Disclaimer: I do not own Saw or the lovely boys he chains together in bathrooms.

Author Note: Big hello to all of my fellow chainshippers! So my intention with this story is to make it a series of one-shots summarizing all of the 'firsts' in Lawrence and Adam's adorable life together. Just a bunch of fluff to get me through this horribly stressful time at work. Please review and let me know what you think.

First Realizations…

The first time Lawrence knew that Adam was more than just a friend was a normal night for the two Jigsaw survivors. They were at Lawrence's apartment and Adam had switched on some horror movie about a murderous clown. They watched a lot of horror movies, at Adams request, and Lawrence never minded as long as none of them involved bathrooms, chains, or sawed off limbs. Besides, he found it kind of cute that Adam would get so into the movie that he would actually startle at the scary parts, sometimes making the entire couch move with his jolts of surprise. Lawrence could always tell when it was coming, too, by the way that Adam would fidget more than usual and how his eyes would shift everywhere around the room except for the actual screen. He would play with his hair or sometimes pick at his food if they were eating dinner. Lawrence had made a new rule that they weren't allowed to eat during these movies anymore since Adam had nearly choked on his fried rice once. It was a good thing Lawrence knew the Heimlich maneuver. He was forever grateful for the MD behind his name when Adam was around.

This particular night Adam was wrapped in a sweatshirt that was too big and was huddled, rather tensely, on one end of the couch. He was playing with the drawstrings that hung from the hood of his sweatshirt and staring intently at the screen. Lawrence routinely looked from Adam, back to the movie, and back to Adam again. It was more fun for him to watch Adam's reactions than to watch the clown hack up some dumb deliveryman anyway. He felt a small smile grow on his face as he looked at his friend – his best friend really. Ever since the divorce, Lawrence had felt happier than ever. With Allie he had always felt alone. She was right when she accused him of being so unhappy because he truly was. Diana was his only salvation and she was still one of the people in his life who truly made him grateful that he had survived the bathroom.

The other person was sitting across the couch from him and was just moments away from hiding himself in his sweatshirt so that he wouldn't have to watch the clown jump out of the kitchen cabinet and stab the clueless blonde babysitter. The other most important person in his life was a twenty nine year old man, boy really, who was awkward, clumsy, cursed way too often, and smoked a pack a day. He couldn't sleep without a nightlight and no matter how much he tried his hair always looked tangled with that one piece that stood straight on end.

Adam was also the most talented photographer Lawrence had ever known even though he would never admit to it. He was sweet – something Lawrence never would have guessed from their experience in the bathroom. Once he'd even volunteered to pick Diana up from school when Lawrence got called away for an emergency. He had no idea what had happened on that fifteen minute trip home but Diana had loved Adam ever since. And nobody, nobody, could make Lawrence laugh the way Adam did. He always chose the moments when Lawrence was the most stressed out from the hospital to perform his antics and Lawrence would laugh so hard that he would forget all of the bad.

Adam startled when the clown jumped out of a closet and started chasing the teenage boy around the room. Lawrence didn't even try to contain his laughter as Adam gathered himself and pretended that it was just some stupid movie and that he would never be afraid of such a thing.

Adam was a tough guy, through and through. When it came down to it, he could fight with the best of them. He had saved Lawrence's life in the bathroom because of this strength that he carried deep inside. It was there, but it only came out when it needed to. The rest of the time, Adam was just a frightened boy who needed to feel safe just like anybody else.

And I'm the one who will make him feel safe. I want to take care of him, because I love him.

It was a sudden realization that hit Lawrence like a punch in the face. The man on the other end of the couch was the love of his life. The small, dark haired, chain smoking, smart ass, kid who was now chewing on the string of his sweatshirt was the person he wanted to spend every minute of his day with, forever.

He was in love with Adam Faulkner.

He sat with this realization for a moment. It must have been a moment too long, though, because soon the smaller man was looking back at him with a look of utter amusement on his face.

"Earth to Lawrence, you still with me man? I know this movie is total crap but that doesn't mean you get to check out on me."

Lawrence shook himself and smiled back at Adam.

"Yea, I'm here." He paused and looked down, mustering the strength he needed. "This is going to sound insane, but I think I might be in love with you."

He looked back up and waited. The fear was mounting inside of his chest. There was a chance that Adam would get up and walk out of his life forever. There was a huge chance of that. Adam wasn't gay, not that Lawrence knew of anyway. He might not feel the same way and Lawrence could have just ruined everything they had in one spontaneous sentence. He cringed inside and felt his heart break at the thought.

But Adam didn't walk out. Instead, he just looked at Lawrence and laughed nervously.

"It's about time, man." He paused and his eyes darted around apprehensively. There was a new emotion in them when he looked back up – one similar to what Lawrence's eyes were showing. "I mean…I love you too, like way more than that feminist vegan punk chick. I was just waiting for you to come to your senses, you know?."

He ducked his head and ran his hand through his tangled hair in the way he always did when he was nervous.

Lawrence smiled and, cautiously, moved himself over on the couch until he was within inches of the other most important person in his life. They were so close now and Lawrence felt his pulse quicken in the way it always did when Adam was close by. The darker eyes were confident but Lawrence sensed the awkwardness behind them – the awkwardness that was just one thing he loved about Adam.

"So, I love you." He paused and brushed a strand of hair from Adam's forehead. It was only when the younger man leaned into his touch that he knew for sure. "And you love me. Now what?"

Adam shrugged at the question and gave Lawrence the coy smile that always roped him in. His eyes turned big and wide and Lawrence knew, then, that nothing had been ruined by their revelations. Their connection had only been strengthened. It was the very same connection when they first saw each other after escaping from the bathroom. It was what had brought them together as friends afterward and it would only grow in their increasing closeness. It was a connection that was untouchable by even the most maniacal serial killer.

"We could watch another movie…and maybe you don't have to sit so far away this time?"

Lawrence thought that it was the perfect suggestion. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man and when Adam leaned into his chest during the next scary moment he placed a simple kiss atop his head.

It would be the first of many.