What Is, and What Should Never Be (11/?); Rated R
Title: What Is, and What Should Never Be (11/?)
Chapter Title: Safety
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: R
Disclaimer: i only wish in my dirty mind that they owned each other.
Warnings: some dark elements, some angst, spn crossover
Summary: "These walls are safe, guarded."
Author's Notes: well, see, there's this thing called real life and it kinda got in my way, and my internet is dumb and hasn't wanted to work lately, and....yeah. that's why this is like 3 weeks late :\ sorry. and it's short. also, to the few of you actually reading/following this-THANK YOU! comments are much appreciated :)
Betas: fasciculations and dirtysdead thank you!!
One: http://mywritings09.livejournal.com/7949.h tml
Two: http://mywritings09.livejournal.com/8221.h tml
Three: http://mywritings09.livejournal.com/8863.h tml
Four: http://mywritings09.livejournal.com/9373.h tml
Five: http://mywritings09.livejournal.com/9581.h tml
Six: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ ai/1123251.html#cutid1
Seven: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ ai/1152190.html#cutid1
Eight: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1176119.html#cutid1
Nine: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1212255.html#cutid1
Ten: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/1246051.html#cutid1
“Have you seen the news?”
Adam glances up from his computer. He shakes his head and Kris picks up the remote to turn the TV on. “Katy called and told me to turn it on,” Kris continues while flipping through the stations. Adam hardly pays attention, but he notices the hitch in Kris’s voice. Something is seriously wrong.
Finally the local news station is on, a man’s distraught voice coming from the set. He’s holding onto the hood of his rain jacket, microphone in his other hand, while the rain and the wind whips around him, almost drowning out his voice. He’s speaking into the microphone but Adam can barely hear him.
“What’s going on?” Adam asks. He puts his computer aside and focuses on the bottom of the screen; Kris turns the volume up.
San Francisco Hit by Electrical Storm
Other bits of news scroll underneath the headline. News of where to go for safety, how many people have already disappeared since the storm hit only two hours ago, the number of deaths. Adam watches in disbelief as the live cameras pan out to show a view of the city. It’s dark out, the sky covered in dark blue and black clouds. Sparks of blue lightning, bright and angry, flash every now and then; one bolt hits the ground.
The cameras rotate. Adam can see smoke rising above the high rise buildings. The streets are clogged with cars and people running for the safety of the buildings. “What-“ He makes Kris turn the volume up more.
The reporter holds onto his jacket tighter. A bolt of lightning strikes only a few feet behind him. “We have to get out of here!” he shouts, the microphone dropping to the ground. Then the cameras cut out and the station comes back on, the news anchors sitting there with grim faces. Kris cuts the TV off.
“What’s happening out there?”
Kris sits on the couch next to Adam. Adam notices his hands are shaking. “They said it’s something…unexplainable right now. But this morning it just, things started getting bad. Thought it was a storm coming through but then the...the lightning started.” Kris shudders and Adam wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Adam, people just started disappearing because of this storm. People have died.”
“Shh, it’ll be okay,” he reassures Kris. He presses a kiss to the side of his head. “It’ll be okay.”
He hopes things will be okay.
*
Everything is bright compared to what’s outside those walls. In here the walls are yellow and the bedspread is blue and the carpet is soft. Things are happier in here. The people are a little broken, but, Adam figures, this is the kind of place that can put everyone back together.
He and Kris have only been here a night and he’s already in love with it. The people that brought them in and gave them a room with an actual bathroom were nice, all smiles. The bedroom given to them is roomy and the bed is big and comfortable. Clean clothes were given to them, and then after a hot shower they were fed the best food they’ve had in two weeks.
These walls are safe, guarded.
Now, as Adam stares at the ceiling, the sunlight streaming through a window onto his face, he can’t help but smile. Kris is still sleeping next to him, snuggled underneath the covers and in the pillows like a little boy. It feels almost like Before.
There’s a knock on the door. Adam pushes onto his elbows. Even though the people last night were nice he’s still not entirely sure if he can trust every single one of them. It will take time. The knock comes again so he carefully climbs out of bed and walks over to the door. He opens it just enough to poke his head out.
A girl probably in her twenties is standing outside the door, a tray of breakfast in her hands. She’s smiling warmly and telling him hello. “Did you sleep okay?” she asks. Adam nods as he takes the tray, giving her a smile in return.
“Thank you,” he says sincerely. She nods once, with a smile, then turns and walks down the long hallway leading to other rooms. Once she’s out of sight Adam closes the door and takes the tray, setting it on the end of the bed.
Adam sighs and crawls back to the pillows where he flops down face first, arms tucked underneath the pillow. Kris stirs next to him; he’s mumbling in his sleep again. “Kris,” Adam whispers.
“What,” Kris murmurs sleepily, but he’s opening his eyes and Adam notes they look brighter for the first time in a long time. Grinning, Kris scoots closer until his nose is pressed into the hollow of Adam’s throat, breathing him in; he smells of soap and clean clothes, something they both have missed.
Adam breathes out a sigh and closes his eyes. “So what do you think?” He listens to Kris breathing, feels the sun on his back. It all feels so surreal right now that he almost doesn’t believe this is really happening. He’s afraid that if he closes his eyes, for even a second, all of this will disappear.
“I think,” Kris sighs, “that we’re going to be okay.”