Skylights

Hi-hi, people. This is an continous skins fanfiction. You got the disclaimer up there.

And it's gonna be slash (homosexuals and stuff)
Tony/Maxxie slash to be more specific.
And T/M SMUT later on (certainly)

It takes place after the first season.

Chapter One


Tony woke up.
His eyes stinning and his lids fluttering his greyblue orbs were barred and they stared blank, unfocused into space.
It took a minute before Tony could even concentrate on his surroundings. All he could feel was a painful jerk in his chest and that pain was not physical.
It was not his chest hurting.
His chest was alrigt.
His body was alright.
But the pain was there and his head was spinning and there was a sudden rush of emotions, unidentifieable, but overwhelming.
And tony knew he was confused.
It was something he couldn't pin down, but somehow the idea of being confused seemed odd to him.
As if everything used to be clear in his life and now it was covered with the grey mist he had never expierenced before.
He tried to figure out what it was that concerned him.
He wondered about his friends and if there were issues.
He couldn't think of any.
Then he wondered about his parents and family.
No results there either.
Then he wondered about himself his hand coming up to touch his slightly aching head.
A bandage was covering it and the teen considered his surroundings for the very first time.
He was in a hospital bed.
Great.
Now, THAT was obviously wrong.
There was this bandage, the white sheets, the overly clean smell, a braclet reading "Tony....".
It was certainly a shit situation.
Who wanted to be in a hospital.
Exspecially without knowing what the reason was.
He let out an exasperated sigh and spotted a big, red button on his right side.
He smiled.
No, actually he grinned.
Then he pressed it.

Marissa Anderson hated the nightshift.
It was quiet and dark and her contact to people was minimal.
It was mostly the patients she dealt with anyway, and who would ever lead an interesting converstion with a comatous person.
Really.
Therefore her head shot up and her mood lightened when she heard the wake up alarm of one of the rooms.
It was the dark haired teenage boy and just looking at his sleeping form brought her to higher levels.
She was happy to finally be able to talk to him and even happier that he had woken at all.
It had really been a close call for him.
Marissa shot a glance to her coworker, Matt Hamtom and they both hurried into the room.
They were greeted by Tony, forehead drawn into an impatient frown.
"Why am I here_", the boy demanded to know and Marissa smiled sweetly.
"Accident. Got run over by a car. Had some bad injuries, but by now most of them are gone. We were concerned about your head, of course", she summed up while Matt went over to check on Tonys bloodpressure. "But now that you're conscious again and alright everything is fine."
Tony stared at her.
Matt, as matter of fact, did too.
"Ehm. You are alright, aren't you?", the blond nurse asked nervously.
Tony nodded.
"Sure."
"What's your name", Matt asked from right next to his head.
"Tony...."
"Age?"
"16?"
"17 actually. You slept through your birthday", Marissa added.
"Your girlfriends name?"
"Ehm, why would I want a girlfriend?"
"Quiet obvious", Matt claimed.
Tony looked at him strangley.
"You mean I've got a girlfriend?!!"
"As a matter of fact: yes."
"Oh."
"What oh?!"
"I didn't know I had a girlfriend. I can't remember her."
"Her name's Michelle."
"Michelle?!!"
"Kind of hangs out with that small guy. Sid or something."
"Can't remeber her. Or that Sid guy. Or..."
"Say how do you know that your name's Tony?"
The black haired boy lifted up his wirst, pointing at the paper braclet that spelled out his name.
"It's quite obvious, isn't it?"
The two nurses stared at him, Matt surpressing a smile, Marissa looking somewhat pleased.
"Hate to break it to you mate, but you've lost your memory", Matt eventually said.
Tony laughed.
"Come on. Stop joking. I know my name", he argued.
"Cause it's practiacly written ON you."
"I would have known it anyway."
"I doubt it", Matt said and got up from beside Tony.
"I'm gonna get a doctor and call your parents."
Tony looked up.
"What? They're not here?"
"No. They're home. We have instructions to call should you wake up."
"Wow. They seem to be bad parents", the patient claimed.
"Actually no. You were unconcious for 3 months."

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Ha...that was the first chapter of my first skins fanfic ever.
I hope you liked it so far and are looking forward to a lot of Toni/Maxxie smut......*giggles*
And since I'm not native I need someone to go and check my spelling and stuff, so if someone volunteered to betaread this I'd be happy beyond happiness.
And please leave reviews.
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And they make me smile and wanna hug the world