Title: Meeting Love: The Dystopian Eye
Author:Harper Hisoka
Warnings: Slash (yaoi), Top!Adam Lambert, Bottom!Tommy Ratliff, light D/s, angst, romance, Alternate Universe: sci-fi
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Summary: Never close your eyes. The dystopian future is now. Adam Lambert has been captured; the last thing he remembers is the same monotonous routine as the others. But something is missing; someone is missing - and he's beginning to remember. The Eye has hidden Tommy away and Adam is pissed.
Story Summary: Excerpts from a Private Electronic Journal and general introduction to the plot (story line). Please watch Adam Lambert's "Never Close Our Eyes" music video! That helps set up the introduction to this story. :D
Notes: This is homosexual (male-male) love. I think it bears repeating that if this offends you, please either close your browser or hit the "back" button.
In this story, I'm using the same Adam and Tommy as my "Meeting Love" Universe. If you haven't read "Meeting Love: Inescapable Destinies" yet, don't worry, but the same warnings still apply for the characters themselves. Both have "Dominate" or "submissive" personality traits, but no BDSM (playing, scening, toys) appear in my story. So. Light D/s does however appear, but there will typically be a reason for their actions. So.
Also, if you haven't watched Adam Lambert's Music Video: Never Close Our Eyes - then DO SO NOW. Because I'm telling you, this fic is totally based entirely off of that video. Well, the story line is. Obviously I've expanded it, and twisted it to suit my ow sneaky, sneaky needs.
Private Electronic Journal
Day 5
I know that when I woke up five days ago, my memory is telling me that it shouldn't have been any different from any other day. But my memory isn't in sync with my feelings.
It was almost as if I had been asleep for a long time and had just woken up. My memories feel real, but also distant, as if they happened to someone else. But I did experience them, didn't I?
Day 7
I'm beginning to see why I'm so different. It's because everyone else is the same. I follow their lead, I do what I think I've always done. Sleep and Awake at the same times, but each night I get flashes of another life. Blonde hair streaks across my mind, but it's elusive.
My brain gets headaches every time I wake up now, because the Dreams are starting to get intense. Vague and really a convoluted mess, but harsh and real unlike anything I've felt before.
Why can't I remember who that blonde hair belongs to?
Day 9
The Eye - the ever-seeing Eye watches over all of us. I can feel it on the back of my neck. I don't know who watches the Eye, or if its the Eye who is the one behind the scenes. As long as I act like everyone else, the Eye doesn't notice me. Too many people to watch over.
I'm beginning to realized that my Dreams are memories because there are things I know, that I didn't just a few days ago. Like the Eye - I didn't notice its presence before today.
But that blonde in my Dreams remains a mystery. I think I know why. I think the Eye doesn't want me to remember.
What have they done to me?
The day, the buildings, the atmosphere never changes. Overcast, light grey clouds cover the sky. The buildings and concrete floors are the same, white walls and dark grey pipes. Only the red of the Eye and the scanners bring life to this world, but that red doesn't enhancing anything. It reminds everyone of their place.
Adam was starting to feel uncomfortable. It had only been a few days since he had "woken up". An activity that he has done a million times before, since before he could even remember. But that day, Day Zero, had been different somehow. Had felt different. He couldn't place it, but also didn't dare question it because it wasn't his place to. He had things to do today: Meal Time (nutrition pills), the scanner room for daily Check-Ups, cleaning and washing to do. If they didn't do these tasks, who would?
It was important to do these tasks. They needed to be done.
Adam had found an electronic data pad in his room on Day Zero, tucked inside his pillow case. Hidden away. Everyone must have gotten one, and Adam didn't question it, just put it back and continued to sleep. He had to get up early.
Day Five was the day Adam began to realize how odd that data pad really was. If everyone got one, why keep it hidden in such an (uncomfortable) way? How did it get there? Because no one talked, no one shared information or focused on tasks not their own.
He didn't question it that day, but he did start keeping a log starting just after Lights Out. It seemed extremely important he record his feelings, recording everything and everyone he met. But why?
Questions were popping up faster then he could answer them, but even then, they still weren't so important that he really needed to bother finding the answers. He was content, and that was enough.
For now.
The morning of Day Seven, Adam had woken up with an extreme headache that lasted almost the entire day. It hadn't been until Last Meal Time that it finally started to recede.
It had been the most painful experience in his life, like someone was trying to rip and pull apart the pieces of his brain with their bare hands like a child's toy. Adam couldn't help but feel as if there were memories that had been ripped out of his skull, and they were now trying to force their way back inside - as painful as the extraction of them.
He wanted to remember more, but something kept him back. Some sort of programming that kept him going in circles. Something he still didn't want to question.
The Eye was everywhere now. Adam could see them all around him. Why hadn't he noticed them before? It was so obvious, it should have been obvious. Perhaps the same things that kept him questioning made Adam realize: he didn't see them because he was programmed not to.
The Eye was dangerous, but he still had no idea why. The dream last night were snippets of conversations, blueprints of buildings, plans, faceless people he knew he knew but couldn't place. Above all, there was the Eye. The Eye that watched them all, that controlled them, the Eye he should probably fear.
Because now Adam knew things about the Eye - just basic things, simple - but he couldn't bring himself to fear it. The Eye was powerful, all seeing, it controlled everything but Adam just couldn't do it. Couldn't pretend to be afraid, because he wasn't.
Something that held his mind in an overly tight vice was slowly loosening its hold. The Daily Check-Ups had never affected him the way it should. The power Adam felt when he crushed the daily pill in his hand was palpable.
Adam knew he was meant to be here. Plans and secrets jumbled around in his brain, but without knowing more about why he had come here, nothing made sense no matter how hard he wished it would.
He felt the time ticking away the more days that passed by him, but his Dreams were starting to repeat themselves. Adam never saw the blonde in his Dreams again, tucked that away to the back of his mind, because it wasn't important. There was a voice in his head telling him to forget that image, the hair, the addiction and obsession he only caught whispers of that first night.
It wasn't until he saw a single strand of blonde hair on his pillow, lit up by the faint light of the LCD screen on his data pad.
Blonde hair. Tommy. Adam screamed, his mind being ripped open, like the First Dream, but this was different. This was worse, because now he knew why he was here. He knew why he felt time passing him by.
He remembered everything.