Deviation Actions
A/N: This will get heated, and rather frosty too, so if that's not your thing, I'd skip this chapter. Swear/mild violence warning. Love triangle, between Adam, and my OC's, Hadley and Blaine.
Chapter 11: At Your Behest
One month later
Hadley met Blaine, in the very same cafe, that had almost been his grave just over a month back. She swirled her little wooden stick around in the froth of her delicious smelling caramel macchiato coffee. She picked up the cup, and sipped some of the warm brew.
"You're right about the coffee here, it's divine. So, how have you been holding up, since the attack?"
Blaine poured sugar from a little packet, into his almond mocha coffee, and stirred it, with a spoon. "I've done alright, surprisingly. How are you? And I've not seen tall, dark and brooding recently. How's he?"
Hadley laughed. "He's fine, I think. He's awaiting the Police and Sarif Industries report on the attack. Apparently Sarif is withholding it, and Adam isn't pleased. Then again, is he ever?" She sighed. "And myself? Eh, I've been better. The flu had me in bed for two weeks. Two freaking weeks, it was that bad. Now I know how it feels when I am well, I want to stay well. What's happened with the Police?"
"They let me go, with a caution. The other guy? He's due in court soon. I have to give evidence against him. Glad you are okay though. The last time you were ill...".
Hadley groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me. You virtually had to follow me around, with a bucket, cause I kept on throwing up. But I had paperwork that needed sorting out, so I had to do that, despite being really sick. And then several people from the office caught what I had, and were not amused. Serves me right though, I should have stayed at home". The agent stopped talking, and frowned. The intensity of her frown made her forehead crease. "Ron's funeral is this Saturday".
Blaine's shoulder slumped down a tad. "Damn. Took the coroner a while to release his body. His family must be reeling".
His friend nodded. "His wife is livid, and she can't stop crying. Made some appointments with our psychologist for her. She wants to know what happened, but with the nature of the case, it has to be kept a secret. But she won't see it that way".
Blaine sipped his coffee, and looked glum. "Does she want us, at the wake?"
"No, she is having him cremated. A wake is ill advised, especially with the circumstances. I feel disrespectful".
Her male companion eyed her quizzically. "Why? You aren't being".
"It's just that, we are here, enjoying our day, sipping coffee, and yet, Ron's family are grieving, and suffering. This feels wrong somehow, you know?"
Blaine shook his head. "I don't follow. You think we should be suffering? Ron knew we cared about him, his family do too. Neither would want us, moping around. We do respect him, and them. Can I give you your present yet".
Hadley drank some more coffee, and the sweetness and warmth made her feel a little more relaxed. "Present? Buttering me up are we? Sure".
Blaine reached under the table, and handed her a bag. She looked inside it, and her eyes widened.
"Blaine, are these what I think they are?"
Blaine smiled and nodded a few times. "They are. I know you weren't able to go to the previous shows, and I knew you still wanted to see it".
Hadley practically threw herself over the table, and squeezed the life out of her friend. "We Will Rock You tickets. Fuck, this is incredible. Thank you, thank you so much sweetheart". She moved her head down, and kissed his cheek. She then sat back down, and tried to compose herself. "Wait, didn't you want to talk to me about something else? I can't remember".
Blaine knew what she meant, and felt pain lance through his chest.
She didn't remember what he told her. Granted, it was a month ago, but still...
Did I really leave it too late? Ten years is a lot but...
...I needed to be sure. That it wasn't just a crush, or just me feeling lonely, and unhappy, and so, needing a friend.
"Nothing Had, it's okay. It doesn't matter. Another time, okay?"
...Goddammit Hadley. How do you forget someone telling you they love you? LOVE you H! Fuck me...
All he could do, was excuse himself, say he needed to use the bathroom, bite his bottom lip and hope he didn't end up blubbering.
So, he calmly stood up, excused himself, and locked himself in the cafe toilets.
A few days later, Adam finally had news of the report he had been desperate to receive. He'd had a call from Malik, who was back at work, and doing well, and from Frank, which surprised him. Then again, he was still at home, the doctor and Sarif had recommend that he stay at home, as he was only just starting to get better, and put on some weight. Which he desperately needed. When Adam saw him last, if the tech guy got any thinner, he'd look like a Halloween prop.
In the evening, he turned on the TV, got a drink, and went to sit down, before a knock on his door alerted him.
It was Hadley, and she had a few bottles of wine, and some takeout boxes.
"Figured since I hadn't seen you in a while, I'd check if you were still here. Haven't heard a peep".
Adam shrugged. "I know how to be quiet is all".
Hadley nodded and stepped into his apartment. "Good. Everything okay in Detroit?"
"Yeah, things seem to be returning to normal. I don't want to go back there again yet though".
The female agent sat down, and propped herself up with some cushions. She handed him a box of food, and looked at the bottles of wine she had brought. "Red, white, or rose?"
Adam smirked, and turned down the light in the living area. "Never thought you the wine drinking type".
She snorted. "Hah, I can be distinguished you know. Well, this is the cheaper end of it, but still, it makes a change from whiskey, right? Oh, just shut up and pick one, honestly".
She huffed, and folded her arms. With her pout came his smirk and chuckled, which made her pick up a cushion. "Go on, hit me with it, I dare you too".
Hadley growled, and threw the cushion at him, ending up on the floor, falling off the couch, from laughing so much.
Hours later, after some terrible movies, Hadley was well and truly drunk, and it seemed Adam was too. Although, she couldn't really tell with him. His augmented legs always kept him stable, so he wouldn't stumble, and could walk in a straight line. And his eyes were covered 90% of the time, so she couldn't see if his pupils were dilated or not. And he didn't slur his words, or get them jumbled up.
But, thinking started to hurt too much, so she stopped and picked up their wine glasses. She stumbled into the kitchen counter, and swore as she banged her hip on the corner top. The glasses hit the counter and smashed, and she swore again, even louder this time.
But, after that, Adam did give her a sign that he was indeed, as drunk as her, and that he was struggling to even see in the darkness, after retracting his shades. He bumped into her, and when she started giggling, he tried to shush her. A wave of heat overtook the agent, and she almost fell, having to use him for leverage. Adam wasn't prepared for this, and so backed up and fell backwards, onto the couch, pulling her with him. Hadley, in either a moment of blind panic, or a moment of drunken lust moved up and lay her head on his chest. His heart thudded against her ear, and she smiled. The alcohol in her system was making her feel warm, and he was making her feel safe.
Not only that, but she was hard-pressed not to just kiss him. It had been too long since she'd had any contact like that.
And rational thought was swept away, by another wave of alcohol, and she didn't have any will to fight off the urge anymore.
Hadley moved her head up, and looked Adam in the eye.
She moved towards him, and no resistance from him, kissed him.
What happened next was all a blur. When Hadley finally woke up, at twelve in the afternoon no less, she looked around, realising that this wasn't her bedroom. This wasn't her bed.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
...SHIT.
She was naked, under someone's sheets, and she bolted up, regretting the move soon afterward. When she came to her senses fully, she saw Adam, curled up, and still asleep. She squirmed around, and got up, looking for her clothes in the process.
After a short time, it became obvious that she could only find her shirt, and knickers, so she put those on. But she felt something, after she put them on, and it wasn't the satisfied feeling that she was concerned about.
She wandered into Adam's bathroom, and pulled down her panties.
"Oh fucking hell. ADAM!"
Adam shot up, and held his head. "God. What hit me?"
Hadley squealed, and stomped into his room. "I'll hit you in a minute. We didn't use anything, did we? You came in me!"
Adam smirked, but then reality hit him, and he stopped. "Shit".
Hadley groaned. "I'll sort it, okay? We should have known better. It's going to be shameful, but I need to go to the clinic. Good job there is one nearby, I don't do well with shame. It makes me cranky. That, and add in a hangover, and I'm not a happy bunny. Sorry Adam. It's my fault too". She held her hands up, and sighed. "This shouldn't have happened but, truth be told? I kinda needed it".
Adam stretched and nodded. "I did too. Not sure I can even have kids, after all the damage that was done, all those years back but, I'd get the pill anyway. I really am sorry. I should have known better".
The two walked into the living area, and the mess that greeted them made them both groan. A unexpected knock on the door made the two jump.
The seconds ticked by, before whoever knocked slid a file under Adam's door. It was the Police report. Adam walked over there, and picked it up. He then checked the hallway, to see if the person had gone. When he gave Hadley the all clear, she tiptoed out of his apartment, clad only in a shirt and panties, and covered her mouth when she saw who it was, who had knocked.
It was Blaine, and for some odd reason, Hadley would never know why, he turned in her direction, before she got into her apartment.
He took one look at her, marched past her, and knocked on Adam's door.
Hadley pleaded with him not to freak out, but it seemed he wasn't listening.
The look he gave her, before he entered Adam's apartment chilled her to the bone.
"Just go Hadley, go to your apartment, before more people see you half naked".
Hadley didn't want too, but reluctantly had too.
Adam was only half dressed himself, when he answered the door. Blaine barged in, without asking, and glared at him.
"You really couldn't wait, could you? I knew it. I knew you'd fuck her. Why? Why the hell did you do that, huh?"
Adam really wasn't in the arguing mood. His head pounded, and he felt like he was going to vomit. "You waited ten years, Blaine. Ten years to suddenly spring it on her, that you give a shit. More than you should. She didn't know, she wasn't lying to me when she told me".
Blaine's eyes widened. "She told you about that? Is nothing I say sacred anymore? Jesus Christ...".
Adam cut him off. "It was a drunken mistake. It shouldn't have happened. If you want to hit me, do it. But don't take ten years to decided whether you want to or not, okay?"
The older man was seeing red now, and a fist flung itself at the ex SWAT man, who grunted after it hit him. Blaine hit hard, damn hard.
"Better now? Look, we made a mistake. Hadley regrets it, and so do I".
Blaine had calmed down considerably, but his hands were screwed up. "Okay. We all make them. I've slept with a woman, when I was drunk once. It's no big deal, unless it's with someone that you care about. Do you even care about her? Or is she just holes?"
Adam was stunned. Never had he heard anyone be so disrespectful about a woman before. "Holes? It's a good thing that Hadley isn't with you, if you'd refer to her as 'holes'. Is that all she is to you? Something to shove your cock into, when you get bored, or get the urge? At least I don't see her that way. And, yes, I do care about her. She's a good woman". He stepped closer to a now shaking Blaine. "But she deserves someone way better than us. Neither of us are good enough".
Blaine violently shook his head and cradled it. "No, god, NO! I don't see her like that. Why the fuck did I even say that? What the hell am I playing at? I need to get away from her. I've done enough damage. Just telling her I care ruined how she saw me. Shit, Adam, what do I do?"
Adam looked down. "Give her some time. Alone time, no matter how much it hurts. I did that, with a woman, a long time ago. I loved her, and I thought she did me, but we worked together, so we had to avoid any talk of it. But, we ended up together, secretly. But, when I gave her alone time, she told me that she realised how I felt, and how she did. Hadley's never had a man love her, right? She doesn't know how to react to it. Now, I don't love her, but I can show her what it's like, to be cared for. She's used to how you act, and speak around her, but not me".
The older man backed down, and picked up a white napkin. He waved it, as a mock surrender flag. "You're right. Sheesh, I am vague sometimes. Sorry I hit you, okay?"
Adam nodded and the pair shook hands amicably. "I'd better go, let you read the file. Edward sent me, to hand it to you. I won't bother you again, or Hadley. We all need some time alone, I think".
Adam nodded, and Blaine left his apartment.
Sarif's head of security sat down, on his couch, ignoring the mess around him, and opened the file...
Blaine saw Hadley, now fully dressed, leaving her apartment, on his way out. He let her past him, to use the elevator.
Before she stepped in however, she looked at him, and he could she was struggling not to break down.
"I'm so sorry".
The elevator pinged, and she stepped in.
What she didn't hear, was his reply.
No. Forgive me...
