pair of jeans that he had casual thrown to the side 3 nights ago. After finishing the look with a simple deep blue shirt and a zip-up jacket just in case he needed to search the nearby woods. Looking to his left, he takes one final look in the mirror to make sure he's presentable before walking down to the kitchen where he hoped to find the younger one munching away on some weird concoction hopefully not as dangerous as Strongbow and Coco pops. After walking through many doors he finally finds his way into a unusually quiet kitchen. Teddy takes this silence as a sign that it must be after 10, otherwise he would have caught his father going out for work and his youngest brother complaining about school. His brothers made him feel old. Maybe they seemed younger because they always had their parents' attention. It doesn't bother him, at least that is what he tells himself as he gazes along the ocean blue surfaces of the kitchen area. A singular plate catches his eye. Smiling to himself he goes over and takes the small offering off the plate and savours the flavour from last nights makizushi rolls.

“Dan must have left this out”, he mused.

After placing the plate into the dishwasher he set out to the garden hoping to find some idea of where Dandykins had disappeared off to.

After opening the singular white door which lead to the garden Teddy quickly snatched up his keys that had been left on the side table. As he stepped out into the still misty garden the elder observed the row of deep green pine trees that covered the edge of the garden, looking like a entrance to another world. He wouldn't have gone in there would he? From what Teddy could remember those woods didn't hold the fondest memories for Dan and him for that matter. For example, there was the time when Dan got lost one night when he claimed he was going to defeat the beast of the forest and it took Teddy three hours to find his brother shivering under a oddly shaped canopy of leaves. He'd clung to Ted extra hard that day and he clung to Ted a lot anyway but that was the first night Dan had started sleeping in his bed with him. Dan always spent one night a week with him after that. He better not be in there for Christ's sake. Just as he is about to begin to walk in he hears the front door slam and a desperate movement of feet rush through the front room.

Title: Teddy bears and little toy soldiers

Author: its me again :P

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Dan Hetherton/ Teddy Hetherton (maybe others later on if you want)

Warnings:none in this part :(

Summary: its not easy being the eldest, its not easy being strong. Everybody hides there problems but for how long can they hide their need for each other.

Notes: I feel bad for what i'm going to put Dan through... comments are love ^^

 

It's a normal dream that Teddy finds himself indulging in. A childhood memory. He finds himself in a dimly lit room filled with old books from his parents' vast collections. The books are in different conditions; some are tattered and torn, some having lost their covers, some worn away and some that were in perfect condition. The candle light is all that extrudes any warmth or happiness, over to the right of him is the fireplace. His parents are talking feverishly about something, he doesn't know what they're saying though. They exchange a smile to each other after a certain set of words were exchanged between the pair, a smile that they never shared with him. Being the first child of six does that to you. He'd never needed their attention anyway, never craved for their arms to hold him in. Why was that? Why didn't he crave his parents as much as his siblings did? Now, though, he's standing in the front room, barely standing of course though but it was still pretty good for someone who was one year old. Even his first birthday hadn't really been about him though had it? It had been all about the “great news” that he'd be getting a brother or sister soon around the beginning of August.

You know, for a dream this was quite depressing for the chocolate-eyed young man as he watched through the eyes of his baby self. How many 22-year-olds can even remember this far back. It's interesting really it is though. No siblings to bother him, nobody taking his things or asking for his help. It was nice.

It feels unusually lonely though. Oh, that's right, as he notices the bump on his mother, that's Dan in there - his lovely little brother hasn't been born yet. That explains why he feels so lonely. Not having Dan clinging to him, trusting him and being there with him. It would have been awfully lonely without him. It's still cold though and his parents don't seem to realise that he wants attention. That sounds about right though, they're getting ready for Dan, so Dan should get the attention. Dan always did get the attention, didn't he though? Never little old Teddy - how long had he been called that, Teddy?

Not having any longer to dwell on those thoughts he finds himself awake in his bed. He's not alone though because he's there with him. Dan was right there next to him. Cuddling innocently to his side, that was what Dan did best. Cling to him. Smiling to himself, the elder lay back down hoping that he hadn't disturbed his brother by bolting up from bed. It wasn't like him to bolt in the first place, mind you, but Teddy is sleepy and doesn't give it much thought.

Not long after he'd fallen back to a dreamless sleep it continued. The crying continued. The entire reason that Ted had woken up was because his “Dan senses” were waking him up. But they wouldn't wake him again. They'd given him a chance and he'd missed it.

 

So Dan lays there. Silently sobbing into the crook of his brothers neck. He's shivering. Only 2 hours before had it happened. Had he found himself in a situation he didn't want to be in. He was Dan though, he'd always been praised and loved. He was strong and tall and oh yes he was handsome and lets not forget vain. No wonder really. No wonder he'd got caught in that situation. The blonde refused to let anyone know though. What had just happened and what had been happening for the past 3 months. He was Dan Hetherton, no way was he going to ask for help. No way was he going to reach out to anyone, not even Teddy. How long had he called him that, Teddy? Since he could remember he'd called him Teddy because he was soft, warm and comforting. But when did he give him that name?

As the questions continued into his mind he was glad he'd found a safe distraction from the incident at hand. He could count on Teddy even at times like these because he was his teddy bear.

Title: Tea

Author: Moi

Pairing: Alex Davies/ Ed Minton

Warnings: none unless fluff Is a warning

Summary: Alex attempts to make tea but is failing miserably

Notes: fist time posting something ever o.o enjoy.

Tea

 

It's simple really. If you look at it from that angle it is really, really, reallllyyyy simple. So why is it for the last half hour has Ed been watching Alex attempting to make tea.

He understands that Alex is a bit disgruntled since his birthday but it wasn't his fault that his mum was there or that she'd hit him with a umbrella for coming over ... was amusing though. After concocting a small smile as the image of Alex being chased away by his mother with a umbrella (which would do to anyone with a sense of humour), Ed realises that the younger one is still trying to make tea, its starting to annoy him but he can’t just go over and help. That would hurt the idiot’s pride. So, for another 20 minutes he gazed at the attempts at making tea. Each time it seemed to get worse and worse and the urge to go over and make it for him got higher and higher.

After another 10 minutes Alex had succeeded in scolding himself with hot water, scolding himself with cold water, temporarily blinding himself with the tea bag, tripping over his jeans, tripping over the toaster, tripping over his own feet and looking like a drowned rat. It was like watching a kid try really hard but really all you want to do is wrap him up and put him to bed.

It had been a hour now this had been going on, maybe he should step in, help him make the tea, help him fix his wounds, help him get his wet clothes off, help him get changed, help him wake up and help himself to Alex's lips. Wait a minute. When did that come into my head really he must be getting tired himself. After deciding that this couldn't go on any longer (he just didn't want to know if there was any other way to get hurt making tea) Ed slipped of his stool and moved across the silky redwood floorboard towards the danger zone that is Alex plus hot water. After carefully tiptoeing around some broken glass, a hamster wheel and some discarded toast the elder finally reached his destination.

"Alex?" Ed spoke simply as Alex went to get another tea bag and froze.

"Eddie what are you doing here?" Alex frantically responded after realising he was behind him.

"Well last time i checked i still lived here and i really fancy some tea." Ed friendly finished as he went to reach for a tea bag, his hand was swatted away. Seriously what was up with Alex today mused Ed i really do hope he’s not still being a sourpuss over the fact the fact he wanted some tea.

"No", Alex spoke softly as he went to make some tea again but accidentally sending the kettle flying.

In a sudden ninja sense of danger Ed not only grabbed Alex out of the way of the incoming kettle of doom but also found time to catch the kettle and place it back on the counter. Really Alex only seemed to worry him these days and for crying out loud they so weren't going to have tea now.

"Lex you al-right..?" Ed questioned quizzically down at the mop of hair in his arms. He was avoiding his gaze on purpose wasn't he?

"Alex", Ed repeated this time with a ring of annoyance,"let’s not have tea ok". After setting down the silent lump with the aura of the most sour demon you could meet on a Friday night, Ed found himself getting a cold bottle of green tea out of the fridge, that’s what he loved about tea. You could have it hot or cold, cup or bottle and it still managed to taste brilliant. After taking a long awaited mouthful of tea he found Alex not where he left him.

After looking around like a lost lamb he finally found him in the one place he really shouldn't be. Again. Seriously when was he going to just give up and just go get some sleep? Deciding that it was best for his own sanity, Ed turned away to make himself feel less guilty. There were no sounds of broken objects, no sudden movements to avoid boiling water and no squeaking at dangerously flung tea bags. It was worse than watching it, by not watching it he couldn't stop Alex from hurting himself, couldn't stop him from damaging the kitchen, couldn't at least see what he was doing wrong. He couldn't just look back now could he; it would be admitting he was worried about him. Admitting that if Alex hurt himself he would probably panic and think he was dead. Oh god was he was dead. Death by tea. That doesn't sound like a very good way to go but it wasn't death by tea was it? Technically, it was death by attempting to make tea. Now that just sounds like something in one of those sad little dramas where there’s a ridiculous death that never happens. Only Alex could die in a way that never could take place. Oh God! Alex was dead and it was his entire fault because he’d turned his back. What kind of friend was he. Not a good one that’s for sure. He'd killed is best friend by not grabbing the half-wit and taking him to bed when he had the chance.

Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and he found himself flying 3 feet into the air and screaming like the little girl everyone claims he is. Breathing heavily Ed slowly turned around to find Alex smiling at him innocently a cup of tea in his hand.

"It’s for you" Alex simply stated as Ed's face went from white to red.

Confused but glad that death had not come to take his Alex away from him kept him from keeping the deep blush from disappearing. The tea had been for him! Alex had gone to all that trouble just for a cup of tea, a cup of tea that he wasn't even going to drink. He couldn't say he wasn't happy to have a cup of tea but it kept bugging him.

"Why did you KEEP messing it up and then suddenly do it when I tried to stop you??" Ed practically reeled out the confusion in one breath and found himself wondering if he was going to stay pink for the rest of his life. Alex just laughed.

"Isn't it obvious" Alex stated cheekily "I wanted you to worry about me".

alas i have found myself able to write at last =D
think i may have something for minorslash soon =]
but due to my lack of knowledge on how to use lj cuts (i've tried to use them but they just dont seem to like me -.-)
i need to post it differently. i've herd of posting links to journals i think that should work.
only going to be small mind you but hey its better than nothing.

watch this space =[]

 
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things keep going up and down in life so ive decided to distract myself with some slash.... mcfly slash to be pacific :D

ok im now readin elliot minor slash and i already want more lol
tempted to wrie some myslef but i have no idea where to begin
any ideas wld be helpful :P
i think i cld write.......... jus need to get into that frame of mind should be interesin............
now i betta use my brain talk soon

lol
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bye :P:P

heya im back again wouderin if i shld or shldnt do something as per usual.
been flickin through some good ryden fics and a very interstin fanfic with ryan as a cupcake lol.
averything seems to be good and ive seen things change around me im happy i just hope everyone else is.....

i guess you could say im getting persistent but then i am bored but then so are alot of people these days. everyone has their own opinions on how this should work i guess im just getting used to this crazy thing but then there isnt much else to do this summer. maybe i will find out some more stuff to do with this problem it would be useful.
i hate being new at something because you just get confused and considering im probably the only one of my friends on this its kinda lonely at the moment........... damn im bored why did my mates have to go on holiday :(
wish i had someone interesting to talk to............

if i was invisable for 24hours i would have to take up investigating all of my friends just to freak them out lol

yawn im sittin in the front room bored agian........
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...my cats surround me making me sleepy.
the tvs on which is funny as its jack dee haha

bored
realy bored i dunno what to do atm any ideas out there lol ^^
i reali do need to keep myself busy i h8 jus sitting around doing nothing