TITLE: History of Me
AUTHOR:

meckikun 
GENRE:Twincest, Angst, Drama
RATING: PG-13 (so far)
PAIRING: Bill/Tom
SUMMARY: After a car crash, Bill loses all of his memory. How will he cope with the fans, his family, and his relationship with Tom?
DISCLAIMER: This probably never happened.

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“Thank God.” Bill groaned, stumbling out of the bus and into the gas station parking lot clutching his stomach.

“I can’t believe you got carsick. You never get carsick.” Tom said, climbing out after him. Bill turned and glared at him, just barely holding down his lunch. He couldn’t remember ever being this miserable, which wasn’t saying much, only having a week’s worth of memories.

“Does the bus always sway so much?” Bill asked, leaning against the large bus. Tom shrugged.

“You get used to it.”

Bill groaned, sliding down and sitting on the asphalt. He was losing track of how many things he was supposed to get used to.

“Hey, come on, Bill. It’ll get better, I promise.” Tom soothed, kneeling down beside his twin. Bill shook his head, looking forlornly up at Tom.

“I don’t think it’s getting better, Tomi.” Bill said quietly. He was almost surprised at how fast he had fallen into calling his brother by such a loving nickname, but Tom didn’t seem to mind, or notice, so he decided to stick with it.

“Billa.” Tom pulled Bill into an embrace, willing away his little brother’s nausea. Bill trembled slightly in Tom’s hold as a soft wind picked up, making the warm air cool down a bit. “Come on, let’s get back on the bus.” Bill shook his head, dreading having to get back on the road.

“No, can we go in the gas station? I want candy.” Tom nodded, pulling Bill to his feet, arms still wrapped firmly around him. Tom led his brother into the small station, already heading to the candy isle. The store was pretty much empty besides the cashier, and the boys managed to avoid bringing much attention to themselves.

“Gummy worms?” Tom asked as Bill scanned the isle. Bill nodded, and Tom grabbed a bag, which Bill instantly tore open, shoving several worms into his mouth. Tom chuckled. “We still have to pay for those, you know.” He shook his head teasingly, and Bill blushed slightly.

“Is that all?” The cashier asked, sounding very bored, as they stepped up to the counter.

“Uhm.” Tom glanced at the magazine rack, grabbing one and dropping it on the counter. “Yeah. Bill, give him the bag so he can ring it up.” Bill reluctantly handed the already half empty bag of gummies over to the cashier, who glared at him. Tom sighed, paying for their items and dragging Bill back outside to the bus.

“Tomi,” Bill whined, and Tom looked at him.

“Yup?” He replied, glancing around for any sign of their friends. Georg and Gustav had disappeared a while ago, saying something about getting fresh air.

“How much longer ‘til we get to wherever the hell we’re going?”

“Just a few days. I mean, we just got on the bus this morning!” Tom laughed, and Bill pouted.

“Whatever.”

Tom stared as Bill turned and climbed up the steps into the bus, disappearing as the door shut behind him.

“Yo, Tom!”

Tom turned to see Georg and Gustav walking towards them and grinned.

“Sup. Where the hell’d you guys go?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Georg shrugged.

“Took a walk.” He said, and Gustav nodded.

“Okay... If you say so.” Tom teased, and Georg pushed him.

“Anyways, where’s Bill?” Gustav questioned, glancing around the empty parking lot. Tom gestured to the bus.

“I think he’s pissed at me, although I’m not entirely sure why.”

“What else is new? You never know why.” Georg said laughingly.

“Whatever.” Tom frowned slightly, then smiled. “I’m goin’ in.” He opened the door, stepping up into the bus and looking around. He could hear something coming from the bunk area, and decided to investigate. All the bunks were empty except for his, which had the curtains pulled closed. He opened the curtain a bit, peeking in.

“Billa?”

Bill was sitting with the bag of gummy worms and a portable DVD player in his lap. Tom snorted as he saw Harry Potter playing across the small screen.

“What.” Bill said, looking up at him.

“Can I come in?” Tom asked, and Bill laughed.

“I suppose.”

Tom sat down beside Bill, closing the curtain behind him.

“Which one you watchin’?”

“Sorcerer’s Stone. Kinda hard to watch anything but the first one, when you don’t remember what happens in any of them.” He said, looking back at the screen. Tom watched as a giant snake came out of a glass cage, and many people screamed.

“Wow, you just started it, didn’t you?”

“Ja.”

“Oh.”

They sat in silence for a while. Tom was bored out of his mind, but Bill seemed rather engrossed in the movie. Finally, Bill sighed and paused the movie, turning and looking at Tom.

“If you don’t want to watch it with me, go somewhere else.” He said flatly.

“What makes you think I don’t want to watch it?”

“You haven’t stopped fidgeting since you sat down.”

“Oh.” Tom looked down at his lap. Bill sighed again, turning the player off and shoving it to the end of the bunk.

“I was bored with it anyways.”

**

“Ew, Tomi, that’s sick!” Bill made a face at his brother.

“What? It is not.”

“God, seriously?”

“Yeah, try it.” Tom held out a few fries dipped in a disgusting looking sauce.

“What the hell did you even dip those in?” Bill asked, carefully taking the fries from Tom.

“Um. Ketchup, mustard, hot sauce, and pickle relish.”

“You’re disgusting.” Bill said, glancing at Tom oddly before tentatively taking a bite of the fries. After a second he made a face, but took another bite.

“Good, huh?” Tom laughed.

“Pish, no.” Bill said as he dipped his remaining fry in the bowl of the sauce Tom had made just minutes ago.

“Then why are you still eating it?”

Bill stopped, french fry half way to his mouth, and stared at his brother.

“I don’t know.”

Tom shook his head as Bill swallowed down the fry whole, before picking up a few more.

“You’re worthless, you know that?” He teased.

“I’d make a retort, but I think this fry sauce says enough about you.” Bill snorted, and Tom laughed.

“What, you’re eating it too!”

Bill rolled his eyes.

“I think you put cocaine or something in there.”

“What? Why the hell would you say that?”

“Because it tastes like shit, but I can’t stop eating it.”

“That sounds more like chew to me.” Georg piped up. The twins looked over at him, having not realized he was even in the room.

“When the hell’d you come in here?” Tom asked, and Georg glared at him.

“I was already here when you morons sat down.”

“Oh.” Bill frowned.

Suddenly everything swayed harshly as the bus came to a stop.

“Are we there?” Tom asked curiously.

“Finally!” Bill jumped up, running over to the bus door, and flung it open, peeking his head out. “Hotel!” He called excitedly. Georg and Tom both laughed loudly as Gustav walked into the room.

“We there?” He asked quietly, suppressing a yawn.

“Yes!” They heard Bill call as he jumped down the stairs into the hotel parking lot. Gustav grinned tiredly.

“Good. Hotel means big bed.”

Bill’s voice trailed in through the still open door, yelling something very loudly.

“Fuck!” Bill said, stomping back onto the bus. The three other boys looked over at him, confused by his sudden change of mood. “The hotel overbooked, we have to share rooms.” There was a general groan, and Tom stood up.

“Great… Who am I rooming with?”

Bill stared at him a moment.

“Me.”

**

“Fuck! Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Bill cried out hopping up and down on one foot just inside their hotel room. Tom looked over at him as he closed the door to the room.

“What?”

Bill turned and glared at him.

“I dropped my fucking suitcase on my fucking toe.”

Tom snorted.

“It’s not funny!” Bill whined, flopping down on one of the beds.

“Okay, sorry, sorry.” Tom walked over, dropping a bag on the unoccupied bed. A brief silence filled the room as Tom unzipped his duffel bag, checking to make sure all his hats had survived the trip, and Bill sat on his bed cradling his aching foot.

“This hotel is nice.” Bill finally said softly.

“What? Oh, yeah.” Tom muttered. “We’ve had better. Much better.” Bill looked up at him.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Like that time in Madrid, we each had our own suite. But you made me trade rooms with you, because you said the bathroom wasn’t big enough.” Tom snorted.

“Which reminds me. How big is our bathroom here?” He asked, jumping up and running over to the bathroom door. Tom heard him groan. “Tomi! It’s fucking tiny!”

Tom shook his head, zipping his bag back up and moving it onto the couch. He sighed as Bill fell dramatically backwards onto his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

“Tomi.” He said, still not looking at Tom. “The shower is the size of a broom closet. I think it’s smaller than the shower on the bus.” Tom laughed.

“No shower is smaller than that thing.”

“True.” Bill rolled onto his side, picking at the sheet. “Tomi?”

“Yup.” Tom said distractedly, now sifting through another suitcase.

“How were we when we were little?”

Tom looked up surprised at his little brother.

“What do you mean?”

Bill was silent for a moment.

“Like, what did we used to do? Before we started the band, I mean. How were we in school?”

Tom sighed, closing his eyes. School had been a traumatizing experience for both of them, but Tom hadn’t dealt with half the shit Bill went through.

“We used to play in the park a lot. Mom was always yelling at us because we never came home on time. After a few years, she stopped yelling, and started expecting us to just show up when we felt like it.” Tom smiled, remembering the first time they had shown up late. They had been only seven years old, and Simone had been livid.

“What about Andreas?”

“We started hanging out with Andreas when we were like, four. But, we didn’t become close friends until like, fourth grade.” Andreas had been one of the ‘popular kids’ in the early years of school, but had finally started talking to them after he had accidently gone into the girls bathroom and was labeled a freak.

“Did we have a lot of friends?” Bill asked, and Tom flinched.

“No.” He sighed. “I had a few, but you just had Andreas and me. Mostly me.”

“Why?” Bill sat up, a slightly sad expression on his face.

“Because people are assholes.”

“Oh.” Bill went silent once more, watching Tom for several minutes. “Tomi?” He finally asked again.

“Yes, Billa?”

“Thanks.”

Tom smiled again, looking down at his twin on the other bed.

“Any time, Bill.”