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Title: What Is, and What Should Never Be (4/?)
Chapter Title: Broken Pieces
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Summary: "Kris jumps, startled away from another nightmare."
Warnings: some dark elements, some angst, set in august/september 2011
Author's Notes: thank you for the feedback. much appreciation.
Betas: fasciculations and dirtysdead
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As the ground shakes Adam reaches for Kris. But the crack is getting bigger and bigger, and things they’ve only seen on the news are spilling out at their feet. Kris’s eyes are widened with fright and Adam can’t reach him. The air is filled, suddenly, with loud shouts of what seems to be victory.
They’re free and they are telling the world.
Then shouts of terror, shouts of pain, take over. Adam looks around and he can see people running from their houses as the ground continues to split and more black smoke seeps out of the cracks. It’s terrifying but he keeps reaching, hoping that he won’t lose Kris because he just-he can’t. Kris is shouting something yet Adam can’t hear it over the craziness that’s going on around them.
Another shake and he’s tumbling backwards, hitting the ground too hard. He rolls away from a tendril of black smoke hovering above him just in time. It bypasses him and flies through the crumpling security gate. More of it keeps coming, flying past his head and into the neighborhood where people continue to scream and run. Running is no use, though.
“Adam!” Adam finds Kris standing on the remaining doorstep holding onto what’s left of the doorframe. “Come on, we can get inside!”
Adam pushes himself to his feet, staring at the gap in the ground warily. He can’t make that. So instead he sends Kris a look, a silent “I’ll find you, go.” There’s a shake more violent than the first and all that followed, and sends Adam sprawling back to the ground. Then three wisps of smoke are pressing all around him and one of them wraps around his throat, cutting off his air supply. He struggles but he can’t get away. He’s being lifted into the air in a matter of seconds and for a moment, as he’s being dragged away to who knows where, he gets a glimpse of everything he’s leaving behind.
Adam’s house, his big gorgeous house, is falling to pieces where it’s split down the middle. He can see inside, the foyer he thinks, and the tons of picture frames along the walls; they’re hitting the floor and breaking. Everything’s falling to pieces, turning into nothing but rubble and dust clouds. He’s getting farther and farther away but he can still make out Kris, standing there holding onto the doorframe like his life depends on it-and really it does-and he’s scared. Adam can see the fear even from this far away; all the way up in the sky and across the street.
Kris is calling his name. Adam can barely make it out over the horrible noises down below but just like everything else that is Kris, Adam is attuned to his voice. He could hear that voice anywhere, anytime, whether it is over the phone or in a crowded room. It hurts to breathe now, to try and gasp in air. He keeps his eyes on Kris though.
And then, Kris is gone and Adam is seeing nothing.
***
Eventually the ground stops shaking. For a moment everything is silent and it’s as if nothing happened. But the rubble and dead bodies Kris can see betray that. He pokes his head out of his hiding spot farther and sees none of the black smoke and no more people with black eyes walking around. He thinks its safe enough so he crawls out, his legs aching from being in a cramped space for so long. He dusts his pants off though it doesn’t do much good.
Kris pushes away the nausea as he makes his way through the rubble and to the house. Most of it is in pieces, ruined and broken, but what is left is barely holding on. The urge to cry is pretty great right now. He won’t until he finds Adam and they can get out of this mess. He looks around once more before taking off for the house. How he ended up so far away is beyond him. He barely remembers running, barely remembers his feet moving after he saw Adam taken away from him.
It seems to take forever to get to the space where the front door used to be. Kris, panting in the intense heat of the day, finally finds a way inside the destroyed house. He steps around all the ceiling plaster and the broken picture frames. The stairs are no more so he opts out of getting upstairs. “Adam!” he yells, hoping that maybe Adam found his way back while Kris was hiding. But he knows Adam isn’t there. The chances of Adam even being alive are slim, he knows that, and he can’t believe it.
Adam is a fighter, has been all his life, so Kris isn’t going to give up on him. Kris finds the kitchen door to his left and hurries through. The sink and the dishwasher both are leaking water, the refrigerator is cracked all over, the island in the middle of the room is covered in dust and ceiling tiles. He can barely make out the morning paper still open where he’d left it this morning and then Adam had come in and distracted him with the promise of sex and then coffee. The coffee mug he had been given is still sitting next to the sink, waiting to be washed.
Everything is left as if nothing had happened.
Kris wants to believe that nothing has happened. He shakes the thought from his head; what’s the use of making himself believe it’s all a fluke? He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment then he’s running back the way he came. He can’t see the rest of the house. He can’t put himself through that. He has to find Adam.
Outside he nearly burns up from the heat so he strips his blazer off and tosses it aside. While he runs, Kris yanks out his cell phone, sees there’s no service at all, and angrily shoves it back in his pocket. There are still a few people left alive and they’re shouting for help. He ignores them and keeps running, until a little girl no older than eight trips over a crack in the ground only a couple of feet in front of him. He stops; breathing labored, and watches her pick herself back up.
She starts shouting for her mommy and for her daddy while clutching a teddy bear to her chest. She turns her head, stares at Kris with big teary eyes. Kris can see they’re a deep brown, a lot like Lily’s. “Where’s my mommy and daddy?” she whimpers. Kris shakes his head and she starts to cry. Big, fat tears roll through the dirt on her cheeks and she buries her face into her teddy bear.
“I…I-I can’t, I’m sorry.”
So he turns his head and runs the opposite direction.
*
Kris jumps, startled awake from another nightmare. It’s his fifth one since they found themselves alone in what used to be the outskirts of Los Angeles. He rubs at his eyes. The contacts he’s forgotten about for a few hours now are dry and itchy but he hasn’t had his glasses for over a week now.
“What’s wrong?” Adam whispers into the dark. An arm wraps around Kris’s waist and Adam is tugging until they’re flush together in the middle of the bed. Kris thought that a bed would help him sleep better but so far Adam is the only one that has slept better tonight.
“Another nightmare,” Kris whispers back. He turns until he’s facing Adam, Adam’s arm still around his waist protectively.
“About what?”
Kris shakes his head. Adam knows what. He’s told Adam about the nightmare every time it’s happened. This time, though, he can’t bring himself to repeat it. So he settles for pushing forward and pressing their lips together, a silent plea to be quiet and not bring the issue up again. Adam sighs into the kiss. It gets a little rough and desperate, and Kris finds himself underneath Adam soon enough. He’s missed this quiet intimacy the past few days.
Kris breaks away gasping for air. “We can’t.” But Adam is nothing if not persistent. While Kris tells him why they can’t go any farther, Adam trails kisses along soft skin, keeps going down until his lips are at Kris’s collarbone where he sucks a mark that is already blossoming red. “Adam, stop.” Kris tugs at Adam’s hair; it’s still soft from the shower that they both found out doesn’t work very well, but it feels nice.
Adam groans out his protest but stops. “Sorry.” He presses one last kiss into the hollow of Kris’s throat then settles back down beside him. Kris sighs and throws an arm over his eyes. “Have you slept much tonight?” Adam asks. He traces patterns into Kris’s side softly. Kris squirms in a feeble attempt to get away.
“Not really, no,” he answers as he scoots down under the blankets until there’s nothing but his eyes and above poking out. He plasters himself to Adam’s side for comfort and warmth, lets Adam pet his mussed up hair until he’s drowsy. He can’t see much in the darkness but he knows Adam is probably smiling and staring at the ceiling. He’s done it before back when Kris came home from his first tour and was so tired but couldn’t go to sleep. Just the comfort of being so close and the soothing sensation of Adam playing with his hair had Kris asleep in minutes.
“Relax while we have the chance to. By morning time it’ll be hot and sticky again, the air conditioner in this place probably doesn’t work, Dean will be bitching at me again, Sam will be moping around, an-Kris?”
Kris is fast asleep.
Chapter Title: Broken Pieces
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Summary: "Kris jumps, startled away from another nightmare."
Warnings: some dark elements, some angst, set in august/september 2011
Author's Notes: thank you for the feedback. much appreciation.
Betas: fasciculations and dirtysdead
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As the ground shakes Adam reaches for Kris. But the crack is getting bigger and bigger, and things they’ve only seen on the news are spilling out at their feet. Kris’s eyes are widened with fright and Adam can’t reach him. The air is filled, suddenly, with loud shouts of what seems to be victory.
They’re free and they are telling the world.
Then shouts of terror, shouts of pain, take over. Adam looks around and he can see people running from their houses as the ground continues to split and more black smoke seeps out of the cracks. It’s terrifying but he keeps reaching, hoping that he won’t lose Kris because he just-he can’t. Kris is shouting something yet Adam can’t hear it over the craziness that’s going on around them.
Another shake and he’s tumbling backwards, hitting the ground too hard. He rolls away from a tendril of black smoke hovering above him just in time. It bypasses him and flies through the crumpling security gate. More of it keeps coming, flying past his head and into the neighborhood where people continue to scream and run. Running is no use, though.
“Adam!” Adam finds Kris standing on the remaining doorstep holding onto what’s left of the doorframe. “Come on, we can get inside!”
Adam pushes himself to his feet, staring at the gap in the ground warily. He can’t make that. So instead he sends Kris a look, a silent “I’ll find you, go.” There’s a shake more violent than the first and all that followed, and sends Adam sprawling back to the ground. Then three wisps of smoke are pressing all around him and one of them wraps around his throat, cutting off his air supply. He struggles but he can’t get away. He’s being lifted into the air in a matter of seconds and for a moment, as he’s being dragged away to who knows where, he gets a glimpse of everything he’s leaving behind.
Adam’s house, his big gorgeous house, is falling to pieces where it’s split down the middle. He can see inside, the foyer he thinks, and the tons of picture frames along the walls; they’re hitting the floor and breaking. Everything’s falling to pieces, turning into nothing but rubble and dust clouds. He’s getting farther and farther away but he can still make out Kris, standing there holding onto the doorframe like his life depends on it-and really it does-and he’s scared. Adam can see the fear even from this far away; all the way up in the sky and across the street.
Kris is calling his name. Adam can barely make it out over the horrible noises down below but just like everything else that is Kris, Adam is attuned to his voice. He could hear that voice anywhere, anytime, whether it is over the phone or in a crowded room. It hurts to breathe now, to try and gasp in air. He keeps his eyes on Kris though.
And then, Kris is gone and Adam is seeing nothing.
***
Eventually the ground stops shaking. For a moment everything is silent and it’s as if nothing happened. But the rubble and dead bodies Kris can see betray that. He pokes his head out of his hiding spot farther and sees none of the black smoke and no more people with black eyes walking around. He thinks its safe enough so he crawls out, his legs aching from being in a cramped space for so long. He dusts his pants off though it doesn’t do much good.
Kris pushes away the nausea as he makes his way through the rubble and to the house. Most of it is in pieces, ruined and broken, but what is left is barely holding on. The urge to cry is pretty great right now. He won’t until he finds Adam and they can get out of this mess. He looks around once more before taking off for the house. How he ended up so far away is beyond him. He barely remembers running, barely remembers his feet moving after he saw Adam taken away from him.
It seems to take forever to get to the space where the front door used to be. Kris, panting in the intense heat of the day, finally finds a way inside the destroyed house. He steps around all the ceiling plaster and the broken picture frames. The stairs are no more so he opts out of getting upstairs. “Adam!” he yells, hoping that maybe Adam found his way back while Kris was hiding. But he knows Adam isn’t there. The chances of Adam even being alive are slim, he knows that, and he can’t believe it.
Adam is a fighter, has been all his life, so Kris isn’t going to give up on him. Kris finds the kitchen door to his left and hurries through. The sink and the dishwasher both are leaking water, the refrigerator is cracked all over, the island in the middle of the room is covered in dust and ceiling tiles. He can barely make out the morning paper still open where he’d left it this morning and then Adam had come in and distracted him with the promise of sex and then coffee. The coffee mug he had been given is still sitting next to the sink, waiting to be washed.
Everything is left as if nothing had happened.
Kris wants to believe that nothing has happened. He shakes the thought from his head; what’s the use of making himself believe it’s all a fluke? He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment then he’s running back the way he came. He can’t see the rest of the house. He can’t put himself through that. He has to find Adam.
Outside he nearly burns up from the heat so he strips his blazer off and tosses it aside. While he runs, Kris yanks out his cell phone, sees there’s no service at all, and angrily shoves it back in his pocket. There are still a few people left alive and they’re shouting for help. He ignores them and keeps running, until a little girl no older than eight trips over a crack in the ground only a couple of feet in front of him. He stops; breathing labored, and watches her pick herself back up.
She starts shouting for her mommy and for her daddy while clutching a teddy bear to her chest. She turns her head, stares at Kris with big teary eyes. Kris can see they’re a deep brown, a lot like Lily’s. “Where’s my mommy and daddy?” she whimpers. Kris shakes his head and she starts to cry. Big, fat tears roll through the dirt on her cheeks and she buries her face into her teddy bear.
“I…I-I can’t, I’m sorry.”
So he turns his head and runs the opposite direction.
*
Kris jumps, startled awake from another nightmare. It’s his fifth one since they found themselves alone in what used to be the outskirts of Los Angeles. He rubs at his eyes. The contacts he’s forgotten about for a few hours now are dry and itchy but he hasn’t had his glasses for over a week now.
“What’s wrong?” Adam whispers into the dark. An arm wraps around Kris’s waist and Adam is tugging until they’re flush together in the middle of the bed. Kris thought that a bed would help him sleep better but so far Adam is the only one that has slept better tonight.
“Another nightmare,” Kris whispers back. He turns until he’s facing Adam, Adam’s arm still around his waist protectively.
“About what?”
Kris shakes his head. Adam knows what. He’s told Adam about the nightmare every time it’s happened. This time, though, he can’t bring himself to repeat it. So he settles for pushing forward and pressing their lips together, a silent plea to be quiet and not bring the issue up again. Adam sighs into the kiss. It gets a little rough and desperate, and Kris finds himself underneath Adam soon enough. He’s missed this quiet intimacy the past few days.
Kris breaks away gasping for air. “We can’t.” But Adam is nothing if not persistent. While Kris tells him why they can’t go any farther, Adam trails kisses along soft skin, keeps going down until his lips are at Kris’s collarbone where he sucks a mark that is already blossoming red. “Adam, stop.” Kris tugs at Adam’s hair; it’s still soft from the shower that they both found out doesn’t work very well, but it feels nice.
Adam groans out his protest but stops. “Sorry.” He presses one last kiss into the hollow of Kris’s throat then settles back down beside him. Kris sighs and throws an arm over his eyes. “Have you slept much tonight?” Adam asks. He traces patterns into Kris’s side softly. Kris squirms in a feeble attempt to get away.
“Not really, no,” he answers as he scoots down under the blankets until there’s nothing but his eyes and above poking out. He plasters himself to Adam’s side for comfort and warmth, lets Adam pet his mussed up hair until he’s drowsy. He can’t see much in the darkness but he knows Adam is probably smiling and staring at the ceiling. He’s done it before back when Kris came home from his first tour and was so tired but couldn’t go to sleep. Just the comfort of being so close and the soothing sensation of Adam playing with his hair had Kris asleep in minutes.
“Relax while we have the chance to. By morning time it’ll be hot and sticky again, the air conditioner in this place probably doesn’t work, Dean will be bitching at me again, Sam will be moping around, an-Kris?”
Kris is fast asleep.