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"It's got my helmet, hat and cleats in it." he responded, unzipping it and seeing his things. Daren's words made his head snap up in shock. he kept that look for a moment before lowing happily. "Right! Our stands are over there," he pointed to the left. "So you can sit over there. Mom's working and I don't know what Mother is doing, and Jason's on call so you might be the only one supporting me today." he grinned. "Thank you again!" And TIm hugged him, but he was very careful how he hugged him, pinning Daren's arms down so he wouldn't have to hug back.

But he quickly let go. "Wish me luck!" and jogged back into their little dug out. "Andy!"

The blonde held up a sheet to block before someone taller took it, hiding Tim from sight as he changed before letting it drop. "all right."

"You look better than everyone here. Don't let Caesar see you."

"What?! He's coming?!"

Andy shrugged. "He needs someone to model for him for a new suit. Your mom's texted."

"you have a bad habit of going through my things." Tim snatched the phone, responding that he was at the game before texting the same thing to Jason, grabbing his bat and going out to warm up, and then, the game.

Andy was looking at Tim, head resting against clenched hands, elbows on his knees and gently rocking his upper body back and forth, eyes wide and murmuring to himself. "Tim?" he questioned.

The haxel eyes turned, "Yes?"

"You all right?"

"I think I forgot to take my medication." he finally admitted, "I didn't take anything last night, and I rushed out this morning."

"Tim, Tim we're only at the third inning you have to keep yourself together." Andy pleaded, hearing the echoing crack of the ball hitting the bat and flying. The crowd behind them went wild. "C'mon, we're doing good. We're 12-7." The next player went up, Andy having to Push Tim down the bench, grabbing his helmet and putting it on him. "Think good thoughts. We're fine."

"I'm going to throw up. God I'm useless why did I forget my medication?"

"no no! You're fine! It's totally okay! The trashcan is right over there." He heard the announcer say that McCully missed his first bat. Maybe if they were lucky he'd get three outs and the next team would be up. "And everyone forgets. We'll just take it when we get home." no, the crack made Andy flinch, looking out before looking down at Tim. "Okay, here's your bat." Andy forced it into his hands and pulled him up. "You have this. Nothing's going to happen. You've done good. You've trained for this."

"Andy. Andy I don't want to play."

"Strike out three times then." and pushed him out.

Tim narrowed his eyes at the bright sun, feeling the heat through his uniform. He felt dizzy, glancing up at the crowd, looking at the multitudes of faces that were families and other coworkers and friends. He was trying not to breathe through his mouth, but he licked his lips and caught himself doing it, stopping and shakily going to home plate. He could do this, he was fine. He'd done it without medication. Just... Just remember hand placement, right there... Stance, like so, and--

The ball flew by him and he flinched staring at the referee behind him in fear before returning to his original pose, doing a test swing and trying to focus, seeing the pitcher throw it and swung, missing again.

Why was he even trying? He was awful. He'd already missed his first two strikes. Even after all that playing...

TImothy swung a third time, surprised by the 'thwack' and the vibrations up his arms, standing there dumbly. Did he hit?

"Run you idiot run!" Andy screamed before Tim ran.

First base, first base. He saw the person on first base grab the ball and wait for Tim. Oh no oh no oh--oh! Basketball tactic! He saw it on tv! The red-head feigned to the left, the man moving with him but Tim quickly snapped back to the right and dropped, skidding the rist of the way with his leg out before hitting the base.

He was pretty positive he heard Andy screaming for joy.

"That was pretty good." Rachel called, climbing up and sitting beside Daren. "Popcorn?"

Amanda was climbing up after her, holding the drinks and sat down on the other side of Daren, properly pinning him to his spot. "I thought you left." she said with a chill to her voice taking the straw between her lips and drinking.

"I wasn't aware you were so indispensable. You would think after what the news said about you they'd relocate you as fast as possible." Amanda murmured, reaching across Daren to take some popcorn from Rachel.

"Well we're here now. What would you like to speak about?" Another thwack, Tim seemingly running for dear life to second base, hitting it and making another skid to third. Rachel analyzed her son who looked ready to throw up right there on the field, watching him glance at home plate and to the dug out.

"Does Tim know you're back?" Amanda asked, taking another sip of soda. "I mean he would have surely called us if you were, so I guess not."

"Does he?" Rachel mused, eating a few pieces of popcorn. "Spent the night in the same bed too? I hope your shirts were on. You know the rules."

"I'm surprised he even went back to you after what happened with your dad." Amanda grumbled, "Talk about looking for bad relationships."

"I didn't even know he was on medication. What sort?" Rachel reached for the drink, Amanda handing her hers before sipping her own.

"I'm not pleased with him being anywhere near you." Amanda said, glaring at the officer with a frown. "You'd think that he has Jason now he'd stay away from you."

"Anxiety, huh." Tim's team finally got three strikes, teams switching, surprised her son was at short stop. Normally he was in out field. However someone came out to replace him and the red-head practically sprinted off the field to the dugout.

"Tim hardly looked at you in a manner of friendship." Amanda responded, "And all the calling and worrying." she rolled her eyes, "And good. You avoid him as much as possible unless he pins you, Daren Aomine."

Rachel caught Tim leaving the dugout and heading towards the bathrooms, wiping his mouth. "Your carelessness hurt him indirectly. I'm not pleased with you being friends but if it's a distant relationship, as you said, I can accept it."

"Why's he on anxiety medication?"

Rachel stood, setting down her drink, "If he's taking anxiety medication after that I can only imagine what else he's taking. watch my drink I'm going to check on him." She moved down the metal stairs and around the bleachers.

"After that I'd think he'd take medication for paranoia. Someone should have walked out with him to the car, it could have all been avoided." She took another sip of her coke. "Are we Home or Guest? I want to know who's winning. I'm a little disappointed Jason couldn't make it." Amanda looked over at Daren, comparing him to a hedgehog who curled up to avoid things. "You'll ruin your back."

Rachel waited outside of the men's bathroom, hearing the sounds of vomit hit the water in the toilet. A lot of men had already left and women were taking their six, seven and eight year olds to the woman's bathroom to avoid it. It was just throw up. And those kids were far too old to use the bathroom with Mommy, in her opinion. But soon the toilet flushed, then the sink ran, spitting being heard before she watched her sickly colored son walk out.

"Mom!"

"Did you eat something bad for breakfast? I saw you leave the dug out." She said, removing his cap and feeling his head. "You're not feverish."

"Yea, something bad. I told Andy those eggs were bad." he explained softly. "Thanks for coming."

"Yea we're sitting next to Daren."

"Don't do that." it blurted out before Tim could stop it, staring at his Mom who's eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Oh, cool we're winning."

Rachel walked back up the steps, stopping beside Daren and offering a box of junior mints before sitting beside Amanda, leaning over and whispering something in her ear.

Amanda's face flickered quicly with emotions, anger, rage, hatred even, but she quickly held it in, taking a breath and looking at the tiny man.

"Chocolate'll help. Don't let it melt." Rachel pointed out simply, having to remember to give Tim back his change for paying for the candy. "Tim said we have to move by the fourth inning, so you've got one more inning with us, Daren."

Tim looked up before entering the dugout, spotting the small Daren and giving him a comforting smile before going back under.

"You look a little better."

"I feel worse." Tim said.

"Well Tim bought it for you so I can't have it." She placed it beside the man before sitting on the other side of Amanda, taking a large gulp of her soda. THe other team hit the ball and then--

"THROW IT ANDY!" Rachel screamed, standing up so quickly her popcorn fell, Amanda sighing and sipping her drink.

"I hate sports."

"YOU THROW LIKE A GIRL YOU GOT A FU--" Amanda was quick to hit her in the stomach, reminding her of what they didn't talk about. "s**t..." Rachel sat down and doubled over. "That hurt."

"You're disrupting the peace." And they sat there, Rachel cheering but in a much more polite manner, Amanda going to get more popcorn, frowning at Daren each chance she got before the fourth inning came around, the two women having to move.

"If you being triggered triggers Timothy again, Aomine, I will make sure they relocate you to Alaska. Now eat your damn chocolate." And she left, going to the other side of the bleachers and sitting.

Tim was trembling, having thrown up again inside the dug out, his paranoia was high, glancing around for, well, anything really. He wasn't meant for a pitcher's position. He was normally a batter and an outfielder. And he had to switch out being shortstop in the third inning.

And the first ball he threw seemed as though he was throwing it at someone to keep them away, but he remembered his stance, how to throw each ball, Timothy was trying to focus but he had to go home soon, he couldn't finish this game.