The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 12
The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 12
By: we_dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 5,064
Status: WIP
Warnings: AU - This story will varry from canon. And the timeline is NOT the same. Angsty chapter
Disclaimer: It's not true...it didn't happen and Adam and Tommy belong to themselves. This is fiction. (Or so they want us to believe)
Summary: Adam has just stepped off of the American Idol tour and into the exhausting life of a rock star. It's everything he's always wanted but something is missing. Tommy has dreams; dreams that don't include living the ordinary, boring life laid out for him. But when you're a Pixie, what other choice do you have? They come from different worlds, but when they touch, the magic is undeniable.
Chapter 12
"She's not here; it's just that fucking goblin again." Tommy whispered to Jon as they scanned the Hall of Knowledge from one of the catwalks above the main floor.
"Maybe we should just ask this time? See if she works different hours or see if we can leave a message?" Jon suggested.
Tommy nodded in agreement and they fluttered down to the ground floor.
"Excuse me?" Tommy said, coming up behind the goblin, praying he didn't recognize them.
The goblin turned and cleared his throat before answering. "Yes? What can I do for you?"
"We're looking for another librarian who works here. An elvin girl, silver hair with pretty eyes?" Tommy said.
The goblin shook his head and frowned. "No, sorry boys," he said, voice gruff and low. She quit recently. I ahhh...I couldn’t say where she went but..." he shrugged and levitated a tall stack of books up into the shelves. "Sorry I couldn't be more help," he said and shuffled down the isle.
Tommy frowned and watched him go. Something seemed off and the goblin was emanating waves of nervous energy. Just before Tommy was about to turn to Jon, something bright and silver caught his eye. He turned back in time to see a shock of silver hair fall down the goblin's back just before he disappeared around the corner.
"Shit...that's her!" Tommy hissed and grabbed Jon's arm. They raced down the isle and around the corner, only to find and empty dead end.
"What the fuck?" Jon whispered. "Where did she go?" He stalked down the isle, touching the books and looking for escape routes, exclaiming gleefully as he cast a revelation spell and a fake book shelf dissolved.
Tommy whooped and pushed Jon into the stone passage way. A door slid shut behind them as they flew down the dimly lit hall. It smelled of moss and a limestone, deep and ancient earth. The walls glistened and Tommy realized that they were actually lighting their way with an incandescent glow that dimmed as they passed.
They burst into a chamber, wide and luxurious, filled to bursting with books and scrolls. A large table filled the center and was surrounded by many wooden chairs of different sizes and shapes, each of them polished and gleaming, their seats padded and adorned with purple velvet.
Tommy looked around and spotted the elvin librarian as she tried to escape through another door.
"Stop, please!" Tommy cried, voice breaking in desperation. "If you didn't want to help then why did you give us the spell book in the first place?"
The librarian stopped in her tracks. Sighing, she turned to face them, frustration in her eyes. "I did...do want to help. But, I could be let go. And I love the library so...despite some rather annoying restrictions," the elf said, the last of her goblin disguise falling away.
"Why?" Jon asked, "We're not doing anything that is forbidden. There’s no law against what Tommy seeks."
The elf sighed again and sat daintily on one of the velvet padded chairs. "But do you not think it strange that without my help you found nothing? No mention, no book, no law?"
Tommy frowned, confused. "What are you saying?" he asked softly, perching on the edge of the enormous table.
"The King, he is very kind and wise, but a long time ago the rulers of the fae lobbied that all mention of spells enabling the caster to permanently turn into another species be hidden away and slowly removed from public's collective folklore. The King allowed it to happen but did not wish to draw attention to the spell at all for fear there would be backlash or worse - a rash of people using the spell. And so the public libraries, The Hall of Knowledge, the great tomes that contained this knowledge were slowly withdrawn and removed. And now the spell is but a fairy tale," she explained sadly. "We, the caretakers of knowledge, are the only creatures privy to their location."
"But you gave me the spell book," Tommy said.
She smiled, her face sad and full of compassion. "I had to. I could feel your love for this human radiating from you. I had to help."
Tommy could feel her conflicted emotions, fear, caring, and rebellion. She loved what she did but it clearly bothered her to see knowledge held back from the people. He decided to press her just a little.
"We found a spell but it was temporary. I need to find a spell that will change me...permanently. You’ve got to help me," Tommy pleaded.
The elf sat in quiet contemplation, looking into Tommy's eyes. "What's your name, honey?" she asked softly.
"Tommy," he answered. "What's yours?"
"Feather," she said after a moment’s hesitation. "The book, do you have it with you?” she whispered, glancing around to make sure they were still alone.
Tommy nodded and grabbed for his bag. Quickly, he found the spell book and laid it on the table. His heart beating wildly in his chest, Tommy looked at Feather, raising his eyebrows in expectation.
“And you're sure? You’re sure this is what you want?"
Tommy gulped and nodded. "More than anything.”
Feather smiled and reached out to Tommy. “Do you recall how you unlocked the first spell?”
Tommy took her finger and nodded. “I said that I love him,” he said, jumping when the spell book burst open, pages flipping this way and than until they parted, revealing the first spell.
Tommy glanced at the page and, seeing nothing had changed, looked back at Feather. “Now what?”
“Tell me about your love,” she said softly.
Tommy frowned a moment, impatient but trying to keep it together. “His name is Adam," he said reverently. "And I love him. He is…” Tommy paused, calling to mind Adam’s face, his touch. “He is beautiful, he is love and light. His energy flows through me and fills me. He is music and together…” Tommy looked into Feather’s eyes to see that she was crying. “Together our music is harmony.” He closed his eyes and smiled, speaking from his heart, Tommy felt the magic in the words as he spoke them “For him, I would give my life."
Suddenly the air in the room changed, a light breeze swirled around them to center above the spell book. It sizzled and popped with electricity before sinking into the yellowed pages of the spell book. For a moment, there was silence and Tommy glanced around.
“Look,” Jon whispered and Tommy looked down and stared in awe as words began to appear on the page, seemingly written by a fiery pen, singed onto the page. For a moment, the words sparked and then turned into the same black script as the rest of the page.
"To lie with your love but a fleeting moment, four and twenty hours - the blissful kiss of humanity. But woe to ye who drinketh it twice, for death shall become a certainty." Tommy read aloud.
"Bittersweet mortality, love's sacrifice. One lifetime for your eternity. Drink up - another draught. But there be no going back, my friend. Leave behind all doubt."
Tommy read the words carefully several times. "You drink it again," he whispered. "That's it, isn't it?" He looked up into Feather's eyes, hands shaking. "You drink it again and that's it? You're human? Fucking hell...all that for drink it twice?"
Feather smiled and gently touched Tommy's hand. "Indeed," she said, nodding. "It seems it was as simple as that."
"What's with the lame riddles anyway?" Jon asked. "Pixie spells are nice and straightforward, none of this rhyming bullshit."
Feather laughed and shook her head. "The ancient elves enjoyed riddles and poems. Their spell books are filled with them." She looked back to Tommy and smiled. "So now that you have what you've sought, what will you do?" she asked softly.
A grin slowly overtook Tommy's face as reality dawned.
I have the spell...I can go to Adam.
"I need...I need to speak with my parents," he said looking at Jon.
Jon grinned back. "Then let's go, man. Let's make you a human."
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He was laughing. He hadn't done that in awhile. Adam accepted another drink and leaned back onto his friend Danielle's couch where they'd collapsed after dancing to a new CD she’d bought.
Feels good to laugh.
Adam sighed and leaned his head on Danielle's shoulder. She was making margaritas, not usually his thing but they were sweet and cool and had him feeling light and happy for the first time since...
Adam skittered away from the memory, determined to hold on to his high.
"What's wrong, Addy?" Danielle asked, sipping her drink. "You've been so disconnected lately."
Adam sighed. "Just boys, baby. I don't wanna talk about it, okay?"
Danielle nodded and changed the subject, reminding Adam why he loved her so much. He played with her long, wavy hair as they talked, got caught up. American Idol, the tour and getting to record his own album had been amazing but he'd missed nights like that, just friends talking and gossiping. He missed being normal sometimes.
"So, what's next, rock star?" Danielle asked.
Adam smiled. "I managed to snag most of the weekend off but then after this weekend it's going to be full steam ahead. I've got band and dancer auditions, a video...and oh, did I mention I'm performing on the AMAs and my album will be released at the end of next month?"
Danielle laughed. "You may have mentioned that in passing," she said and rubbed Adam's head. "I'm proud of you, baby, you know that?"
Adam shrugged and smiled. "It's a dream come true."
Danielle pressed her lips together and sighed. Adam could tell that she wanted to ask something but she smiled instead and asked what he planned to wear to the AMAs.
When Adam left, he felt better than he had in a long time - almost normal. Danielle was one of his best friends, had been forever. And she never failed to make him feel like himself. She helped to keep him grounded.
He pulled into his drive, singing under his breath, a Christina Aguilera song that had been in his head since that afternoon. As he walked into his kitchen from the garage, Adam noticed that he'd left the lights on and chided himself for forgetting to turn them off. It was a bad habit he'd had from childhood.
Reaching into the refrigerator, Adam pulled out a water and contemplated a snack before wrinkling his nose and deciding against it. He'd been a little too free with the splurging lately.
Adam sat down at the kitchen table and sighed, the busy day finally catching up with him. Closing his eyes, Adam touched the memory he held at bay almost constantly - Tommy. But as soon as the name came to mind Adam's eyes snapped open. Something felt different.
He frowned and looked around; nothing seemed out of place. But he opened his mind and listened, waiting for the little chill that had raced up his spine - awareness, an energy whose absence he had been mourning.
Could it be?
Adam prowled the house, quickly checking every room but finding them all empty. With a flash of excitement he ran out onto the patio, searching the shadows. But they were empty too. Adam sighed, looking around his darkened garden. "I can feel you," he called into the night. "I wish that you would show yourself...or better yet come back. Tommy, I just can't do this anymore. I...I love you." Adam sat down by the pond and watched the fish swim contentedly. "And I know that you love me too."
Minutes ticked by. Adam could feel him, but still Tommy didn't appear. Sighing, Adam rose and took one last look around the garden. "Come home, Tommy, please," he pleaded.
Reluctantly, Adam went inside, leaving a small, pixie sized gap in the doors behind him. He walked through the darkened living room, headed for the kitchen, deciding to have some ice cream after all. But a small noise made him stop in his tracks. Another moment and he heard it again, a soft rush of breath. Adam’s heart raced as his eyes scanned the room. He walked around to the front of the sofa and came to a halt when the velvety mound of blanket he usually kept on the couch moved.
He heard the sound again and his mouth went dry. Desperate, afraid to move, Adam stared at the blanket.
It could be Brad…just Brad waiting for me to get home.
He inched forward, afraid to believe. But inside, he knew.
Gently, he perched on the side of the couch and reached with shaking hands for the edge of the blanket. When he saw the soft strands of two toned hair a second before Tommy’s angelic, sleeping face, Adam swallowed the sob that welled up in his chest.
He reached to touch Tommy’s face and gently stroked his cheek. Human, Tommy was human. Adam couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. He had a million questions and his heart was racing so fast Adam was certain it would burst from his chest. He longed to wake him but in the light that spilled from the kitchen, Adam could see the dark smudges beneath Tommy’s lashes. He looked exhausted.
So instead, he watched Tommy sleep, softly stroking his cheek, his hair. Tommy sighed into Adam’s touch and smiled a little before drifting deeper. Adam couldn’t stop touching him; he couldn’t take his eyes away, so afraid that he would wake from the dream.
Adam wondered and worried. He stared with awe and wonder at the beautiful man on his couch, tiny even in his human form. He was simply amazed and so thankful that Tommy had returned to him.
With their fingers twined, Adam sat on the floor and landed against the couch. Jumping, he fought sleep until sometime in the wee hours of the morning he lost the battle and laid his head down next to Tommy's
It was still dark when something woke him. Adam lifted his head to find Tommy awake and staring at him, a soft expression lighting his face. Adam couldn’t speak; he just smiled back and crawled onto the couch where Tommy welcomed him into the warm cocoon of the blanket. Adam pulled him close and breathed him in. Trembling, Adam kissed him, soft at first with a tender fear that made Tommy touch his face, eyes wide as their gazes met.
Only one question burned on Adam’s lips but he was afraid to ask it. Tommy kissed him, hard and sure, and the words burst between nips and needy little sucks.
“How long?”
Tommy pushed his tongue inside and Adam sucked, moaning as warm, rolling desire spread through his body.
“How long, Tommy?” he asked.
A whisper and a breath, Tommy’s mouth was pressed against his as he answered. “A lifetime…if you’ll have me.”
Desire made way for joy as Adam grinned; kissing Tommy with little pecks and laps of his tongue. But the reality of what Tommy had said sank in and he pushed Tommy’s hair from his face to look into his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “What does this,” Adam gestured to Tommy’s body, “mean for you?”
“I’m a real boy,” Tommy whispered with a little laugh, caressing Adam’s face, dropping kisses along his cheek bone and nose. “I will age with you. I will die with you.”
Adam frowned and shook his head. “Tommy, you gave up your immortality?”
“It was mine to give.” Tommy looked into Adam’s eyes, stoic suddenly, searching. “Don’t you want me?” His voice was so vulnerable, his face so open that Adam felt as though he’d been struck.
He met Tommy’s gaze and cupped his face. “I want you for this lifetime; the next lifetime…I would have you for eternity if I could. You humble me with this gift I can never repay.”
Tommy smiled, hands covering Adam’s. “But gifts aren’t meant to be paid back, Adam. Gifts are made to receive.”
Adam didn’t know what to say. The enormity of Tommy’s sacrifice was startling. But Tommy just smiled and pressed his lips to Adam’s. “Take your gift, Adam,” Tommy whispered, hands on his waist, fingers warm on Adam’s skin. “Take your gift and love me.”
Adam breathed out, breathed him in. He bent his head to taste him, his lips and the salty warm haven of his neck. Tommy was dressed in one of Adam’s t-shirts and a pair of sleep pants that were entirely too large. Adam smiled and slipped a finger between heated skin and the worn, faded cotton. He tugged them down just a little, rubbing his thumb into the hollow of Tommy’s hip.
“I love you,” Adam whispered against Tommy’s lips and sighed when they opened, taking his tongue. Adam closed his eyes and savored his kiss, so sweet and hungry. Tommy rolled his hips impatiently, flicking his tongue along Adam’s as he reached down to wiggle out of the pants.
“You,” Tommy barely managed. “Clothes.”
Adam laughed and struggled out of his own clothes; a silly fluttering in his stomach rising up and making his skin tingle with excitement. All of the worry, all of the stress was suddenly gone. And in its wake, was an overwhelming feeling of freedom.
Finally naked, Adam pressed Tommy back into the couch, fingers skimming the soft, warm skin of his stomach. He could still see the mark on Tommy’s chest where he’d cut himself coming in the window and kissed the pink and puckered flesh.
“I wouldn’t let Jon completely heal me,” Tommy said, threading his fingers in Adam’s hair. “I just…I just couldn’t.”
Adam swallowed the lump that rose in his throat and carefully kissed around the wound. “I slept with your shirt,” he admitted quietly. “It smelled like you.”
Tommy’s hand stilled and he pressed a kiss to Adam’s head. “I’m so sorry, Adam,” he said, voice breaking.
But Adam silenced him with a kiss. “Don’t,” was all he said before taking Tommy’s mouth again, this time hard and dirty. Tommy moaned and rolled them so that Adam was on top and between his open thighs. Adam rocked his hips, delighting in the sweet slide of their hard flesh and the heat of his cock pressed with Tommy’s.
“Need you,” Tommy panted, gripping Adam’s ass and pulling him down hard against him. All Adam could do was nod as he kissed a wet trail down Tommy’s neck, sucking marks, dimly aware of Tommy pressing a foil packet into his hand.
Adam opened him slowly with his fingers and tongue. Licking his lips, Adam watched as Tommy writhed, wet with spit, stretched open and begging. Adam rubbed his thumb around Tommy's entrance and then pushed inside just enough to make Tommy moan.
Adam's cock throbbed as he rolled the condom down his shaft and slicked himself with lube. Impatient, Tommy reached for him, grasped him gently and guided him inside. Overwhelmed, Adam buried his face in Tommy's neck.
"I love you," he whispered, thrusting deep and finally finding peace.
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Tommy closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around Adam's body, drawing him deeper. He couldn't seem to get close enough. He could feel Adam all around him, his body, his energy, and Tommy rejoiced in the fact that he hadn't lost that knowledge.
He twined his fingers in Adam's hair and pushed so that they were face to face. Adam's mouth was open and wet against his own.
"Adam," he breathed into their kiss, urging Adam on with desperate thrusts of his hips. "Take me."
But Adam slowed, pulling out so that just the head of his cock remained inside. He swallowed Tommy's impatient moans with a kiss and pumped his hips ever so slightly. It was maddening, the need to filled, and Tommy groaned, digging in his heels to gain some leverage. But Adam just dropped wet little kisses on his neck and slowed down even more.
"I want to savor you," Adam whispered into his skin, hand large and warm on Tommy's hip. "Slow down, baby, let me love you."
Tommy breathed and nodded, trying to focus on Adam's hands and the texture of his skin instead of the painful throb of his cock. He shuddered as Adam slowly filled him, heels locking high on Adam's back.
When Adam pulled out again it was so slow and with such agonizing pleasure that Tommy whined and dug his fingers into Adam's back.
"I know, baby," Adam said, slowly sliding in again, his balls pressed against Tommy's ass. "I'll give you what you need."
Tommy was floating, high on needy anticipation and the exquisite drag of Adam's thick cock. Adam held Tommy's legs up and open, eyes roaming Tommy's body.
"Look at you," he growled. "So hard and flushed." Adam dipped a finger into the pool of pre-come of Tommy's belly and pressed it to Tommy’s lips.
"Delicious," Adam whispered as Tommy took his finger between his lips and sucked it, tongue flicking the tip.
Tommy smiled and returned the favor, watching breathless as Adam sucked his finger, eyes closed, lips full and pink from their kisses.
"You're so beautiful," Tommy said, caressing Adam's stomach and chest. He ran a thumb across Adam's nipple, biting his lip as he watched it harden. He pinched one and then the other, soothing the pain with gentle caresses until Adam thrust his hips sharply, making Tommy cry out.
Adam's eyes were dark with lust and when their eyes met and Tommy breathed out. Adam thrust again, harder, faster. "Look at me," he gasped, thrusting again, touching his forehead to Tommy's.
Tommy looked into his eyes. "Adam," he whispered and groaned when Adam snapped his hips and thrust deeply. There was a moment when Tommy thought maybe he would pass out with desire before Adam finally let go and fucked him.
Hard, deep and fast, Adam pounded into his ass. Tommy clung to him, body taut and wracked with desperate moans, begging for more. Adam pushed him to the precipice, holding him there until finally, slick with sweat, their names pressed in kisses between them, they jumped, flying together in ecstasy.
Slowly, Tommy came back to himself. He was moaning, thighs spread open as Adam licked the come from his belly and cock. He looked down and felt the throbbing waves of the little aftershocks. Tommy shuddered and moaned as he pulled Adam into his arms, pressing kisses to his lips and forehead.
He sucked Adam's lips, tasting himself, moaning. He could feel their energy combining, Adam's bright white with his own sunny yellow. Through heavy eyes Tommy could see it surround them, glowing lavender and sparkling in the shaft of sunlight that had just broken through the French doors.
Tommy grinned and held Adam tighter, rolling so that they lay twined together, face to face. "I love you," he said, overwhelmed with joy and contentment.
"I love you too, baby. So...so much," Adam murmured into his neck, sleepy and sated. Tommy stroked his hair, felt Adam's breathing slow down and his body relax. Just when Tommy thought he'd fallen asleep, Adam jumped and looked up into his eyes. He looked sad and confused for a just a second before breaking out in a grin and laying his head back down beside Tommy's
"Wasn't a dream," he murmured happily before drifting off to sleep.
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Shifting restlessly, Adam groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. The afternoon sun was shining into the living room, turning their warm little cocoon into a sweltering cauldron. He opened his eyes to find Tommy there, sleeping peacefully, huddled against him.
Adam smiled and pressed a kiss to Tommy's forehead before he slowly wiggled his way off of the couch. He drew the blinds across the door, deciding to let Tommy sleep while he showered. They had so much to talk about. But he wanted to let him sleep a long as he needed.
Adam busied himself with getting showered and ready, taking his time with his hair and make up. He hummed contentedly and made faces in the mirror, laughing at himself.
He was three outfits into a trying to decide what to wear when Brad called.
"You sound chipper this morning," Brad chimed, when Adam answered.
"You would be too if you knew who was sleeping on my couch right now," Adam said.
"Oh honey, tell me you aren't bringing home strays. You're a rock star now. You can't just..."
Adam laughed, imagining Brad gearing up for a lecture. "It's Tommy."
Adam had to hold the phone away from his ear when Brad squealed with delight. "He finally came back? After what happened, I wasn't sure he would and he did and oh my God, did he tell you..."
"After what happened?" Adam asked, frowning.
"Didn't he tell you?" Brad asked, confused.
"We...um...didn't exactly do much talking," Adam said with a smile.
"Well what else could you be doing with a pixie?"
"He's not a pixie, Brad. He's human! He found the spell...and now he's human." Adam was beaming and he felt the same roller coaster of emotion he'd felt the night before when Tommy had told him.
“Adam, that is one determined man you've got there. He must have found another way," Brad said, sounding proud.
Adam sat on the edge of his bed. "What are you talking about?"
Brad was silent a moment before sighing. "Okay...I may have at some point...maybe...have tromped into the woods demanding to see Tommy."
"You what?" Adam laughed, envisioning Brad walking into the woods and yelling Tommy's name. But then he thought a moment and frowned. "Did you...did you see him?"
"His friend Jon scared the shit out of me and took me to Mia Tyler's house," Brad said as if that explained everything.
"Mia Tyler? As in…Steven Tyler’s daughter? Honey, I'm gonna need more information than that," Adam said.
Brad sighed and finally explained. Adam listened, his heart breaking when he heard that Tommy’s own parents had betrayed him.
"The last I saw of him, he was flying off to confront his parents," Brad said sadly.
Adam sighed. He needed to see Tommy, needed to hold him. He stood up, suddenly agitated. His chest was heavy and he felt sick and strangely angry.
"Brad I need to go. Thanks for telling me. I just... I need to talk to Tommy."
Brad started to speak but was cut off sharply when Adam heard Tommy scream.
In a red haze, Adam ran, the phone still clenched in his hand, seemingly moving as though he flew. He could hear Brad yelling, the sound of his own feet as they landed on each stair. But the silence from the living room was deafening.
Adam gasped as he rounded the corner, expecting to find some grizzly scene from one of the horror movies that Tommy loved so much. But instead the room was empty.
The blanket was thrown across the room and the French doors stood open. Of Tommy there was no sign. Adam stood frozen, looking at the tiny details, waiting for something to make sense...waiting. But once again he was alone, with no explanations.
"Brad," he whispered into the phone. "I need you." He hung up and tossed the phone to the floor, heading for the back yard.
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Brad was pounding on Adam's door in what felt like three years but was more like the fifteen minutes it took to get there. He was just about ready to give up and scale the wall that bordered Adam's garden when the door flew open.
"What the fuck is going on?" Brad demanded, taking Adam into his arms. "Where's Tommy? Is he okay?"
"They fucking took him." Adam's voice had gone from desperate and anguished to cold and steely. He pulled Brad into the living room and Brad sighed when he saw no blood stains on the couch.
He did however see a familiar face.
"Jon," Brad said, not knowing whether to be relieved or afraid.
"Brad," Jon nodded grimly.
"What the fuck happened?" Brad asked, turning to Adam. "Who took Tommy?"
"My people," Jon said. "The King found out what happened. "There's to be an inquisition."
"An inquisition?" Brad asked?
Adam was gravely silent and so Brad turned back to Jon.
"What he's done is not against the law. But it seems that our leaders have been trying to erase this spell from existence. The King, it seems, has never been in full support of this movement but has allowed it, short of passing laws. The Elders pressed him into taking Tommy.”
Jon flew over to where Adam sat on the couch and perched on the arm. He reached out and Brad watched silently as he touched Adam's hand.
Adam gasped and his eyes welled with tears. "Tommy sends his love," Jon said softly. "And wants me to tell you that he's all right. He'll not be harmed."
"But they might take him away," Adam said and Brad's heart broke when Adam looked into his eyes.
Jon was silent a moment before shrugging. "No one is sure whether the King can undo what Tommy has done."
Adam pressed his lips together. "I want to be able to speak," he said, looking into Jon's eyes.
"Adam, I..." Jon started but Adam interrupted him.
"I don't care. I want to speak." Adam's voice was resolute and Brad couldn't help but smile. He knew that tone. Adam would not be swayed.
"I want the chance to speak. Tommy is now human after all. He should have a human representative."
Jon started to speak again but Adam just raised his brow, jaw set and clenched. Jon smiled, pouty and mischievous.
"All right," Jon said. "I'll take you both." And he looked at Brad before turning back to Adam. “I’ll see to it that you have your chance to speak."
Brad smiled at Adam, and was heartened by the hopeful gleam in his eyes.
If anyone could charm the King, it would be Adam, Brad thought before turning to Jon.
"When do we go?" he asked.
"Midnight of course," he said, turning to Adam. "Until then, we'll get you ready to face the King."
TBC