Title: Because It's Wrong
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy - Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover
Rating (Word Count): R (10x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: This is part three of the verse I started in The Lion and The Lamb. Second part is One Good Day Thanks to leela_cat for the beta. All other mistakes are mine.



Because It's Wrong

Tommy glared at Adam. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"I've been around a hell of a lot longer than you, so I'd say that pretty much makes me an expert."

"You can't tell me not to go after them, get Ryan back. Just don't even try."

"You're my bonded. I'm bigger and stronger, so yes, I can."

"What the fuck ever. I'm going. And I swear to fuck, if you try to stop me, I will chain you up with silver."

Tommy stalked out of the room, muttering about know-it-all vampires.

"I can still hear you."

^v^

Angrily Tommy flipped Adam off, even though he knew Adam couldn't see it. He stuffed stakes and holy water in his backpack, shrugged it on and headed for the door.

"Oh no, you don't." Adam stood in front of the door with his arms crossed.

"Get out of my way, Adam. I'm going after them with or without your help."

"With. Because you're not going alone."

"Then get some damn weapons. We're leaving."

In a flash, Adam had Tommy by the throat and pinned to the door. "We are so discussing this when we get home."

"Fine. Let me go."

^v^

"You know this won't be easy," Adam warned as they stood outside, looking through the windows.

"I know, but Ryan's just a kid. He doesn't deserve this. And I'm sure as hell not letting them turn him."

"Vampires kill and turn people all the time."

"Yeah, and I kill vampires. Remember? I'm the Slayer. Besides he's a friend of Mia's and I'm doing her a favor."

"Ryan might not appreciate it."

"Well, Ryan's an idiot. Pretty sure he's figured that out by now."

Tommy watched Ryan plead for his life through the window.

"He better be worth it," Adam muttered.

^v^

Three hours later, bloodied and bruised, Tommy limped back through the door with Adam's help.

"Don't even think about saying I told you so or you'll find yourself sleeping alone."

"For how long?" Adam asked innocently.

Tommy just glared at him. "We got Ryan back, didn't we?"

"Only because we did it my way," Adam answered smugly.

"Give it up, I'm not saying it," Tommy muttered, slumping down onto the couch, his face contorted in pain.

"S'okay, baby, I know you mean it." Adam ruffled Tommy's hair on his way to the kitchen.

Tommy flipped him off again. "Fuck you."

^v^

Suddenly Adam was back, sniffing at the side of Tommy's neck, licking it. "The only one doing any fucking tonight will be me."

Tommy shivered and closed his eyes, hating and loving the way Adam made him feel. "I hurt," he whispered.

Adam kissed the side of Tommy's head. "I know, baby, gimme a minute and I'll fix it."

Tommy's phone rang, and he let out a loud "ow" as he answered it. "'lo?"

He listened for a second then turned to glare at Adam. "You called Buffy on me?"

Shrugging, Adam handed him a warm mug. "I needed backup."



Buffy ranted for a few minutes over the phone at him before Adam finally relieved him of it reassuring Buffy that yes Tommy was okay and no Tommy wouldn't be going off half-cocked anymore. Tommy heard her threaten to send Faith, and Adam again reassured her that everything was fine before promising to call her in a couple of days.

"I suppose you're proud of yourself," Tommy said dryly as Adam sat down next to him.

"Yup."

Tommy leaned against him, resting his head on Adam's shoulder, and Adam pulled him in close.

"I'm still mad at you."

"Okay, baby."

^v^

Tommy just snorted, and Adam kissed the top of his head.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up. A nice hot shower will do you some good."

Lethargy filled Tommy, but he let Adam pull him up and lead him toward the bathroom. "What did you put in that tea?"

"A little of this, little of that."

"A little blood?"

"Maybe."

"Adam," Tommy whined.

"What? You needed it. You're already healing."

"I can heal on my own just fine."

"But my blood makes it faster. Besides, Buffy said I could."

"When?"

"That talk she had with me after our bonding."

^v^

Tommy narrowed his eyes as he looked at Adam suspiciously. "She just gave you carte blanche to share blood with me?"

Adam had the grace to look chagrined. "Well, no, but she did say I could in extreme circumstances."

Sighing, Tommy stepped under the hot water. "She meant if I'm close to dying."

"No, I'm pretty sure that would turn you."

Adam's arms slid around his waist and he nuzzled into Tommy's neck. "I'll make you a deal. I won't share blood with you without asking first if you stop acting ridiculous and putting yourself at risk all the time."

^v^

"You know I can't do that." Tommy stiffened in Adam's arms.

"Not asking you to stop slaying, you know I would never do that. Just asking you to remember you don't need to keep doing it with a death wish. You've got someone who wants you around for a really long time."

"I know," Tommy mumbled, turning his head and kissing Adam's chest. "I know."

"Then please start acting like it. You have no idea how much it scares me when you don't."

Tommy turned around, looking up into Adam's eyes. He could see the fear and despair in them.

^v^

He stretched up onto his toes, kissing Adam, nipping lightly at his lips. "Okay."

Adam drew back, searching his eyes. "That's it? Just okay?"

Tommy nodded, snuggling back into Adam's chest. "Yup, that's it. From now on, when I go out
to risk my life, I'll go out with a plan."

"Smart ass," Adam replied, slapping him on the ass to emphasize his point.

"Hey." Tommy pouted. "I'm injured."

"You're already healing and that didn't hurt." He tightened his arms around Tommy. "Love you."

"Love you too. Now get me clean so you can get me dirty again."

Adam laughed.

The End






Title: Weevil Hunting With Ianto
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy, Jack/Ianto - Torchwood Crossover
Rating (Word Count): R (8x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: The lovely aislinntlc stepped into beta for this one. A big thank you to her.



Weevil Hunting With Ianto

Tommy walked out the back door of the venue and stood outside in the alley. He leaned up against the brick wall and just breathed. They'd been burning the candle at both ends and he just needed some air, some 'Tommy time'. He knew he wouldn't have long before someone – Adam -- came looking for him.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly, like Adam had taught him. But running footsteps broke his concentration and he opened his eyes, pushing off the wall right into the path of a man in a three piece suit.

^v^

The two of them went down hard. Pain exploded in Tommy's back and his belly as he hit the pavement and the wind was knocked out of him.

"Fuck." Tommy winced as the dude moved around on top of him. "Can you," Tommy grunted again.
"Can you get off me? Please?"

"Sorry," blue eyes stared down at him as a decidedly Welsh voice apologized. "You kind of stepped out in front of me."

"What the fuck were you doing running down an alley?"

"My job," the man answered flatly, brushing his pants off with a disgusted look on his face.

^v^

The door behind them burst open and Adam came running out. "Are you okay? I heard a crash out here."

He came in close, hand clutching at Tommy's elbow, raking his eyes over Tommy's body checking for injuries.

"I'm fine Adam. It's just this guy," Tommy waved his hand at the guy in the suit, "was running down the alley without looking where he was going and ran right into me."

Instantly Adam turned to the guy, fixing him with a glare. "What the fuck? You could have hurt him! You could have broken his arm or his hand."

"And?"

^v^

"And?" Adam asked incredulously. "He's my guitarist. He needs his hands. I need his hands. Just be careful next time." He turned back to Tommy. "You sure you're okay, baby?"

Tommy nodded as Adam reached up and brushed Tommy's fringe off his forehead. "I'm okay, really."

"Is there a problem here? Ianto?"

Both Tommy and Adam looked up at the new American voice. The man was tall, wore some sort of long swishy coat and was staring at them with bright blue eyes and a blinding but not quite real smile.

"No problem, Jack. Just a bit of a collision."

^v^

"You boys new in town?" Jack flashed them a flirty smile.

Adam rolled his eyes and Tommy had to stifle a laugh. Adam straightened up and smiled. "Just passing through. We've got a concert tonight and then tomorrow we're off to London. You from around here?"

"Here and there," Jack leered at him.

"Jack," Ianto warned.

"What?"

Ianto rolled his eyes.

"Look, are we done here? Because we have a soundcheck to finish."

"We're done when I say we are. Captain Jack Harkness, and you are?"

"Adam Lambert, and this is Tommy Joe Ratliff, my guitarist your friend almost maimed."

^v^

"I didn't almost maim him." Ianto turned to Jack. "I didn't."

Jack held up his hands at Ianto, reassuring him before turning and stepping up close to Adam, looking him in the eye.

"How long did you say you were in town for?"

Adam stared him straight in the eye, smirking slightly. "I didn't."

Jack looked at him expectantly.

Rolling his eyes, Adam reluctantly answered. "Just the night."

Jack smiled back. "Good. We won't have any problems then, will we?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Adam," Tommy warned, stepping closer to grab his hand. "Let's just get back to soundcheck, okay? Please?"

^v^

Adam stared at Jack hard, for what seemed like forever to Tommy, before Adam's public smile slipped onto his face. He squeezed Tommy's hand, shrugging.

"Nothing." He turned to Tommy, clearly dismissing the other two men. "Come on baby, let's get you inside so we can finish soundcheck."

Kissing the side of Tommy's head, Adam pulled him toward the door.

"Come to the show, it's gonna rock." Adam called out.

"Maybe we will," Jack shouted back.

Adam and Tommy disappeared into the building. Jack turned as Ianto muttered, "Who does he think he is, strutting around here like some peacock."

^v^

Jack slung his arm around Ianto's shoulder. "We can't all be young and fabulous. Now weren't we chasing a Weevil?"

Ianto smiled as Jack got closer. "Jack, work to do. Then we'll see."

Heaving out an exaggerated sigh, Jack grudgingly agreed. "Fine, work first, play later.
Happy?"

The smile that appeared on Ianto's face could have lit the entire alley for a week. "Very happy," he kissed Jack's cheek and took his hand. "How do you feel about attending a concert when we're done?"

"I hear there's a pretty amazing singer in town."

Ianto threw his head back and laughed.

The End



Title:Everyone Has a Skill
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Lee Adama - Friendship - Battlestar Galactica Crossover
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (3x100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Thanks to the lovely cjharknessgirl for the super speedy beta on this one. This takes place in the BSG verse - Adam is NOT a singer. The timing is vague on purpose but it takes place sometime before the BSG episode Resurrection Ship. This is kind of a teaser for a story I've been kicking around in my head for a while. We'll see if this shakes the muses loose enough for me to actually write it.



Everyone Has a Skill

Lee walked into Joe's and sat down at the bar. He asked for his usual and drank it, staring down at the bar top, he didn't even look up when someone sat next to him. But he did when he heard the voice, because he'd never forget that voice.

"Adam?" Lee turned in shock to look at the man next to him, the man who looked nothing like the red-haired chubby kid he played with as a child.

"Lee?" Adam's face lit up with a smile. "Oh my gods, Lee!" He pulled Lee into a hug which Lee quickly returned.

^v^

"How," Lee paused for a moment. "How did you survive?"

Adam sobered immediately and took a drink. "I was en route to Tauron when they hit Caprica. I lost my entire family."

"I was here for the decom ceremony. I lost Gianne. " Lee took a drink himself and then looked at Adam curiously. "How did you get here?"

"The ship I was on was part of the Fleet your Dad picked up. I'm eternally grateful for that."

"A lot of people are," Lee replied, taking another drink.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"You look good. Different but really good."

"Thanks."

^v^

They drank in silence for several minutes.

"I followed in Grandpa Joe's footsteps. Became a lawyer. That's why I was on my way to Tauron. I was going to see a client. Wonder if she's still alive," Adam mused softly. He stood up, putting some cubits on the bar and nodding to Joe. "Hey," he said turning to Lee. "Tell your old man I said hello and thank you."

"Good for you," Lee smiled tightly at him. "Next time I see the Admiral, I will."

"Thanks. Take care of yourself."

"You too." Lee raised his glass. "So say we all."

The End