Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister / writefiction
Beta: Trench / glambert813
Artist: Missy Miss / missynicole
Pairing: Adam Lambert / Tommy Joe Ratliff
Notes: Completely AU.
Word Count: 1,427
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Summary: Thomas Hanson joins Witness Protection after witnessing his best friend's murder. He gets placed in some boring New England town. But when he starts to fall for one of his handlers, Marshall Adam Lambert, things begin to get tricky and not so boring. Does Adam feel the same? And what happens when you fall in love with a US Marshall when you're in the Witness Protection Program?
Over the next two weeks, Tommy grew more and more attracted to Adam as he and his partner helped Tommy find a job. He ended up taking a position at the local Borders. It wasn’t necessarily a hard job to do as it was just stocking the shelves with books. He sometimes was allowed to take new releases home early, before they were put on display, so he could recommend them to customers. Besides stocking the book shelves, he sometimes had to help customers find books. But mostly he got to be by himself, the way he wanted it to be. And when he had to interact, he was polite and courteous, maybe seeming a little sad to some of the customers who always gave him a sympathetic smile.
Tommy worked till closing one Friday night a few weeks later. When he got home, he went straight to the shower and from there, dried off and got in bed. Which wasn’t unusual for a night when he stayed till closing. Another thing that wasn’t unusual was the nightmare he was having, reliving what had happened the night Dave was murdered. He’d had this dream every night since then and it always stopped when he saw Scar Face for the first time. But tonight was different. Tonight, the dream went further. This time he made it all the way to New England and Scar Face found him and he was hell bent on killing Tommy Joe.
Scar Face pointed the gun at Tommy and, in what seemed like slow motion, pulled the trigger. Just before the bullet could pierce his heart, Tommy Joe woke up screaming. He was drenched in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed Adam’s number. The US Marshall picked up almost right away. “Tommy Joe?” he asked sleepily.
“Adam,” Tommy whimpered, unable to say anything else.
“Tommy, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Adam asked as he sat straight up in bed and turned the light on, suddenly wide awake.
“Need you,” Tommy said, sounding like a frightened child.
“Stay put, Tommy, I’ll be right there.” With that Adam hung up and threw some clothes on before racing out the door. He jumped in his car, slamming the door, and gunned the engine. He peeled out of his driveway and burned rubber as he headed in the direction of Tommy’s house.
On the drive across town, all Adam could do was worry. He was scared for petite Tommy Joe as that phone call had not sounded good. Was Mitchell Ferguson, the man who had killed Tommy’s best friend, in town? Or worse, at Tommy’s house? Adam shook his head and pushed down more firmly on the gas pedal. He couldn’t think those kinds of thoughts. He just needed to get to Tommy Joe before anything could happen.
Adam pulled in to the drive and threw the car in to park before it could come to a complete stop, making it jerk. He rushed up the walk way to the front door and banged on it. “Tommy Joe!” he called. “It’s Adam! Open the door!” He had one hand on his gun, the other alternating between jabbing the doorbell and banging against the door.
Tommy immediately threw open the door like he’d been watching from the window again and fell against Adam’s chest, shaking with sobs. “Did anyone get in the house? Did anyone try?” Adam asked, his hand still ready to pull out his gun. Tommy shook his head. “Are you okay?” Adam questioned as he locked the holster of his gun and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. Tommy shook his head again. Adam gave him a squeeze and pulled him into the house, leading him over to the living room couch.
Adam sat down on one of the leather cushions and Tommy Joe promptly crawled onto his lap, curling in to the tightest ball possible, and clung to him. Adam let Tommy cry in to his shirt for a long time until he’d calmed down enough that Adam figured he’d be able to answer a few questions. Adam rubbed Tommy’s back and said, “Tommy Joe, what’s got you so freaked out?” Stuttering and stumbling over his words, Tommy told Adam about his nightmare.
Adam sighed heavily feeling very empathetic to Tommy’s fear. He knew how traumatized witnesses could be, having spent many a late night talking on the phone with his charges when they would first come in to the program, reassuring them that everything would be fine. Adam held on to Tommy a little tighter and murmured quietly to him. “You’re okay,” he said. “That guy, Scar Face? He won’t get you. He won’t find you. You’re safe here. I’ll keep you safe.” Tommy just shook his head having a hard time believing what Adam was saying. Adam sighed again. “What can I do to make this better?” he asked. “So you’ll be able to get back to sleep tonight?”
“Can… can you stay for a while?” Tommy whispered looking up at Adam through his thick lashes. Even if Adam wanted to say no, there was no way he could do it with Tommy looking at him like that.
Adam nodded. “Yeah, I’ll stay. If it’ll make you feel safer.”
“It will,” Tommy assured him quietly.
Adam made a face. “Hey, you haven’t dyed your hair yet. You want me to do it for you?”
“Will you?” Tommy asked.
Adam nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I’ve been dying my hair so long I’m practically an expert.” Tommy gave a small smile that made Adam feel a little better.
Tommy led Adam in to the bathroom where Adam washed and dried Tommy’s hair. Then he led Adam out to the kitchen and sat down in a chair. Adam wrapped a towel around Tommy's shoulders and put on the protective gloves. Then he set about dying Tommy’s hair. First the black, then the blond; kind of half and half like Cruella DeVil. When he was finished, he brought Tommy back to the bathroom to rinse the dye from his hair before blowing it dry.
After examining his hair in the mirror for a bit, Tommy followed Adam to the living room. “So I guess I’ll be going now,” Adam said. “You get some rest, okay?”
Tommy’s lower lip began to wobble. “Please,” he whimpered. “Please don’t leave me. I just… can you at least stay till I fall asleep?”
Adam sighed. “Sure. But only till you fall asleep and I promise to lock the door on my way out.” Tommy smiled and led Adam to the bedroom. Adam immediately went to the window and peeked out the curtain. Satisfied there was no one out there, he turned back around and watched Tommy climb in to bed.
Tommy looked at Adam. “Are you just going to stand there the whole time?” he asked.
“Well, where do you want me to be?” Adam questioned.
“I just… um, could you just, I don't know, sit on the bed with me?” Tommy stumbled. He wasn’t really sure how to ask without making it sound like a proposition. While Tommy would have loved for it to sound that way at any other time, tonight was not the night. He was too scared. He just wanted Adam’s big, strong body close by to make him feel safe.
Adam hesitated and Tommy could feel it, he knew he was going to say no. But to his surprise, Adam didn’t say anything. He just walked calmly over to the bed and sat down, leaning back against the headboard. Tommy couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his lips. He laid down close to Adam and curled in to the tightest ball possible. Adam looked down at the small man and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. Tommy was too nice of a person to be so frightened by such an evil man. Adam sighed quietly and ran his fingers through Tommy’s freshly dyed hair. “Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered and he could almost feel the sigh of contentment that left Tommy Joe’s lips.
Tommy Joe flipped and flopped around for a bit before coming to a perfect resting place. He laid on his side, pressed tightly against the line of Adam’s leg, his nose buried against the younger man’s hip. Adam continued to stroke his hair soothingly and closed his own eyes, feeling like this was going to be a long night. But before too long, he was asleep too.