idontreallyspar: ([Hatch] Graceson)
It had been waiting back for them in Los Angeles...his wedding gift to her. She’d seen it, but she didn’t know it was for her...for them. It wasn’t very big or splashy, but it was a good gift...the perfect gift. It was a place they could call their own...a perfect way to start their new life together.

The house was a steal, but still a little expensive...Tom hadn’t cared. When he’d seen the place with Rachel prior to the wedding...another installment of their endless talks about the future...he’d fallen in love. It had a nice lawn and a modest backyard, and room to grow with a little renovation. It wasn’t a dream house, and it might not have been the perfect house...but it was a good house to start a life together.

It should have been their home...but that wasn’t going to be the case now.

Instead, his home was a rickety little shelter on the beach of an uncharted island, with no hope of rescue. It was the pounding of the waves to wake him where he lay beside Rachel every morning, a stretch of beach he didn’t belong on, a primitive little island society he never wanted to be part of.

But now he was...and with Rachel again, as well as a baby on the way. He was, essentially, part of a family more ways than he ever imagined. And it wasn’t a bad thing...but before, Tom couldn’t decide if it was a good thing.

Until he found himself bearing the weight of the name of ‘father’...and as the mantle fell across his shoulders, he knew that houses and hovels didn’t ultimately matter.

*There* was the place where he felt, for the first time, completely at home.

Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 303
idontreallyspar: (Tom Groovin)
[WITSEC clearance required] )

Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 539
idontreallyspar: ([Hatch] Graceson)
((NOTE: Based on RP that's taken place at [ profile] landof_reprisal, x-posted to [ profile] made_of_wire.))

Time is relative here on the island these watch still works, but I stopped wearing it weeks ago. )

Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 494
idontreallyspar: ([APO] Dark mood)
She wasn’t here.

He’d long since stopped looking...had no choice but to stop once shock really set in and threatened to knock him flat on his ass. So he sat now, by the light of the fire to warm his body and little else. The flames were too bright in his line of vision, the darkness too black to his shocky sight.

And in the jungle heat, warmed by the fire, he was still too damn cold.

As he swore to himself yet again that he’d renew his search for Rachel in the morning, he felt a sudden surge of warmth, starting at the core of him and bleeding into every a fire lit from the inside, cheerful and bright. It was almost enough to make him smile, almost enough to make him forget his loss.

It was then he noticed the woman, a statuesque redhead with blood red hair and the eyes of an old woman set in youthful, angelic features. She was devastatingly beautiful, and oddly enigmatic, but even seeing the knockout figure and exotic hair, he found she tugged at his heartstrings more than his hormonal interest. She was pleasant to look at, but not enough to kill his aching wish that the blood red hair was soft gold, and that the tall figure and knockout looks were instead a smaller figure topped with a sunny smile and bedroom blue eyes...

And as their eyes met, the warmth in him crested, consumed...and suddenly he didn’t feel the sting of solitude anymore. If he focused on the feeling and tried really, really hard, he could almost feel Rachel right there beside him, could almost hear her soft laughter...

A stocky, well-built man stepped into sight and laid his hand on the woman’s shoulder, diverting her attention. The moment she looked away from Tom, the spell was broken and ice filled his veins again.

Tom blinked, shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs. He watched as the walking wall of muscle led the woman away with surprising gentleness, despite the possessive way he pulled her against his side.

For a moment, Tom had almost been able to see Rachel’s face again.

And he had the strangest urge to thank the redhead for that.

Muse: Thomas Grace
Fandom: ALIAS
Words: 379


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