Random One Shots

Random one shots with actors, musicians/bands and characters.


146. Chris Hemsworth 4

~Chris wouldn’t speak to you on the drive home. You weren’t sure if he was angry that you’d called Tom to pick you up or if he was still shaken up about the accident. You and Tom had both walked away with no major injuries, surprisingly, so your bet was on the former.
His eyes were puffy and bright red. Every once in a while, he’d slam his trembling palms against the steering wheel, letting out a huff as he navigated the Los Angeles streets. Not once did he even look at you, but half way back to the hotel, he let one arm rest on the center console with an open palm. You did the only thing you could think of, placing your hand in his. Chris showed no reaction, though. He didn’t grip you back, nor did he pull away.
Twice, however, he did pull over. Emotions were still running high, and he would get out of the car. After a few well-placed kicks to the tires and more choked back sobs, he’d get back in and resume the trek back.
Once he parked the car, he drew in a shaky breath. Your name left his lips, followed by a slew of profanity. Tears flooded his swollen eyes again.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry. Never shoulda started that stupid fight with you, and this never woulda happened…” You shook your head and squeezed his hand.
“It’s not your fault. It was an accident. Just a fender bender. We’re okay, Chris. We’re fine. Let’s just go inside,” you uttered reassuringly. He got out of the car without another word, slamming the door behind him.
Chris didn’t really completely lose it until he got inside. No sooner than the room door latched, he broke down. His hands reached for anything in his path, and as soon as his fingers found it, it was cast away from him. Nothing would remain standing when he was done. You’d never seen him like this before.
“What are you doing?! Chris, stop!” you called out, rushing behind him, trying to get his attention. As had been the situation all day, he ignored you, reaching for a lamp.
At the end of his rampage, the mattress was shoved off the bed, stripped of all the sheets. The bedside lamps had been thrown into mirrors. Both your suitcase and his were flipped over, clothes littering the floor. Nightstands were overturned, his hands were bleeding, and there was a tear in the front of his shirt. He paced back and forth for a while, but then stopped in the center of the room. Chris dropped to his knees, burying his face in his hands. In the two years you’d been dating him, you’d never once seen him cry, and seeing him like this absolutely killed you.
You dropped to your knees behind him, and the light on the television turned green, signaling it had been turned on. The remote must have gotten stuck under Chris.
“I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry… I should’ve been there. This never should’ve happened. Please, forgive me. Please… I’m so sorry.” His sobs were breaking your heart in two. Chris’ entire body trembled, and he buried his face in his hands. You dropped beside him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“Please don’t cry, sweetheart. Everything is alright. I’m right here, I’m okay.”
“I love you so much,” he whispered. “I don’t know how I’m gonna get through this.” You leaned in, pressing your lips to his damp cheek. He froze for a moment and lifted his head. His eyes trained on the static playing on an endless loop.
“Babe, shut it off.” You couldn’t see the remote anywhere, so you stood up and pushed the power button on the front. The light flashed red, and the static snowstorm disappeared. A sad smile spread across his lips, and the waterworks ceased.
“Don’t leave. Please don’t leave…”
“Tom, have you heard from Chris lately?” Kat asked softly, tapping her fingertips against her thigh. Tom shook his head slowly. The dark circles under his eyes had grown since the service, leaving the rest of his face looking pallid and sickly.
“I haven’t, no. Not since… You know.” She nodded softly. “But it’s not for lack of trying. I’ve been calling daily, and he just won’t answer. Jeremy and Evans have been trying to get a hold of him as well, but no reply. I’ve half a mind to fly down and check on him. I realize that this is difficult, believe me, I do.”
“Of course it is. Have you been sleeping okay?” Tom shook his head again, looking down.
“I can’t get it out of my head. There was so much blood. And the look- oh God, Kat. The look on his face when her heart stopped, when she flat-lined. I keep seeing it all every time I close my eyes. I can still hear her screaming.” Tears were pouring down Tom’s face by this time, but a slight pressure on his shoulder helped him choke it down. Kat wasn’t touching him, but whatever it was, it felt reassuring. Surely, Tom was losing his mind, because he could’ve sworn someone else was with them.
The television in the corner of the room flickered on, blasting nothing but static. For a moment, Tom could’ve sworn someone was speaking to him, someone other than Kat. It was a kindly female voice, whispering sweet sentiments in his ear. He could only pick out a few words here and there, and a fraction of a second before the television shut itself back off, he caught five very clear words.
“It’s not your fault, Thomas.”

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