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Summary: Superhero AU- Thomas Sanders sure has a lot to deal with some days.

Ships: Logicality and Prinxiety

Warnings: Panic/anxiety.....yea that’s the most of what I can think of. Tell me if there’s anything I’m forgetting.

Words: 1334

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Thomas Sanders, at this point, had gotten used to some periodic sudden anxiety. It just happened to work out like that when you’re connected to a group of superheroes. One way Logic had described it once was- he was their center, their core, in a sense. The threadweaver of all the strings that connected them all. That said… He also was rather content to stay out of the direct fray and be the mediator, a calming presence on the sidelines.

That desire was also strongly influenced by the fact that he wasn’t particularly useful when he was curled into a ball of himself trying to fight off whatever THIS wave of panic stems from. Thomas squeezed his arms in time with his breaths, eyes shut. Thomas hissed one of his breaths- it really wasn’t helping that he felt like he was gonna die. 

And it was gone. Thomas took in a harsh, ragged breath. Not all of it. He still felt extremely anxious. But the feeling of being suffocated had lightened so quickly Thomas was certain he’d been taken on some else’s emotional rollercoaster. 

“Goodness Gracious,” Thomas huffed. Now to figure out who it was he should be trying to talk to. Patton had been trying to teach him how to parse through the emotional connection between the 5 of them, but it wasn’t exactly easy when it just felt like You. 

Thomas was fairly sure his current swirl of anxiety was coming mostly from Virgil. Mostly. It could be his own. He has plenty of reasons to be anxious on his own. Thomas lulled his head against his knees and sighed. Virgil and Logan are the most likely to not mind a quick thought-chat. Thomas shook his head. Virgil it is.

-

“Ro will be fine! Logan had the medics look at him- It’ll be cool! He’s not gonna die or anything and we’ll be fine.” Thomas rubbed his temples and shook his head. “And I talk to myself way too much-” Thomas grumbled making another round in his pacing, half confident he’d run a hole into the carpet sometime soon.

Ring. Thomas paused. Ring. He scrambled over to the couch to snatch his phone from it’s clutches. 

Ri-

“Hello?”

“Did you like… Run a mile or something?”

“Oh, I’m fine, thanks for asking,” Thomas grumbled into the phone.

Roman laughed on the other side of the call, “You sound like Anxiety when you say that.”

“I’m feeling kinda extra anxious right now so I’m not surprised.”

There was a shuffle on the other end- maybe like someone adjusting blankets?- and Roman let out a breath, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Ro, no I-” Thomas groaned and fell back into the cushions, “I’m just glad you’re safe, okay? How’re you doing?”

“I’m okay. Tired, but, okay.”

“You should take a-”

“Thomas, I’ve been asleep far longer than I ever want to sleep again.” Roman laughed, “Seriously, how does anybody lie in bed for more than 6 hours?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, “One day buddy, you’re gonna regret your teenage rebellion against sleep.”

“Hey now! I’m almost a legal adult!”

“Not if you still have to add the qualifier of ‘legal’ in front of it,” Thomas muttered into the phone, shaking his head.

“Bleep you.”

Thomas let out an exaggerated gasp which sent Roman into a round of rumbustious laughter.  “No-  Stop- Stop laughing this is totally serious- No swearing young man!” 

“-you’re redder than your sash,” another voice crackled on the other end of the line.

“Who was that?”

“Oh yeah! I’m at a friend’s house. His mom let me stay over.”

“You’re not at home?” The bubble of joy popped.

“Um.” Thomas felt a hint of- was that guilt? It weighed in his chest like a rather large dog had decided to stand on him. He heard a door shut before Roman sighed and whispered, “Kinda useless hiding it from you, huh?” A small pause of quiet. “I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay?”

“Yeah- um.” Thomas shifted the phone to his other ear. The anxiety had settled right alongside the other emotion- weirdly comfortable in a way. “Okay.” 

“Hey, uh.” Roman leaned against the doorway, “So, Lo said Anxiety was gonna talk to you-”

“We talked, yeah.”

“Well. Um, I don’t have his number or like- anything, and I know he’s probably super worried and- I guess I was hoping you could tell him I’m okay?”

Thomas huffed a laugh, “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

Roman let out a breath, “Thanks.”

“By the way- who’s your friend?”

“Oh, his name’s Virgil!” 

Thomas choked on air. He coughed a few times for good measure and- “Oh-kay, tha- That’s cool!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah bud. Just- just dandy.”

“Oh! Pizza’s here! Um-”

“Go hang out with your friend Ro.”

“Kay then I’ll talk to you later sometime-”

“Hey, Ro?” Roman hummed in acknowledgement and Thomas sighed, “I just- I want you to know I’m here for you, okay? I’m one call- or, well- even just a thought- away, okay? And… It’s okay for you to be scared. I’m not gonna hold it against you, and you shouldn’t hold it against yourself either.”

A beat of silence. “Um. Thanks Thomas.”

-

Thomas had waited before trying to contact Virgil.

‘Hey, how’s the Anxious one?’

‘Fine, why?’ was the reply back. Virgil always sounded a little more echoed, slightly more distorted when they talked this way. Thomas always wondered if he sounded different to the others when he talked to them psychically. Hadn’t ever had the confidence to inquire however.

Thomas smiled, ‘A certain Creative boy asked about you. By the way, how’s the sleepover going?’

‘How did you know about that!?’

Thomas winced, ‘Quieter please. Roman called me, talked about his friend Virgil. I only know of a few Virgils.’

‘Oh.’ A moment of silence, ‘Wait, he asked about me? Ohmygod wait he talked about me? What did he say-’

Thomas rolled his eyes, ‘Please, gay panic somewhere else. It was brief, ok. He’s as oblivious as a doornail though, I hope you’re aware of that.’

‘Yeah that’s half the appeal,’ Virgil joked, ‘but really, what did he say? I’m gonna be stressing bout it for hours if you don’t tell me.’

‘He just wanted you to know he was ok, and he just mentioned you to explain he wasn’t back home. That’s that.’

‘ohmygod he wanted me to know he was ok ohmygod-’

‘Gay Panic elsewhere!’

‘**** you. I’m panicking in my mind, it’s your own fault you’re here too!’

Thomas laughed ‘yeah, you’re right I suppose. I’ll leave you to panic.’

Virgil swore at him once more and Thomas opened his eyes with a shake of his head.

“Well, can’t say I didn’t check up on him now.”

-

Thomas didn’t feel like pacing anymore, so he counted that as evidence that either Virgil had managed to relax or that it really was his own emotions and the phone call had helped relieve some of those lingering fears. 

He was vaguely aware of a bundle of concern from one of the others (likely mostly from Patton now), and a restless energy (probably Logan or Roman- probably both), still pulling him to opt for a walk.

The light of day was lingering on the horizon, a lovely hue of pinks and oranges. Thomas hummed to himself, phone in hand as he typed out messages to affected community members, considering posting some of his singing. He was never sure if his power itself actually worked through recordings, but, at the very least, people still found comfort and joy in it. It’s the least he could do, right?

“You’re- Thomas Sanders, right?”

Thomas looked up from his phone and smiled at the redheaded stranger. He’d gotten a little too used to people just- knowing him. “Yep! Who may you be?”

The densely freckled boy adjusted his hat and smiled. He glanced up from under the brim of his cap, eyes a shocking golden yellow. “You can call me Dee.”