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"You haven't grown much since last time?" Ack! Critical hit! Tommy's usually calm face turned intense. "I did." Eden looked puzzled. "Have you?" Tommy stressed it. "I have." "But last time, you were about the same height as me, and now you're a little shorter," Eden said. To prove she was right, Eden stood up and moved to his side. "That's because Tommy is half a year younger than you," said a gentle voice behind them. Solomon, dressed neatly, walked over and lightly patted Eden on the head.

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

Things were getting too creepy around here. Tom was sitting in his pod on the way home from work when his cuff rang. He tapped a button and an image of Brooke's face appeared above it. "I'm at a new friend's house right now. They have invited us over for dinner." Tom's brow furrowed. "A new friend?" "I think you'd really like them. His name is James Monroe and he has a twelve-year-old daughter." "James Monroe? Like the guy that works at the campaign office? Why would we have dinner with him?"

Jill’s POV “We need to get you back to the others” Coffee guy advised “Ok, can I ask your name? Or do I stick with coffee guy?” “I thought you would call me Victor’s son” “Nope, I would hate to be called Aarons daughter since we are so different, and I know you are nothing like your father” He smiled at me “I hate to admit this out loud, but I actually like you. The name is Tom” “Well Tom it’s a pleasure to meet you, lets go get me back to the other girls and then you can go and think about what side you would like to be on. Just a FYI my team is the winning team”

he nods yes looking at me, he slowly removes his hands "Yes mum I am fine" he whispers, good girl, he lets go and dives onto my bed "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he looks at me and smiles "are you from school? , did they dare you to do this because there's nothing for me to show" He laughs "Chill lady, Forgive me, let me introduce myself, I am Tommy, but my friends call me Tom, wait, no they just call me Tommy" he laughs What the-

I asked as I looked around. Graves my Dad's Beta and Boris the Gamma were there along with Dolph, Nik, Theo and one of our trackers named Tom. "Tom just got back from following those girls today. He wants to tell us about it." Dolph replied and I furrowed my brow. "Why didn't he just link us?" I demanded and Tom sighed. "I can't. I've been trying for hours. I can't even shift right now" Tom answered and I looked at him in surprise.

Damon cautioned. “Ugh! Damn it!,” Tom said, upset. He hated the fact that Tudd seemed to have them right where he wanted. “I hate to admit it, but he seems to be steps ahead of us,” he added. “Maybe not for long,” Damon said, as he walked away. Surely, he wasn't going to let Tudd run away with his plan. He would have to find a way to catch him…

"We good there Tom?" "Aaaand done. Our guy should be done copying all the information from their servers by now, so once we get word we're good to go." Tom announced taking a few steps back to admire his handy work. "I gotta admit I'm pretty excited. I haven't been able to throw a party this big in a long time. Gets the blood pumping." "I know what you mean. That there looks like something." "Oh this is only part of it. You'll find more on the support pillars further below. Well then shall we?"

Tommy: Have a good first day kiddo :) I smile and reply: Thanks, I will <3 Tommy owns an MMA gym with his best friends Ryan and Dylan and they practically raised me when I started going there after my mother died. I spent almost all of my waking hours outside of school with them. They not only taught me how to fight, but about the value of hard-work and about controlling my emotions; all of these things were instrumental in me becoming the person I am today. Not many teenagers can go through what I did and come out stronger and I owe most of that to these guys.