Title: Talk to Me
Zoe, Tom, post-2x09, pg
Summary: Zoe attempts to get Tom to talk to her after the events of 2x9.
Author's Notes: I felt more was needed after the episode 2x09 in terms of Tom and Zoe dealing with what happened. So here's my take on it.
Her head raised quickly, her red puffy eyes meeting his dry ones.
His voice held a softer note. 'I've been looking for you. Harry's called a meeting.'
She merely sniffled and nodded her head, eyes fixed on the tissue her fingers were systematically shredding.
Against his better judgement, Tom approached her slowly, lowering himself to the ground next to her behind the cabinets.
'How did you find me?'
It was only her hiccupped sobs that had informed him of her location, had he not heard her he was positive he would have spent a further hour trying to find her. He told her so.
'It's not fair,' she murmured, her fingers ripping through what little of the tissue was left. 'It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!' she screamed, as she threw the mangled tissue onto the floor and pounded on the cabinet in front of her with closed fists.
'No,' Tom replied, calmly.
Zoe turned to face him. 'Is that all you have to say?'
He sighed. 'What do you want me to say?' he asked, meeting her eyes. She looked at him, horrified.
'No, Tom, I will not let you do this, not this time,' she whispered fiercely. Upon his quizzical look she continued. 'I will not allow you to bury this like you do everything else, as you always have done. I know that you're hurting, and I know that the pain is eating you up inside. I saw it in your eyes, Tom!'
She was getting angrier. 'It will kill you, Tom. It will suffocate you in here.' She pounded his chest over his heart with her fist. 'I know you're as angry and as hurt about it as I am.'
He gently took hold of her hands, stopping them. Silently, he met her eyes.
'Tom', she begged, 'just for once, talk to me.'
His eyes, momentarily clouded with the remorse he knew they both felt, never left hers.
'Please,' she whispered. They both knew she needed it as much as he did.
Slowly, his eyes removed themselves from hers, became detached, as the walls went back up.
'Please,' he heard her whisper almost silently, knowing she had been defeated. He lowered her hands to her lap, his thumb briefly rubbing the back of her hand tenderly, before getting up.
She slumped down against the wall even further.
'Meeting's in five,' he said, as he got up and walked towards the door.
She nodded almost imperceptibly, and replied, her voice level. 'I'll be there.'
He wanted to talk to her, he really did.
He just didn't know how.