Disclaimer: I still don't own BTR.
A/N: Do apologize for not getting an update out sooner, and that this one is so short. Had a vendor show last weekend that I had to make clothes for. Next show is in september. This is short because of a cyst I have in my wrist wrecking havoc on my hand. It's a small cyst, but causing lots of pain in my hand and fingers. Going for an MRI for confirmation that it is in fact a cyst and placement of it so that they can decide the best way to get rid of it. Pretty much sucks, but it is what it is. Will get more written this week, and hopefully finished before the end of August. LOTS of Kendall in this chapter, and I hope satisfying amounts of action.
Patience was not a trait that came easily to Adam, but it was a skill he was more than grateful he'd developed while in the employ of MI6. He listened from his position against the door jamb as Kendall's hitched breathing slowed and eventually evened out. It had taken the boy more than twenty minutes to calm himself to sleep. He waited another fifteen minutes before pushing away from the door jamb. Grasping the door knob, Adam gave the flimsy hunk of metal a harsh jiggle causing it to give and allowing the door to be opened. Carefully he pushed the door and the body leaning against it into the room enough for him to slip through.
Moving quietly, Adam grabbed a pair of manacles from the table holding his photography equipment. He regarded the seemingly peacefully sleeping teen, still propped against the partially open door, for a long moment before making his way back over to his hostage. Carefully wrapping a cuff around one of Kendall's wrists, Adam felt bad for what he was doing to the young man. Taking the teen hadn't been part of the plan when he walked into the Queen's Hotel. He gently wrapped his fingers around Kendall's other wrist, pulling it behind his back. Grab the back pack and double cross MI6 had been the plan. But after seeing the teen holding the bag, he'd decided to go for doubling his money by selling or ransoming the teen.
Just as his fingers clasped the second cuff on Kendall's formerly freed wrist, the teen stirred. Jerking awake, and instantly fighting against the restraints. Kendall's shoulder bashed into Adam's chest, forcing him back on to his bottom. He watched in near fascination as terror lit pale green eyes with fire and the teen fell onto his back attempting to free his trapped arms. He kept his distance as Kendall's bare feet attempted to fid purchase on the smooth floor in a vain effort to get away.
"Get away from me, bastard!" Kendall said through gritted teeth. "Leave me alone!"
A sardonic smile played at Adam's lips as he watched the youth struggle to push himself backward, yelling and near tears. The shock of being kidnapped was wearing off, pushing into fear and defiance, and Adam was torn between being impressed with the kid and feeling sorry for the position he'd put the kid in. Not sorry enough to change his plans for the kid or simply let him go, but sorry nonetheless.
"Kendall," Adam said, moving closer to his panicked hostage. "Calm down. There really isn't a way out of this. I can't let you go." He reached out to snag Kendall's ankle.
"I just want to go home!" Kendall yelled, kicking his foot out in hopes of shaking Adam's grip. Kendall felt the heel of his foot connect with Adam. The spy swore loudly, dropping his hand from Kendall's foot. The teenage pop star wanted to care where his foot had hit, but the fact that he was free of his captor's grasp, for the moment, and several inches more away was all that his mind registered. "Just let me go. I swear that I won't tell them anything. I'll fake memory loss or something. I just want to go home, please…"
Emitting a low growl, Adam launched himself at the mostly defenseless teen. Batting aside the blond's long, kicking legs, Adam sat on Kendall's chest. His hand grabbed a fist full of Kendall's blond locks, pulling his head back and up. Kendall's body stilled beneath Adam's. The young man stared up at him with wide green eyes, defiance and fear still present.
"Look, Kid, I said I didn't want to hurt you," he ground out, Kendall's face held inches from his own. "Not that I wouldn't. So, stop fighting me."
"Can't I just go home? Please?"
"No can do, kiddo. Item number one sold. You are item number two, and are five minutes from having a new home."