So, this is sort of based on Adam's amnesia moment after the party at Gansey's house. I thought it was interesting that it only happened once, and decided to play with it. So, it's just the idea that he keeps doing something, but he's not really sure why and doesn't know how to stop it. Hope you like it!

Adam looked up from the textbook sitting in front of him. Ronan stood a few feet away, silent, full of sharp angles, and twisted shadows, but his expression was resigned. Adam glanced down at his watch and let his head drop forward.

The library was dark, barely illuminated by the one light that Adam had kept on. Ronan was still waiting, nearly hidden in the shadows, only there if Adam wanted him to be. Adam breathed in, pulling the life back into himself. Pulling himself back into reality. The reality of having lost four hours, staring at a textbook, reading and re-reading the same two pages, wondering what he was doing, why his notes kept repeating. He let out the breath, and slowly shut the book, letting the cover make a soft swoosh as it dropped closed.

Adam stood, and Ronan pushed off the bookshelf, stepping into the light. He took Adam's wrist gently, and flicked the switch on the lamp. He led Adam through the darkened shelves towards the exit. They didn't say anything to each other.

The world outside the library was quiet, the sky still dark, for which Adam was grateful. It was easier to lose time in the darkness, where you couldn't see it slipping through your fingers. When the sun came up, it would be too bright, too wrong. Too much time wasted in a loop that Adam thought he'd escaped.

Ronan opened the door to the BMW, and Adam slipped inside, letting Ronan's fingers drop from his wrist. Ronan didn't slam the door. It clicked shut, leaving Adam alone in the silence, again. Letting Adam breath.

The ride wasn't too long. Headlights illuminated the nothingness. The world was asleep. Adam had been asleep. He leaned his head against the cool window and let his breath create patterns on the glass. Hiding the empty world beyond.

They pulled into St. Agnes and Ronan got the door again. Adam could say he wasn't grateful, but he was asleep. Maybe. He couldn't tell at this point. The stairs to his room creaked. Adam didn't like the noise. The door wasn't much better.

They left the lights off, and Adam shrugged off his shoes. Ronan was standing, watching, and Adam couldn't get himself to lay down. He was already asleep.

The tears were silent. Slow streaks slipped down Adam's nose, his jaw, and off his chin. He was completely still, unnatural. It was almost like sleeping with your eyes open. Almost like being dead.

Ronan's hand was back on his wrist, and Adam felt his body move to the bed, felt it sink into the thinning mattress. His legs were shifted, and Ronan crawled into the space beside him. His arms curved around Adam, held him close. Ronan was warm. Alive. His heartbeat echoed through Adam.

Adam fell asleep, cheeks still slicked wet, but his eyes were closed. Ronan buried his nose into Adam's back. His grip never loosened, and Adam didn't go anywhere.

Adam woke, tethered to the waking world by Ronan. Ronan, who was alive, and dreaming, but never asleep. Ronan, who whispered "I love you", in his bad ear. Ronan, who always knew when Adam was missing. Who always knew where to find him. Who never hesitated to bring him back.