Fandom: Torchwood/Tokio Hotel RPS
Pairing: Bill/Tom, Jack/Ianto, Bill/Tom/Jack/Ianto
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.Torchwood characters and situations were created and are owned by RusselT. Davis and the BBC. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: twincest, alien sex
Summary: Promoting the band means travelling all over the UK and Tokio Hotel have ended up in Cardiff for a TV interview and some signings. Thanks to the effects of a rogue alien device they run into Torchwood.
Author's Notes: This fic comes from my seemingly deep psychological need to do all sorts of bizarre things to Bill, and sometimes to Tom too. It has warring aliens, cocoons, torture and sexy boy love, I do hope you enjoy reading it :). Thanks to Soph for the beta.
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Chapter 4 Explorations
Bill had been so incredibly happy when Gwen showed him and Tom to a room that had been designated as theirs and his suitcases were there. He had dived in to his cosmetics bag almost instantly and felt a hell of a lot better with properly cleansed skin and hair that didn't resemble straw. Tom had called him a girl at least twice while he had been sorting himself out, but as far as Bill was concerned the significant thing was that Tom had sat on the bed watching him the whole time.
"You weren't covered in goo," Bill said as Tom commented on his antics for the third time; "I think I'm going to be getting rid of the residue for days."
"You still care more about your skin than you do me," Tom whined, which made Bill turn from what he was doing.
His twin was looking at him with a familiar come-on smile that he had only ever seen directed at girls before. It was a little bit freaky and distinctly exciting to find it directed at him. He felt his breathing speed up and there was a familiar throb in his groin even as he realised that all Tom had done was look at him.
"I don't," was all he managed to say as his thoughts flew in all directions and he became totally flustered.
Tom had far more experience of sexual relationships than he did and he felt more than a little outgunned. It was weird, because in a way the fact that it was Tom looking at him like that made him feel safer, but it also sent bits of his brain with normal sensibilities into all sorts of tizzies. His human and alien heritage were directly in opposition to this: his alien genes were screaming this was wonderful, perfect and right; his human ideals were telling him it was bad, wrong and sick. The alien genes were winning, but it still left him feeling conflicted.
"Come and sit down," Tom said and patted the bed.
Bill just put everything down and did as he was told; right then he didn't want to have to think too hard. As soon as he sat down, Tom snaked an arm around his waist and pulled him close. Once it would have been simply a comforting gesture, but now it had overtones which sent excited messages all over his body. They were sitting side by side and Bill leant his head on Tom's shoulder and decided to just enjoy the closeness on all levels.
"I think," Tom said eventually, "that we need to get comfortable with this."
"How?" Bill asked, really not sure how to bring his head and his heart into line.
"I don't know about you, but I'm hornier..." Tom stopped for a moment, "I'm more attracted to you than I've ever been to anyone in my entire life. I want to touch you and never stop."
The change in Tom's tone and the choice of language told Bill everything he needed to know; Tom was being totally on the level.
"Me too," Bill admitted, feeling nervous, but excited at the same time. "Maybe we should ... um ..."
"Try some things," Tom finished the suggestion for him.
He turned then, so he could look into Tom's face and he gave a little nod. In the shower he had felt so bold, but it was the need that had driven him and now he was back to feeling nervous and unsure.
"Let's get comfy," Tom suggested with a small smile.
Bill just about managed to smile back and they moved onto the bed properly. Quite a large percentage of his brain wasn't sure he was ready for this, but the part that was, definitely had control. Balling up his courage, he looked into Tom's face and when he saw the love and need looking back, not even the scandalised part of his mind could argue anymore.
He leant into Tom, kissing slowly and carefully. All the feelings that kept jumping up to surprise him were rather overwhelming and he wanted to take this a little more gently than the shower. The complete need he had for Tom was not new, he had always needed his twin, but this angle of it was very different and it scared him. He was not overly obsessed with the physical, not like Tom, who always enjoyed the moment, and yet his hormones were completely out of control and urging him to do things. It was unbalancing to say the least and he did not want to give up control this time, not like he had in the shower.
He wanted to know and understand what he was doing and when Tom tried to push him onto the bed he resisted. Instead he pushed back and surprisingly Tom let him and when he had the guts to look into his twin's eyes again he saw understanding.
"Can I explore," he asked, even though he was almost certain Tom was ready to let him have whatever he needed.
Tom was the confident, sexual one, always had been, and Bill was suddenly glad of that.
"As long as you don't forget why you're exploring," Tom replied with a mischievous grin and a wiggle of eyebrows.
That made Bill smile and he couldn't help feeling a little better; Tom always knew how to put him at his ease.
"Did I forget in the shower?" he asked and raised an eyebrow of his own.
"Remind me," Tom said and there was definitely a glint in his twin's eye.
Bill was always up for a challenge, so he set about doing just that and it only took him a couple of minutes to realise that it didn't seem to matter where he touched Tom, it was how he touched his twin that was important. Around the nipples, once he'd dragged Tom's t-shirt off, Tom like firm touches that Bill thought might have even been slightly painful, and Tom had arched off the bed when he actually nibbled at one pink nub. Over the rest of his chest and stomach Bill found that Tom liked softer strokes; kisses and the lightest touch of nails, just this side of tickling. He spent quite a long time examining the ripple of muscles under Tom's smooth skin.
The more he touched, the more confident he became and it was a bit like in the shower; most other things didn't seem to matter anymore.
In many things Bill knew he could be very much focused on himself, but in this he was barely aware of his own body. Finding what Tom liked filled him with a delight he couldn't quite explain and he enjoyed every moment, not really taking any notice of how his cock was straining against his jeans.
"God, Bill," Tom all but panted when he set to work on the belt that kept Tom's ridiculously baggy jeans up.
Bill just looked up from where he was nuzzling at the skin where Tom's boxers peeked out from the top of the jeans. He smiled rather lazily and began to drag Tom's trousers and underwear downwards. When Tom's erection bobbed free, he smiled even more and swiftly removed Tom's clothes the rest of the way before kneeling between Tom's legs.
For a while he remained there, completely still, looking at Tom lying there. This beautiful sight was for him and him alone and he had never really understood what that could feel like before. Slowly he lay down so that his head was about level with Tom's groin. It made him blush a little, but he was beyond being coy about what he wanted. He wanted to touch and feel and understand and so he set about exploring some more.
Tom made lovely noises; he had heard them in the shower and, as he touched gently and carefully, Tom was making them again. He couldn't help it that his explorations all seemed to be in one area; he was fascinated. As curious pre-teens they had let each other look before and it wasn't all that different, there was just a small nub behind Tom's balls that hadn't been there before. It was a slightly bluish colour compared to the surrounding skin and was completely hairless and, before Bill really considered what he was doing, he reached out to touch.
"Oh ... nghhh ... fuck," was Tom's response and Bill looped his arm over Tom's leg so he didn't get kneed in the head.
Definitely the new most erogenous zone as far as Tom's reaction went. Out of curiosity Bill leant closer and just blew gently. When Tom shuddered, he smiled; definitely very sensitive. He went back to employing his finger.
"Ah ... Bill," Tom sounded rather desperate as Bill gently stroked the small nub, "I'm going to..."
He was going to show mercy and move on when Tom made a strangled noise and the little nub suddenly split. Their father had given them a brief rundown of what urges to expect and the basics of the whole genetic compatibility thing, but detailed anatomy had been saved until later. There had been something about the nub and reproduction that Bill had kind of missed, because he'd been rather stuck on the fact that he was forever going to be uncontrollably attracted to his twin, but now he remembered some of it.
Tendrils, their father had mentioned tendrils and now he knew what his father had meant, because he could see them. Small, translucent fronds had emerged from the nub which had split into three and the most incredible scent filled his nose. It was musky and perfumed and almost drug like in its intensity and Bill made a little moan of his own. He really had no idea what he was doing, but he wanted something and so he moved in, completely at the mercy of his hormones.
Taking Tom's cock into his mouth, he sucked, holding Tom down with his body weight and at the same time lightly ran a finger over the soft, downy tendrils. Tom managed to lift them both bodily off the bed and was panting so hard Bill was sure his twin was going to hyperventilate.
"Bill," Tom's voice was hoarse and squeaky and almost incoherent.
Bill just continued sucking, well aware that he really didn't know how to give a good blow job, but Tom didn't seem to be complaining. He ran his tongue stud lightly over the head of Tom's cock and then his twin was bucking into his mouth and warm liquid suddenly filled his mouth. He swallowed more from reflex than thought and the light tendrils clamped down on his finger as Tom simply writhed beneath him.
The taste was rather bizarre and Bill wasn't sure if he found it pleasant or not, but something about the whole thing felt absolutely right. So much so that he continued nursing gently on Tom's cock until the tendrils released his finger and Tom rather desperately hit him on the shoulder. He finally released his twin and slowly climbed up Tom's body until they were nose to nose.
"You don't play fair," Tom said with a satisfied smile, "who knew what you've been hiding all this time."
"You always bring out the best in me," Bill said and grinned.
This time when Tom tried to push him onto the bed, he let it happen and readily let his twin take the lead in the following kiss. Tom hummed into his mouth and Bill felt heat flush through him as he realised he was sharing the residue of what he had just been doing with his twin and Tom seemed to like it a lot.
"Did you like what you saw?" Tom asked, pulling back slowly.
Bill nodded even as he felt himself blushing now that he was the one under scrutiny.
"My turn," Tom said and then Bill found his t-shirt being lifted.
Tom had it half off him before his twin stopped lifting and he was stuck, so much so that he squeaked when Tom started on his jeans before finishing the shirt.
"Tom," he protested, since Tom had left him in just the right predicament so it would be incredibly difficult to free himself, especially without being able to sit up.
"Relax," Tom replied, "I just want you helpless for a while."
"At least get my head out," he all but whined, "I can barely breathe."
"Your wish is my command," Tom said a little too brightly as far as Bill was concerned.
Almost instantly Bill felt air round his nether regions and Tom had his trousers and his underwear off in one swift movement.
"One head out," Tom said in a rather triumphant tone.
"Tom," no matter how aroused he was, he was very close to losing it.
If he wrecked his shirt because of his brother he was going to be annoyed no matter how clever Tom turned out to be at sex.
"Okay, okay," Tom said with a laugh, "I know how much of a control freak you are."
Tom helped him out of the shirt and then threw it into the corner of the room.
"Next time," Bill said as Tom looked down at him, "ask."
A rather surprised expression appeared on Tom's face them and Bill just looked, letting his twin wonder exactly what he meant. The surprise didn't last long and then Tom's expression became mischievous, which made Bill worry just a little.
"Let's see how well you scream, Lover," Tom said and for a moment Bill's mind flipped out at the new term of endearment.
It made him feel warm and excited and worried and nervous all at the same time. He knew no one else would ever hear that term in connection with him from his brother's lips, because no matter what the truth was, modern society would never accept them like this. It made it even more special and made him feel almost as good as when Tom's fingers wrapped around his cock.
"Oh my god," was about the most sensible thing that came into his mind and out of his mouth as Tom dove in with enthusiasm.
Tom really didn't waste any time and Bill let one leg be lifted and pushed back as his twin went with a variation on a theme. Tom's fingers were on his cock and Tom's tongue was on the sensitive little nub behind his balls. The idea that they were going to have to work on stamina flitted through his mind, but his mental capacity had been reduced to the words "more" and "yes" so it wasn't a very coherent thought.
He wrapped his fingers in the pillow and did his best not to sound completely ridiculous as intense pleasure lanced through every nerve. It wasn't long before he felt an almost familiar build up, but slightly in the wrong place. It was amazing and intense and he couldn't have stopped what was about to happen if he had wanted to. He could feel pressure growing and growing, but not just in his loins and the second one was growing faster than the first. It wasn't hard to know what it was, he'd seen Tom have the same reaction, but it was quite incredible to go through it.
When the first release came he couldn't help himself, he reared off the bed, just as Tom had done and he only just stopped himself yelling Tom's name at the top of his voice. As he landed back on the bed Tom looked up at him, a very pleased grin in place and Bill couldn't make a coherent thought, let alone speak, so they just looked at each other.
Tom was playing with him with both hands now and Bill's head was beginning to spin. The feelings he was getting back from what had to be the tendrils were weird, but incredibly powerful and erotic and there was no way he was going to last much longer. He knew why Tom had come so fast; it was impossible not to. When Tom took him into his mouth the warm heat was too much and then he did yell Tom's name as he bucked up and let his orgasm rip through him.
Having only been on the receiving end of orgasms that involved his own hand it was a new and incredible experience. It took over his whole body and his mind couldn't focus on anything except the overwhelming sensations. All he could do was lay there gasping as he rode out the end of the most incredible orgasm of his life.
Tom crawled up the bed and lay down beside him looking far too pleased with himself, but Bill was too content to really care. He was beginning to see why Tom always raved about sex.
"You look like you just discovered enlightenment," Tom joked quietly.
"I think I did," Bill replied once he'd gathered enough brain power to do so.
He turned his head to look at his twin.
"I'm never going to stop wanting to do that," he said and quite frankly he meant it.
"I knew you'd be as bad as me once you finally got going," his twin quipped with a laugh.
Bill wiggled his eyebrows; he wasn't going to deny it. Relaxing onto the bed, he stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the afterglow. They were going to have to rejoin the world outside eventually, but he liked the feeling of Tom lying next to him and for a while he wanted to stay put.
Peace lasted for almost ten minutes, then there was a knock at the door.
"Guys, you in there?" it was Gustav's voice.
Bill looked at Tom, Tom looked back.
"Just a minute," Bill said at exactly the same time Tom did and then they were both scrabbling for their clothes.
"Where did you throw my boxers?" he hissed as he searched for the clothes he had been wearing.
"They should be with your jeans," Tom said while hopping on one foot trying to put his own trousers and boxers back on at the same time.
"They're not," Bill complained, pulling his t-shirt on and scanning the floor for other items.
He spotted a small black heap of material over by the wall and went to grab what he hoped was his underwear. Obviously the boxers and jeans had separated in flight. He struggled into both garments, but gave the belt up as a bad lot since Tom was almost done.
"Ready?" Tom asked as Bill did his best to look like he hadn't just been having sex.
"Yeah," Bill decided as he smoothed his hair down and hoped it wasn't too obvious.
As Tom went to the door he pulled his laptop out of his bag and tried to look nonchalant.
"Hi guys," Tom greeted, having opened the door, "come in, we were just sorting some stuff out."
Both Gustav and Georg walked in and Bill tried his very hardest not to blush and assume both his friends knew exactly what he and Tom had been doing. Unfortunately Georg took one look at him and burst out laughing.
"One guess what ‘stuff’ you two were sorting out," Georg said and Bill felt his face heating up even as he couldn't work out what the hell had given them away.
He must have looked thoroughly confused because Gustav took pity on him.
"Your t-shirt's on inside out," his friend said in an almost sympathetic tone.
Even Tom was smirking a little as Bill looked down and realised that Gustav was right. The faded pattern on the front was in fact the inside of the print on the shirt. He felt like curling into a small ball and disappearing in an embarrassed heap.
"So what if we were," Tom came to his rescue with a could-care-less tone, "you're just insanely jealous that both the good looking ones in the band are taken ... by each other."
"You keep believing that," Georg responded in kind and Bill breathed a sigh of relief.
Still feeling very embarrassed, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and pulled it back on the right way in.
"I think I'm just jealous of your room," Gustav changed the topic of conversation; "we're in what I can only describe as cells and you get this. I think we need to complain."
"Because the décor in here is so pleasant," Tom countered.
Bill didn't mind the room, but it wasn't exactly luxurious and they were definitely underground. He wasn't clear on how come Torchwood happened to have a spare room with a double bed, but he thought it might have had something to do with some quick arranging by their father.
"At least you get a door that isn't glass and won't lock you in if it closes," Georg pointed out.
"You'll have to be really careful Tosh doesn't sneak in when you're asleep and molest you," Bill said, deciding to join in the conversation.
Georg just grinned at that.
"Oh, I don't think I'd mind that," his friend said with a very dirty smile.
Bill laughed; if he hadn't been so embarrassed he would have seen that response coming.
Jack was somewhat frustrated with the progress on finding out where the alien device that had started everything had come from and what it's real purpose was. So far all they knew about it was what it had done. There were no markings on, no script of any kind and the only discernable points on the outside were the lights. There was no obvious way to open it and everything Tosh and Jorg had tried had resulted in nothing.
"Some sensor systems use meyons to paint an area for greater accuracy," Jorg said, standing up straight from where the Neranian had been examining the device again. "I've never seen this particular design, but it's probably generic anyway. From what you've said about the rift, it's quite possible that it was just spat out."
That was looking more and more likely, but Jack didn't like coincidences and there was one very big one staring him in the face.
"And it was just dumb luck that someone who could be affected by meyon particles was in the area when it popped up?" Jack asked, not happy at all.
"I admit that is a rather large coincidence," Jorg said, turning to look at him, "but no one could have known about the boys. I didn't even report home about them and I used a DNA resequencer to make sure everything except their human genes were buried. It is highly unlikely that anyone using meyon particle scanning techniques could have picked up any latent readings."
"Unless they weren't using them for scanning, but to undo the genetic sequencing," Jack pointed out.
That was the other effect meyons could have; they tended to mess with certain genetic engineering techniques. Jorg shrugged.
"Have you had any reports of activity?" Jorg asked.
That was the problem with the second theory.
"Nothing," Jack admitted; "the long range scans have picked up nothing unusual at all."
Either they were dealing was someone who was very good at not being seen or it really all was just a bizarre coincidence.
"Then I think it's time to bring in the big guns," Tosh said and produced a very nasty looking laser drill.
So far they had been attempting to figure out the device without doing anything too drastic; when Tosh brought out the laser drill all bets were off. It had only ever resulted in one explosion so Jack just stepped back and let her at it. Why people just couldn't write their names on their property he had no idea.
They might only have been awake for three quarters of the day, but by about nine o'clock, Bill's mind was on going back to sleep. It seemed all he'd done that day was eat, sleep and have sex with a bit of talking in between, but he felt like he'd done three concerts in a row. Clearly the whole alien puberty thing was hard on the body and sleep seemed like a really good idea. Besides which, he knew that if he didn't sleep his father would just try and feed him some more and he was beginning to hate pizza. The next day they were definitely going to have to try a different form of junk food.
"Left," Tom said and he looked up to realise he had been about to walk straight past their door.
Possibly he was already mostly asleep, his body just hadn't had the memo yet and so was still walking around.
He threw his tooth brush and towel onto the nearest chair, pulled off his t-shirt and threw it in a random direction, stopped in front of the bed and shoved his jeans downwards after undoing the button and zip. Stepping out of his jeans, shoes and socks, all at the same time he lifted the blanket on the bed, climbed under it and lay down.
His mind tried to shut off immediately, that was until another warm body snuggled up behind him and parts of his brain suddenly snapped back on.
"You're freezing," Tom said quietly, moulding against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You're not," Bill mumbled back as Tom's body heat seeped into him like a wonderful tide.
Bits of Torchwood were not exactly warm and Bill didn't exactly own many huge jumpers, so he'd been wandering around in his normal t-shirt. When he was on the move he didn't usually feel the cold, but now that he was lying down it was clear he was somewhat chilled.
It felt wonderful being snuggled up to Tom and he revelled in it. The whole being so close to his twin thing still made part of his mind go wibble and refuse to think about it, but most of him was definitely on board with the idea. There was no arguing with Neranian instincts and thinking too hard would just drive him potty, so he had decided to simply enjoy it. Feeling warmer already and hence sleepier again, he snuggled back against Tom some more and prepared to doze off.
"Will you stop wriggling," Tom said in a sleepy mumble, "or I'm going to have a problem that neither one of us is awake enough to deal with."
"I'll sort it in the morning," he replied, or at least tried to, but it probably would have taken a code breaking team to decipher it and smiled into the pillow.
It had been a hell of a strange day, but there was definitely an upside to the whole alien angle. He fell asleep wondering how long it would be before they could get back to their normal routine and he dreamed about little green men as their backing singers.
Secret bases turned out to be quite boring after you had fed the pterodactyl and stared at the strange things on display more than once. Hence Bill found himself hanging out with Ianto. Jack was busy with his dad; Tosh just blushed at him all the time; Owen and Gwen were out; Georg and Gustav would not stop bitching about the fact that they were sleeping in cells, which just left Ianto to talk to. Tom was with them too, but that kind of went without saying at the moment.
Ianto didn't seem to mind being used to practice English either and the Welshman spoke decent German, which helped a lot and there was a serious sense of humour hidden under the smart suit and tie. He also found it adorable the way Ianto clearly worshiped Jack.
"So how long have you and Jack been together," he asked as he sipped the most wonderful coffee he had ever tasted.
Ianto kind of stiffened and blinked at him, which was odd and he wondered what he'd said.
"I ... um ... that is," Ianto seemed to be at a loss as to what to say. "We're that obvious then?"
Bill lifted an eyebrow; he might be a little slow with his own relationships, but he was damn good with other peoples'.
"Bill can spot a couple at two hundred paces," Tom said and grinned; "for the record I just thought Jack flirted with everything that moved."
"He does," Ianto admitted with a small smile. "If it has a pulse Jack will flirt with it; I think it's a hardwired response."
"But you're keeping him on the straight and narrow?" Bill asked, wondering how he would react now if Tom started flirting with someone else.
Ianto nodded. It wasn't as if they'd known each other all that long, but Bill could tell that Ianto was pleased to have someone to talk to. He had the sneaking suspicion that Ianto was usually the one everyone else told their life stories to.
"We used to have a casual thing," Ianto said with a somewhat fond smile, "but then something really bad happened and I thought I'd really lost him; then he vanished for a few days and when he came back he was different. Still the same Jack on the outside, but more focused underneath, more committed, to everything really: to me; to the team. He still hasn't told us what happened while he was gone."
Ianto's tone was contemplative and they all fell into silence for a while. Bill didn't quite know what to say.
"Bet he's good in bed," Tom said suddenly and Bill hit him for it, but Ianto actually laughed.
Tom seemed to have read the situation better than he had.
"Oh yes," the Welshman said, "you can be sure of that and I think he'd still shag anything with an available orifice, but now he'd take me along too."
Bill had to laugh as well. He was formulating another question when something dragged his attention away.
"What was that?" he asked as he heard a most peculiar noise.
"What was what?" Ianto asked, seemingly oblivious.
"That," Tom said as the noise occurred again.
Bill looked at Tom and his twin looked back as Ianto again looked blank.
"The sound like something tearing," Tom said and it wasn't quite how Bill would have described it, but it did make sense.
The conversation probably would have continued if at that moment their father had not come running from the direction of the lower levels.
"Tom, Bill," their dad called in a tone that sent chills down Bill's spine; there was real fear there, "we have to go."
Their father's tone was so urgent that Bill was on his feet in moments and ran out into the main area. There was a third repeat of the noise and it was really weird; to Bill it was almost as if he felt the sound rather than heard it.
Three figures appeared in different parts of the base at the same time. They were all tall and covered from head to foot in armour; Bill couldn't even see any eyes on the one he looked at. He went cold as some instinct told him that these people were the enemy; that they were very unfriendly.
Suddenly his dad was running into the centre of the room waving his arms and yelling in a language that Bill had never heard before. One of the invaders lifted their arm and Bill's eyes focused in on a device in the person's hand. It didn't really look like a gun, but Bill knew a weapon when he saw one and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. A blue beam erupted from the device and lanced straight at his dad and all he could do was watch.
Bill's mind point blank refused to believe what he was seeing as his father fell backwards against one of the desks. It was just impossible; an alien had just shot his dad and Tom screamed the denial that was lost somewhere in Bill's shock. The armoured alien lifted the gun again and Bill just stood there as Tom dived towards their father and the enemy took aim. A second bolt of blue light shot from the gun and Tom yelled something, throwing out a hand. Amazingly the energy beam seemed to bounce off something invisible and skittered into the wall.
Another of the invaders took aim at Tom this time and Bill's world slowed right the way down as two of the enemy pointed weapons at his twin. Tom wasn't even looking in the right direction to see one and, when a bolt clipped the back of Tom's leg, sending him sprawling to the floor, Bill just reacted. There was danger to his family and his friends and something inside of him simply exploded.
It was like an atom bomb going off in his chest as energy burst into his cells, travelling up his arms as if they we conduits and he threw up his arms. His hands were literally glowing, but he barely noticed as white light ripped from the tips of his fingers and lanced with uncanny accuracy straight at the enemy. Every thing in the room was suddenly remote as if he'd taken a step back from it and all that mattered was the safety of his family and friends.
Two of the enemy were crumpled heaps and that left only one standing and he lifted his hand, fingers radiating white light. There was no doubt in his mind as he looked at the armoured helmet; for that instant he felt perfectly calm as the energy played through him and he prepared to defend his own. It was like a frozen moment in time almost as if reality had come to a grinding halt.
What broke it was an ear splitting noise that filled his head and made him want to scream and the invaders vanished as quickly as they had come. A small part of Bill was furious that his opponents were gone, but the rest was just reeling in shock as with the danger went the strange energy running through him. It was like a switch had flipped on when the invaders had hurt Tom and off when they had gone and Bill really couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
He looked over to where his father and Tom were thankfully moving and then, almost as an afterthought, began to crumple to the floor as his body decided it was time to shut down.
End of Part 4
On to Part 5