Disclaimer: I do not own Adam, Jigsaw, or anything else related to the Saw franchise.
Author's Note: This is the epilogue. I finally got around to writing it as I'm trying to tie up as many of my almost-finished stories on here as possible so I can, maybe, start writing some new stuff (:
Constructive Criticism Encouraged.
Konstantine dreamt that she was on a beach in the south Pacific. The water was a perfect azure blue, and the sands were creamy beige, untainted when she first awoke there, but the longer she stayed, the more she noticed the red splotches appearing down wind from her, leading away in a trail as though someone had been injured and was trying to get away. Konstantine stood up, peering down at the bloody sand, and then looked up and down the beach. She thought it was deserted when she first woke up, but now she realized she could hear somebody else, calling out for help.
When she got to them, she knew who it was. It was Adam, lying on the sand, bleeding, but not from a gunshot. It looked like Jaws had taken a bite out of him. Kons blinked and he was whole again, sleeping under the warm sun. He woke up, his brown eyes staring at her as a slow smile spread across his face. "Konstantine, you came for me."
She knelt down beside him and placed her hand on the side of his face. "Of course I did. I couldn't leave you here to die."
The dark-haired woman blinked her eyes open and was blinded by a cold, white light. Her eyes snapped shut again, and she heard a male voice ask, "Is the light too bright?"
She nodded and as the light dimmed, she opened her eyes again. When she did, she beheld something she thought impossible. There was Adam, his arm in a sling, his complexion back to its usual healthy pallor, and looking much better than the last time she'd saw him. Her own wrists ached at the memories of what she'd been through, and she looked down to see them heavily gauzed.
"The doctor said that you might not have full use of your hands when they heal. You were lucky not to bleed to death," he said, emotionlessly. He did not seem very happy to see her, and her heart sank. "Why'd you do it?"
"Why did I save you?" She asked.
He shook his head, "Refuse to move on." Adam was wearing a serious expression, though she could feel one of his hands slip around one of hers. "They said you were given a choice, to stay where you were, or to push on to save me and risk your own life." Her blue eyes scanned his, trying to figure out where exactly he was going with this. He paused, staring back at her, as his thumb rolled over her tingling hand, as if to examine her.
She shrugged simply. "I love you, how could I… how could I just let you die when I knew there was a chance that you were still alive? I couldn't… that's just not me." She looked down at her blanket and hospital-covered body, feeling more broken than she had in a long time. "I was a mess without you. I could barely get myself out of bed. If this wouldn't have happened, I wouldn't have been living much of a life anyway.
"They said if you'd found me a few hours later, I would have been dead," Adam tugged at the neckline of his white t-shirt. "Somebody tried to kill me." There were purple bruises in the shape of fingerprints along his throat. All Konstantine was sure of was that they weren't from her. "I couldn't figure out why he was keeping me alive. Why he'd want me to live when my game was over, but I guess now I know." Adam paused, staring at his own feet. "I'm sorry I put you through this. If I could take it all back…"
"Adam, I know." She said simply and looked back up at him. "I just want us to go home, start over. I thought it was a nightmare. I thought that I had dreamt it." She had woken up before, in the hospital room, but they must have had her on some kind of drug because everything felt surreal. She thought she was in the loony bin. "But now that I know it's not, and now that I know we're both safe, I just want to forget it."
Adam stared at her contemplatively. "Whatever you want, Kons. Whatever you want." He leaned over and kissed her forehead tenderly.
"You ready, baby?" Adam asked as he approached her with a cardboard box in his arms. Konstantine was looking out of the window of her pricey, downtown flat and at the view she had hated for so many years. Her eyes were on the floor where her bed had been, approximately the spot where she had been captured by Jigsaw or one of his lackeys. Adam kissed her temple as he glanced toward the window, "I'll meet you downstairs."
"I'll come with you," Kons said, shaking her head and picking up the last box and following him down to the truck.
After they'd been released from the hospital, Kons told Adam about her dream about the beach. He half joked, half suggested that they move out to California, and by the look on her face, he could tell that she would really have liked to. It didn't take long for them to get their shit together. Adam got back to work as a photographer, and rather than working for women who suspected their husbands of cheating, he did less shady things that were half as interesting. Konstantine, in the mean while, had gotten a job at the local newspaper to supplement what was left from her settlement. Only seven months after Konstantine had saved Adam's life, they had enough money to move away from the place that had been so awful to both of them.
As Konstantine sat in the passenger seat of the rental truck and watched the city pass her by, she couldn't help but wonder what the future had in store for her and Adam. All she did know was that she hoped that no other serial murderers would kidnap them and tell them to fight for their lives. To prove that they deserved they lived.
Somehow, she doubted that that would ever happen again. She turned to Adam and gave him a small smile, he smiled back.
"We're going to be okay," he told her.
Konstantine nodded: "I think we'll be more than just okay, baby."
She took Adam's hand, her wedding ring finally feeling like it belonged, as her gazed returned to the window. If they had survived one of Jigsaw's games, chances were that they could survive anything else life had in store for them.