Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters, unfortunately.
Other: Hello! :) Alright, so this is my first chapter...And my first story on fanfic. This is a LawrencexAdam slash. :) Like it should have been in the movie LOL. Well, I hope you guys like it.
Darkness began to swallow up the sky. The colors of sunset began to fade away, retreating back to where they came from, to prepare for tomorrow's next explosion of gorgeous colors. While they disappeared slowly, fading so discreetly that most people didn't even notice they had gone until they looked up with surprised, wondrous expressions, startled that they hadn't even noticed that the sunset had morphed into darkness. The sky was beginning to turn an inky black. It was too early for the stars to pop out of their hiding places; they shyly remained hidden. The swollen, gray clouds that had blanketed the sky all day, threatening to release rain, finally did. People on the streets of New York whipped umbrellas from their bags, prepared.
Lawrence Gordon wasn't as lucky as those people. He hadn't been prepared; no, he'd been inside the hospital all day, performing a major operation, and hadn't been able to spare a fleeting glance out a window. If he had, maybe he could have borrowed an umbrella from someone. But he hadn't. Luckily, his taxi had just rolled up, and he hopped inside quickly. There were spots of rain all over his white lab-like coat and his black briefcase, which he set down by his feet.
"Where you goin'?" the cabbie asked impassively, a fat cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth. The whole taxi smelled putrid from the smoke the cigar gave off, and Lawrence tried not to gag as he gave the cabbie his address.
After he'd been discharged from the very hospital he worked at, Alison had demanded a divorce. She was terrified and stressed, and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore. She blamed him for everything that she and Diana had had to go through. Not that Lawrence was very heartbroken; he had lost his love for the beautiful woman years ago, which was why he'd had so many affairs. There was no love. Her smiles had grown less cheerful around him. There was always something about him that she wanted to criticize or complain about. She never wanted to have sex anymore, and turned away whenever Lawrence tried to kiss or hug her. Lawrence was sick of the constant degrading and nagging, and started sleeping around. When Alison found out, she was furious, but stayed with him, only because of Diana's very young age. She was older now, though, at seven years old, and Alison and Lawrence finally broke it off. Alison had custody over Diana, of course, but Diana stayed with him from Saturday to Tuesday. Today being a Friday, Lawrence would receive Diana tomorrow. He'd be going home to an empty apartment tonight.
And for some strange reason, the thought of going home to an empty apartment suddenly reminded him of a certain person. A young man named Adam Faulkner. He hadn't heard from the young man in many months. Almost a year ago, Lawrence had been kidnapped by a serial killer named Jigsaw. He had been chained to a pipe in a dirty, rancid smelling bathroom with Adam, who had been chained to a pipe across the room from him. Adam was a small man, maybe five feet and seven inches. Which was short, compared to Lawrence, who was six feet and two and a half inches. Adam was very thin, and the only muscle he really had was quite lean, and mostly on his biceps and torso, with a head of unruly dark hair, and pale greenish-gray eyes. Those eyes were large and innocent, doe-like, reminding him of a child's. Everything about Adam reminded him of a child. The way his eyes had been always shining with tears of mostly frustration and fear, but also confusion. The kid had such an attitude. He was an angry, rude, hot-tempered boy who couldn't speak a sentence without cussing. There had been dark bags under his eyes, as if the guy rarely slept, yet his hair was such a mess, as if he was always sleeping but never tidying up. But there had been something about Adam that made Lawrence's heart pang.
"Don't leave me!" Adam screamed, begged, tears streaming down his face. Blood poured from his shoulder, soaking his white shirt. Lawrence had shot him. He didn't want to kill Adam. He had only meant to stage Adam's death, to make Jigsaw release him so he could save his family. But then, Adam saved Lawrence's life. A man had tried to kill Lawrence. And Adam, who was bleeding horribly from the gunshot wound Lawrence had given him, grabbed the lid to the tank of the toilet and beat the man repeatedly over the head with it, sobbing. He wouldn't stop beating him. Blood was everywhere, splashing all over Adam. Even after the man had died and crumpled to the floor, Adam continued hitting him, unable to stop, until Lawrence had grabbed the boy's arm and yanked him forward. Adam had clutched at his wound, barely able to breathe through his uncontrollable sobbing.
"I have to get help. I'll come back for you. I promise," Lawrence had whispered to the boy. Adam shook his head, gasping, and clung to Lawrence.
"Don't leave me," he begged. And without thinking, Lawrence had kissed Adam's lips. They tasted salty and metallic from tears and blood. Adam didn't pull away, only stared miserably at Lawrence once the kiss was broken. The doctor crawled to the door, blood pouring from the stump at the end of his leg. He'd sawed his own foot off to escape the chains, and reached over as he passed it. He grabbed his abandoned foot and tried not to vomit as he did so. Maybe he could have his foot re-connected.
"Lawrence! Don't leave me!" Adam had screamed. So pitiful, so terrified. Tears filled Lawrence's blue eyes, but he continued, trying to ignore the kid's screams.
After a while, he'd managed to crawl to the front door, where he passed out. When he woke up, he was lying on a hospital bed in the very hospital he worked at. He was warm and woozy; the morphine was in effect. A nurse walked into the room. She looked startled to see his eyes open.
"Dr. Gordon, how do you feel? You've been unconscious for two days!" she said, hurrying to his bedside, checking his vitals.
"I feel fine. How is Adam?" he said. The nurse stared at him, confused. Then she grimaced, finally understanding.
"Faulkner? They just brought him in today. I'm afraid to say he's not in a very good state. He's in complete shock. He's a wreck, mentally," she replied. Lawrence cringed.
"He's been stuck in there for two days? Why? What happened?" he asked. The nurse set down her clipboard and sighed.
"The police came and found you. The paramedics took you away. They didn't know Adam was there. Yesterday, you moaned his name after surgery. The surgeons managed to attach your foot back. It'll take a lot of therapy, but you'll be fine. Anyway, you were talking about him. About how you had to get him, how he was still in the room. So the police went back and found him. It took hours to get the chains off. But he's just arrived. I believe he'll be fine," she said. Lawrence felt awful. Guilt bit deep into his heart. The kid had been in that room for two more days. All alone in that terrible, cold, dirty room, suffering and afraid. He could only imagine how Adam must have felt. How he must've given up hope.
"May I visit him?" Lawrence asked, licking his lips nervously. The nurse stared at him for a long moment, weighing her options. Finally, she heaved a sigh.
"Alright, but don't let anyone catch you. I'll give you ten minutes," she said. She helped Lawrence out of his bed, and down the hallway. As the nurse opened Adam's door, Lawrence's stomach filled with nervous butterflies. Would Adam hate him for taking so long? But there wasn't much time to worry before the nurse had opened the door. Adam's head was turned to the side, and his eyes were wide open, focused on the window. He was a sickly, pasty pale, white as chalk. The bags under his eyes were a very dark purple, standing out terribly against the whiteness of his face. He was even thinner than Lawrence last remembered. Adam's jaw was tight; he was gritting his teeth. Those lovely eyes of his were glazed over, his hair sticking up in all directions.
The nurse sat Lawrence down at a chair by Adam's bed and then left. Once the door was closed, Lawrence took Adam's hand and gripped it tightly. The kid's hand was frozen and shaking.
"Adam," Lawrence said softly, brushing the boy's bangs out of his eyes. Slowly, Adam's head rolled to the side, facing Lawrence. For a moment, his eyes studied Lawrence's face, as if struggling to remember who the man was. Finally, Adam licked his lips, his lower lip beginning to quiver, and a few tears trickled down those white cheeks.
"Hey, man," Adam said, his voice slightly husky from screaming so much in the time he'd been locked in that room.
"I'm so sorry," Lawrence whispered, brushing the back of his hand against Adam's cheek. Adam sobbed and pressed his hands over his face, not wanting the older man to see him cry. But the boy's body shook with those violent sobs, and Lawrence stood up with trouble. He lifted Adam up into a sitting position and hugged him tightly. Adam buried his head against Lawrence's chest, digging his fingers in between Lawrence's shoulder blades. He clung to the doctor as if letting go would mean death, and Lawrence's heart ached.
"I'm so, so sorry," Lawrence murmured, rubbing Adam's back.
After that, Lawrence left his number and address with Adam. And he never saw or heard from him again.
Now, almost a year later, Lawrence walks into his empty apartment on the second floor, tossing his coat onto the floor along with his briefcase. He hadn't thought about Adam in nearly ten months. He wondered where the kid was, what he was doing, and how he was. He supposed he shouldn't refer to him as 'kid'. After all, Adam was twenty five. Lawrence was thirty two. But Adam just acts so damn childish. He looks childish, with that small frame of his. Adam was simply adorable, Lawrence thought. With those large, helpless eyes, that small body…He was adorable. Just by looking at him, Lawrence had wanted to hug him, to stroke his hair and promise safety. He had wanted to protect him. He loved him.
Lawrence shook his head, trying to clear these thoughts. Nonsense, that's what this was. He was simply exhausted from work that was all. He walked into the kitchen, flicking on the lights, and turned the coffee machine on. It was quiet in the house without Diana. Diana was the love of his life. She was a sweet, darling little child. She was so kind and caring, so curious, always asking questions. She was rarely silent. Lawrence smiled at the thought of her. Diana had dark brown curly hair that cascaded to her hips; so different from Lawrence's short, straight blonde hair. She got it from her mother. Her eyes were very large, almond-shaped, the color of rich, milk chocolate. She looked nothing like Lawrence. She was gorgeous, absolutely lovely.
He poured himself a mug of steaming coffee, adding a dash of Half and Half. Lawrence walked into the living room, stepping over Diana's toys, and had just sat down when the telephone rang. He sighed, frustrated, and set down his mug. Rubbing at his temples, feeling an oncoming headache, he glared at the phone. Would he ever acquire the peace and quiet he longed for? After all, he'd been working ever since the break of dawn. Nonetheless, he reached over and grabbed the phone, answering it.
"Doctor Gordon speaking," Lawrence said impassively with an edge of impatience. For a moment, there was no answer. He could hear the rain pouring on the other side of the phone; the person calling was outside. Then he heard a few deep, shuddering breaths.
"Hey, man," the person finally spoke. The voice was quiet, a little husky. Lawrence lurched up, his eyes widening with shock.
"Adam?" he exclaimed with disbelief, his heart skipping a beat.
"No, it's Santa Claus. Ho, ho, ho," Adam mumbled thickly, sarcastic. Lawrence bit his lower lip. Adam didn't sound right.
"Are you drunk?" Lawrence asked. There was silence for a long time, and Lawrence would have thought Adam had hung up if he hadn't heard the rain continuing to pour. Finally, the kid answered.
"I wish. Listen man, I need you to come pick me up," Adam whispered. His voice was shaky and thick, still.
"Of course I will. Where are you?" Lawrence said, immediately throwing his coat on.
"I'm outside your apartment," Adam replied, breathing heavily. Lawrence sighed, relaxing slightly.
"Oh, well then come on in, the door's unlocked," he said. There was a long silence, again.
"I…I c-can't. I can't walk any longer. I…I.." Adam's voice trailed off, and the line cut off. Adam had hung up.
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