Phoenix
Title: Phoenix
Bandom: Blink 182
Pairing: None. Genfic.
Rating: PG
Summary: From ashes, it is reborn.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Barkers, Shanna, Mark, or Tom.
A/N: Written after the plane accident Travis and DJ AM were involved in.
Wordcout: 833
Tom had always hated hospitals. They made him flashback to the time he got his tonsils out when he was five and the week he had to spend eating nothing but orange Jell-O and honestly he hated orange Jell-O. He couldn’t not come, though. Even after everything, he had to come.
“Tom.”
Tom turned to the blonde woman behind him, flushing slightly and dropping his gaze to the floor. “Shanna… I…”
In two quick steps, Shanna was embracing him, pulling him close to her and whispering in his ear, “He’ll be happy to see you.”
Tom nodded jerkily, hugging her back before breaking away. “H-how is he?”
Shanna glanced over Tom’s shoulder and sighed, “Better. Mark’s with him now.”
Tom swallowed hard and glanced nervously over his shoulder. “I can come back.”
“Mark would be happy to see you, too.”
Tom shook his head. “No… No, I’ll come back.”
Shanna caught his arm when he tried to walk away. “No, Tom. You’re going to go see him. You’re here now.”
“But…”
“They are hurt and that hasn’t changed… But they will not turn you away. They miss you.”
“I miss them.” Tom whispered.
“So go in and tell them that.”
Tom nodded. His eyes were wide and he looked somewhere between terrified and completely panicked. Shanna looped her arm with his and firmly pulled him along towards Travis’s room.
“Hey… How we doing?” She asked, smiling brightly.
“Mama!” Landon exclaimed from his perch on Mark’s knees. “Look what Uncle Mark got me.”
He held up a finger skateboard he’d been playing with. Shanna smiled, “That’s great, baby.”
Mark looked up, grinning broadly, but the expression immediately faded when Tom shuffled, shoulders hunched, into the room.
“Hey.”
Travis was mostly covered up, a blanket situated up to his hips and much of his torso wrapped. He wore a thin, pale blue hospital gown and an expression that told he wasn’t sure exactly how to react. He simply stared at his former band mate in shock.
Mark, too, stared open mouthed, from his seat next to Travis’s bed, one arm curled around Landon’s middle to make sure the boy didn’t fall off. Landon appeared completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere and just blinked up at Tom with a wrinkled brow.
“Who are you?”
“I, uh… Tom. I use to be in a band with your dad and Mark a long time ago.”
“Not that long ago,” Shanna said with a smile. “Landon, sweetie, let’s give your Daddy and Uncle Mark some time with their friend, okay? We can go see Grandma and your sister.”
“Okay!” Landon grinned happily, squirming until he could climb down from Mark’s lap. He ran over to his mother before pausing and looking up at Tom with big eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Tom, sir.”
“Um… Nice meeting you, too, Landon.”
Tom, of course, had meet Landon many times before. He’d once been heavily involved in the kid’s life, but Landon hadn’t even been two when Blink had broken up. He watched the little boy trot out, his hand in his mother’s, and couldn’t help the smile.
“He’s, um. He’s something.” Tom tried for a smile, chuckling nervously. He hovered near the door and chewed on his lip.
“What are you doing here?” Travis finally asked. His voice was hoarse and strained, sounding a little raw.
“I… I just wanted to be here.”
“You walked out,” Mark stood suddenly and Tom snapped his mouth shut, staring. The older man was shaking slightly and Tom took a step back. “You walked out. You don’t get to just… just walk back in like it was nothing.”
“Mark.” Travis croaked. Mark met Travis’s eyes for a second before looking away and retaking his seat.
“Sit down.” He muttered, not looking up at Tom. Hesitantly, Tom crossed the room and sunk into the chair opposite Mark.
“How… Shanna says you’re doing good?”
“Better than I was. Chris...”
Tom nodded, “I heard.”
“Yah.”
Tom bit down on his lip again. He wished he still had his ring. It was a good distraction when he needed it.
“I was… I was worried, you know. I didn’t want…”
“Feeling guilty?” Mark snapped.
Tom bowed his head. “I guess. I… I didn’t have all the details at first. I didn’t know if you were gonna make it, Trav, and… and I didn’t want…”
“It’s cool.” Travis cut in. “I get it.”
Tom nodded jerkily, eyes still on the floor.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Tom’s eyes snapped up and he met Travis’s gaze. The drummer forced a smile. Tom nodded.
“Me, too.”
From the corner of his eyes, Tom saw Mark nod slowly.
From the ashes of tragedy… Maybe something brighter could be born again.
Bandom: Blink 182
Pairing: None. Genfic.
Rating: PG
Summary: From ashes, it is reborn.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Barkers, Shanna, Mark, or Tom.
A/N: Written after the plane accident Travis and DJ AM were involved in.
Wordcout: 833
Tom had always hated hospitals. They made him flashback to the time he got his tonsils out when he was five and the week he had to spend eating nothing but orange Jell-O and honestly he hated orange Jell-O. He couldn’t not come, though. Even after everything, he had to come.
“Tom.”
Tom turned to the blonde woman behind him, flushing slightly and dropping his gaze to the floor. “Shanna… I…”
In two quick steps, Shanna was embracing him, pulling him close to her and whispering in his ear, “He’ll be happy to see you.”
Tom nodded jerkily, hugging her back before breaking away. “H-how is he?”
Shanna glanced over Tom’s shoulder and sighed, “Better. Mark’s with him now.”
Tom swallowed hard and glanced nervously over his shoulder. “I can come back.”
“Mark would be happy to see you, too.”
Tom shook his head. “No… No, I’ll come back.”
Shanna caught his arm when he tried to walk away. “No, Tom. You’re going to go see him. You’re here now.”
“But…”
“They are hurt and that hasn’t changed… But they will not turn you away. They miss you.”
“I miss them.” Tom whispered.
“So go in and tell them that.”
Tom nodded. His eyes were wide and he looked somewhere between terrified and completely panicked. Shanna looped her arm with his and firmly pulled him along towards Travis’s room.
“Hey… How we doing?” She asked, smiling brightly.
“Mama!” Landon exclaimed from his perch on Mark’s knees. “Look what Uncle Mark got me.”
He held up a finger skateboard he’d been playing with. Shanna smiled, “That’s great, baby.”
Mark looked up, grinning broadly, but the expression immediately faded when Tom shuffled, shoulders hunched, into the room.
“Hey.”
Travis was mostly covered up, a blanket situated up to his hips and much of his torso wrapped. He wore a thin, pale blue hospital gown and an expression that told he wasn’t sure exactly how to react. He simply stared at his former band mate in shock.
Mark, too, stared open mouthed, from his seat next to Travis’s bed, one arm curled around Landon’s middle to make sure the boy didn’t fall off. Landon appeared completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere and just blinked up at Tom with a wrinkled brow.
“Who are you?”
“I, uh… Tom. I use to be in a band with your dad and Mark a long time ago.”
“Not that long ago,” Shanna said with a smile. “Landon, sweetie, let’s give your Daddy and Uncle Mark some time with their friend, okay? We can go see Grandma and your sister.”
“Okay!” Landon grinned happily, squirming until he could climb down from Mark’s lap. He ran over to his mother before pausing and looking up at Tom with big eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Tom, sir.”
“Um… Nice meeting you, too, Landon.”
Tom, of course, had meet Landon many times before. He’d once been heavily involved in the kid’s life, but Landon hadn’t even been two when Blink had broken up. He watched the little boy trot out, his hand in his mother’s, and couldn’t help the smile.
“He’s, um. He’s something.” Tom tried for a smile, chuckling nervously. He hovered near the door and chewed on his lip.
“What are you doing here?” Travis finally asked. His voice was hoarse and strained, sounding a little raw.
“I… I just wanted to be here.”
“You walked out,” Mark stood suddenly and Tom snapped his mouth shut, staring. The older man was shaking slightly and Tom took a step back. “You walked out. You don’t get to just… just walk back in like it was nothing.”
“Mark.” Travis croaked. Mark met Travis’s eyes for a second before looking away and retaking his seat.
“Sit down.” He muttered, not looking up at Tom. Hesitantly, Tom crossed the room and sunk into the chair opposite Mark.
“How… Shanna says you’re doing good?”
“Better than I was. Chris...”
Tom nodded, “I heard.”
“Yah.”
Tom bit down on his lip again. He wished he still had his ring. It was a good distraction when he needed it.
“I was… I was worried, you know. I didn’t want…”
“Feeling guilty?” Mark snapped.
Tom bowed his head. “I guess. I… I didn’t have all the details at first. I didn’t know if you were gonna make it, Trav, and… and I didn’t want…”
“It’s cool.” Travis cut in. “I get it.”
Tom nodded jerkily, eyes still on the floor.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
Tom’s eyes snapped up and he met Travis’s gaze. The drummer forced a smile. Tom nodded.
“Me, too.”
From the corner of his eyes, Tom saw Mark nod slowly.
From the ashes of tragedy… Maybe something brighter could be born again.