Don't Let Go {Saviour Trilogy Spin-Off}

Part 1: Chapter 1 - Take Your Mama

Do it
Take your mama out all night
So she'll have no doubt
That we're doing oh the best we can
We're gonna do it
Take your mama out all night
You can stay up late
'cause baby you're a full grown man

It's a struggle
Livin' like a good boy oughta
In the summer
Watchin' all the girls pass by
When your mama
Heard the way that you'd been talking
I tried to tell you
That all she'd wanna do is cry

Now we end up takin' the long way home
Lookin' overdressed wearin' buckets of stale cologne
It's so hard to see streets on a country road
When your glasses in the garbage
And your Continental's just got towed

Take Your Mama ~ Scissor Sisters

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A/N

Yes, yes, each song will doubtless be of the same vein. Yes, I'll cram in more Adam Lambert songs into one story than you think is possible.

And YES, this is the final part of the Saviour Trilogy! It's a spin-off, not a continuation, and will run alongside Emerald River. I'll coordinate the posts of this and ER, so that the timeframe for this is always some way behind that.

Anyway, enjoy! This one's pretty short -- not sure how long the average chapter will be. I expect I'll have a flashback in most of them, like there is in this.

Lucy xX

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"Damn it, Callum, I've had enough of this!" Jason hollered, throwing a magazine across the room so that it crashed into his desk and knocked over a pot of pencils.

Callum winced, but he couldn't fight down the emotions boiling within him. Jason had had enough of this? God, was he really so dense that he couldn't see how much this was killing Callum? For someone so beautifully poetic, so usually in touch with his emotions, Jason's blatant ignorance was driving him insane.

"I can't sit in front of them any more! I can't fucking do this! I can't listen to them talk to me like that!"

This time it was a book, which knocked a photo frame to the floor, leaving shattered shards of glass across the floor. Callum didn't move from where he sat crossed-legged on the bed, watching his boyfriend with growing worry. Jason had freaked out on him before, but never like this. People always said that tears were harder to deal with than anger. Callum disagreed. Tears required a hug, a hot drink, a long talk, a kiss. This kind of unadulterated anger left him clueless.

Jason spun around, eyes wild and face the very picture of self-loathing. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he screamed.

Callum's eyes widened in horror. "Jase-"

"Don't fucking call me that!"

Callum was shocked into silence as Jason slammed a fist into his desk. He knew that he was struggling with himself, with who he was, and with telling his parents, but that it was driving him to this? No. This was a man breaking in half trying to please too many people. That always was Jason's problem. He loved too deeply, was too desperate not to disappoint, so much so that it went beyond his own sense of self.

"You know, maybe they're right! Maybe I am unnatural! Maybe I need therapy, maybe I need fixing. Maybe all this is just fucking bullshit!"

Jason was only semi-coherent, his words not entirely making sense, but Callum understood. His parents had pushed him so far that he was beginning to doubt himself. Callum's heart shattered. Jason had tried so hard to break his sexuality to them lightly, he'd tried so hard to convince them that he was still him, and he'd worked so hard to stay at home and refuse therapy to 'fix him'. And now, in the middle of a Tuesday night, alone, Callum was watching it fall apart.