Time For Miracles-Part One
"Fuck you!!" Tommy screamed and locked himself in the bathroom. Adam sighed, it had been like this a lot recently.Tommy had been having weird mood swings, worse than usual. Adam sighed again and buried his head in his hands. He had just told Tommy that he didn't want chicken for supper.
They'd been dating for almost two years by then, and he'd never seen Tommy like this. Not even when Tommy's dad died. Not even when they got exposed to the public because of some crazy-psycho-stalker fan. Not even when Monte said that they should find a new bassist just in case their relationship didn't last. (They never did, but just the idea made Tommy upset beyond words.) He'd never seen Tommy so...sad. Not the emotion, just his over all state.
And another thing that Adam was a little bitter about, they hadn't had sex for about two months. And that's a long time for Adam fucking Lambert. Everytime Adam was 'in the mood' Tommy was 'too tired' or 'not feeling well' and jacking off just wasn't cutting it any more.
Not that he'd ever cheat on Tommy, if anything, Adam was totally monogamous. He only whored around when he wasn't in a realtionship, thanks.
He pushed himself out of his chair and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and called out, "Toooo-mmyyyy. Tommy Joo-oooe."
"Fuck off." Was his response.
"Please, Tommy. Open the door."
"Go away!"
Adam tried the door, making sure it really was locked, and came up with disappointing results. "Please? I'm sorry."
"No, you're not!"
"Am too. I'll eat the chicken if it makes you happy."
No answer.
"I love you."
No answer.
"Tommy?"
No answer.
"Baby? You okay?"
This time, he was answered by an extremely gross sounding retch and the sound of puke hitting toilet water.
"Baby?! What's wrong?!!" He tried the door again, hopeless. "Let me in! Baby, baby, please!"
All he heard was another heave. His stomach lurched in response. He hated when Tommy was sick. He hardly ever got sick, and when he did, it always came full force. Then, he heard the distinctive clicks of the lock turning, but they were quickly replaced by another gag. Adam opened the door himself in time to see Tommy throwing up the rest of his stomach's contents. He reached under the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and got it damp before making his way over to Tommy, who was now sitting on his knees with his head resting on the toilet seat. Adam used the towel to clean Tommy's mouth and put his arm around his skinny shoulders.
"Are you okay?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Tommy croaked.
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm fucking sick why do you fucking think I'm being so fucking mean."
"Language, Tommy Joe."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Be nice to me. I'm your boyfriend."
Tommy sighed, "Sorry. Don't feel good."
Adam kissed Tommy's temple and whispered, "Yeah, I know."
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"Will you please, please, go to the doctor?" Adam pleaded, holding back Tommy's hair as he unloaded the rest of his stomach contents into the toilet bowl. He helped the smaller man up so he could rinse his mouth out. "Please, baby, I'm worried about you..."
"I'm fine." But Tommy's voice had cracked, like it always did when he lied. Tommy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Adam through the mirror. "It's just food poisoning." He gritted through his teeth. He clenched his jaw tighter and clamped a hand across his stomach as a spasm rippled through his abdomen.
"That's it..." Adam muttered and picked Tommy up bridal style.
Tommy shrieked and automatically threw his hands around Adam's neck. "Adam!"
"We are going to the doctor." Adam said nonchalantly.
"Put me down or I swear to God I will throw up on you."
"I can deal with it." He whisked Tommy down the hallway and towards the garage. The rocking motion really wasn't doing to well for his stomach. He clenched his mouth closed and pushed his forehead on to Adam's shoulder. He didn't realize how far Adam had carried him until he felt Adam sitting him into their car.
"I'm fine." Tommy moaned. "Don't make me go..."
Adam looked down at Tommy through the car door. "I just want to make sure you aren't, like, dying or something, Glitterbaby. I need to make sure you're alright."
"Fine." Tommy spat,turning his head from Adam. Adam sighed and closed the car door. He looked at Tommy for a minute through the car door's window. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before heading over to the driver's side. After climbing in and closing the door,he turned to look into Tommy's eyes. Poor Tommy Joe's face was still clammy and sweaty, and his hair stuck to his forehead. The bassist's eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were ever so slightly dialated. Adam trailed his fingers down the side of Tommy's face before turning back to the wheel and starting the car.
The ride to the hospital was short, but silent. Tommy refused to say anything, and Adam was never good at breaking silences. Once they were parked, Adam climbed out of the car and went over to Tommy's side and opened his door. Tommy didn't get out.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Adam asked, caressing Tommy's back.
"No." Tommy said curtly. He slid out of the car and stumbled. "Fuck."he exhaled, supporting his weight on the car frame. Adam was immediately by his side with an arm around Tommy's hips. "Okay, so, maybe you should help me in."
Adam laughed lightly and pulled Tommy along side him. As they neared the entrance,Tommy froze up. His feet planted firmly against the side walk of the hospitals pavilion, his eyes growing wide."I really hate doctors, Adam..."
"I know you do, baby." Adam said, putting a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder. "But we need to make sure you're okay..."
Tommy took a deep breath and nodded at Adam. Adam grasped Tommy's hand and pulled him through the revolving door. Once inside, the cold, sterile smell of the hospital hit Tommy full force, making his stomach clench. Adam noticed the pained look on Tommy Joe's face and squeezed his hand sympathetically. He pulled Tommy towards the elevators and jabbed the 'up' button with his thumb. Once they were inside and the doors were closed, Adam turned to Tommy and the floodgates opened. "I'm so sorry, Tommy, baby, I just want to make sure you aren't, like, dying or something.Or, like, you didn't contract some off-the-chart Malaysian disease. Or you don'thave some freak brain tumor, or-or-or-"
Now Tommy felt all kinds of bad. He should've known Adam would create freak scenarios in his head. Because he's paranoid and overprotective like that. "S'fine, Babyboy. I understand. But I'm sure it's nothing. Hell, maybe I'm pregnant!"
Adam couldn't help but laugh and pull Tommy into a protective hug. He then placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of Tommy's nose. He pressed his cheek to the top of Tommy's head and gently rocked him side to side. They stayed like that until the elevator dinged and opened to the third floor. Adam reluctantly pulled away from Tommy, moving instead to hold his hand. They ventured toward the receptionist, hand in hand.
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"Mr. Ratliff, how are we today?" Dr. Bastick asked as he came into Tommy's room.
Tommy opened his mouth to answer, but Adam cut him off with, "Don't you dare say you're fine."
The doctor turned towards Adam, who was sitting next to Tommy's bed. Their hands were twined together on the edge of the hard, plastic matress. Dr. Bastick had always been open minded with their relationship, he never minded their little shows of affection. "I have a feeling you forced him here." He smiled warmly at the two.
Adam nodded his head. "He claims he's fine, but I know he's not."
"Symptoms?" he asked, pulling out a pen and holding it above his clipboard.
"He's been throwing up, at least once an hour, for the past few days. Moody as hell, too."
"Adam." Tommy cut a glare toward his boyfriend.
Adam ignored it and continued. "He's been abstaining from sex, too."
"Adam Mitchel Lambert!" Tommy cried, pulling his hand out and away from Adam's.
Adam shrugged. "What? You have, and I think that that has to be a medical symptom."
Dr. Bastick laughed a them and wrote the symptoms down. "When is the last time you guys had intercourse?"
"I don't see how this is relevant." Tommy muttered.
"Two months." Adam answered.
The doctor's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Really?"
Adam nodded and Tommy looked away, out the window. Adam gently grasped Tommy's hand, bought it to his lips, and kissed his knuckles.
Dr. Bastick wrote a little more. "Okay, Tommy, if you'll follow me, I'll get a nurse to draw your blood."
Tommy's head snapped toward the doctor. "B-blood?"
"I want to run a few tests, check somethings out."
Tommy gulped and slid off the bed as Adam stood up. "Adam can come too, right?" Tommy asked warily.
"Of course." The doctor assured.
Tommy looked back at Adam before they followed the doctor down the hall to the Lab and X-ray department. He went over to one of the desks and handed a nurse Tommy's chart. "I need you to draw a tube of Mr. Ratliff's blood and do a full run of tests on it."
The nurse nodded and came up from behind the counter. She walked up to Adam and Tommy. "Please, follow me, Mr. Ratliff."
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Adam and Tommy sat nervously in Tommy's hospital room. Adam had ended up sitting with Tommy on the bed, and Tommy had ended up curling onto Adam's lap.
After what seemed like hours, Dr. Bastick walked in with a nervous smile etched onto his face. Adam looked up at the doctor and asked a wary, "What's wrong?"
The doctor looked at the couple, then to Tommy, and back to his chart. "Something strange has come up, but I want to try one more test..." He handed Tommy a small cup and gestured toward the bathroom. "I'm going to need a urine sample."
Tommy grasped the cup between his hands, slid off the bed, and closed himself into the bathroom. Adam looked up at the doctor, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "Is he okay?"
"Tommy's fine. I can explain more when I do this last test."
Adam let out a sigh of relief.
Then, Tommy emerged from the bathroom with the cup tucked between his hands. "H-here." he said handing the cup to Dr. Bastick. The doctor took it and smiled at the boys. "I'll be right back. Don't stress yourselves."
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Don't stress yourselves, right, Tommy thought as he and Adam once again waited for Dr. Bastick to return. He was freaking out. They were both freaking out.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Bastick came back in the room. He sat on his little stool. "So... I have some explaining to do." The doctor confessed, running a hand through his graying hair.
Tommy grasped at Adam's hand, which was protectively wrapped around his torso. "What's wrong?" Tommy asked, his voice wavering.
"Nothing's wrong, per say. We've never seen this at this hospital, but I've heard stories about it."
"About what?" Adam asked, pulling Tommy closer.
"I ran a test on Tommy's blood, and it came back postive for a new chromosome we've been alerted about."
Tommy's heart leapt painfully in his chest and Adam said, "Could you please just tell us? This is agony."
"Of course, Adam. This chromosome, the YM chromosome, has built a different system into Tommy's body. Just above his lower back, and before his rectum. This system has given Tommy the ability to do something most man can't. This system, you see, is similar to a female reproductive system."
"So..." Adam whispered, trying to connect it in his mind.
"Congragulations, Tommy, you're pregnant."
They'd been dating for almost two years by then, and he'd never seen Tommy like this. Not even when Tommy's dad died. Not even when they got exposed to the public because of some crazy-psycho-stalker fan. Not even when Monte said that they should find a new bassist just in case their relationship didn't last. (They never did, but just the idea made Tommy upset beyond words.) He'd never seen Tommy so...sad. Not the emotion, just his over all state.
And another thing that Adam was a little bitter about, they hadn't had sex for about two months. And that's a long time for Adam fucking Lambert. Everytime Adam was 'in the mood' Tommy was 'too tired' or 'not feeling well' and jacking off just wasn't cutting it any more.
Not that he'd ever cheat on Tommy, if anything, Adam was totally monogamous. He only whored around when he wasn't in a realtionship, thanks.
He pushed himself out of his chair and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and called out, "Toooo-mmyyyy. Tommy Joo-oooe."
"Fuck off." Was his response.
"Please, Tommy. Open the door."
"Go away!"
Adam tried the door, making sure it really was locked, and came up with disappointing results. "Please? I'm sorry."
"No, you're not!"
"Am too. I'll eat the chicken if it makes you happy."
No answer.
"I love you."
No answer.
"Tommy?"
No answer.
"Baby? You okay?"
This time, he was answered by an extremely gross sounding retch and the sound of puke hitting toilet water.
"Baby?! What's wrong?!!" He tried the door again, hopeless. "Let me in! Baby, baby, please!"
All he heard was another heave. His stomach lurched in response. He hated when Tommy was sick. He hardly ever got sick, and when he did, it always came full force. Then, he heard the distinctive clicks of the lock turning, but they were quickly replaced by another gag. Adam opened the door himself in time to see Tommy throwing up the rest of his stomach's contents. He reached under the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and got it damp before making his way over to Tommy, who was now sitting on his knees with his head resting on the toilet seat. Adam used the towel to clean Tommy's mouth and put his arm around his skinny shoulders.
"Are you okay?"
"What the fuck do you think?" Tommy croaked.
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm fucking sick why do you fucking think I'm being so fucking mean."
"Language, Tommy Joe."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Be nice to me. I'm your boyfriend."
Tommy sighed, "Sorry. Don't feel good."
Adam kissed Tommy's temple and whispered, "Yeah, I know."
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"Will you please, please, go to the doctor?" Adam pleaded, holding back Tommy's hair as he unloaded the rest of his stomach contents into the toilet bowl. He helped the smaller man up so he could rinse his mouth out. "Please, baby, I'm worried about you..."
"I'm fine." But Tommy's voice had cracked, like it always did when he lied. Tommy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at Adam through the mirror. "It's just food poisoning." He gritted through his teeth. He clenched his jaw tighter and clamped a hand across his stomach as a spasm rippled through his abdomen.
"That's it..." Adam muttered and picked Tommy up bridal style.
Tommy shrieked and automatically threw his hands around Adam's neck. "Adam!"
"We are going to the doctor." Adam said nonchalantly.
"Put me down or I swear to God I will throw up on you."
"I can deal with it." He whisked Tommy down the hallway and towards the garage. The rocking motion really wasn't doing to well for his stomach. He clenched his mouth closed and pushed his forehead on to Adam's shoulder. He didn't realize how far Adam had carried him until he felt Adam sitting him into their car.
"I'm fine." Tommy moaned. "Don't make me go..."
Adam looked down at Tommy through the car door. "I just want to make sure you aren't, like, dying or something, Glitterbaby. I need to make sure you're alright."
"Fine." Tommy spat,turning his head from Adam. Adam sighed and closed the car door. He looked at Tommy for a minute through the car door's window. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before heading over to the driver's side. After climbing in and closing the door,he turned to look into Tommy's eyes. Poor Tommy Joe's face was still clammy and sweaty, and his hair stuck to his forehead. The bassist's eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were ever so slightly dialated. Adam trailed his fingers down the side of Tommy's face before turning back to the wheel and starting the car.
The ride to the hospital was short, but silent. Tommy refused to say anything, and Adam was never good at breaking silences. Once they were parked, Adam climbed out of the car and went over to Tommy's side and opened his door. Tommy didn't get out.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Adam asked, caressing Tommy's back.
"No." Tommy said curtly. He slid out of the car and stumbled. "Fuck."he exhaled, supporting his weight on the car frame. Adam was immediately by his side with an arm around Tommy's hips. "Okay, so, maybe you should help me in."
Adam laughed lightly and pulled Tommy along side him. As they neared the entrance,Tommy froze up. His feet planted firmly against the side walk of the hospitals pavilion, his eyes growing wide."I really hate doctors, Adam..."
"I know you do, baby." Adam said, putting a comforting hand on Tommy's shoulder. "But we need to make sure you're okay..."
Tommy took a deep breath and nodded at Adam. Adam grasped Tommy's hand and pulled him through the revolving door. Once inside, the cold, sterile smell of the hospital hit Tommy full force, making his stomach clench. Adam noticed the pained look on Tommy Joe's face and squeezed his hand sympathetically. He pulled Tommy towards the elevators and jabbed the 'up' button with his thumb. Once they were inside and the doors were closed, Adam turned to Tommy and the floodgates opened. "I'm so sorry, Tommy, baby, I just want to make sure you aren't, like, dying or something.Or, like, you didn't contract some off-the-chart Malaysian disease. Or you don'thave some freak brain tumor, or-or-or-"
Now Tommy felt all kinds of bad. He should've known Adam would create freak scenarios in his head. Because he's paranoid and overprotective like that. "S'fine, Babyboy. I understand. But I'm sure it's nothing. Hell, maybe I'm pregnant!"
Adam couldn't help but laugh and pull Tommy into a protective hug. He then placed a gentle kiss on the bridge of Tommy's nose. He pressed his cheek to the top of Tommy's head and gently rocked him side to side. They stayed like that until the elevator dinged and opened to the third floor. Adam reluctantly pulled away from Tommy, moving instead to hold his hand. They ventured toward the receptionist, hand in hand.
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"Mr. Ratliff, how are we today?" Dr. Bastick asked as he came into Tommy's room.
Tommy opened his mouth to answer, but Adam cut him off with, "Don't you dare say you're fine."
The doctor turned towards Adam, who was sitting next to Tommy's bed. Their hands were twined together on the edge of the hard, plastic matress. Dr. Bastick had always been open minded with their relationship, he never minded their little shows of affection. "I have a feeling you forced him here." He smiled warmly at the two.
Adam nodded his head. "He claims he's fine, but I know he's not."
"Symptoms?" he asked, pulling out a pen and holding it above his clipboard.
"He's been throwing up, at least once an hour, for the past few days. Moody as hell, too."
"Adam." Tommy cut a glare toward his boyfriend.
Adam ignored it and continued. "He's been abstaining from sex, too."
"Adam Mitchel Lambert!" Tommy cried, pulling his hand out and away from Adam's.
Adam shrugged. "What? You have, and I think that that has to be a medical symptom."
Dr. Bastick laughed a them and wrote the symptoms down. "When is the last time you guys had intercourse?"
"I don't see how this is relevant." Tommy muttered.
"Two months." Adam answered.
The doctor's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Really?"
Adam nodded and Tommy looked away, out the window. Adam gently grasped Tommy's hand, bought it to his lips, and kissed his knuckles.
Dr. Bastick wrote a little more. "Okay, Tommy, if you'll follow me, I'll get a nurse to draw your blood."
Tommy's head snapped toward the doctor. "B-blood?"
"I want to run a few tests, check somethings out."
Tommy gulped and slid off the bed as Adam stood up. "Adam can come too, right?" Tommy asked warily.
"Of course." The doctor assured.
Tommy looked back at Adam before they followed the doctor down the hall to the Lab and X-ray department. He went over to one of the desks and handed a nurse Tommy's chart. "I need you to draw a tube of Mr. Ratliff's blood and do a full run of tests on it."
The nurse nodded and came up from behind the counter. She walked up to Adam and Tommy. "Please, follow me, Mr. Ratliff."
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Adam and Tommy sat nervously in Tommy's hospital room. Adam had ended up sitting with Tommy on the bed, and Tommy had ended up curling onto Adam's lap.
After what seemed like hours, Dr. Bastick walked in with a nervous smile etched onto his face. Adam looked up at the doctor and asked a wary, "What's wrong?"
The doctor looked at the couple, then to Tommy, and back to his chart. "Something strange has come up, but I want to try one more test..." He handed Tommy a small cup and gestured toward the bathroom. "I'm going to need a urine sample."
Tommy grasped the cup between his hands, slid off the bed, and closed himself into the bathroom. Adam looked up at the doctor, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "Is he okay?"
"Tommy's fine. I can explain more when I do this last test."
Adam let out a sigh of relief.
Then, Tommy emerged from the bathroom with the cup tucked between his hands. "H-here." he said handing the cup to Dr. Bastick. The doctor took it and smiled at the boys. "I'll be right back. Don't stress yourselves."
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Don't stress yourselves, right, Tommy thought as he and Adam once again waited for Dr. Bastick to return. He was freaking out. They were both freaking out.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Bastick came back in the room. He sat on his little stool. "So... I have some explaining to do." The doctor confessed, running a hand through his graying hair.
Tommy grasped at Adam's hand, which was protectively wrapped around his torso. "What's wrong?" Tommy asked, his voice wavering.
"Nothing's wrong, per say. We've never seen this at this hospital, but I've heard stories about it."
"About what?" Adam asked, pulling Tommy closer.
"I ran a test on Tommy's blood, and it came back postive for a new chromosome we've been alerted about."
Tommy's heart leapt painfully in his chest and Adam said, "Could you please just tell us? This is agony."
"Of course, Adam. This chromosome, the YM chromosome, has built a different system into Tommy's body. Just above his lower back, and before his rectum. This system has given Tommy the ability to do something most man can't. This system, you see, is similar to a female reproductive system."
"So..." Adam whispered, trying to connect it in his mind.
"Congragulations, Tommy, you're pregnant."