...and she's just my type. [Adam Yauch / OC]

Gotta find my way home.

A/N: This is how the story ends. And if anyone recognises the title and where it comes from, you're really cool in my book.

September 1987, New York

I knew I couldn't stay in Los Angeles for too long. At least not there where he could find me again. But I couldn't just walk into my parents home again, could I? So I packed my bags and asked a friend to watch over some of my stuff in the mean time I found where I was going to live. New York called me. I hadn't talked with Adam since that happened, my pager was destroyed in the fight, so I couldn't ask him for help, but with or without him, I knew a city like New York could be a place for me. With the money I had saved, I bought a plane ticket to NYC and found a place in a shitty motel not too far from the airport. Bronx, I think they call this place. I bought a map, and discovered how big Brooklyn was. I remembered crossing a bridge, and... Shit, I should had paid more attention to the ride, instead of Adam. Every morning, for almost three days, I would plan a route, and walk Brooklyn up and down. I knew being able to remember exactly where he lived was going to be hard. A lot of buildings look the same. But I remember the front door. And there was an interesting store at the corner of the street that I couldn't forget. And that's what I just found.

I look around the buildings, trying to catch a glimpse of the door I remembered kissing Adam, and I think it's that one. I rush to it and look at the names in the doorbell until I find him. Yauch. I ring it once but I get no reply. I ring it another time, but still nothing. Maybe he's not home. Someone walks out and I see my opportunity to walk in and wait for him at his door. I climb up the stairs and find his door. I plan on sitting down next to it, and wait for him, but I feel like knocking. I knock three times and wait there. I'm about to sit down when I hear footsteps inside. I knock again three times and the door burst open. "Kate, what the fuck did you forgot?", he says before noticing I'm not Kate. Who's Kate?

"Hi", I quietly say. I try to smile, but all I can do is tear up. He appears to be surprised by me, and doesn't say a word, until he finally snaps out of it. "The magazine? He did this to you because of the magazine article?". For a minute I had forgotten I still had the bruise my agent had produced in my neck and perhaps some of those exploded blood vessels in one of my eyes that made it look like some science fiction movie villain shit. I looked down and only nod my head. I wish he doesn't see the bruises in my ribs. He gets close to me and hugs me. This time, the hug feels like it's meant to protect me. To fix me. He pulls me with him, inside of his apartment, and closed the door behind us. I can't help the tears to drop out, and he lets me cry on his shoulder. When I calm down, he takes me to his couch and we sit down, his arm still around me. "I'm sorry", he whispers before leaving a small kiss in my forehead. "I quit", I mumble. "I don't know what I'm going to do, but the dream is done. I'm not doing that again". He pulls our hug tighter. It hurts, but I don't care. I needed his embrace. He places his head on top of mine before he speaks. "We can live a normal life together". Wait, what does he mean? "I quit the Beasties. Or well, I quit the label. So..." I know he's saying this in some sort of empathy moment, but he can't do that. He can't quit his passion. "Adam... No" - "It's ok. I can still make music, that will never change. I can maybe get back to college. I can get a job to pay the bills, maybe even get royalties of the songs I wrote. We could do that... Together". Together. That word means the world to me now. Means waking up with him making little shapes in my back. Means learning and teaching skateboarding tricks. Means dancing around and getting to know New York. Means safety. Means love. "Ok", I reply, still in his arms, directly to his eyes. "So uumm... You wanna be my girlfriend?", He asks and it makes me chuckle for the first time in days. "Yeah, I guess".

The end.

A/N; If you have reached this far, thank you. Sometimes I question my abilities and chicken out. I can't believe I actually did this. If you liked it, I plan on doing more One Shots based on this "universe" in another book. Not sure yet, tho, but we need more Adam+Adam+Mike love and fun. So yeah. Hope you enjoyed.