Tord nearly dropped Tom as he walked into his room. It wasn't a big room, but it wasn't necessarily small either, but Tord liked it that way. The red army didn't have the best funding to begin with, but when Tord, the red leader, nearly died after the giant robot incident, they had to spend every last penny they had on his surgeries. Unfortunately that meant that the condition of their base matched their money situation, depressing. In fact Tord's room was probably the best looking room in the entire base. Tord looked for a place for Tom to sleep, his eyes eventually settling on an old plush chair he found on the side of the road years ago. To this day he isn't sure why he kept the thing, but nonetheless he cleaned it up and made it look good as new... almost. He gently placed Tom in the chair so that his head was propped up by the armrest, and to Tord's surprise, he fit perfectly! Tord sighed and walked over to his desk. While he did make some progress on his 'get revenge on Tom' plan today, he had gotten no actual work done in terms of the Red army. He sat down and began reading document one of, from what Tord could see, one thousand? Sometimes Tord seriously hated being a leader.
"What's that?" A sleepy voice yawned. Tord jumped slightly, startled by the sudden noise. He turned around to see a sleepy looking Tom standing behind him.
"Tom, what are you doing up? You should be asleep! Now go back to your chair," Tord sighed.
"But I don't like the chair!" Tom whined, frowning just a little dramatically.
"What is wrong with the chair?"
"It smells funny!"
"Smells funny? I clean that thing every day! And I don't even use it!"
"It's stupid,"
"Tom, how can a chair be stupid?"
"It just is! It's stupid and it smells funny!" Tom shouted.
"Really? Because to me it just sounds like someone is throwing a tantrum," Tord teased.
"I am not! Mister Tord, please don't make me sleep in that dumb chair!" Tom pleaded.
"Didn't you already promise that you wouldn't whine at all today?" Tord scowled.
"This isn't whining! It's complaining! There's a difference!" Tom grinned.
"Ugh, glad to see that some of your personality is still in there," Tord rolled his eyes.
"Please Mister Tord?"
"Look Tom, there's nowhere else for you to sleep,"
"I bet there is! You just don't want to tell me where it is!"
"How about this? I should be done with my work in about an hour, if you can miraculously find another place to sleep in that time, then I will let you sleep there, otherwise it's the chair or nothing," Tord bargained.
"Okay!" Tom smiled. He skipped away in search of a place to rest up.
"I am already starting to regret this," Tord groaned, shifting his focus back to his work. Meanwhile, Tom searched every corner of Tord's room to find the most comfortable spot.
"Hm... oh! Duh!" Tom laughed to himself.
"Would you mind keeping it down a little Tom?" Tord asked, not tearing his eyes from the mound of paperwork in front of him.
"Sorry mister Tord!" Tom giggled in response. Tom managed to quietly scoot Tord's hideous chair up to Tord's bed. Tom climbed up, punched the chair for revenge, and then hopped into Tord's bed. Tom wanted to wait for Tord to finish so that he could rub his victory in his face, but eventually his exhaustion got the better of him, and he drifted off to sleep under the warm sheets.
"I'm finally done! Maybe I should stop going on these walks since they're distracting me from my work so much... nah," Tord chuckled.
"So how did you do? You've been surprisingly quiet, and I'll admit I am impressed that you-" Tord stopped himself immediately upon seeing where Tom had decided to relax. He slowly felt a familiar rage making it's way throughout his body.
"THOMAS!" Tord yelled without thinking. Surprisingly, Tom didn't wake up, however he did seem to be squirming quite a bit in his sleep. Was he having a nightmare? It got to the point where Tord wasn't sure whether Tom was asleep or awake.
"Tom? Thomas?" Tord whispered. He was still mad, but at the same time, he was slightly curious.
"No..." Tom mumbled. So Tom talked in his sleep, who would've guessed? Maybe it was just something he did as a kid?
"No... No... NO!" Tom sprung up, looking pale and absolutely mortified.
"M-mister Tord?" Tom tilted his head to the side, it seemed like he was still trying to figure out what was going on.
"Are you alright Tom?" Tord asked. Tom's actions were only fueling his curiosity.
"I had a nightmare..."
"What was it about?"
"I was at that weird store, there were people standing around me, staring at me... they threw things and called me names..." Tom began to cry a little.
"Oh... well... It's not real, see? You're alright aren't you?" Tord shrugged. He wasn't the best at consoling most people, much less children, and yet Tom just smiled and nodded.
"Mm-hm!" He seemed to get some color back in his face. Huh, well that was easier than he thought.
"So Thomas, care to explain to me why you're in my bed?" Tord growled.
"Thomas? That's not my name!"
"Answer me Thomas,"
"Well you didn't say your bed was off limits! You just said a place to sleep!" Tom replied, crossing his arms and pouting.
"Thomas, I need my bed," Tord sighed.
"Stop calling me that!" Tom whined.
"Is that whining I hear?" Tord raised an eyebrow.
"Please Mister Tord?" Tom tried to use what most people call 'the puppy dog eyes' but when you have no eyes, that can get surprisingly difficult.
"Alright, but tomorrow, you better listen to everything I say, no ifs, ands, or buts!"
"Yes sir!" Tom chuckled. Seeing Tom salute was just too weird for Tord at that moment.
"Thank you mister Tord!" Tom hugged Tord and then decided to retreat back under the sheets.
"Ugh, stupid obnoxious little brat," Tord said under his breath, sinking into the chair he was now being forced to sleep on since he didn't want to crush Tom in his sleep... yet. As Tord began to drift off he realized that Tom was right, this chair was stupid, not to mention ugly.

I did a thing :D! I was having a bit of writer's block for Matt and Edd's side of the story, so I decided to just give you guys some more TomTord babysitting. Sorry, but updates might be further apart now, I was sick all last week and had to miss school, so now I have to do a lot of make-up work, more than Tord at this point! Thank you for reading and being patient! :3 (Also I changed the title because it sounded just a bit suggestive, there will be no Adult x child stuff, in fact there probably won't be a lot of TomTord shipping stuff until Tom's back to normal, just a few memories to past events Sorry!)