Pairing: Syndisparklez (Syndicate x Sparklez)
Summary: Jordan sees his best friend in a way he never has before.

No one had seen Tom for hours now. And I seemed to be the only person who was worried about him. Tucker and Sonja claimed he was probably just wandering around with Steve on some adventure, but Steve said he hadn't seen him all day. Wag hadn't seen him. Martha hadn't seen him. I was worried. Tom never just up and disappeared. It wasn't his style. He usually told everyone where he was going to show off, especially to me.

I stood at the base of his tree, knocking at the door for the third time that day. All of his weapons were sat out front by his shed. He couldn't have gone anywhere without them. He has to be here. But he wasn't answering the door.

"Tom? Tom, I'm just checking on you. I haven't heard from you all day. Are you alright?"

No answer. I sighed and decided to just leave it alone. Maybe he was in the end or something. But it still didn't make any sense. Why would he leave without his weapons?

'Hes in there, Sparklez.' I heard my lady whisper.

"What? Then why isn't he answering the door?" I asked her, but received no answer to it.

I stared at the oak door for a moment, contemplating my next move. I wasn't sure what to do. If he's in there then why isn't he coming to the door?

'Kick the door down, boyo.' I heard Dianite say.

Toms in trouble. Why else would Dianite suggest that?

I stepped three steps back from the door, preparing myself to kick. I drew up my leg and kicked at the door with all the force I could muster. It fell with a large thud. That was a lot easier than I thought. I ran into the tree ready to face whatever was inside. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Tom was in the floor, curled up in a fetal position with his hands pressing his knees to hide his face. He was shaking violently, his body twitching and convulsing at something. He was making quiet noises like gasps and wheezes. Something was terribly wrong with him.

I knelt beside his shaking form. I didn't want to touch him because I was afraid he'd freak out. He could have been having a seizure for all I knew.

"Tom? Tom, can you hear me?" I asked, but got no answer. I couldn't see his face. It was covered by the protection of his knees. What do I even do?
Something near his body caught my eye. A glass tube. A small glass tube that people put brews and potions in. Had Toms body reacted badly to whatever was in the glass tube?

"Tom I need you to answer me. What did you drink? What was in the glass tube?" A put a hand on his back, and he seemed to calm at my touch.

"M-m-m-meth..." He stuttered out, his voice dry and shaky. Meth. He had tried drugs. Oh my god.

"Oh my god...oh my god Tom...I don't know what to do." I stared at his convulsing body. I'd never even seen anyone try drugs before. None of my friends had ever tried it. Why had Tom tried it?

He looked up from his knees only for a second. His eyes were wide with fear and the whites of them red. "H-h-hold m-m-me." He shook violently as he uttered the words.

I did what he said. It was all I could do. I pulled his twitching body into my arms and tried to hold him still. He went willingly into them and kept his terrified eyes on me through the horrible convulsions of his body.

"Tom, why?" I asked, my heart breaking at his state.
He just shook his head and buried his eyes into my chest. He was regretting it.

Hours later after Tom had finally stopped shaking, I decided to ask him questions. I wanted to know why he had even wanted to do this. Why he wanted to try drugs and who he got them off of.

"Why did you do this?" I asked him. He was laying peacefully in my arms, his head resting on my chest.

"Wag s-said it'd be f-fun..." He struggled to get the words out.

"Tom, Wags a wizard. You're not. His body's different than yours...you can't just take a whole tube of meth all at once."

"He s-said it'd be f-fun...He s-said it'd be f-fun..." He repeated, clenching his eyes together and gritting his teeth.

This stuff really messed him up. I will never do drugs. Ever. Not after seeing this.

"Do you need me to take you to Decs? I can. I have my portals nearby."

"He s-said it'd be f-fun..." He whispered with his eyes still closed, a tear trailing down his cheek.

He needed a doctor. I had to take him to Decs. Repeating the same words over and over again is not normal.

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"He overdosed and his body nearly failed him, but he stabilized at last minute. You must have calmed him when you came. If you hadn't, he probably would have died. But don't worry he's fine. He just needs lots of rest and lots of healthy foods. No more meth. I'll be confiscating all of it from James this afternoon. Including his tools that allowed him to make it." Dec pulled away the stethoscope from Toms chest. Tom was sleeping in my bed since Dec didn't have any extra ones at his house.

Overdosed. He'd overdosed. The word seemed foreign to me, yet I knew exactly what it meant. Tom had too much of the drug.

"I'm glad he's okay...I knew something was wrong. We hadn't seen him all day."

"Well, I suppose Tom owes you much for what you've done for him. Be sure to tell him that when he wakes up, which will probably be very soon." Dec winked and exited the small room, shitting the door behind him.

"Damn ginger know it all..." I heard a British voice mumble.
I turned my gaze from the door to Tom, who was staring at the ceiling. He was pale and his lips were a light shade of blue. I could tell he wasn't feeling well, but at least he was insulting people again.

"Hey. How are you doing?" He was obviously better. He wasn't repeating the same words over and over again.

"Better. Thanks for saving my ass. For a while there I didn't think anyone was gonna come for me." He stretched in the bed and sat up, already getting antsy to move.

"What do you mean? How long had you been laying there?"

"Dunno. Felt like hours, but I'm not for sure. Sorry I scared ya so bad. OD'ing is a scary thing to watch." He yawned, like he didn't have a care in the world about almost dying a horrible death.

"Did you even realize you weren't supposed to drink the whole thing?"

"Wag didn't say to only drink small doses. I'd seen him gulping it down one day, so I did the same. Bad idea I guess."

"I can't believe you did that...just for fun. You almost got killed just to have some fun. You're crazy." I shook my head.

"I'm a Dianite, whadaya expect? I kill for fun most of the time."

"Don't ever do that again. Ever. Stay away from drugs...they're bad. They hurt people."

"Aw, was you worried about me Sparkley pants? You're such a little wimp worrying about everything that I do." He laughed, and I felt offended. A wimp? For saving his life? If I hadn't been worried about him he would've been dead. A cold lifeless body on the floor that had once been my friend. I couldn't even think of the thought for too long. I didn't want to think about what could've happened if I had went along with Tucker and Sonja's stories. Tom would have died alone, shaking and crying and begging for someone to help him when no one could even hear him.

"I may be a wimp, but at least I care about you. You're my friend and...I dont know what I would've done if I had found you too late..." If I had found him dead, I probably would have asked Ianite to smite me down. Tom was my best friend. We teased and fought and hated eachothers guts most if the time, but he meant so much to me. He doesn't know that.

"Sparklez...stop thinking about what if's. I'm fine now. So stop it, you sausage."

I gave a weak smile. Seeing him in that state really has messed me up...

Tom stared at me for a minute, as if studying my emotions. I wish he'd stop.

"...come here." He waved me over to the bed, and I complied. I sat next to him on the other side of it.
I felt a hand go around my waist, and Tom pulling me closer to him. He was hugging me. Tom Syndicate was hugging me. Those drugs really had messed with his brain.

"You know...I care about you too. I may be an ass most of the time, but I love you. I'm glad you were the one who found me. No one else coulda calmed me down like you did." He gave me a pat on the back and pulled away, clearing his throat.

"You tell anyone I said any of that shit or that any of this happened, and you're house will be a pile of ash. Got it?" He gave me a glare, and I nodded.

"Now hold me again, you cheeky nerd." He smiled warmly. I smiled back.

I liked this Tom.
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DAWWWWWWWWWW
GOD I LOVE SYNDISPARKLEZ UGHHHH

I have written too many one shots about these nerds...

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- Lee