Title: Where Do I Go From Here

Pairing: Chris/Randy; Chris/Adam (friendship); Adam/Phil (hints)

Rating: R

Warning: Angst; Character Death; Suicide; Dark themes

Author's Note: I didn't intend to write something like this, but with the help of my ipod, this sort of wrote itself. With the help of 3 (very angsty) songs this piece came to life. It's based loosely around the songs Slow Dancing In A Burning Room ~ John Mayer, Your Call ~ Secondhand Serenade, and You're All I Need ~ Motley Cruë. If you know those three songs, especially the last one, you can tell where this fic is heading. Also, I would like to point out that the number used for the hotel room 4357, spells out HELP on a phone which is why I used it for the room number.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people mentioned in this fic, I just like to borrow them for my entertainment ;D


'Nobody's gonna come and save you, we've pulled too many false alarms'

A shot rang out piercing the darkness as it echoed down the deserted hallway. Adam jumped slightly, propping himself up in bed.

He stilled cocking his head as he listened again for a sound, anything really to prove there'd been a noise in the first place.

A second shot rang out, and any sleep that was still muddling Adam's thoughts vanished instantly.

That was a gun; there was no mistaking it now.

Frantically Adam tossed back the covers scrambling to pull a pair of discarded jeans on as he bolted for the door.

Looking down the hallway to see where the shots had come from, he saw a few of the guys already standing cautiously inside their doors peeking down the hallway.

He scanned the crowd quickly seeing Phil, John, Mike, Paul, Hunter; Adam's heart began beating frantically now that he'd scanned the crowd and couldn't find him.

Looking once more, he noticed one door still remained closed.

4357.

'Fuck…'

Adam moved from the doorway slowly approaching the closed door.

'Please answer' he begged silently as he neared the door.

Phil saw Adam's movement and pushed off the wall to join him outside the door.

Adam was nervous as he approached the closed door. Biting his lip he knocked on the door, softly at first, but when those first knocks went unanswered he became a little more erratic.

Stopping briefly he leaned up against the door vainly trying to listen for any sound that someone was in that room.

He knocked again, more forcefully this time. "Goddammit Chris, open up this damn door!"

Adam was panicking now, stepping back he prepared to ram the door when no response was given.

The first time Adam's shoulder smacked into the door, he was pretty sure he'd bruised it.

The second time, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his arm leaving his fingers tingling, but he continued.

It was simple repetition. He lost count of how many times his shoulder hit that door, but he refused to give up.

Phil stood by watching sympathetically as Adam hurled his body into the door. He wanted to turn away from the display and erase the pained look on Adam's face from his mind, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. He wanted to reach out and help Adam, but he didn't know how, so he stood by helplessly watching as Adam rammed the door once more.

Adam knew in the back of his mind that this was absolutely pointless by now, but he forced himself to continue.

"Adam," Phil's voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "It's over."

That was the breaking point.

Adam whirled around to face Phil "No it's not!" he screeched. "He could be fine," he continued thought it sounded like he was having a hard enough time convincing himself.

Kicking the door Adam yelled "I can still save him!"

The rest of the hallway looked on in shock as Adam seemed to break right before their eyes.

Tears streaming down his face, Adam's next kick finally split the door from the hinges.

Pushing in the caved door, Adam ran into the room quickly followed by Phil.

The sight that greeted the two was pure chaos.

The mattress was thrown across the floor, drawers laid open, clothes strewn along the floor, fragments of broken glass littered the area between the bathroom and bedroom, and the fluorescent lights flickered shining eerily from the bathroom.

Slowly Adam walked further into the destroyed room, Phil following behind closely.

Rounding the mattress Adam fell to his knees, all he could manage was a mumbled "Oh God."

Phil inched forward to peer over Adam's shoulder at what was behind the mattress.

"Someone call the fucking ambulance!" he yelled racing back outside "Now!"

Rushing back inside Phil joined Adam on his knees wrapping an arm around the fallen Canadian as he continued to sob from his spot on the floor.