Fic: The Passenger (1/?)
Title: The Passenger (1/?)
Author: Amberwinters
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: AU fic where Kris Allen is returning from a missionary trip from Lesotho and meets his polar opposite on the flight home. Kris had no idea how powerful opposites attract and his life becomes even more of a rollercoaster.
Wordcount: 1251
Notes: Well, I haven’t written in forever but to start off the new year, I figured I’d give it a whirl. Hopefully there are still some Kradam readers out there. Let me know what you all think…Should I keep going?
Warnings: Only some cursing so far. I will update warnings as we go.
Kris was exhausted after spending six months in Lesotho. Who knew a small country in Africa could be so cold? Kris had agreed to go with his church to a small mountainous country located in the middle of South Africa for six months to help build some medical clinics in remote locations. The church failed to mention being snowed in and roads becoming impassable by vehicle. Kris never wanted to see a donkey again.
Still, it was rewarding knowing he had helped others. Kris was altruistic to the core and was always looking to help the unfortunate and save people. Unfortunately, he was not a millionaire and other people were not always willing to support his endeavors. His family was pleased he was being a good Samaritan but they also wanted him to get a job, get married and have kids. His girlfriend Katy echoed their sentiment and Kris wondered how long she was going to stick around waiting for him to settle down. Kris loved Katy but the thought of spending the rest of his life with her in Conway, Arkansas made him a bit nauseous.
In fact, Kris always hated when his missions ended and he had to return to his small town and mundane life. As soon as he returned, he always focused on the next humanitarian project. This time however, the Church decided to focus more on domestic issues since the state had been hit with some bad weather and natural catastrophes over the past year. This made the long flight home even more depressing than usual. Par for the cause, when he arrived at the airport in South Africa, there was a problem with his plane and they were having to make all kinds of switches. Kris had a feeling he was going to be stuck in a middles seat for 16 hours and 53 minutes. Kris being his usual unassuming self just accepted it and tried not to create any more havoc for the flight staff unlike the scene he watched unfold with another passenger.
Kris noticed a tall guy arguing with his “entourage” and throwing a fit. Kris couldn’t help but overhear the guy really being ridiculous, “What do I pay a personal assistant for if he can’t even get my fucking flight reservations right! I asked for a lowfat meal, you know I have a photo shoot in a week and every calorie counts! Not to mention a 20 hour flight always messes up my skin and makes me feel like crap. I told you I didn’t want to play this stupid show. Why can’t this fucking airline accommodate me! “
A no-nonsense middle aged woman in his party answered calmly, “Adam, Eric ordered the special meal but they had to switch planes last minute and they need to take off. I am sure you can make some smart food choices with what they have and survive. We are lucky to get on this flight.”
“Lane, I’d rather take the next flight and have my meal preference.”
“Adam, you have another gig in New York so we need to be on this flight.”
“Another show I don’t want to do. The seat next to me better be open. I need to stretch out and rest.”
The airline representative went over to the guy and his group and spoke with them. The guy seemed to be getting more annoyed and walked away. He came over near Kris and was texting a mile a minute. The woman, Lane came over, “Adam stop twittering your frustration. The flight is overbooked they cannot keep the seat next to you open. Do you want one of us next to you?”
“Why not just put me in the fucking baggage compartment.”
“Fine, I will tell them you have no preference because frankly neither I or any of your staff will volunteer with the mood you are in.”
“Are you still talking?”
The lady walked away. Kris sneaked a closer look at the guy and realized he was standing next to Adam Lambert, one of the biggest names in the entertainment world. He had three triple platinum albums, several Grammys, an Oscar for his latest film and a Tony for a musical. He was also America’s favorite bad-boy and supposedly his nice guy image was just that…an image. Kris thought he was very talented but his over the top style wasn’t really his cup of tea.
Adam looked over at Kris annoyed, “If you want my autograph, just fucking ask me already.”
“Er…that’s ok. Sorry, you are having problems with the flight.”
The flight attendant returned to Kris, “Mr. Allen, I am sorry but we have a conflict with your seat and we need to move you to another seat. Unfortunately, the only seat available doesn’t recline and has less leg room than the other seats. Sorry, we will give you an economy comfort seat on your next leg.”
Kris just nodded and steeled himself for a lousy flight. Adam shook his head, “Why don’t you just give him the seat next to me since you aren’t honoring that either.”
“Mr. Lambert, the first class seats are twice the price of the economy seat and we only give them to paying customers or our medallion members. The seat next to you would cost Mr. Allen four thousand dollars.” She looked at Kris, “Did you want to upgrade, Mr. Allen?”
Kris shook his head, “Sorry, that is a bit too steep for me.”
Adam looked at the flight attendant, “I have no desire to sit next to an asshole, I will cover Mr. Allen’s upgrade. Go see that woman over there for the money and fix his ticket.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Lambert.” The woman walked away to accommodate Adam’s request.
Kris stared at Adam, “Why did you do that? I can’t accept such a gift-“
Adam laughed, “Ask my staff, this was no gift. You have to sit next to me and deal with my aggravation. Plus, you need to help me make smart food choices since this fucking airline can’ t seem to manage a special meal request. Besides, I would rather sit next to a cute guy than some idiot.”
Kris was not use to men saying stuff like that to him but it was flattering especially considering the source. Kris smiled, “Thank you. I really wasn’t looking forward to not reclining for 17 hours.”
Before Adam could respond, Lane came over, “Adam, why is the airline asking me for four thousand dollars?”
“Because, I decided I preferred Mr. Allen sitting next to me. So either pay the money or you will be occupying that seat.”
Lane looked at Kris sympathetically, “Hope you enjoy your flight Mr. Allen. You aren’t a reporter are you?”
Kris shook his head, “I do volunteer work for my church.”
Lane frowned, “Are you a priest?”
“No, I am not catholic.”
Lane turned to Adam, “Adam, try not to corrupt him or damn your soul too bad.”
Adam just pasted a fake smile, “Don’t you have a bill to settle?”
Lane nodded and went to the counter to pay for Kris’ upgrade. Kris couldn’t believe how quickly his flight from hell seemed to improve. Even though Adam seemed to be a bit moody, he made Kris’ week. Kris had never flown first class and could not think of a better flight to have been given an upgrade. He was going to make the most of it but couldn’t help thinking how many starving children four thousand dollars could feed.
Author: Amberwinters
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13/R
Summary: AU fic where Kris Allen is returning from a missionary trip from Lesotho and meets his polar opposite on the flight home. Kris had no idea how powerful opposites attract and his life becomes even more of a rollercoaster.
Wordcount: 1251
Notes: Well, I haven’t written in forever but to start off the new year, I figured I’d give it a whirl. Hopefully there are still some Kradam readers out there. Let me know what you all think…Should I keep going?
Warnings: Only some cursing so far. I will update warnings as we go.
Kris was exhausted after spending six months in Lesotho. Who knew a small country in Africa could be so cold? Kris had agreed to go with his church to a small mountainous country located in the middle of South Africa for six months to help build some medical clinics in remote locations. The church failed to mention being snowed in and roads becoming impassable by vehicle. Kris never wanted to see a donkey again.
Still, it was rewarding knowing he had helped others. Kris was altruistic to the core and was always looking to help the unfortunate and save people. Unfortunately, he was not a millionaire and other people were not always willing to support his endeavors. His family was pleased he was being a good Samaritan but they also wanted him to get a job, get married and have kids. His girlfriend Katy echoed their sentiment and Kris wondered how long she was going to stick around waiting for him to settle down. Kris loved Katy but the thought of spending the rest of his life with her in Conway, Arkansas made him a bit nauseous.
In fact, Kris always hated when his missions ended and he had to return to his small town and mundane life. As soon as he returned, he always focused on the next humanitarian project. This time however, the Church decided to focus more on domestic issues since the state had been hit with some bad weather and natural catastrophes over the past year. This made the long flight home even more depressing than usual. Par for the cause, when he arrived at the airport in South Africa, there was a problem with his plane and they were having to make all kinds of switches. Kris had a feeling he was going to be stuck in a middles seat for 16 hours and 53 minutes. Kris being his usual unassuming self just accepted it and tried not to create any more havoc for the flight staff unlike the scene he watched unfold with another passenger.
Kris noticed a tall guy arguing with his “entourage” and throwing a fit. Kris couldn’t help but overhear the guy really being ridiculous, “What do I pay a personal assistant for if he can’t even get my fucking flight reservations right! I asked for a lowfat meal, you know I have a photo shoot in a week and every calorie counts! Not to mention a 20 hour flight always messes up my skin and makes me feel like crap. I told you I didn’t want to play this stupid show. Why can’t this fucking airline accommodate me! “
A no-nonsense middle aged woman in his party answered calmly, “Adam, Eric ordered the special meal but they had to switch planes last minute and they need to take off. I am sure you can make some smart food choices with what they have and survive. We are lucky to get on this flight.”
“Lane, I’d rather take the next flight and have my meal preference.”
“Adam, you have another gig in New York so we need to be on this flight.”
“Another show I don’t want to do. The seat next to me better be open. I need to stretch out and rest.”
The airline representative went over to the guy and his group and spoke with them. The guy seemed to be getting more annoyed and walked away. He came over near Kris and was texting a mile a minute. The woman, Lane came over, “Adam stop twittering your frustration. The flight is overbooked they cannot keep the seat next to you open. Do you want one of us next to you?”
“Why not just put me in the fucking baggage compartment.”
“Fine, I will tell them you have no preference because frankly neither I or any of your staff will volunteer with the mood you are in.”
“Are you still talking?”
The lady walked away. Kris sneaked a closer look at the guy and realized he was standing next to Adam Lambert, one of the biggest names in the entertainment world. He had three triple platinum albums, several Grammys, an Oscar for his latest film and a Tony for a musical. He was also America’s favorite bad-boy and supposedly his nice guy image was just that…an image. Kris thought he was very talented but his over the top style wasn’t really his cup of tea.
Adam looked over at Kris annoyed, “If you want my autograph, just fucking ask me already.”
“Er…that’s ok. Sorry, you are having problems with the flight.”
The flight attendant returned to Kris, “Mr. Allen, I am sorry but we have a conflict with your seat and we need to move you to another seat. Unfortunately, the only seat available doesn’t recline and has less leg room than the other seats. Sorry, we will give you an economy comfort seat on your next leg.”
Kris just nodded and steeled himself for a lousy flight. Adam shook his head, “Why don’t you just give him the seat next to me since you aren’t honoring that either.”
“Mr. Lambert, the first class seats are twice the price of the economy seat and we only give them to paying customers or our medallion members. The seat next to you would cost Mr. Allen four thousand dollars.” She looked at Kris, “Did you want to upgrade, Mr. Allen?”
Kris shook his head, “Sorry, that is a bit too steep for me.”
Adam looked at the flight attendant, “I have no desire to sit next to an asshole, I will cover Mr. Allen’s upgrade. Go see that woman over there for the money and fix his ticket.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Lambert.” The woman walked away to accommodate Adam’s request.
Kris stared at Adam, “Why did you do that? I can’t accept such a gift-“
Adam laughed, “Ask my staff, this was no gift. You have to sit next to me and deal with my aggravation. Plus, you need to help me make smart food choices since this fucking airline can’ t seem to manage a special meal request. Besides, I would rather sit next to a cute guy than some idiot.”
Kris was not use to men saying stuff like that to him but it was flattering especially considering the source. Kris smiled, “Thank you. I really wasn’t looking forward to not reclining for 17 hours.”
Before Adam could respond, Lane came over, “Adam, why is the airline asking me for four thousand dollars?”
“Because, I decided I preferred Mr. Allen sitting next to me. So either pay the money or you will be occupying that seat.”
Lane looked at Kris sympathetically, “Hope you enjoy your flight Mr. Allen. You aren’t a reporter are you?”
Kris shook his head, “I do volunteer work for my church.”
Lane frowned, “Are you a priest?”
“No, I am not catholic.”
Lane turned to Adam, “Adam, try not to corrupt him or damn your soul too bad.”
Adam just pasted a fake smile, “Don’t you have a bill to settle?”
Lane nodded and went to the counter to pay for Kris’ upgrade. Kris couldn’t believe how quickly his flight from hell seemed to improve. Even though Adam seemed to be a bit moody, he made Kris’ week. Kris had never flown first class and could not think of a better flight to have been given an upgrade. He was going to make the most of it but couldn’t help thinking how many starving children four thousand dollars could feed.