Title: Cold Feet

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Humor

Pair(s): Jay/Adam, Jay/OC, Bret/Shawn, Mark/Hunter, Trish/Amy, etc.

Summary: Adam and Jay are about to be married, but Adam is having some last-minute doubts. When he decides to take a walk to clear his head, he arrives in a parallel universe where he and Jay never dated… and the only way to return is to convince Jay of how much he loves him.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, besides my OCs.

Warning: Slash

Part: 1/? – Introduction

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Adam carefully inspected his reflection in the mirror. The tall blond looked smart in a trim white suit, a silken ebony dress shirt, and a blood red tie. He smiled softly as he brushed invisible lint from his shoulders and smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from his suit jacket. Dark eyes trailed from his reflection in the mirror to the ring on his finger. It was simple in its beauty: a thin white-gold band with the words eternal love inscribed on the inside. It had been given to him on Christmas Eve by his long-time boyfriend, now fiancé, and soon-to-be-husband. Adam smiled at the word. Husband. It seemed like he had waited forever to hear that.

But even then, doubt lingered in the dark corners of his mind, hidden beneath cobwebs that had tried to seal them away. What if this wasn't the right decision? What if he was making a huge mistake by walking down that aisle? But that couldn't be true… he had been best friends with him for over twenty years, had been dating him for close to ten, and now they were getting married. Questions whirred about in his brain. What if Jay didn't really love him? What if they fell out of love? What if Jay still had feelings for Denise? The two had dated before Adam had realized his love for Jay, and even if he had dumped her shortly thereafter, it was still a what-if.

'Maybe this really is a bad idea', Adam thought sullenly. Suddenly, the glitz and glamour of his impending wedding didn't seem quite as wonderful. Gingerly, he traced the sharp lines of his suit. There was still time to back out if he really wanted to. No, he couldn't think like that! He loved Jay, Jay loved him, and they both wanted and deserved this. They had been through so much together, and it would almost dishonor their relationship if he chose to back out now. Absently, he ran a hand over his short blond locks. He was pulled out of his silent reverie by a swift series of knocks on the door.

"Can I come in?" Trish's soft voice, laced with happiness for her best friend, floated over to Adam and caused him to smile.

"Sure." He responded calmly. "Why not?"

Trish opened the door and started inside. "Oh, I don't know. You could have been indecent or something. Then again, knowing you, you'd probably get a kick out of someone walking in on that."

"Touché." Adam looked the smaller blond over once. "You look beautiful, Trish."

Trish smirked. "You don't look too bad yourself, handsome." She winked at him.

The blond woman was dressed in a knee-length, blood red halter dress – which matched the color of his tie – with a pleated skirt. The width of the material thinned out as it reached the peak of her shoulders, where it was carefully laced to the back with two black velvet bows. She had worn casual black flats, with small black bows on the toes. And her luscious blond strands were held back by a black velvet bow that was not unlike the ones on her shoulders. On her left ring finger, she proudly displayed a white-gold ring with a five-karat diamond in the center, surrounded by four smaller rubies. It symbolized her love for Amy.

"So, in a few hours, you'll officially be Mr. Jason Reso." Trish stated fondly, absently fixing his suit jacket. "How does it feel?"

"I… I'm not really sure. I don't know if -,"

Trish cut him off. "Do you doubt Jay's love for you?"

"What? No!" Adam exclaimed a little too forcefully.

"Well, then, I don't understand what the problem is." Trish said. "You love him; he loves you, so go get married! It's all very simple, Addy dear."

Adam shook his head. "But… what if he still has feelings for Denise?"

Trish smiled fondly. "I believe that that question falls under 'I doubt my boyfriend/fiancé's love for me', baby boy. But, really, on a serious note – you shouldn't be so worried. Jay would never hurt you like that."

Slowly, Adam started to pace. It always helped him think when he was in a difficult situation. "Did you feel like this when you married Amy? It's like… all the mistakes we've ever made have become questions. Why? Why? Why?"

"Calm down, baby boy." Trish's smile fell, and she started to follow him around the room. "Everyone feels like this when it comes time to walk down the aisle. It's called cold feet, Addy. It's perfectly normal."

Adam chuckled bitterly. "You would think that, after twenty years, I would be the one exception…"

Trish frowned as she noted the detached note in Adam's voice. The taller blond crashed on the couch, wrinkling his pristine white suit in the process, and started to rake his hands through his hair like a madman on the verge of a breakdown. There was obvious stress on his face, but Trish didn't mention it. She knew that these fears must be more than shallow wedding-jitters, but the only way that she would get Adam to open up would be for him to do so himself. So, she calmly walked over to Adam and sat down beside him, wrapping one of her small arms around Adam's shoulders. The blond welcomed her tender touch.

"Listen, Addy. Why don't you take a walk? Clear your head?" Trish offered. "The ceremony doesn't start for another forty five minutes or so, after all. And there's a trail out behind the church."

Adam nodded slowly. "A walk would be nice. Thanks, Trish."

Trish watched as he rose and walked off. When the door closed softly behind him, she let out a soft huff. "I hope you realize how much he truly means to you, Adam. Because his love is the only thing that can save you now…"

It didn't take Adam long to find the trail that Trish had mentioned. 'I won't head out farther than those trees in the distance', he said to himself. The trees were the only obstacle that he could see from this distance, and he didn't want to lose sight of the church in fear that he might become late for the ceremony. So he wandered down the stony path, the occasional squawk of birds and the whistle of the wind his only companions. It allowed him time to clear his head. Before he really realized it, the utter tranquility had swallowed him whole, and he had passed the trees and continued forward. Soon, the church was but a speck in the distance.

That's when he came to what, oddly enough, looked like an exact replica of the church. But he could've sworn that… he turned around and looked back the way he had came, only to see those trees in the distance. Shaking off the total sense of déjà vu that washed over him, he opened the little gate and set one foot on the property. The wind picked up, stirring the leaves off of the ground until they formed a whirlpool around him. All he could see was darkness. However, a strong force pulled him forward still. The last thing he heard was the sharp slam of the gate closing behind him, and then it all faded to black.

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A/N: I promise the next chapter will be longer. But, what do you think so far? Please Review!