(Y/N)'s Perspective
"I have to warn you, (Y/N), I know you're a strong girl, and you can hold your own, but... Please be careful when you clean that thing's chambers. He'll be in there while you are, and I just would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to one of my employees", Dr. Bryce began. "You may be just a janitor, but you're still one of my favorite employees."
He smiled at me, and I smiled back, nodding in acknowledgement.
"I swear I'll be careful, doctor", I swore to him, making a cross-my-heart motion with my finger over my chest.
"Good, good", He replied, and gave me a gentle pat on the back.
I left the main room, pushing my cart of cleaning supplies down the hall. I looked down at my map of the building, and looked ahead of me. The cluttered halls were a little off-putting in this section of the building, but I knew I was safe. I came up to a wall with an autumn forest for wallpaper. I saw the outline of a door, and I gently gave it a push. It gave way, slightly, and I gasped softly. I shook it off, and just shoved the door open, quickly pushing my cart of supplies in right behind me.
"Damn!", I cursed in pain, as I stubbed my toe on a small end table.
Shaking my head in annoyance, I shut the door behind me, and locked it. That's when I looked up.
Oh, my god.
***
Tommy's Perspective
I locked eyes with a young woman who looked to be about 19, or 20. She had beautiful, (H/C) hair, and the way her (E/C) eyes stared into mine caused a blush to heat up my cheeks. I was absolutely starstruck by her. Somehow, a human had beauty as ethereal as an angel, or even one of my kind. I swallowed hard, and trembled slightly. Suddenly, I shook my head, and took a step back. Fear now filled me. I had no idea who this strange woman was. She could've been another doctor, here to hurt me again, with those awful experiments! With a quavering voice, I finally said something.
"Wh-who are you?", my voice cut the thick tension with a knife, and my heart pounded. "What are you doing in here?"
The woman stuttered, and awkwardly laughed. She walked closer to me, and the closer she came, I backed up further and further. I was uncertain if I should run, or if I should get physical.
"I'm (Y/N)(L/N)", she finally said. "I-I'm just a janitor. You must be Tommy Newton, right?"
There was something strange in her eyes. It seemed like lust, fear, and curiosity all at once. Moreso fear, though.
"Y-yeah... That's me", I told her, giving her an up and down look.
Despite the bland janitor's uniform, I could see that she had a lovely figure underneath the bagginess of the clothing.
"Umm... I-I'm just here to clean, I'm sorry if I scared you", she apologized, motioning towards a cart of cleaning supplies a couple feet behind her.
I nodded, and calmly sat back down on my bed.
"It's alright", I answered, feeling the muscles in my body finally relax after being tensed up from fear.
"I-I'll get to work, now. Don't mind me", she stated, as she picked out a handheld duster from the cart of supplies, and began to dust around the top of the dresser in the room.
***
(Y/N)'s Perspective
Oh god... I must seem like such an idiot in front of him. I'm acting so nervous! He's so fucking sexy, too! Goddamn, I haven't felt that kind of spark at first sight, ever!
"I-I don't mind you here... In fact, you're doing me a favor", he spoke, giving me a weak, but genuine looking smile. "I'd like to talk to you, actually. You arouse my curiosity."
I cocked my head to the side, wondering what he'd want to talk about with me. A blush of crimson manifested itself across my cheeks, but I tried to hide it, the best I could.
"Sure. You arouse my curiosity, as well, Tommy", I said, shrugging.
His little smile grew wider, and I looked him in the eyes, pausing from my cleaning.
"This isn't your only job, is it?", he asked me.
Strange question, but he wasn't wrong.
"Oh, no... That would be quite miserable."
"Haha.. That's why I asked. I figured it wasn't your only source of income. What's your main thing, then, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Well... I'm a rising star! I'm a solo rock musician. I play electric guitar, and sing. I've been doing it since I was 14, but I very recently have been playing a handful of gigs, and getting a lot of attention. I'm close to signing my first record deal, to debut", I explained to him, feeling proud of myself for being as cool of a person as I was.
"Ah", he replied, looking around the room, mindlessly. "I-I like music a whole lot, actually. I'm sure you're great."
I laughed, and shook my head. A cheeky smile appeared on my face, and I couldn't stop smiling.
"What kind of music is your favorite, Tommy?", I asked him, curiously.
"Well... I like rock n' roll.. like Led Zeppelin", he told me, blushing.
"Led Zeppelin is my favorite band", I said, with a smile. "Jimmy Page is definitely a huge idol of mine."
"That's very cool...", he replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
Suddenly, he pulled off his sweater, revealing his scrawny, but toned form, underneath. I did a double take and realized that he had bruises on his collarbones, and down his arms. I gasped, and dropped the duster I held.
"Tommy... What the hell is all that? Did the doctors do all that to you here?", I asked him, with wide eyes.
His eyes widened as well, and he stumbled over his words, nervously.
"W-well... Yes, but, I-it's just for the experiments. They say it's for the better", he admitted, finally.
He looked down at the floor, his brows furrowed in a expression of uncomfortableness, and shame. My heart ached with pity for him. I needed to help this poor, sweet man.
"Oh, Tommy... It's not for the better", I started, as I carefully approached him, and sat down next to him on the bed. "They're hurting you. It's unfair. You're not just some test subject, you're a sweet alien. You don't deserve this."
"Yes, I do."
Tears started falling from his eyes, now, and I quickly wiped the salty fluid away. I very gently held his hand. They were ice cold, and for a split second, I wondered where the hell all his blood was, if he was that cold.
"No, you don't deserve it. Please, tell me what they do to you", I begged him.
He sighed, and shook his head.
"It started when they started taking blood from me. It was always about two or three vials, and I felt so sick afterwards", he began. "Then they started shooting me up with different things to see how my body would react. I guess they thought I had allergies. However, my kind is immune to having allergies to any of the elements on this planet."
He then went on more, and told me about how they cut him, pinched him roughly, tested his pain tolerance, and even took random locks of his hair. I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. I was under the impression that the experiments done on him were not to intentionally hurt him, even if they did hurt him, sometimes. I couldn't have been more wrong. Dr. Bryce wasn't the good man I thought he was, considering he sat by and let this all happen. I shook my head in despair.
"Please let me help you get out of here. I can help you escape tonight", I explained to him, as I held onto his hands tighter.
He stared into my eyes, his eyes still glistening with tears.
"Y-you would do that for me?", he asked, sniffling slightly.
"Of course. Please, Tommy. I'm one of the most trusted people out of this entire building. Nobody would suspect me, I promise you. And—and you can live with me, and be safe with me", I explained to him, desperate to help this poor man.
"Okay.. I'll do it", he told me, his eyes suddenly having a flash of determination.
I smiled so happily, and he suddenly threw his arms around me. Tight squeeze. Getting tighter.
"T-Tommy", I choked out, as he squeezed me so tightly, I thought I'd explode. "Too tight!"
He let go, and I gasped for air.
"Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry! I-I just... Isn't that what a hug is?", he asked, scratching his head.
"Yes.. I-it is. It's just that you don't do it so tight", I explained, laughing. "It's like this."
I hugged him, gently, with some pressure. He hugged me back, matching the same gentleness and pressure I hugged him with.
"Oh, thank you, (Y/N)", he thanked me, as we pulled away from the hug.
"You are more than welcome. I'll come back for you at midnight, okay? Be waiting, and ready. I promise I'll be here", I promised him, getting up from his bed.
"Yes, I will be here. I trust you", he replied, nodding happily.
I gave him one last smile before scooping up my supplies and pushing my cart out of the room.
***
Tommy's Perspective
I was so happy. I was finally going to be free, and this amazing woman is finally here for me! I felt so ecstatic about it all. She was absolutely gorgeous, sweet, and talented. She was all I ever wanted, and finally she's come into my life. I smiled as I watched her walk out. I bit my lip slightly, and a blush reddened my face as I looked at the way her hips swayed as she walked, and I admired the shape of her ass. I suddenly felt my body heat up with arousal, the minute she shut the door.
"Fuck!", I cursed, as my heart rate slowed.
I had rather beastly instincts towards my objects of attraction. However, I knew I had to keep it under control. I wouldn't let my dangerous self harm (Y/N).
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Saving The Alien (Tommy Newton X Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a rising star in the rock industry. She's a solo artist, who plays guitar and sings. However, she isn't too big yet, so part-time, three days a week, she works as a janitor at the government laboratory where Tommy is being held captive at...
