Hi, everybody! So, this is a Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff fic. And I have no idea what to call this fic... I haven´t got that far yet. But if anyone has any good ideas, feel free to tell me. But anyway, this is an Adommy fic. And I don´t know what to say anymore, so… On with the story. Hope you like it!

Tommy´s POV

In the middle of the night, I woke up to someone knocking on my door furiously. I got up from under the oh-so-soft blanket and pulled on my T-shirt and jeans before opening the door. There was my neighbor, wearing only her pyjama and holding her cat. "What is it...?" I asked, rubbing my eyes, still half-asleep.

"Tommy. You have to take all of your important stuff and get out from here. My whole apartment is on fire. I´m going to wake up the others." All of my tiredness flew out of the window as I heard what was going on.

"Okay. Have you called 911 yet?"

"Yeah. I did. They´re on their way, but I think that your apartment has no chance of surviving. So, hurry up and gather all of your important things."

"I will!" I said, hurrying back in and going to get my phone and wallet. Then I ran to the living room to get my bass. The one I got from Adam the day I joined the band. And that was all the important things I could come to think of at that moment. I put on my shoes and jacket and ran out from the apartment, slamming the door shut behind me. Then I ran down the stairs and out from the main door. All of the residents were already there with their loved items and pets if they had any.

In 10 minutes the fire truck pulled over in front of the building, followed by one police car and two ambulances. The ambulance people hurried over to us, checking if everybody were okay. Everybody were fine, so they went to report to the hospital that there were no injured people. Then they stayed to wait for the fire fighters to get back.

After about 40 minutes, the fire fighters came back. After being checked by the ambulance staff, they came to talk to us. "Apartments 3a, 3b and 3c burned and people can´t live in them anymore." Shit. I lived in 3b.

"3d and 3e survived without any damage, because they were on the other end of the hallway. First and second floors have only a bit smoke in the hallways. The ones that live in the apartments that survived can return to them in a few days. The ones that lived in the burned apartments, I´m sorry. I´m afraid that you have to find new apartments. Until then, visit friends and family."

And with that, the fire fighters left and the police went to investigate the reason of the fire. The residents started calling to their friends or just walking to their places. I started thinking about who I should call. I couldn´t decide, so I started going through my contact list. And of course, Adam´s name appeared to the screen first. I just pressed "call" and waited for him to pick up. But he didn´t. What time is it, anyway? 3.17am. No wonder he isn´t picking up. He must be sleeping. Then I tried to call every other band member and even the dancers, but nobody picked up. They must be sleeping too. Then I started thinking that who´s apartment is closest to mine. Adam´s apartment was way much closer than anybody else´s, so I decided to walk there.

After about an hour, I got to his doorstep. After taking a deep breath, I knocked the door, but he didn´t answer it. He probably didn't even wake up. I waited for 10 minutes before knocking again. A bit louder this time. After a few minutes, the door opened. And there stood Adam, wearing only a black shirt and boxers, hair sticking to every direction.

"Tommy...? What are you doing here...?" He mumbled, still half-asleep.

"I´ll explain. But can I come on?"

"Yeah, sure. Come on in." He said, walking into the living room and slumping down to the couch.

I got in, set my bass to the floor and closed the door. Then I went to the living room and Adam moved his legs so I could sit down to the couch. As I found a comfortable spot on it, he put his legs to my lap. I couldn´t help but chuckle. We´re always so comfortable around each other.

"So, why are you here at... 4.17am?" He asked, the tiredness long gone.

"Well, my neighbor came to wake me up around 3am and told me that her apartment was on fire and that I should get all of my important stuff and get the hell out. So I did. After the fire fighters came back from the building, they came to talk to us. They told us that my apartment and both of my neighbors´ apartment burned and that we couldn´t live in them anymore. So, then I tried to call you, but you were asleep and didn´t pick up. Then I tried to call every other band member and even the dancers, but they didn´t pick up either. So, I came to the conclusion that I´ll walk here. And here I am. Which brings me to my next question. Could I stay here for a while? Until I find a new apartment, of course."

"Of course you can. Stay as long as you need to. And I´m sorry about what happened. But I´m really clad that you´re okay." Adam said, sitting up and pulling me into a tight hug.

"Thanks, Babyboy. But I think we should go to sleep. Where can I sleep?"

"In the guest room. I´ll show you where it is." He said, getting up and heading to the stairs. I got up, went to get my bass and then followed him up the stairs. Then he led me into the guest room.

"Here´s a bathroom for you too. I´ll leave you to get settled."

"Okay. Good night." I said, setting my bass down to the corner of the room.

After Adam had closed the door, I walked over to the HUGE bed and eyed it for a while before slumping down to it. Oh my god! This bed is so soft! I could just lay here forever... I closed my eyes, rolling around to my belly and burying my face into the super-soft pillow.

Yeah. Sorry, Tommy. Had to burn your apartment... But there´s a point in that. You´ll see what it is later.

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