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Summary: It's Valentine's night, 1999, which means it's time for the annual party at the mines in this small Pennsylvania mining town. But this year will be unlike any other when terror erupts and he has one target in particular in mind...
Pairing: Tom Hanniger x reader
Word Count: 3,800ish
Warnings: language, all the usual horror movie things
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Please enjoy my very first Tom Hanniger fic! While this story does diverge from what happens in the movie, do not read without having seen the movie first as there as some plot spoilers within! (That means you @zepskies 😂)
“Can I watch Halloween?” asked your little brother Terry. You sighed over the top of your book, the ten year old staring back with pleading eyes. “Please?”
“Are you going to get nightmares?” He shook his head as you flicked your eyes back to the page. “No way in hell, kid.”
“Come on! Mom and dad will never know.”
“Yes they will because you’ll have nightmares and demand to sleep in their room for the next month. Watch Pokemon or something,” you said.
“It’s eight on a Friday night,” he deadpanned back. “Pokemon isn’t on.”
“Well, we’re both disappointed with how our nights are going then,” you said absentmindedly, closing your eyes when you say him pout. “Sorry. I had plans to go to a party was all.”
“Why do teenagers have parties at night? Don’t you guys get tired?” You smirked as he plopped down on the end of the couch.
“Ask me that in 9 years when you’re my age,” you chuckled, sitting up and tucking your book on the coffee table. “Alright. How about I let you watch something rated R but I pick. Deal?”
“I’m making popcorn!” He hopped up and ran over to the kitchen, your ears perking up at the sound of the house phone ringing. You got up and picked up the phone from the cradle.
“Hel-”
“Y/N, it’s mom.” Her voice was off, a frown immediately on your face. “Where are you and Terry?”
“In the house? What-”
“I want you to go next door to the Robsen’s right now. Right now. Don’t ask questions.”
“Mom-”
“Do what I tell you!” Your eyebrows were sky high when the call ended, less than a minute passing before you were grabbing Terry by the arm.
“What did mom want?”
“Listen to me,” you said, his whole body stiffening at your tone. “Put on your sneakers and jacket. Now.”
He did as told, watching you slip into your own. You took his hand and jogged across the yard to the Robsen’s, the door already opening before you could ring the bell.
“Get inside kids,” said Mr. Robsen, a shotgun in his hand.
“Terry, go see if Mrs. Robsen has some cookies,” you said. He didn’t buy it but he knew enough not to argue. Mr. Robsen sighed at you, shaking his head when you were alone. “What is happening?”
“Your mom is safe.” Your eyes went wide but he saw you about to start freaking out. “A miner was brought into the hospital, you know Harry Warden?”
“Yeah…” He wiped a hand over his mouth, pulling you into the quite dining room. “The one in a coma after the accident. What-”
“He killed the other survivors in the mine.”
“What the fuck?” He glared at your language but you shook your head. “What-”
“The town is keeping it quiet but Y/N, he woke up and just killed a bunch of people at the hospital.” Your heart dropped, Mr. Robsen shushing you. “Your mom is safe. She and some other nurses barricaded themselves.”
“I um, I need to call my dad. He…he’s on a work trip,” you said, trying to remember the name of the hotel.
“Honey, don’t worry about that. But Harry’s lost it and there’s no telling who he’s going to attack next. You and Terry need to stay here with us until it’s safe, okay?”
“Yeah…yeah that’s-” Your heart clenched. “Tom.”
“Tom? Tom Hanniger?” You nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “Why-”
“Because everyone thinks the accident was his fault. I’m sure Harry thinks that…I have to go. There’s a party in the mines tonight for Valentine’s like there always is. I have to-” Mr. Robsen grabbed your arm when you tried to leave but you shook your head. “I’m sorry.”
He grunted when you kicked him in the balls and ran out the front door, rushing across the yards and over to your dad’s truck. “Y/N!”
You grabbed the keys from the visor flap and turned the ignition, already backing out by the time he was down his front steps. You gripped the wheel tight, swallowing thickly as you sped down the quite streets of your small town.
“Dammit, dammit.” You floored it as much as the truck could take, cop cars passing you and not even bothering to stop you. You spun the wheel and in a few minutes, hit gravel, the truck fishtailing as you swung it around the path down to the mines. You nearly slammed head on into Axel’s truck as he rounded the bend, both of you braking hard.
“Where’s Tom!” you shouted when you rolled down the window.
“It’s too late!” He yelled, the girls shrieking on the bench seat beside him. “He had him cornered. You have to-”
“You left him?” you snarled. Five seconds later, you nearly rolled the truck as you sped down to the mine entrance. There was no sign of Tom or Harry, only sounds of Pearl Jam playing faintly from a boom box nearby and overturned coolers. You parked, taking the pepper spray in the glove compartment out, tucking it in your back pocket.
Everything felt wrong when you exited the vehicle. There was a stench, something foul like death in the air. Carefully, you entered the bright mine, grabbing an old shovel laying near the old storage locker. You didn’t make it more than three feet before you spotted blood and a body.
You jerked, gripping the shovel hard. Leave. You were about to make the biggest horror movie mistake you could. You needed to just get the fuck out of there.
A startled shout snapped you out of it. “Harry. H-Harry stop!”
You ran towards his voice, panic in your veins when you saw Tom on the ground, staring up helplessly at a figure in a mining outfit, bloody pickaxe in his hand.
“Hey, Harry!” The figure turned, in a full mask, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop you from bashing the end of the shovel against the side of his head. He stumbled backwards, dropping the pick as he fell. You brought the shovel down again on his body and once more, a pained shout escaping him. A bone snapped on the next hit and then he was screaming, gripping his leg. “You tried to kill my mom, asshole! Tom didn’t do jack shit to you, psycho!”
“Y/N!” You panted over Harry, holding the shovel for dear life when you spotted two officers from the sheriff’s department rushing inside the mine. They took in the scene for a moment, adrenaline coursing through you. “Y/N…put down the shovel.”
You ignored them, choosing to turn to Tom who looked equally horrified and in awe. You held out a hand, Tom shakily taking it, letting you pull him to his feet. He was covered in blood but you still had him lean on you, the officers taking Harry into custody while you walked out to the entrance with Tom. You ditched the shovel and walked him over to the side of the truck, holding him by the waist before you hugged him tightly.
“Y-You sav…savd…” He shivered, resting his chin on your shoulder. You shushed him, putting a hand on top of his head. “Isum..safvd.”
“You’re in shock. S’okay. It’s okay,” you whispered, Tom holding you too hard, blood smearing your cheek. He kept gripping your jacket, fisting it tight in his large hands. More cars arrived, one of the older officers approaching the two of you.
“You kids alright?”
“Is the hospital open?” you asked. He pressed his lips together, chewing his bottom lip. “He’s in shock and needs a doctor. Now.”
He shook his head and grumbled. “I would not take that boy anywhere public right now. Warden just killed twenty some odd people at the hospital all because of-”
You slapped the officer across the face. Hard. More than a few heads whipped around at you, Tom jerking behind your body.
“He covered for his asshole father and this town is too far up Walter Hanniger’s ass to even realize that there’s no way in hell a nineteen year old kid that drives the forklift would have been operating the oxygen lines. You want to blame someone for those miner’s deaths? Blame Walter. You want to blame someone for murdering half the town tonight? Blame that psycho in there. But don’t you dare,” you got in the officers face, his feet stepping backwards, “Dare, blame Thomas Hanniger. Now call the hospital, tell them we’re on our way, and make sure that the best damn psychologist that works there is waiting for us.”
You turned and took Tom’s hand, walking him over to the passenger side of the truck. You tucked him away inside, shedding your jacket to let him hold onto in the process.
“Call. Now,” you barked at the officer when you rounded the hood back to the drivers side. When you got in the truck, you rolled up the window, Tom sitting in the middle of the bench seat, clutching your jacket in his lap. You grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’re just going to make sure you’re okay and then you’re going to come over my house and stay the night, okay?”
“T-They left me behind.” He was speaking to himself more than you. You weren't sure what horrors he’d just lived through but you could imagine it was enough to give him a lifetime of trauma if the one body you had seen was enough to go off.
“You’re okay,” you said softly, trying not to think of how your friends, his own girlfriend, had left him behind to die. “You’re okay, Tom. I’m right here.”
He nodded, holding your hand so hard it went it numb, all the way to the hospital.
“Things are a bit chaotic around here but I want to admit him for the night for a few hours at least to monitor. You made the right call to bring him here. I-” The doctor's pager went off for the millionth time again, the doctor cursing under this breath. “Can you stay with him until I can get back? Just keep him under the blanket, talk calmly. You saved his life so he sees you as a protector right now, even though he can’t articulate that at the moment. I know I’m asking a lot kid but-”
“But you have plenty of people in this hospital to take care of. I understand.” You watched him go before sitting on the edge of Tom’s bed, the blanket draped over his legs. You rubbed his back, his head going between his knees. “Soooo would now be a bad time to drop that I’ve been crushing on you since I was thirteen?”
His head slowly raised, the fogginess gone from his eyes, confusion in it’s place. “You’ve had a crush on me for the past six years?”
“While you are quite abhorrent,” you teased, stroking his freshly cleaned cheek, “I do quite enjoy looking at your face and hearing the words that come out of it.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, sitting up more, shaking his head. “Are you the one in shock? You, Y/N Y/L/N, do not have a crush on me. You like Axel.”
“Who the hell told you that?”
“Uh, Sarah?” You raised an eyebrow, his own raising. “My Sarah? She told me in like middle school-”
“Dude, I told her I liked you in middle school. Next thing I know, you two are a thing and I’m watching my best friend with my other best friend for the better part of the next five years.”
“You went to prom with Axel though.” You rolled your eyes. Was dating in your small town what you wanted to talk about right now? Not at all. Was it distracting Tom? Absolutely and you’d divulge all your darkest secrets if it meant he wasn’t a shaky, incoherent mess again.
“Thomas, you are so sweet you never saw what was in front of your face. Axel likes Sarah. She was my best friend so yeah, he would hang out with me sometimes. He is shit at sex by the way. I think he lasted six seconds my first time. Yeah, I was super eager to get with that real winner again.”
He cocked his head at you, biting his bottom lip to fight back a smile. “I always liked you but then Sarah happened and…she told me I was like a brother to you.”
“I have a brother. What I feel towards you is not brotherly,” you said, Tom smiling faintly. “The joys of school drama.”
“Yeah, well. After tonight, I think I know who actually gives a shit about me and who doesn’t.” You sighed, throwing your arm over his shoulders. “You didn’t leave Terry alone to come get me, did you?”
“Ditched him at the neighbors.” He nodded, resting his head against your shoulder. “This is probably the wrong thing to say at this moment but there is a high probability my mom kills me tonight for running at a spree killer with a shovel.”
“I’ll save you. I owe you one.” He chuckled to himself. “Only you would know the difference between a serial killer and spree killer.”
“What can I say? I’ve got a kid brother that I love to inflict sibling trauma on by telling him all about the horrors of the world,” you said, gulping when you saw your mom round a corner down the hallway. “Oh boy. Prepare yourself.”
“Tom, are you okay, sweetie?” she said, bypassing you and going straight in for hugging him from the other side of the bed. You blinked wildly, watching them embrace. She checked him over, finishing with her hands on his cheeks. “Your parents are out of town?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly.
“Well, you’ll stay with us until they’re back,” she said, standing and giving you a look to kill. “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”
“Hi?” you squeaked out, her eye twitching. “I would like to remind you that I’m nineteen and you can’t ground me anymore.”
“I would like to remind you that you are a nineteen year old girl and when a psychopath is running around town, you do not go run towards him!”
“In her defense,” said Tom, raising his hand slowly, your mom sighing. “She did save my life…and maybe others…and she was pissed about you almost dying. Technically, she made sure Terry was safe before she went to help me so maybe we settle this at giving your traumatized daughter a hug and we forget the rest?”
“That was so stupid of you,” she said, stepping around the bed and hugging you.
“Didn’t you meet dad when he crashed his car and you pulled him out of a burning vehicle?” you teased.
“Shut up,” she smiled back, breathing deeply. “God, tell me you at least told him you’re in love with him after all that.”
You physically winced, Tom not even bothering to hide his smirk. “Love? You said it was a crush, Y/L/N.”
“Watch yourself, Hanniger,” you mumbled, your mom ruffling your hair. “Why must you torture me so?”
“Deserved after the stunt you pulled. And Thomas…you can do better than Sarah. You can probably do better than Y/N-”
“And Tom needs his rest now, thank you very much,” you said, pushing her away. “Go help people or whatever it is you do.”
“Mhm. Just wait until your father hears about this.” You groaned, Tom’s arm wrapping around your waist as she went back to work.
“She has a point. You shouldn’t have come for me.”
“Don’t you know you’re worth saving?” He stilled, eyes downcast to the end of the bed. “I didn’t think, I just…I knew Harry blamed you and everyone knows about the Valentine’s day party at the mines. I just kicked Mr. Robsen in the nuts and went for it.”
“Why aren’t you scared?” His voice was barely above a whisper. You shook your head.
“I’m terrified. But you need me right now so…I went a little crazy to protect you. I know you have a girlfriend but that doesn’t mean…” You looked away, Tom tucking you into his side.
“Something in me broke when they drove away without me…and then you showing up like…like Ellen Ripley and Sarah Connor all rolled into one badass…you fixed it. I’d be so lost without you. I’d be dead without you. And I have to confess something.”
“What-” He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. A simple, slow, gentle and sure kiss. A brief moment of light on a very dark night. He nuzzled your noses for a moment, breathing softly.
“I’ve been in love with you for ages. But it felt wrong and tonight…tonight showed me the girl I was actually in love with was the one who would do what a town full of people wouldn’t. You didn’t just save my life. You told the truth. Everyone has hated me the past few weeks and I didn’t do anything wrong,” his voice cracked. “My dad told me to take the blame, that I wouldn’t get in trouble, that the town would go under if people found out he cut the oxygen line to save money and didn’t realize it would buildup the gas overtime and cause the explosion and I just…”
“He’s an awful man for putting that on you. But don’t you worry. I will gladly tell every person in this town who’s fault this really is.”
One Week Later
A knock came at the front door, your parents eyeing it wearily. Terry thankfully was still in the dark about what had transpired last week but you all knew it was only a matter of time. School re-opened next week and you were sure he’d be sleeping on your bedroom floor for the next several months.
You got up to answer, your dad scowling under his breath, right on your heels. He hadn’t been as angry as you feared but he didn’t exactly want you going out at night right now either.
He reached around you, pushing him behind himself as he opened the front door, your head ducking under his arm.
“Hi, Mr. Y/L/N. Is uh, oh hey, Y/N.” Tom shifted awkwardly on the front step. “I uh, wanted to see if you wanted to…you know…go out for dinner at the diner…on a date…with me.”
“I’m a little old for you, Hanniger.” You slapped your dad’s chest, shoving your feet into a pair of boots. “Did I say you could go?”
“Who got you a new job with less travel and more money this morning as the new CEO of Hanniger Mining? Would it make you feel better if I brought my shovel?” you teased. You tried to step past him, feeling a finger curl under your shirt collar, tugging you back. “Dad.”
“Home by ten.” You spun around, deadpanning him. He rolled his eyes. “You got anyone else out there that might want you dead, Hanniger?”
“Not that I know of. I’ll just hide behind your daughter if any come up though,” said Tom with a smirk. Your dad returned it, patting your bottom.
“Go have fun. And call if you’re not coming home tonight, alright?” You snagged your purse from the hook and gave him a kiss on the cheek before you were outside with Tom, your dad sighing heavily. “Be safe!”
“I’ll have her back by ten,” said Tom. Your elbowed him on the walkway down to his truck. “What?”
“No, you will not have me back by ten.” He laughed, opening the door for you. “You think I’m not serious?”
“I think you just want in my pants,” he said with a hum, trying to slide across the hood of his truck and nearly falling in the process. You waited until he got behind the wheel, Tom holding up a finger. “You saw nothing.”
“No. I’m so turned on. Do it again,” you deadpanned, his smile coming back, a sight you’d rarely seen the past week. You reached over and held his hand, Tom brushing the back of yours for a moment. “How are you?”
“I think the therapy is helping,” he said quietly. “Just…don’t tell anyone? I’m kinda embarrassed I’m going every day.”
“I won’t. But I don’t think you should hide it either. Needing help isn’t a bad thing.” He smiled, the truck interior still for a moment. “You good?”
“If we go to the diner, odds are we run into people we know. I don’t want drama on our first date.”
“Well, we can drive over to Little Rock where people don’t know us…or we can go have our date here and I’ll happily talk shit about anyone that says anything. Don’t you know? You’re dating the town rebel now.” He laughed loudly, shaking his head as he pulled onto the road, heading for the center of town. “I’m a baddie. I slapped a cop.”
“Is the chief still calling you asking if you’d consider going to the academy so you can join the force?”
“Every damn day. Told him I had bigger fish to fry.”
“You work at the grocery store,” he laughed.
“You’re unemployed. I’m the bread-winner here,” you laughed. He brought your hand to his lips, nipping it lightly. “You know I only recommended my dad temporarily take over because I think you should be CEO someday.”
“If I never step foot in a mine again, it won’t be too soon. I trust your dad will right the ship but I’m never working there again. I’ll be your trophy husband if you want to go catch bad guys though.”
You rolled your eyes, squeezing his hand when you glanced out the window. “Presumptious of you to think I want to marry you. I don’t even know how good the sex is.”
“You beat a killer half to death with a shovel for me. I think your affections towards me well known, Y/L/N,” he teased. “And the sex? Well…I know you so badly want in my pants-”
“Dick.”
“Yes, you are obsessed with that,” he laughed, earning a soft punch from you. “Let’s just say…I’ve only been with one other girl before and I’m sure there’s room for improvement…but I hope you’ll be the last girl I’m ever with if that makes sense.”
“Tom.”
“Hm?” You scooted over, resting your head on his shoulder as he drove along.
“I’m really glad I saved your ass.”
“Me too. Me freakin’ too.”
A/N: What did you guys think? Did you like this spin on Tom and the events of what happened this time around? Would you ever want to see more Tom Hanniger in the future?
