Title: Coming Back
Author: Counter Spark
Disclaimer: I don't own Saw and I probably couldn't cause that stuff's way too morbid to come out of my innocent mind. :]
Summary: Adam didn't stop trusting Dr. Gordon until his last. Lawrence said he would save him, and really...would he lie to him?
Author's Note: This is another one of those therapeutic one-shots for me. I'd never seen any of the Saw films until tonight, and I have to admit...those movies seriously messed with my calm. So this is my way of talking an awful situation and trying to make it seem better than what it is. Because, yes...Adam and Lawrence both died horrible deaths. But this makes it seem not so bad! Yeah, I don't know. Just read it, kaythanksbye!
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For the first time in my life, I'm not angry.
For the first time in my life, I'm not anything.
Just calm, I guess. Strange how that works out; I'm stuck in a shithole with a dead body and Lawrence's dearly departed foot, and I can't seem to feel anything but this annoying sense of calm. I suppose my nerves are just shot...spend too much time being horrified, your body gets bored with it. And now I can barely feel anything at all.
Except the hunger. There's that. The thirst...that, too. The gaping hole in my shoulder, of course. But those sensations come and go in intense little spurts and ebbs. I don't know why, but part of me still thinks I might just be okay. Just maybe. My whole life I've had trust issues, but now I know I'm definitely being way too fucking trusting when I say that I think Lawrence will come back. But there was something about the way he looked at me and said it, his face blanched out, his eyes bulging.
"Would I lie to you?"
"No," I mutter to myself breathlessly, rolling my head around on the bearings of my neck. I don't know what it was about Dr. Lawrence Gordon that made me trust him completely...that made me forgive him almost immediately after he shot me in the shoulder. I was rooting for him more than I was rooting for myself, damn it. "I trust you, Lawrence...I trust you..."
Then I fade out for a bit, inevitably. I think I hear a door open somewhere in the back of my mind, but I can't wake up. My body's pissed at me, and I don't blame it for ignoring my wishes. I feel breaths on my jaw, and I smile. He's back. Like he said he would be.
I say his name so quietly I doubt he can hear, the syllables coming out more like a grunt or the sound of a cracking reed. We didn't deserve anything, Lawrence and I. Any of this. Sure I've been a dick for a good solid chunk of my life; good old Dr. G might've forgotten about his wife for a spell or some other excusable shit, but we weren't rapist or murderers or sick, sadistic bastards. We deserve to be okay, and when I feel his hand on my shoulder I know we are.
"You came back," I whisper almost to myself as I feel arms around me. I don't think I've ever loved anyone so much in my life.
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Author's Note: Alright, so maybe I wasn't so clear about what this is about. Just for clarification, I meant this to be Adam's perspective of when Amanda came to kill him. He wasn't coherent enough to know it was Amanda and he was so trusting of Lawrence that he believed he'd finally come back to save him. BUT...not so much... :/
OR everyone can believe what they want and think it is Lawrence in the end! I mean...wasn't my intention, but everyone has the right to read it the way they want to!