sandy

by aceofspadesss

Summary:

A short fic set post first immunity challenge after merge, about Adam and Lawrence.

Mostly because James, Chelsea, and Graessle didn't talk about them and I wanted to write something about them. I may write more if there are people actually in this fandom.

Notes:

I love Saw, I love Dead Meat, I love Survivor

Lawrence's first thought when John announced merge was "Where's Adam?"

Through the challenges, while he was mostly focused on winning for his team, he had noticed Adam acting... weird. Not his usually snarky self. He seemed dazed, out of it.

He can hear Amanda ranting about Lynn as the Trap Team walk onto the beach, but all that matters is Adam.

His cane pressing into the sand, he goes to Adam as quickly as he can. He pulls the man into a one armed hug, pressing his face into the other man's hair.

He hears the man mumble something, but can't tell what. As soon as Lawrence pulls back, Adam stumbles, only to be caught by Lynn.

The newly formed Orinoco tribe is herded straight into an immunity challenge. Looking at the course, Lawrence knows he isn't doing well. The tricycle, the same ones used to wheel out Billy, are small, too small for most of the people still here.

Amanda will do good, Lawrence things. Zepp... as much as Lawrence hates that scrawny rat man, he knows Zepp will do great. Adam would do decently. Jill wouldn't win, but could easily come close. Strahm, Tapp, Logan, and Kerry are too muscular. Lynn isn't very coordinated.

For the most part, Lawrence's predictions are right. Zepp wins, Amanda close behind. The cops aren't doing very well.

The most wrong he is was with Adam. Adam is hitting every cone, and Lawrence counted him falling off four times.

As soon as the challenge ends, Zepp has his necklace, and they're back at camp, Lawrence follows Adam towards the beach.

Adam is by the shore, his flannel and back beside him. He's laying down, staring up at the sky with his eyes closed. Lawrence notices the bit of blood staining the left side of his shirt as he sits beside him. "You don't look very good," Lawrence says, his voice raspy. Adam squints his eyes open, holding a shaky hand up to guard his face from the sun.

"I'm good, Lynn has been helping, she's says it's not a concussion though..." He trails off, his arm falling onto his face. He turns to the side, his left cheek pressing into the sand as he stared at Lawrence's thigh.

Immediately, Lawrence is suspicious of Lynn. He doesn't expect anyone to be able to accurately treat this, but to lie to him and, presumably, the rest of their tribe?

Lawrence slowly moves to lift Adam, moving so that his head lays in his lap. He runs a hand through Adam's sandy hair. He hears a small sigh come from Adam, his arms wrapping around Gordon's stomach.

They lay there for a bit, Lawrence watching the sun set and feeling Adam's soft breaths hit his skin. Eventually, the crunch of sand under heavy boots comes near, ones that could only belong to Amanda.

She kneels down next to Lawrence, a hand coming to his shoulder. "Time for tribal." She looks down at Adam, biting her lip. "He okay?"

Lawrence can tell Amanda cares, even if she doesn't sound like it. She's always been either no emotion or so filled with emotion with no in between. He nods, and she seems to think that's enough, as she leaves as quickly as she came.

Lawrence shakes Adam by his shoulder. Adam looks up, his soft blue eyes meeting Lawrence's own. And in that moment, Lawrence knows. Knows that they'll be fine. Even if Adam is concussed, even if they're on this island. Even if neither of them win. They'll be together, and that's enough.