Before i start, i wanted to say that this fic was from a prompt. I do not wish this on anybody. I am a HUGE Adam fan and a HUGE Tommy fan. i love them both to death. This is entirely a piece of fiction. I warn you that it contains some dark and heartbreaking material, but know that none of this is real. I would not wish it to be that way.
Laughing…smiling….joking around. That smile. That laugh. The way those eyes pierced into your soul but left a beautiful stain on your heart.
He had smiled that day. Hopped into the car and turned the key - his leather jacket caught the moonlight as it bounced off silver studs on the shoulders. His black painted fingernails wrapped around the steering wheel. "Crazy night" he had stated, and his eyes had then turned to look at Tommy briefly. He'd flashed a toothy grin Tommy's way and had patted his thigh lightly. There was a slight squeak as he had reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror, glancing in it. There had been cameras flashing behind the car, photographers blocking their path and there'd been yelling as cars started up behind them as the paparazzi prepared to follow. "We'll throw them off" Adam had assured Tommy sitting beside him. Tommy had smiled back but had glanced out the window briefly, watching the cars behind them swing out of their parks and stop behind theirs. There was a roar of the engine and Adam had pulled out - maneuvering the car carefully so as not to hit any of the photographers in front of them. As he drove down the road there were 6 cars behind him. Cameras were hanging out windows as they drove past. Adam had swerved down a side street, hoping those in some lanes would get thrown off at the lights. But paparazzi were dangerous drivers and as he had looked in the mirror he could see at least 3 of them cut lanes and a red light to keep up the chase.
"How many?" Adam had asked, his eyes still on the road. Tommy had shuffled around in his seat, looking over his shoulder and doing a quick count
"5" he had answered. Adam had just nodded, speeding up slightly. He turned sharply down another side street - a red car followed closely behind and a silver van pulled into the lane beside them. There was a roar of engines behind them as another car pulled into the street.
"They're not quitting" Tommy had thought out loud, but Adam had smiled at him
"They'll give up eventually".
He had indicated to turn again but the silver van cut him off. Adam slammed on the brakes so as not to slide into the red car which had switched lanes again and had come awfully close to scratching the side of the car.
"Shit!" Adam had cursed. Tommy was holding onto his seat, his knuckles white, concern written all over his face. Adam took a moment to re-assess before starting the car up again, backing back a few metres before turning as planned. Of course the two cars had followed.
The silver van swerved in front of him then back into the right lane - attempting to cut him off.
"Maniac" Adam had breathed - keeping his foot on the brake. Tommy had swerved round in his seat checking behind them
"Just the van and TMZ" he had reported back.
Adam sped up but had seen Tommy tense up out of the corner of his eye.
"They'll give up soon, we just gotta get onto the highway and they'll get lost in the traffic" Adam's voice had been determined but calm. Tommy bit his lip and nodded.
The car swerved and Tommy's eyes widened as he watched the speedometer move up as they neared the highway. He had never been a fan of fast cars.
"Think you should slow down" Tommy had stated, fear in his voice. Adam's foot was still down. He looked over his shoulder checking to see where the van was before swerving out "I got this" was his reply.
The engine roared as he went faster - now on open road - the van and the car still keeping up.
"Adam please…." Tommy had pleaded, frozen in his seat.
The foot went down further. The speedometer began to beep.
The van was even with them now - the red car had disappeared. "Adam!" Tommy had shouted, panic flooding him.
There was a flash of red in front, the screech of breaks, a flurry of arms turned the steering wheel, a bright light blinded them from ahead, the definite crash of metal and then….Everything stopped.
The smell of burnt rubber filled the car.
It was dark, but thick black smoke was visible as it had trailed up from the bumper.
Tommy had been thrown forward in impact before his seatbelt snapped tight and he was thrown hard against the back of his seat.
He had felt a sharp pain in his head and a surge of something shoot up his back.
It was at that moment that he had turned his head to look beside him….only to find there was nothing but wrecked metal where the drivers seat used to be.
In the darkness - maybe a few meters away from where Tommy still sat strapped into the car - something caught in the moonlight.
Buried in shattered glass and rumble - A black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders.