Entry tags:

fest: fqf_2008, fest: fqf_sept_2008, pairing: bill/tom, rating: pg

We Were Made To Fit Together (Tom/Bill, PG)
Title: We Were Made To Fit Together
Author: lovehotel
Pairing(s): Tom/Bill
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: Twincest, fluff.
Summary: Bill can't let it go.
FQF Prompt: The prompt: Bill and Tom watching The Notebook/City of Angels/other traurig movie. Tom could deal with some dying issues, Bill could tear up - yeah, basically just a lot of fluff and cooing :) Also, it intrigued me how in the TH TV Bill almost got mad to Tom for claiming that City of Angels wasn't sad - what was that about? (sumbitted by strssna
Author's notes: Not 100% following this prompt, the title is a line from the 1998 move City of Angels.

We Were Made To Fit Together

"I can't believe you don't remember that movie!" Bill said after they'd gotten from the airport to the hotel, with several more scenes for the new THTV episode boxed.

"I do remember," Tom said, putting the rest of Bill's bags down.

"No, you did not!" Bill said, shaking his head, straining his arms to get his heavy bag on the bed. He opened it and started pulling clothes from it. "You're so--I don't know. Sometimes I--" He looked tired and stressed.

"Bill, I do remember that movie, I promise."

"I don't get how you could not! It was unforgettable, it is one of my favourite movies, and--oh, forget it."

He was pouting now, and he intended to sulk, no doubt about it, Tom knew him inside out. But he was not prepared to let him. "What? Tell me?"

"I--" Bill looked at Tom as if he was going to say something hurtful but didn't really want to.

"Come one, I can take it," Tom said.

"I thought that, because it means something to me--that we could share it. That you'd really like it too. But we're not--not as--as I thought." He shook his head. "It's okay, it's just a movie. Doesn't mean anything."

"No, I do like that movie, I do, I promise," Tom assured him, walking up to where Bill was unpacking.

"I hate it when you lie to me, Tom," Bill said. He sounded extremely disappointed now, and sad, avoiding Tom's eyes.

That really wouldn't do. "I'm not lying. I never lie to you. I can't lie to you."

Bill looked up from the heap of folded t-shirts he'd been arranging and cocked an eyebrow. "Okay. Then what was your favourite part?"

Tom was stumped. He really, really liked that movie. Problem was that he had been there for it but hadn't actually watched it. He had, but only part of it. The opening, and--the ending credits. He'd stopped watching when--when Bill had warranted his attention more than the movie. Bill had been more interesting, definitely, and he loved the movie by association. And Bill had not seen all of the ending credits, he was sure of that, he had been turned away from the screen by then.

"The part--that part where you started crying."

Bill looked appalled. "That's cheap. You're not getting off that easy."

"But it's true. I swear."

"But I cried for most of it."

"I know," Tom admitted.

Bill sighed, his breath hitching a little. "Wow. I mean, I don't know what I expected. But that you like to see me sad is--"

"I don't like to see you sad!" Tom said. I he didn't explain Bill would think he was a sick fuck again. "I like to comfort you! Make you feel better. It's not the same."

"All right. Then tell me what you do remember. About the movie."

"Well, there was this angel, Nicholas Cage? And I thought it was funny that angels lose their hair, and, wait a minute--and he was in love with a surgeon, what's her face, Meg Ryan, and..." Tom really couldn't recall what happened after that.

"And?" Bill asked, arms crossed.

"Wait--I got distracted by you because I knew you were going to cry--and I looked at the screen again when you really started bawling!"

"And that was when?"

"A truck accident! The woman was in a truck accident and the angel wasn't an angel anymore!"

"Meaning?" Bill asked, expression still not softening.

"Meaning?" Tom wondered.

"What did it mean for them? That she died and he did not?" Bill asked. Tom could sense that his fate--his fate that night and possibly the day after at least--depended on how he answered that question.

"I--er--that they couldn't be together anymore?"

Bill rolled his eyes and opened a bottle of water, throwing his hair back before he drank. "Well, duh-uh! The whole point was that he tried so hard to become the same as she is, and when he finally manages, she dies, and well, turns into what he used to be I guess, making his sacrifice pointless. And they can never be together again and he stays behind alone." He let his hair fall down, and Tom could see that just summarizing the movie had made him tear up.

He was so cute, his mad little brother was so cute, but all the same, Tom knew he was still in the doghouse for missing the point of the movie. Next time he'd try to keep one eye on the screen and one on Bill, but for now he thought it would be better not to provoke him more. "I'll go over to my room. Call me if you need--anything." He was about to grab the doorknob when he felt Bill's hand on his back and held in.

"I remember what you were doing when she died," Bill said. He slipped both arms around Tom. "You were rubbing circles on my back, and you got me a glass of water and pushed a box of tissues in front of me. And when it was over you wiped the tears of my face and held me."

Tom nodded, breathing in deeply and turning around to face Bill. "Yeah."

"And then--" Bill whispered, but Tom interrupted him with a kiss.

He had kissed Bill and made love to him so he would no longer be sad and would stop thinking about lovers torn apart forever because that would never happen to him, Tom was going to make sure, there was no need to cry over tragic love stories like that and there never would be, not for them, he would never let it happen, if it killed him.

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