Another boring car ride.. Tom thought, slumping back in his seat. He was quite bored of the same damn routine. Taking a ride to the hospital to touch a dead person. Bring them back to hear how they were slaughtered and traumatized. Then to just touch them and they're dead again. It was a saddening sight for Tom. It was part of the job; it was part of his gift everyone seem to say he was blessed with. Tom finds it an annoying pain in the ass.

"You know, you don't have to look so gloom." Tom's thoughts came to an closure. Tom glanced to his side to the detective. Same pointed horn-shaped Norwegian in his stupid detective uniform. "I was told this case may interest you."

Tom didn't reply, which gave Tord the notion to go on with what he was saying. "It regards a certain.. comrade. What was the name of the ginger fellow we went to school with? Matthew.." He took a moment to think before continuing. "I don't recall the last name. Well, I'm sure I can check the files once we get to the hospital!" Tord spoke chipper.

Tom didn't know any Matthew.. it took him a moment to realize. Oh. The memory of the young man came to mind, Tom shook his head. Trying to deny the fact that he's dead. "His name was Matthew Hemmings." His voice came out quieter then he intended it to.

He knew Matt from high school. Every detail of the man was still clear in Tom's memory; just as if Tom was staring at him right now. Matt was tall, his chin square shaped. He had an abundance of freckles that scattered on his cheeks and shoulders just as constellations would be scattered across the night sky. He was like a ball of sunshine, with a pure smile and bright aqua eyes. Ginger hair, which was bright as daylight. He had a nice slim figure. It was no wonder why the girls and guys stared; he was beautiful, not only in Tom's eyes but everyone else's. Tom always denied feelings for him. He always thought he was always too busy with others to date Tom. Besides, he ended up moving elsewhere Sophomore year. He hasn't spoken to Matt since then.

"Ahh yes, that was it. You know the man died in his ow--.." Tom wasn't paying attention anymore, his thoughts drifted elsewhere tuning out what Tord had to say. He didn't care, he rarely cared on what the Norwegian was about to say. He didn't get along with the Norwegian in high school, even now the tension still remains. Now that they're business partners, he tolerated him. That didn't mean he had to listen to him, but Tord did give him half his paycheck. Enough to keep his bar open and pay for the beverages. Tord's an annoyance, but he has cash.

Thoughts seem to cloud his sense of time as it passed but soon they arrived at the hospital building. It only came to apparent to him that they arrived when the car came to an abrupt stop.

Tom got out and shut his door. It took time for his eyes to adjust to the bright sun, it was the middle of the day. Bright as hell itself.

He glanced a look ahead, before them stood a crystal white building. Windows aligned indicating each floor. He was pretty sure they spent more money on the building and keeping it clean then actually taking care of the patients.

He quit letting his thoughts drift when hearing the door shut on Tord's side. "You know the drill." Tom doesn't need to be reminded. This is no different case to be solved. They start from the parking lot, then to the building itself. A woman greets them to the counter as usual. She was young. A bright smile as she greets the two.

"Please state your name and who you are here to visit." He's heard these words too many times to count.

"Detective Tord Lien, and Thomas Rosewood." He paused and showed her his ID. Tom caught Tord glancing at him beckoning him to do the same. He reached into his back pocket to fetch his ID and handed it to the clerk. "We are here to look over the body of Matthew Hemmings. I was told he would be in the morgue." He slides his files to the woman. Neatly inside a yellow packet.

She takes it hesitantly and looked over them quickly, then set her gaze back up. "Yes I do believe so. The morgue is in the basement. Go through the elevator, I'm sure there's someone waiting for you there." She handed the two their IDs and Tord his files and nodded. "Good day gentlemen."

"Good day too you as well." Blandly, he turned and Tom followed. The two got to the elevator, hitting the basements button.

Tord was the first to speak. "Are you sure you'll be up for this? Edd was always saying you had one sided feelings for--" he couldn't take anymore of the Norwegian's rambling.

"I'll be just fine!" Tom tried to keep his cool, but he ended up snapping. He took a deep breath before going on. "I'll be fine, just do what we have to do. What we've always done. Matt is no exception."

Tord raised an eyebrow, Tom's hands formed a fist when he heard a small chuckle. Was that doubt he was detecting? Well whatever it was he couldn't have the time to take it in. The doors opened and the two stepped inside and went toward. It was a big room, machines Tom didn't know the uses of and steel carts were scattered. There was only four carts but it looked plentiful.

There was one doctor there. An older man, maybe late 40s. The two caught his attention because he stopped what he was doing and went over. "Detective?" When Tord nodded, he smiled. "I'll go get the body and leave you two be." He exited the room and into another. Tom could tell it was the freezer. The ice fog was visible to where the two was standing. It took time, but the doctor finally rolled in the body. Tom caught a Tord giving Tom a worried glance. He looked to the doctor. "Thank you." The doctor took his leave, going to the elevator and letting the doors envelope him.

Tord went over and threw the blanket covering him. Tom hesitated to step toward. Matt was as gorgeous as ever. His ginger hair was neatly pointed up, instead of a spiked mess. He looked matured, not as dorky as he was in high school. He looked peaceful, asleep almost. He almost didn't want to disturb him by touching him. He heard a sigh from Tord. Tom didn't take that well. He gave a small tap on his forehead.

Matt stood up, alert. Looking around eyes widened. This was not a strange reaction. There was certainly worst.

"Did I pass out? Where am I?" Matt questioned, his head turning rapidly around. He stopped and looked to to the two. Tom almost melted when Matt's aqua eyes met his pitch black ones. He was stunning. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"You're at the hospital." Tord answered simply, he's done this so often he's used to saying this.

"Then I did pass out! Oh no, is my shop okay! I when can I go back?" He was alarmed, waving his arms.

"Just after you answer a few questions." He answered, letting Matt calm down before continuing. "For now I'd like you to answer a few questions regarding your dream.." Tord spoke casually and calmly. This was simple protocol, but to Tom this felt like everything.

"Oh! How'd you know about that?" He was chipper, he still had that gorgeous smile of his. He wondered if his touch was as still warm as high school. He restrained himself. He didn't want to kill him off, not yet anyway.

"Just a hutch. Can you tell us about it?" Tord already had his notebook and pen ready to jot things down.

"Oh! Yes I can! Okay, so I was helping around my flower shop. When this big bad guy comes around and starts yelling at my worker!" Matt does crazy gestures with his hands, it's adorable. "Now yelling isn't good for business! He was scaring everyone off!" Matt groaned and folded his arms. Me being a good owner explained that yelling isn't good. He then shot me! I don't remember much after that." He looks down confused, looking around.

"Do you know who this man was?" Tord was scribbling down notes. If Tom leaned in he could see what they were, but he didn't really care. He was focusing on Matt's breathing and smile. Two beautiful things he didn't want to see gone.

"Yes I do! Todd.. something. I don't remember all the people who come in my shop." Matt apologized, nodding. "I don't see how any of this is important through."

Tord groaned, it was always difficult to explain to the dead after all. "Well it is to me. I think that's all I need to know. Tom do your thing." Tom heard him, he didn't do his thing. He didn't touch the body again. He didn't want Matt to drop dead.

"Tom! How could I forget? Your eyes should've been a give-a-way! We went to high school together. Man I got to admit, are as handsome as I am!" Tom flushed red, smiling like an idiot. In highschool he had bad acne, braces, piercings. He was an awkward teenager.

"Handsome as you? Pshh I doubt it." Tom tried not to make eye contact. He never got compliments from anyone. He was told his eyes were cool, but that was it.

Matt chuckled, sighing. "You don't understand! Look in a mirror! You are as beautiful as ever. Oh course not as beautiful as I am. But comb that mess you call hair and you'll look great."

Tom chose to keep it all compliments. Looking back at Matt. All he could pay attention to is his bright eyes. He couldn't help but to stare.

"Are you okay? Your face is red! You're staring, just like you did when we were in high school."

Tom didn't know Matt noticed. He didn't exactly notice himself half the time. "Did I really stare at you?"

"Like lots! Well I think so. You can't really tell with your eyes!" Matt laughed, staring into his eyes. His eyes onto his own.. Tom smiled. "They're so pretty! Like space itself."

"Oh um thanks.." Tom was speechless, Matt usually gave everyone compliments but this was too much.

"And Tord! Same fork-hair style just like high school! Not wearing the same dirty red hoodie anymore. Nice." Matt complimented. Giving the two a smile. "It's surprising to see you two in a room together without you two wanting to kill each other!"

Tord smiled, and so did Tom. "Yeah, this is just work clothes. I still have the same red hoodie." He paused before sighing. "Don't worry not much has changed, I still hate this fucking loser. We're business partners."

"Well it's good to see you two not killing each other! Man I want to see Edd now. You three were the bestest friends anyone could ask for." He smiled sighing. "Come on and give me a hug for all time sake!" Matt laughed, and Tom stared mortified. He held out his arms, looking to the two. Tord stepped forward and hugged Matt. Now it was Tom's turn.

"No.. no hugs for me." Tom backed up, he wasn't going to loose Matt. He didn't want to. Why would he want to loose that beautiful smile?

He saw Matt frown and his eyes droop. "Are you okay Tom? You looked like your talking to a ghost!" Matt was concerned he could knew it. He was talking to a ghost. A ghost that was beautiful and very much alive.

"I'm okay--"

"Tom.. Go give Matt his damn hug." Tord interrupted, he almost forgot he was there. By the sound of it, he was getting impatient with him.

Tom gulped, he didn't want to touch him. "I'm sick.. it's contagious. I don't want to get Matt sick." Tom spoke slowly, Tord grew angry. His face was scrunched up.

Matt giggled with a slight smile. "Well aren't you a sweetheart! I have a flower shop to run, so it'd be a terrible shame if I got sick."

Tord groaned, eyeing Tom down. He was in all sorts of deep trouble. "Tom would you mind stepping aside.." Tom agreed, he knew he had no real option anyway.

The two stepped aside, Tord no longer kept the calm composure. "Why aren't you touching him?" He spoke in a whisper, but the anger in his tone could be heard. Tom felt as if Tord knew the answer to his own question.

He hesitated a moment. "I don't want to commit murder.." Tom shrugged it off as casual, but the Norwegian wasn't laughing along with the joke.

"You've never had a problem with this!" Tord almost spoke above a whisper, but he kept his tone in place.

"Well--"

"Can I get up? My legs are getting tired here!" Matt complained, the two turned to him in an instead.

"N--"

"Yes! Yes you can! Feel free to leave actually! We can even give you a ride home!" Before Tord can even say a word, Tom already shouted out a response. Tord didn't seem as thrilled as Matt was, quite the opposite.

The Norwegian was staring daggers at Tom.. The Brit had some explaining to do. It was obvious. "Yes.. Wait outside. My colleague and I have to discuss something." Tom rather have Matt in the room, just so if Tord kills him he has a witness.

"Alrighty!" Matt practically bounced off the cart and zoomed to the entry way. He was a ball of sunshine.. He always has been. Adorable.

He was staring at Matt's moments. He was spaced out until Tord slapped him. "What was that? Remember saying, Matt is no exception? Well apparently your own words are bullshit! What are you thinking?"

Tom doesn't even know what he was thinking. He was admiring Matt the entire time, he didn't think. He just acted. "I'm sorry, I panicked." Tom mumbled, rubbing the spot he was hit. He wanted to start crying, but not in front of Tord of course.

"You panicked. You fucking panicked." Tord groaned, his palm covering his face in agony. "Well since you decide to panic, you have to explain to him that he's dead and that he should remain dead."

He gave it a quick thought. He didn't like the sound of that. "So I'm now the grim reaper? Great." Tom was full of jokes, the situation they weren't in was no joke.

"Play grim reaper for all I care, just make sure you kill him off." Tord huffed, eyeing him then turning to the elevator. That left Tom alone there wondering what he should ever do.

He followed Tord after a few moments. What should he do. He walked passed the counter lady. She sat there horrified, most doctors stood still. Guess it was from seeing the dead get up and leave. Tom got this reaction seeing the dead rise. Even then, he got this reaction himself all the time. With the souls black eyes and the ability to bring the dead back to life. He's been known as an actual demon, he's had priest actually try a exorcism on him. It never works, he can walk into a church easily. He can stand to stare at a cross and if he cared enough he could drink holy water. There was no explanation for his eyes. His gift nor his eyes have been explained. He's a walking mystery.

He walked out. Time must've passed quickly, the sun was already going down. It wasn't too late. Maybe around 6? He had no idea what the time was.

Tord was talking to Matt. Who was as chipper as ever. When Tord saw Tom he was glaring. Making him uneasy. "Matt, Tom is going to be your caregiver. We can't have you passing out again."

Tom looked to Matt, the two staring to each other. Tom stepped back. "My bar isn't going to run itself! What do you expect, me to take the night off?"

"Edd can fill in for you.." Tord looked to him. Raising an eyebrow. "I don't expect you to take care of him more than a day you know."

He wants him dead by tomorrow. That's too soon. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm plenty sure. Now let's go, I'm sure you two will need to discuss things." He knew exactly what Tord wanted. He knew he wanted Matt dead. Tom didn't, he doesn't think he could ever see Matt's eyes close for longer than a blink.

"Do I get a say in this?" Matt asked but no one answered. "I can have my cousin stay over. I feel fine." Matt reassured Tord but he shook his head.

"You're stuck with Tom. You have no say in this." Staying with him is going to be terribly painful. He could already tell..

Matt frowned looking to Tom and slightly smiled. "I'm happy I can be with you then. It'd be nice to catch up!" Matt always looked to the bright side of things. It was something a downer like him can appreciate.

"Yeah.. we can catch up." Tom rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Agreeing with him. He likes the idea.

When they reached the car. "I call shotgun!" Matt cheered. He ended up sitting in the front with Tord. He didn't mind. Tord and Matt conversed in the front. He was left out, but sometimes he would contribute to the conversation. It was mostly about jobs and things they've done. Matt was successful with his flower shop, Tom's ordered flowers from there before for his mother. He had to admit, they were lovely. He didn't know Matt run the damn shop or he would've tried to talk to him like that.

The ride seemed to take forever. The entire time in the car ride Tom was focusing on Matt's voice. How his voice when up and down, his laugh was smooth and beautiful. Any detail the Brit took in and smiled. "We're here!" Matt got out in an instant. Matt opened Tom's door, but Tom decided to use the other door.

"I'm sick, remember." Tom chuckled nervously, and Matt nodded his head in agreement.

"Have fun you two. Remember, Tom if things get handsy. Just call me." He winked, and as soon as Matt was on the side walk Tom zoomed off. Now it was him and Matt.

Great.

"So Tom, how sick are you?" Matt asked, going over to the door. He looked through his pockets and sighed. Bending down to get a spare key. He opened the door with that.

"It's um.. pretty bad." Tom shrugged, following Matt inside.

"It really isn't a good thing you're staying here then. What do you have? I can help!" Matt offered, smiling. He flipped the switch and took in the light. Smiling. His house wasn't extravagant or big, but it was cozy. They walk in, and enter the living room.

Matt takes off his shoes and looks to Tom stepping inside. Tom took off his. "Matt I'm allergic to you is the thing." Matt stopped in his tracks, looking at Tom as if he'd went insane. "Well actually you're allergic to me."

Matt tilted his head, yeah he's definitely confused. "You're supposed to be dead." Matt still didn't say anything. "When I touch the dead, they come back to life! If I touch them again. They're gone for good!"

He heard a small gasp from Matt. Looking to Tom in horror. "I can't believe..." Matt was downright wheezing after that. "I missed you, you're hilarious!" Matt laughed, Tom backed away. Dear god he's more ignorant than Tom could deal with. The Brit pulled out his phone.

Sent at 6:45
» He's not believe me that I can make the dead LIVE

Commie fuck
» Well then prove it to him. Touch him, I'm sure he'll believe you after that.

» that'll kill hien.
»him

Commie fuck
» That's exactly what you're supposed. Now go on and do that. Don't disappoint.

Tom put his phone in his back pocket. It was true. Well he better text Edd about him looking over the bar tonight. It's going to be a long night..