amanda: jaclyn's twin sister (writefiction) wrote,
amanda: jaclyn's twin sister

Lambliff Big Bang -- Chapter Five

Title/Chapter: Witness Protection for The Heart (05/08+Epilogue)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister / writefiction 
Beta: Trench / glambert813 
Artist: Missy Miss / missynicole 
Pairing: Adam Lambert / Tommy Joe Ratliff
Rating: R
Notes: Completely AU.
Warning: violence, blood, character death
Word Count: 1,120
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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?


Tommy wasn’t sure why he’d woken up. Maybe it was the house creaking or the sound of the wind, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he was creeped out. He reached for his phone but then remembered that Adam didn’t want to be his Marshall anymore because he was falling in love with him. Tears sprung to his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. But he blinked them back when he heard the sound that had woken him up again. Someone was in his house!

Tommy grabbed his phone and crept quietly from his bedroom to see who it could be. He prayed it was Adam, having come back because he’d changed his mind. His prayers went unanswered. Standing in his living room, going through his things was Scar Face. Tommy clamped his hand over his mouth, his stomach turning as his heart leapt in to his throat. He raced back to his bedroom and in to the adjoining bathroom, locking the door behind him. He quickly dialed Adam, but the line just kept ringing. So he scrolled through his contacts until he found Rebecca’s number. He hit send and waited.

There was only one ring before Rebecca answered. “Hey, Tommy Joe,” she greeted him. “What can I do for you?”

“Rebecca,” Tommy hissed. “Scar Face is here.”

“Who?” Rebecca asked.

“The guy that killed my friend. He’s here!” Tommy exclaimed quietly.

“Are you certain it’s him?” Rebecca asked in the calmest voice she could manage as she grabbed her gun and car keys, heading for the door.

“Yes, yes! I’m sure! Please hurry! I don’t want to die!” Tommy pleaded.

“Tommy, listen to me. Go to the bathroom…”

“I’m already there,” Tommy said.

“Okay. Lock the door and get in the tub,” Rebecca commanded. “Whatever you do, do not come out unless it’s me or Adam at the door. You got that? It’s very important.”

“Lock door and get in tub,” Tommy said. “And I won’t open the door or come out. Only for you and Adam.”

“Good,” Rebecca nodded. “I’ll be right there.” With that, Rebecca hung up. Tommy checked to make sure the bathroom door was indeed locked. Then he crawled in to his soaker tub, hiding below the rim of it and prayed. He prayed with every fiber of his being that this was not his last day on earth. That he wouldn’t die before getting to kiss Adam Lambert. Before he got to make love with him. All Tommy wanted right now was for Adam to come get him, to protect him.

Suddenly Tommy heard the sound of the bathroom doorknob being rattled. His breath caught in his throat and his body shook with fear. He hoped it was Adam or Rebecca come to save him. But he knew in his heart it wasn’t. It was Scar Face. The man started banging against the door, trying to break it down. Tears flooded Tommy’s eyes, scared out of his mind. He kept praying to whatever higher power there was that Rebecca and Adam would get there soon to save him. With every bang of the man’s shoulder, foot, or whatever it was he was using against the door, Tommy jumped and the tears rained down his face.

All of a sudden Tommy heard a door get busted down, but it wasn’t the bathroom door. Then he heard the man with the scar on the other side of the door hiss, “I’ll be back for you, Thomas.” A shiver raced up and down Tommy’s spine as he heard the man’s footsteps slowly retreat. The next thing he heard was Adam’s voice making Tommy’s heart leap for joy.

“US Marshalls! Drop your weapon!” Adam shouted. Then there was a myriad of gunshots. Tommy threw his arms over his head and curled into a ball on his side, crying quietly. In a matter of seconds everything went silent. The silence scared Tommy more than the gunfire. At least gunfire meant people were still alive. The silence could mean anything. And so Tommy waited, still crying silently, listening as sirens approached, growing louder and louder by the second.

After what felt like hours and the sirens had moved on, there was a light tapping on the bathroom door. Even though it was a quiet sound, it made Tommy jump about a foot in the air. His body trembled as he waited, praying it was one of his saviors. “Tommy Joe, it’s Rebecca. You can come out now,” Rebecca called through the door. Tommy didn’t waste any time scrambling over the side of the large tub and throwing open the bathroom door. When he saw Rebecca, he stumbled in to her arms and clung to her tightly.

“Where is he?” Tommy asked. “Where’s the man with the scar? Is he dead?”

“Yeah, he’s dead,” Rebecca answered.

Tommy lifted his chin in a confident manner and looked Rebecca straight in the eye. “Where’s the body? I want to see it. I want to make sure he’s dead,” he told her.

Rebecca hesitated. “Are you sure?” she asked. “Seeing someone who’s been killed can be pretty traumatizing.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “I know that,” he said. “Remember why I’m here?”

A faint blush rose to Rebecca’s cheeks and she nodded. “Prepare yourself,” she murmured. Tommy nodded back and took a deep breath, then he let Rebecca lead him out of the bathroom and in to the living room.

There, on the floor, was Scar Face, blood seeping in to his shirt from the bullet wounds the US Marshalls had given him. Tommy stared for a moment, a shudder of relief passing through him. “Thank god,” he whispered, mostly to himself. But then he noticed a pool of blood closer to the front door, across from the dead body. Tommy’s blood ran cold and the hair on the back of his neck stood up straight. He slowly turned to Rebecca. “Where’s Adam?” he asked in a quiet, scared voice.

When Rebecca didn’t answer, Tommy balled his hands in to fists, anger beginning to boil in his veins. “Where is he?” he demanded coldly. “Is that his blood?” He pointed in the direction of the front door.

Finally Rebecca took a deep breath and spoke. “Yeah, Tommy, that’s Adam’s blood. He was shot,” she told him.

“Take me to him,” Tommy stated.

Rebecca lifted a perfectly shaped brow. “Um, okay.” Tommy ran to his room and threw on a shirt and pair of sneakers. Then the two were off to the hospital. Tommy was dying on the inside, worried to no end about Adam. That pool of blood had not been small. The whole way to the hospital he prayed for Adam.

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Tags: big bang, chaptered fic, fandom: adam lambert, fandom: tommy joe ratliff, fanfiction, fic: witness protection for the heart, genre: au, pairing: adommy/lambliff, rated: r
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