Title: One Voice, One Hope
Author: Leela (
leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2x100
Content/Warning(s): A dash of angst
Author's notes: Written for
glam_100, prompt #042: Now I believe in more than I can see. Many thanks to
thrace_adams for the preread. The title is from the lyrics to Queen's One Vision.
Adam was standing outside the restaurant, trying to ignore the paps as he signed one last autograph and posed for one last picture, when he heard it.
Wheels screeching, brakes squealing, someone yelling.
A thump.
A bang.
A crash.
A single thought in Adam's mind.
Sauli
Dropping whatever the fuck he'd been holding, Adam ran towards the pile of crumpled metal, caught between a barrier and the car that had slammed sideways into it.
Metal that had once been a car.
Their car.
Where Sauli had gone to sit and wait for him, away from the paps and the fans.
♥
Shaking off the hands grabbing at him, Adam found a car door and reached for the handle. Yanked at it, then yanked harder when it didn't open.
Calling out Sauli's name. Praying to something he'd never really believed in. Praying to anything, anyone who'd listen.
He fought not to be pulled away, yelling at them, crying.
"Just fucking help me."
"Please."
"Gotta fucking get him out of there."
Then there were more hands. Strong hands. Gentle hands. Familiar hands.
A voice he knew and loved.
And, as he clung to Sauli, Adam almost believed in more than he could see.
.
Author: Leela (
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2x100
Content/Warning(s): A dash of angst
Author's notes: Written for
Adam was standing outside the restaurant, trying to ignore the paps as he signed one last autograph and posed for one last picture, when he heard it.
Wheels screeching, brakes squealing, someone yelling.
A thump.
A bang.
A crash.
A single thought in Adam's mind.
Sauli
Dropping whatever the fuck he'd been holding, Adam ran towards the pile of crumpled metal, caught between a barrier and the car that had slammed sideways into it.
Metal that had once been a car.
Their car.
Where Sauli had gone to sit and wait for him, away from the paps and the fans.
Shaking off the hands grabbing at him, Adam found a car door and reached for the handle. Yanked at it, then yanked harder when it didn't open.
Calling out Sauli's name. Praying to something he'd never really believed in. Praying to anything, anyone who'd listen.
He fought not to be pulled away, yelling at them, crying.
"Just fucking help me."
"Please."
"Gotta fucking get him out of there."
Then there were more hands. Strong hands. Gentle hands. Familiar hands.
A voice he knew and loved.
And, as he clung to Sauli, Adam almost believed in more than he could see.
.
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