*Ivy*
I lock myself into Zac's apartment. He has given me the spare key and as he should be home soon, I decided to go wait for him. I had ended up spending almost three hours drinking coffee, eating pie and talking with Tom, he is really easy to talk to, and so sweet.

After cleaning up a bit, I go take a shower, before flopping down on the bed. I am wondering how much I should tell Zac about the photo shoot. I mean he will probably see those photos, so maybe it is better that I explain it myself first.

My phone buzz. 'Sorry baby, an old friend just called that he is in town. Would it be okay if I go grab a drink with him before coming home ? It won't be long'.

Trust Ivy, you need to trust him. 'Of course Zac, no need to rush. I'll be here waiting for you. Have a good time love'.

He answers right away. 'Thank you Freckles. I promise, it's just one or two drinks. See you in a bit my love'.

I turn on the tv in the bedroom. But apparently it has been a harder day than I thought and soon I slip of to sleep.

*Zac*
I walk into the hotel, spotting Tom at the bar. He is nursing a glass of whiskey, looking lost in his own thoughts. To be honest I owe Tom a lot and I am kind of sad we don't see each other more often.

Actually he probably saved my life. It was at the 2013 nerd HQ. We had just spend some time together in the fall 2012 filming Thor the dark world and he had voiced concern over my behaviour a couple of times. What he didn't know was that I was always on my best behaviour working, spiralling out of control when I had time of.
At nerd HQ I was spending the days pissed of my face, taking every pick me up drug I could get my hands on and well fucking every woman there who had the guts to make a pass at me. I was a mess and close to going over the edge into a serious abuse, to end up in a real addiction.

Tom was the only one reacting or noticing, or maybe the only one not scared of my reaction. He literally houled me out of there, sat me down in his hotel room, looking at me with those piercing eyes. "So Zac, tell me why you are so hell bent on killing yourself".

I had been about to deny it, to spill out the usual shit about just being young and wanting to have fun. But there was something about the way he looked at me. The real and honest concern he showed that made me break, spilling out everything about my childhood and not feeling good enough. About all my fears and concerns.

Tom just sat there, holding my hand and listening intently. And when I was done he told me how sorry he was for me, but that the choice was mine now. I needed to decide if I wanted to let the demons kill me or if I wanted to fight them.

We talked the whole night, and he really opened my eyes to a lot of things. After that I got help, even though I didn't feel it was really for me. I also worked a lot with myself. And I managed to step back from the brink of disaster. Granted I am still a fuck up and I am no were as sane as I would like to be, but without his intervention I would probably not have been alive today.

So I have a great amount of respect for Tom, he checks in on me from time to time and we always talk when we get together.

"Hi Tom, good to see you man". I walk up to him and he immediately gets up to hug me the way only Tom can hug you.

He holds me out at an arm's length, letting his eyes run over me. "Holy shit Zac, what have you been doing, actually you look like you ate Zac. Good to see you too".

"Well I have been working out a lot and living healthier. I needed to for the part". I say sitting down next to him, realising how small he looks next to me now.

He sits down down on his stool to, picking up his drink. "I'm proud of you, that is bloody impressive Zac. Soo how are you holding up ?"

"I am doing fine Tom. I won't lie and pretend to not have my bad days and I still fall in now and again. But I got it under control". I tell him, ordering a whiskey.

He looks at me. "I am happy to hear you feel good Zac. I still think you should get some more help, get it all sorted out.. but you definitely look much healthier than you used to".

"So what about you ? How are you doing Tom ?" I am changing the subject and I know Tom has his own demons and problems.

A smile slides over his face. "I'm doing fine Zac, managed to wind down a bit, got a cute puppy and.. well I am here doing a commercial and I met the most amazing woman today".

"Oh you did now, did you ? Well tell me about her then.. is she hot ?" Tom is the type who almost always just met some amazing woman, mostly he never gets around to do anything about it.

He takes a sip from his drink. "She is much more than that. She is something very special, and I am not just saying that. She is beautiful, sexy, sweet and captivating. We did this shoot together and the director was a total douchebag, I ended up having her practically naked in my arms. Had to work most of the shoot with a major boner, it was so embarrassing".

"Oh wow, she must be out of the ordinary then". I say grinning at him. Trying to imagine what kind of woman who could have that effect on Tom, he is usually so collected.

He orders another whisky. "Oh she really is. I.. I kind of asked her out, just for coffee and we ended up talking for 3 hours. She is really smart and articulate".

"Well she sounds like the perfect woman for you Tom. Maybe this is the time you actually take the chance and do something about it". I tell him. He deserves to find someone great.

"Hey you might know her, she works with DC too.. Ivy Walker she is a local girl". Tom says and it is like the chair is pulled from under me and the earth stops spinning. No I must be imagining things.

I swallow and blink, feeling totally detached from my own body. "I know Ivy, she has a small role in my movie. You say you asked her out.. you mean like a date ?"

"Yeah, I mean it was just coffee and talking, for now.. but.. well we really got along, so maybe I'll ask her on a real date when we start on the commercial the day after tomorrow". He looks so happy, and for once he isn't very perceptive, as he don't see my heart shatter.

I mean how could I ever compete with Tom ? Perfect Tom. Tom that don't fuck up, who don't do drugs and definitely don't sleep with other women. Tom whom all women thinks is the hottest thing since the baked potato. I mean she already went on a date with him. If Tom wants her, she is lost to me.

I empty my glass, getting up. I need to get away. "Nice to see you Tom, I .. I need to go, sorry, see you around".

"Zac ! Zac is something wrong ?" Tom calls after me, but I halfway run out of there. The pain threatening to drown me.