Honesty Is Honestly The Hardest Thing - 3/?
Title: Honesty Is Honestly The Hardest Thing
Pairing: Gen....almost definitely going to stay gen...I'll let you know otherwise.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This exists in the same land as the Clangers. Only difference is I wish they were real whereas this....definitely do not wish it was real.
Warning: Violence, swearing, homophobia, and just nastiness.
Summery: One event can change the life of everyone involved. It's an idea that everyone knows but it's not something anyone actually understands until it happens to them.
Part 1, Part 2,
The Fusion pulled into the ally next to the bar Kris had named and Lil jumped out before Katy turned the engine off. The stench of urine, vomit, alcohol and more that hit her as soon as she opened the car door made her stomach turn, but she refused to let it stop her. The sound of a heavy base beat could be clearly heard originating from the bar and Lil couldn’t help but think that any sound made back here would go unheard inside. Katy quickly joined her and they scanned the area for any sign of life but the shadows created by dumpsters, fire escapes and poor lighting restricted their view. The two women moved further into the barely lit street looking frantically for the person they had been sent to find. The sound of something moving up ahead caught the attention of both and grabbing Lil’s arm Katy began pulling her towards the noise.
“Adam?”
“Baby you there?”
They moved past the back entrance to the bar and next to its overflowing dumpster. Coming to the end of the dumpster Lil tentatively looked into the shadow it cast against the wall. Pressed right up to the side of the dumpster, back against the wall, was a figure curled into itself.
His knees were pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tight around them. In one hand was a broken bottle held protectively in front of him like a dagger. The bottle visibly shook as tremors coursed through his body. The darkness hid most of his features but blood and filth could be seen covering his face and torn clothes. A light coming from a window a few stories up illuminated his eyes and his terrified stare was clearly visible.
Hearing them approach he looked sharply at the women, fear radiating from every pore, but neither Lil nor Katy saw any form of recognition. As his eyes landed on her Katy gasped and ran forward towards Adam. She pulled up short as the bottle thrust out wildly.
“Stay away.”
Adam’s voice shook, it was rough and scratchy, but his words were clear. Lil moved next to Katy but neither attempted to move any closer. The last thing they wanted to do was scare him more and it would help no one if he unknowingly hurt either of them.
“Adam baby, it’s us.”
Lil automatically spoke in the voice she used on her children when they were scared. It was soft and gentle but firm and most importantly it was motherly.
“It’s Katy and Lil.”
Katy automatically mirrored Lil’s tone as she spoke. She watched as the fear on Adam’s face was replaced first by confusion, then relief, and then finally shame.
“Katy? Lil?”
“Yes baby we’re here.”
“What are you doing here?”
He was so quiet that the women had to strain to hear him.
“Kris called us.”
A sigh, almost a sob, was forced out of Adam and he lowered the bottle to the ground. Now the danger was removed Katy and Lil both rushed forward and dropped to the ground beside him. From up close they could see more of the damage inflicted on their friend and it took everything Lil had not to vomit then and there. Instead she tried to make sure her face held nothing but concern and love. The smell was overpowering and they both struggled to keep themselves from reacting to it, from acknowledging it.
Katy reached out to brush her hand across Adam’s cheek and he pulled back so quickly and violently that the dumpster jolted slightly. Katy removed the hand immediately and held both in front of her in a pacifying motion.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t…you shouldn’t touch me, I’m filthy.”
Katy blanched at the comment and Lil hoped, prayed, that Adam meant literally; that he was referring to the grime and gunge he was visibly covered in.
“Adam…”
“I really am. I…I wouldn’t want to get you dirty…you should…you should just not touch me okay.”
“Well we don’t mind a bit of dirt do we Katy?”
“No.”
“It’s more than a bit.”
Adam turned his head away from them in shame as he spoke. Lil gently reached out and took his chin in her hand and lifted it back towards them. She made sure she was looking him in the eye when she spoke.
“Doesn’t matter baby, we don’t care.”
“I care.”
Lil removed her hand from Adam’s face, it came away sticky, and looked at Katy for support.
“Oh darlin’, I’m so sorry but we’re going to have to touch you to help you to the car.”
“I don’t want to get your car dirty.”
“You’re more important than the car. I couldn’t care less about the car.”
“Kris will get mad if I get it dirty.”
“Kris won’t give two hoots about the car.”
“He moaned at me for getting crumbs in it the other week.”
“He won’t care, I promise you.”
Adam searched Katy’s gaze for any hint that she was lying. Finding none he gave the smallest of nods.
“I want to go home.”
Adam’s voice was small and vulnerable and close to tears. Lil reached forward and stroked Adam’s hair back off of his face.
“We know baby we know.”
“Come on darlin’, let’s get you home.”
Lil and Katy both took one of Adam’s arms and gently pulled him from the ground. Katy wrapped an arm around Adam’s back to steady him but, unable to cope with the added weight, stumbled. Seeing the struggle Lil quickly moved and wrapped her arm around his other side. Together the three of them, Adam supported on either side, made the slow and painful walk back to the car. ;
Part 4
Pairing: Gen....almost definitely going to stay gen...I'll let you know otherwise.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This exists in the same land as the Clangers. Only difference is I wish they were real whereas this....definitely do not wish it was real.
Warning: Violence, swearing, homophobia, and just nastiness.
Summery: One event can change the life of everyone involved. It's an idea that everyone knows but it's not something anyone actually understands until it happens to them.
Part 1, Part 2,
The Fusion pulled into the ally next to the bar Kris had named and Lil jumped out before Katy turned the engine off. The stench of urine, vomit, alcohol and more that hit her as soon as she opened the car door made her stomach turn, but she refused to let it stop her. The sound of a heavy base beat could be clearly heard originating from the bar and Lil couldn’t help but think that any sound made back here would go unheard inside. Katy quickly joined her and they scanned the area for any sign of life but the shadows created by dumpsters, fire escapes and poor lighting restricted their view. The two women moved further into the barely lit street looking frantically for the person they had been sent to find. The sound of something moving up ahead caught the attention of both and grabbing Lil’s arm Katy began pulling her towards the noise.
“Adam?”
“Baby you there?”
They moved past the back entrance to the bar and next to its overflowing dumpster. Coming to the end of the dumpster Lil tentatively looked into the shadow it cast against the wall. Pressed right up to the side of the dumpster, back against the wall, was a figure curled into itself.
His knees were pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped tight around them. In one hand was a broken bottle held protectively in front of him like a dagger. The bottle visibly shook as tremors coursed through his body. The darkness hid most of his features but blood and filth could be seen covering his face and torn clothes. A light coming from a window a few stories up illuminated his eyes and his terrified stare was clearly visible.
Hearing them approach he looked sharply at the women, fear radiating from every pore, but neither Lil nor Katy saw any form of recognition. As his eyes landed on her Katy gasped and ran forward towards Adam. She pulled up short as the bottle thrust out wildly.
“Stay away.”
Adam’s voice shook, it was rough and scratchy, but his words were clear. Lil moved next to Katy but neither attempted to move any closer. The last thing they wanted to do was scare him more and it would help no one if he unknowingly hurt either of them.
“Adam baby, it’s us.”
Lil automatically spoke in the voice she used on her children when they were scared. It was soft and gentle but firm and most importantly it was motherly.
“It’s Katy and Lil.”
Katy automatically mirrored Lil’s tone as she spoke. She watched as the fear on Adam’s face was replaced first by confusion, then relief, and then finally shame.
“Katy? Lil?”
“Yes baby we’re here.”
“What are you doing here?”
He was so quiet that the women had to strain to hear him.
“Kris called us.”
A sigh, almost a sob, was forced out of Adam and he lowered the bottle to the ground. Now the danger was removed Katy and Lil both rushed forward and dropped to the ground beside him. From up close they could see more of the damage inflicted on their friend and it took everything Lil had not to vomit then and there. Instead she tried to make sure her face held nothing but concern and love. The smell was overpowering and they both struggled to keep themselves from reacting to it, from acknowledging it.
Katy reached out to brush her hand across Adam’s cheek and he pulled back so quickly and violently that the dumpster jolted slightly. Katy removed the hand immediately and held both in front of her in a pacifying motion.
“I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t…you shouldn’t touch me, I’m filthy.”
Katy blanched at the comment and Lil hoped, prayed, that Adam meant literally; that he was referring to the grime and gunge he was visibly covered in.
“Adam…”
“I really am. I…I wouldn’t want to get you dirty…you should…you should just not touch me okay.”
“Well we don’t mind a bit of dirt do we Katy?”
“No.”
“It’s more than a bit.”
Adam turned his head away from them in shame as he spoke. Lil gently reached out and took his chin in her hand and lifted it back towards them. She made sure she was looking him in the eye when she spoke.
“Doesn’t matter baby, we don’t care.”
“I care.”
Lil removed her hand from Adam’s face, it came away sticky, and looked at Katy for support.
“Oh darlin’, I’m so sorry but we’re going to have to touch you to help you to the car.”
“I don’t want to get your car dirty.”
“You’re more important than the car. I couldn’t care less about the car.”
“Kris will get mad if I get it dirty.”
“Kris won’t give two hoots about the car.”
“He moaned at me for getting crumbs in it the other week.”
“He won’t care, I promise you.”
Adam searched Katy’s gaze for any hint that she was lying. Finding none he gave the smallest of nods.
“I want to go home.”
Adam’s voice was small and vulnerable and close to tears. Lil reached forward and stroked Adam’s hair back off of his face.
“We know baby we know.”
“Come on darlin’, let’s get you home.”
Lil and Katy both took one of Adam’s arms and gently pulled him from the ground. Katy wrapped an arm around Adam’s back to steady him but, unable to cope with the added weight, stumbled. Seeing the struggle Lil quickly moved and wrapped her arm around his other side. Together the three of them, Adam supported on either side, made the slow and painful walk back to the car. ;
Part 4