A/N: Woo! A story! It's been ages, seriously! I'm so proud of myself. I am so dedicated to you guys. I'm sick. Like really bad. I feel like crap, yet I still have the guts to go to school every morning. I think the two suckers at the back of my throat are going to have to come out soon. They're like big, wet blobs that practically shout "Ooh! Look! Bacteria and germs! Come stick to me!" So they get all infected and inflamed, making me sick. This happens so much, it's ridiculous. I've been sick for weeks now. Sorry babes, but I think you two are going to have to come out soon. Anyways, this is a short chapter/prologue, but gimme a break. I haven't written in ages, and I don't feel well. Besides. It seems like a good place to stop. I decided to write chainshipping, because it's the best. Ever. 3 Adam and Lawrence are the greatest couple ever. I'd like to dedicate this story to my British friend, Polly, and Insidiously, for inspiring me to write this! You guys are awesome! You two are one of a few epic RP friends I have. By the way, as this uploads, I'm writing the next chapter. So. ;)
Without further ado, I bring you my first Adam/Lawrence fic ever, Blizzards and Blackouts. (Because I can't think of a better name.)
Adam shivered, crossing his arms over his chest. Snow dropped lightly from the sky, clinging to anything it could find. He enjoyed the snow, and the cold didn't bother him. The snow just couldn't be the same without the cold. It was a bittersweet feeling.
Adam trudged through the snow, making his way to his apartment. It had been a total of seven months since the bathroom incident with Jigsaw. Adam tried not to think about it, but at night he couldn't. His mind had free will then, and it often dreamt up horrible scenarios of Adam dying all alone there, without Lawrence, shivering in the dark. Adam stopped walking for a moment, stealing a glance to look up at the sky. It was a dark gray, and the cold little white flakes were falling harder now.
"What's your favorite season? " Adam looked up at Lawrence, a bit confused. All Adam wanted to do was sleep, or find a way out of here, but Lawrence wouldn't let him do that, so for the past half hour Lawrence spewed away, asking different questions, learning what Adam's favorite things were, learning what made him happy, what made him mad.
"I don't know...Winter, I guess," Adam murmured, resting his head against a rusty pipe. At least Lawrence looked remotely interested in what he had to say, even if Adam rolled his eyes here and there at some of the questions. He acted like he was annoyed with them, but he secretly enjoyed it.
"Why Winter?" Lawrence shifted, so he was leaning against the wall, one leg propped up.
"Well...everything seems so dead, but it's not. The snow, and the cold...it makes things so much more livelier. It brings people together. Even bullshitting families get together, to act happy. To act like a family, to pretend everything's alright. And everyone is so excited, and happy...God. I don't know. Just forget it, it's kinda stupid.."
"No, actually. It's kinda deep, Adam." Lawrence smiled, and Adam couldn't help but smile back.
Adam sighed, shivering again, just not from the cold. A flood of memories hit Adam then, remembering the pain he had felt when Lawrence had shot him, remembering the fear he felt when he was all alone, remembering the dread he felt each second Lawrence was gone.
Just forget them, forget everything.
He tried telling himself this, and looked back ahead of him, continuing on his journey home.
But could you forget Lawrence? Do you even want to?
Adam stopped again. Did he want to forget Lawrence? And if he wanted to forget, could he? Adam sighed, trying to distract himself with other thoughts for a while.
Adam stopped in front of his apartment building, pulling open the door. Once inside Adam nodded to a woman on the stairs, a big basket of laundry in her hands.
"Hey. Nice weather we're having," Adam murmured, trying to give a friendly smile. The woman just gave him a stern look and continued on her way. "I hear we're supposed to get a bliz..zard.." The woman had completely blown him off, and continued walking. "Well. Nice talking to you too." Adam moved up the stairs, stopping at his apartment door, unlocking it before stepping inside.
Lawrence stood in front of the door, his hand tempted to knock it. Half of him begged him to open the damn door already, and the other half wanted to flee. One half told him he needed to open that door, he left him there all alone, and that he should at least apologize and explain himself. The other half said that it would be best not to open it, that he couldn't possibly forgive him, that he didn't want him here. Lawrence's heart sank, the negative side now starting to win. If Adam really didn't want him here, that was understandable. Lawrence left him there, all alone. He wouldn't blame him if he was, to put lightly, pissed.
Lawrence finally decided that he should just open the door, before he changed his mind. He had to do what he came here to do. Lawrence knocked on the door, softly at first, but growing louder as he grew courage. He expected the worst, but secretly hoped for the best.