Multifandom One Shots

Klaus Mikaelson!Son [1]

"Adam."

Blood dropped from her wound, seeping into the carpet and soaking the flesh of her throat and she coughed, attempting to lift her head but all she could see was a wave of red as she fought to find her child, the one she had fought for with all her might, with every single ounce of strength she had within her. She couldn't allow her attacker to find him, because she knew what it meant if they had. She couldn't see him in sight, but then she felt him. Adam's much smaller hand soon fell above hers, holding on with as much strength as he could, even if it wasn't much. She managed to turn her head and for a moment, her vision cleared enough to see her son's big brown eyes, filled with tears.

He was such a handsome boy, she decided. He looked more like her than his father, she thought with a smile. His eyes, his smile, his laugh, they all came from her. The sandy hair, the hint of mischief whenever he did something he shouldn't and the way his nose would sometimes lift when he laughed were all from his dad, but it was what made Adam who he was. She remembered being pregnant with him and wishing he was a girl, that he was a replica of her instead of the man she regretted having loved, but the second she held her son in her arms, those thoughts disappeared. What he looked like didn't matter. Who his father wasn't important. But turns out that she could run from New Orleans all she wanted but it didn't change the fact that she had left a big enough mark there to bring something along when she left. Someone had come looking for Adam because of his father, like she had always feared.

"Mommy." Adam leaned over her, blood now staining the chest of his Captain America t-shirt, but his eyes were locked on his mother's. "I did what you said, Mama. I hid in our special place. Can we play another game now?"

The game involving the special place. She always had a plan that could potentially save her son and she hadn't thought that day would come, but it had been there as a fail safe should her paranoia be justified. The second she sensed danger, Adam would go to the special place in the laundry room like they had practiced and he would hide in the cabinet next to the washer, which had been spelled for his protection. No one could get in without him allowing it and it would protect him from harm, should someone try to burn the house down. He had left prematurely, as Julie's attacker hadn't been gone more than five, six minutes, but she was happy to see him. She needed to see him, because he wasn't old enough to understand that the man that came in had hated his father so much that it had come to this. She hadn't given him, even when the man sliced into her throat. She had never given up Adam's existence, let alone his location.

"I need...I need the phone, baba." She croaked, struggling as blood escaped her lips but she didn't have anyone else. She had left all her friends behind six years ago. Adam was all she had and as much as she hated it but he needed protection and she couldn't do it anymore. "The phone."

Adam nodded eagerly, wanting to help, rushing to the iPhone that had been knocked to the carpet during the struggle but had miraculously survived without damage. She managed to tell him the numbers to punch in and he got down on his knees as he held the phone to her ear, unaware that within a few hours, everything was going to be different. She had never told him about where he came from. He was only five years old. She didn't think she had to yet. Julie told herself that she had been selfish fleeing the ones she had loved, that she had been stupid but scared and that's what kept her running, but when the time came, she would give Adam a chance to know his family should he choose to. Julie insisted it would be following his tenth birthday, when he was old enough to understand and make a choice. She hated how she wasn't going to make it to his tenth birthday.

Fortunately, the person on the other end of the phone answered after the first ring. It was on speaker, but Adam thought he was helping more by holding the phone where he was.