FIC: Broken Open 6B/6B
Broken Open
Summary: After years of violence and abuse Adam finally escapes.
Disclaimer: I know none of these people, nor do I own them, they own themselves. This story is completely fictional.
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Domestic abuse, violence and swearing.
Notes: Title taken from the song Broken Open by Adam Lambert. The inspiration for this came from the Savage Garden song Two Beds and a Coffee Machine.
Other Parts
Part 6B
Adam took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he might find when he walked into Kris’s room. The doctor had said Kris was okay and talking but all Adam could think about was Kris’s precious blood staining his hands, he had never seen so much blood. Adam was still amazed Kim Allen had hugged him when they met and thanked him for saving Kris. Adam couldn’t believe she was thanking him when it was his fault that Kris was shot, it was his fault for not leaving Nathan earlier and for asking Kris to help him. Adam was touched that she had insisted he should be the first to see Kris.
Adam opened the door to find one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, Kris was sitting up on the bed with a tired smile on his face.
Kris said happily, “Hi Adam. It’s great to see you. Are you and the children okay, Nathan hasn’t done anything?”
Taking a seat at the top of Kris’s bed Adam said bluntly, “We’re good. Nathan was killed when the cops went to arrest him. The bastard killed a cop.”
Kris nodded in understanding, as cold as it might be, he was glad Nathan was dead. Nathan’s death had freed Adam from the man’s clutches and there was no chance of Adam and the children being hurt.
“I'm sorry about the cop dying but I'm happy he won’t be coming after you and the children again. How are they taking it?”
Adam sighed, “Patrick doesn’t seem to be upset at the moment but I don’t know how much he understands. Tiffany is...well, she hasn’t cried if anything she seemed relieved. All she wanted to know was if it meant Nathan wouldn’t be able to hurt me and shout. God, her first thought was that I wouldn’t get hurt. That is so fucked up Kris. How much have I scarred her by staying with Nathan?”
“Adam, it’s going to be okay. Tiffany is going to be okay and she seems resilient. We can take her to talk to someone, if you want?”
Adam nodded quickly, “I’ve already made an appointment with a child psychologist for them both and I'm going to see one too. I know Patrick is young to see a shrink but I want to make sure he’s okay.”
“They are going to be okay and so are you. Don’t let that scum destroy your family.”
Adam said solemnly, “I won’t. It might be difficult but we will get through this. Kris, can I stay with you until I find somewhere for the children and I? It wouldn't be for long.”
“Of course. You can stay as long as you need to.” Kris said, unwilling to voice his thoughts that he wanted Adam and the children to stay with him forever.
Kris had no idea how to voice his thoughts without making it sound like he was a demanding, possessive asshole. Kris had always wanted a family, he just hadn’t imagined Adam would be his partner. For years Kris had wanted a relationship with Adam but had resigned himself to the fact that it would never happen when Adam had started seeing Nathan. He had watched from the sidelines as Adam and Nathan’s relationship became stronger until they married. It was because of his feelings for Adam that his relationship with Katy had floundered. Katy didn't care that he was in love with a man only that he was in love with someone else. Kris hadn't objected when she asked him for a divorce, it was the right thing for both of them, she deserved someone who loved her with every fibre of his being.
Kris felt he couldn’t pursue Adam at the moment since the man was still getting over the trauma of his relationship with Nathan. Kris was willing to wait though, regardless of how as long it took for Adam to be ready for a relationship, he just hoped that Adam didn’t reject him.
“Thank you. Kris, do you want to go out for a meal when you get out of here as a thank you?” Adam said eager to make sure his friend didn’t think he was asking him out on a date.
There was no way Adam could cope without Kris in his life so he couldn’t risk his friend finding out about his feelings. Years ago, Adam had confessed his crush on Kris and the man had been fine with it but it wouldn’t be the same now since his crush was stronger now than ever before. Adam had no idea if it was because Kris had protected him so much and he would explore that issue with a psychologist. A part of Adam hoped that’s all it was because he didn’t know how he would cope if he fell inexplicably in love with his friend.
“That sounds good,” Kris said with a smile.
“Great. I'll go and let your mom come in here,” Adam said with a happy grin before leaving the room.
Adam walked out of the room and down the corridor to where Kim Allen was impatiently waiting. He felt able to breathe again now that he had seen with his own eyes that Kris was okay, it made him believe that his family and Kris would be able to recover from the wounds both physical and mental that Nathan had inflicted.
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Nine months later, an eight year old Tiffany looked at her daddy and wondered why he wasn’t married to uncle Kris. She loved uncle Kris, he played music to her and Patrick, read to them and helped her with her homework He had made a big cake for her birthday and he took them to Disneyland with daddy. He was always there and he had gone to see her teacher when she had fallen in school and her daddy was singing in Canada. Uncle Kris had held her hand when the doctor had put the orange cast on her arm and had even drawn a picture of a princess on it.
“Daddy, why aren’t you married to uncle Kris?” Tiffany asked bluntly.
“What?” Adam said in a mix of embarrassment and shock, just out the corner of his eye, he caught Kris smiling.
Tiffany said quickly, “Well, he’s nice to all of us. He makes you smile and you look at each other with cow eyes like uncle Neil and auntie Helena.”
“Really?” Adam asked, feeling as though his world had been tipped on its axis. He had fallen in love with Kris despite every effort he had made to stop it and now it seemed Kris might return his feelings.
“Yeah daddy. I think he’s a really good papa and he loves us.”
“Tiffany, baby. Uncle Kris doesn’t like me like that,” Adam said desperately.
“He does too,” Tiffany protested before yelling, “Uncle Kris, you love daddy, right? A hugs and kisses kinda love like uncle Neil and auntie Helena?”?”
“I sure do, darling.” Kris said with a shy smile, clearly Tiffany had inherited Adam's blunt, insightful manner.
“Good. Well, kiss daddy so he can see you really love him.” Tiffany demanded.
Kris nodded in acceptance before pulling Adam towards him and into a passionate kiss. The kiss seemed to last forever but at the same time not long enough, it was fuelled by their pent up desire, love and need for each other. The sound of coughing broke them apart, as one the men turned to find Tiffany impatiently tapping her foot.
Tiffany said proudly, “See, I was right. Now you can get married and I can be the flower girl. Can I have a green dress and carry orange flowers?
Adam swallowed nervously before saying, “Tiffany, I think it might be a little soon for us to get married.”
“Don’t be silly, daddy. You and uncle Kris should get married, even Grandma said so,” Tiffany said remembering what she heard her Grandma saying on the phone to Uncle Neil.
Looking at Kris, Adam could see the love, hope and trust burning in the man’s eyes along with the promise of eternity together. It was like a dream, a dream he never wanted to wake up from. He wanted nothing more than to be with Kris but had never imagined it would become a reality.
Adam pushed down all of his fears and asked, “What do you say, Kris? Do you want to get married and spend the rest of your life with me?”
Kris furiously blinked back happy tears saying, “There’s nothing I want more. I love you, Adam.”
“I love you too, Kris.” Adam said gently before pulling his fiancé into a soft, gentle kiss.
With a put upon sigh, Tiffany walked back into the playroom to play cars with Patrick. Her daddy was so silly at times; uncle Kris should have been her papa ages ago. She couldn’t wait until they got married, she was going to be the best flower girl ever.
The End