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Post by Etharei on Sept 6, 2009 16:37:27 GMT -5
Prompt: Kris finds himself in some kind of bad situation (doesn't have to be life-or-death, though that'd be interesting, but could be waking up in the gutter or something) and ends up calling Adam for help. Or Adam comes to the rescue. Could be during Idol, during the tour, future fic, or AU. I have no preference regarding Katy and/or Drake.
But, um, please no first-person POV? That always makes me uncomfortable in RPS.
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Post by mamadeb on Sept 7, 2009 8:05:54 GMT -5
Prompt: Kris finds himself in some kind of bad situation (doesn't have to be life-or-death, though that'd be interesting, but could be waking up in the gutter or something) and ends up calling Adam for help. Or Adam comes to the rescue. Could be during Idol, during the tour, future fic, or AU. I have no preference regarding Katy and/or Drake.
Pain. Everywhere. His head, his arms, his ass, his chest. He opened his eyes but closed them again as the light assaulted him. And then he forced himself to open them again. He was in a room…somewhere. A dingy, dusty, COLD room. And he was damp. He touched his forehead. That hurt more. He looked at his fingers, and they were bloody. Oh, dear God. He checked the rest of his body - which was naked - and then the gray sheets beneath it. More blood, more cuts, and he didn't want to think why he was lying on blood spots.
Except he did, and all of it came rushing back to him. He pushed it away. He'd deal with all later. Now, he had to deal with…what…with where he was and when he was, and what to do. He forced himself out of bed. There was an open closet and two doors, one with a notice on it. St. Martin's Hotel. New York City. Okay, he had a place. Did he have clothes? He looked around. Yes. No wallet, no iPhone, none of that, but he had clothing. No shoes, either, or a coat. And it was so cold.
He pulled the blanket off the bed and opened the other door. Bathroom. Cracked fixtures, rusty stain under the hot water tap, mildew in the shower. But there was soap and clean towels. He cleaned himself up as best he could, washing the nasty gash on his forehead, which had pretty much stopped bleeding, and tending to his other hurts as gently as possible. It hurt like nothing else.
And he was trapped there with no id, no phone and no money. He had to think around the pain in his head and the growing nausea in his stomach. He drank some water, which helped a little, but he got hungrier and more scared.
Then he looked at the landline on the table. He could call - he could call someone. Who? Not Katy, not any more. Never again. And he couldn't call his parents, not now. His handler? His publicist? He wasn't even sure he knew their numbers - they were speed dials on his iPhone.
Adam. Adam's number was not programmed into his iPhone. He'd wanted to dial it himself every time, and, well, if it had been stolen...which it had…
He picked up the landline. There were instructions on how to call long distance. He dialed the number, and listened to it ring. Once. Twice. Three times. Four. "Who's calling me at fucking seven in the morning?"
"Adam?"
"Kris? Oh, my God, Kris! Where ARE you? We've been so worried! Your mother has been frantic. MY mother has been frantic!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…how long?"
"Two days. Two impossible days. You took off from your last concert in Maryland two days ago, and no one has seen you since. You don't know?"
He did. He remembered all of it. "Adam. I'm in New York City. I'm in this gross hotel room and I…I don't have money or anything. I'm calling you on the room phone which is probably costing a fortune and I…help, please?"
"Oh, God, and I'm yelling at you. Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
"I'm…yeah. Help me!"
"Tell me exactly where you are, honey." He did. He even found the number of the hotel to give Adam. "Okay. I'll take care of this. You just stay where you are."
"Not going anywhere. I don't think I can."
"Good. We love you, all of us."
"Yeah." He hung up, and began getting dressed, wrapping himself in the blanket. He wondered if there was a Bible in the room, even thought about rummaging in the night table. But he didn't want to move at all.
Twenty minutes later, there was an ambulance crew knocking at his door. A word with the guy behind the bulletproof shield in the lobby said that his friend called with a famous name but a real credit card number, so his bills were paid.
To his amazement, there was no press waiting for him, just someone from his management agency whom he'd never seen before, but who had the right ID. He was treated for shock and injury, but he refused to let them do a rape kit, since he knew darn well he hadn't been raped, and kept for observation. They decided he'd passed out from alcohol, not from a concussion. He was also given food and permitted to shower.
Two hours after that, a force of nature entered the hospital, trailing bodyguards and making everything part in his wake. He sat down next to Kris, and took his hand, and for the first time since he struggled awake that morning, the world felt safe and stable again. He could feel every muscle in his body relax. "Adam."
Adam was pale in the fluorescent lights, his face naked and worried. "Shhh, baby. I'm here. It's all being taken care of, I promise."
Kris brought their clasped hands to his mouth for just a moment. "I knew you'd come."
"I always will. Go to sleep now." Adam pressed his lips to Kris's forehead. Kris nodded and did as he was told. He woke up sometime later with Adam still holding his hand, his head pillowed on his other arm, asleep. That didn't last long.
"Baby?" Adam sat up and passed his free hand over his eyes and hair. "How are you feeling?"
"Better. I…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Did…my folks? Do…"
"They know what I know. That you're okay now. I persuaded them to stay home for now." Kris could hear the threat in his voice. "Or we can have some other solution. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know." He gripped Adam's hand tighter. "I need…I remember everything, Adam."
"Tell me." As Kris knew he would, Adam focused all of his intensity and attention on him. It made the tale easier.
After the show in Maryland, the last show on this tour, Katy had called with tears in her voice. And told him that she didn't want him to come back to her. It shouldn't have been a shock. They'd never found a way to be married after Idol and the tour, even though they'd tried. But it was one. It was even worse when he argued about it and Katy finally got mad and told him she was tired of being married to a closet case in love with his best friend and that she needed to find someone who was hers. And then she'd hung up.
And Kris had put on his coat and taken all the money he could from the hotel atm, and grabbed a cab to the bus station. First bus was going to NYC so that's where he went. He turned off his phone. With a coat and a hat, no one recognized him. He found a bar, and got drunk. Very drunk. So drunk he decided to prove Katy right. He picked up a young man, and the boy took him to that hotel. And did what Kris asked him to do, at first. But after the initial fucking, which hurt so much, Kris couldn't do more. And the boy got rough and Kris didn't want to pay him, and they fought. Which was how he got hurt. And then he passed out, but not before seeing the kid pick up his pants.
Kris was crying before he finished, and his hand was numb. Adam just looked at him, tears running down his face. "You idiot. Next time…there won't be a next time. You scared all of us. And…oh, Kris."
Maybe the time was wrong, maybe the scenery was definitely wrong, but Adam was Adam, and the world made sense with him around, and he was biting his lips and he had almost no polish left on his nails. And Katy was right. Katy was always right. So Kris pulled Adam's head down and kissed him for real.
Later. Later Madeline would get him released and Adam would take him to the private jet and fly him back with him to Philadelphia, doing his makeup on the plane. Later still, Kris would move into Adam's bed and then Adam's house, and the news would break and it wouldn't be pretty but Katy would stand up for both of them and not let him be known as a cheat or Adam as a predator, and their lives and careers would go on.
But right now, he kissed Adam and Adam kissed him back and there was nothing else in the world.
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Post by etharei on Sept 8, 2009 1:12:04 GMT -5
OMG OMG OMG.
THANK YOU, THIS IS PERFECT.
How did you know I was an angst addict? Poor bb Kris, you nearly broke my heart there. For a while I assumed it was noncon, but I'm glad it wasn't, because while I wanted to see Kris being rescued, I also didn't want him to be a passive, defenseless victim. YOU READ MY MIND.
Your writing is lovely. I totally picked up his shock at the beginning, the way he just focused on doing one thing at a time. I liked that you didn't reveal everything all at once, only referencing the split with Katy, and the eventual explanation came at a natural point in the story.
AND HIS INTERACTION WITH ADAM. That *did* break my heart. I loved how your Adam just took care of everything, as I imagine he would - one beautiful aspect of their friendship/love is their protectiveness of each other, and that really came across here. I also love the sense of inevitability, of their coming together, and how you started the process of healing with a kiss.
In short, THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU.
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Post by etharei on Sept 8, 2009 1:16:38 GMT -5
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