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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.

Adam Fourth Interlude Part C

Taylor didn�t return until night had fallen and Adam was sitting on the couch staring up enraptured at the light he�d just switched on. As soon as he�d flicked the switch on the wall and the warm light had spilled out from the bulb banishing the growing gloom of darkness from even the corners of the room Adam had sworn to himself that he�d never take anything for granted again. It wasn�t until you�d lived deprived of something so basic such as light that you really appreciated it when someone gave it back to you again, he thought.
Taylor brought with him a tray and Adam could see, and smell, a couple of plates of pasta with tomato and basil sauce, glass dishes filled with zabaglione for dessert and a bottle of wine and two glasses. Taylor set the tray down on the table and quickly set two places of cutlery and distributed the dishes of food. Uncorking the bottle of wine he turned towards where Adam still sat watching him and smiling he said,
"Come and sit down and eat with me Adam. I�m sure you must be hungry again and you don�t want to let the pasta get cold do you?"
Taylor was right the smell of the pasta and sauce had made Adam�s mouth water and his stomach growl, but it wasn�t only hunger that made him hurriedly get up from the couch and seat himself in the chair Taylor had indicated for him. Adam had vowed to do whatever it took to survive and he was pretty sure that the main thing that would help to ensure his survival would be pleasing Taylor. So if Taylor wanted them to sit down to a meal together then that�s exactly what Adam would do. Adam quickly and ruthlessly clamped down on the worried little voice in his head that whispered the questions � "But what else will Taylor want? What else are you willing to do to survive? How far are you willing to go?" Squashing down those frightening questions Adam swallowed his nerves and glancing up quickly at Taylor�s face he tentatively smiled back and murmured,
"Thank you." When Taylor filled his wine glass, before dropping his eyes back down to his plate.
He heard the scrape of the chair as Taylor took his seat and then Taylor�s voice as he said,
"Well come along then Adam eat it up before it gets cold."
Adam reached out grasping his knife and fork in hands that shook ever so slightly as he edged them towards his plate. He tried to will them to stop, but his efforts at mind over matter were in vain when his cutlery clattered on his plate and in a panic he put his fork down and reached for his wine glass. He�d gulped down half the glass before a small chuckle from Taylor made him glance up at the other man. Taylor just smiled indulgently back at him from across the table before saying,
"It�s alright to be nervous Adam I don�t mind that at all. Just as long as you behave and do as you�re told we�ll get along just fine. Now why don�t you take a deep breath, pick up your fork and eat your food."
Adam could feel his face burning red in embarrassment as he picked up his fork and stammered out an apology,
"Yes�yes. I�m�s�sorry."
"No harm done." Taylor assured him. "Shall I refill your wine glass?"
"Um�yes please�Thank you�it�s very nice�" Adam answered his voice trailing off and he felt tongue tied and incredibly clumsy and stupid, next to the other man who seemed completely at his ease.
Finally managing to spear some pasta with his fork Adam began to eat not really tasting the food he put in his mouth only aware of Taylor�s eyes watching his every movement. After he�d eaten several mouthfuls the other man seemed to be satisfied and Adam glanced across the table to see him finally eating too.
Then Taylor began to make casual conversation about the food, the wine, and the rooms Adam had been assigned. He asked if Adam was comfortable, if there was anything he needed. He sounded like a concerned host and spoke with an ease and familiarity that made it seem as if they were old friends, not jailer and prisoner. Adam tried to join in with the illusion, he tried to say something interesting and witty but he knew he was failing miserably and most of his answers to Taylor�s questions or observations were monosyllabic and he even managed to stumble and trip over most of those. To his own ears he sounded like a half-wit and the more desperately he tried to rectify the situation the more he stammered and paused and repeated himself.
It wasn�t until his spoon had scraped the last of the zabaglione from the sides of the glass dessert dish that he realised that along with keeping the conversation flowing Taylor had also been keeping the wine flowing. It was only when he felt the room spin and an alcoholic warmth and lassitude spreading out through his limbs from his belly that he realised that Taylor had been methodically re-filling his glass while only sipping at his. Now most of the bottle had been drunk and Adam realised that he�d been the one who�d nearly finished it off single-handedly.
Carefully placing his spoon onto the table beside his desert dish Adam could feel the full weight of Taylor�s gaze upon him. The air between them seemed suddenly charged and tense and unconsciously Adam began to chew on his bottom lip, his eyes darting anywhere but at the man sitting across the table from him. As the silence stretched on between them Adam became increasingly nervous, his hands restlessly fiddling with the napkin on his lap while the quiet began to become oppressive and reminded him a little of his cell. He felt a sharp stab of fear at that thought and his mind began to frantically search for something to say, something, anything to fill up the empty silence that was weighing more and more heavily upon him. However, he found his mind was a blank and he couldn�t think of what to say, and more importantly he was worried that if he opened his mouth he�d blunder and say the wrong thing. He was afraid he�d say something to upset or anger Taylor, something to make him cast Adam out from his warm, light paradise. When Taylor finally put him out of his misery and said in a quiet yet commanding voice,
"It�s time we got to know each other better. Time to go into the bedroom and make ourselves comfortable Adam."
Adam was just so relieved that the silence had been broken that he gave no thought to the implications of Taylor�s words and just scrambled up almost eagerly saying,
"Yes�yes if you want to."

And he followed Taylor into the other room as docile as a lamb going to the slaughter.
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