Fic: Welcome to the Club (American Idol, David Cook/Crystal Bowersox)
Title: Welcome to the Club
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Real people, fake situations.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: David Cook/Crystal Bowersox
Summary: It was a rare moment of privacy and David wanted more than the hurried introduction that he’d gotten the night he came back to the Idol stage and the five minute conversation they had had surrounded by other people.
Author's Note: Written for amproof for one of the various charity drives that she donates money to (I can't remember which, but I know I owe her this one lol). Bet'ad by the amazing blue_icy_rose.
David was pretty comfortable in his role as an Idol alum. He had the position of being one of the winners and that meant he belonged to an even more select group of people. Only seven other people in the world could call themselves the American Idol and knew all the trials and joys that went with that.
Tonight another person had been added to their ranks.
Technically, it wasn’t up to David to hand off the title anymore. That had fallen to the season 8 winner, Kris Allen, and David had watched Kris’s obvious relief as he did so in the cheesy video segment Idol did each year. Hell, Kris had looked downright giddy after.
So, after the confetti had fallen and the press had cleared out to set up elsewhere, David should have left, his duty done for another year just by showing up and putting on a smile for the cameras.
Except he had found out that she was still here, backstage storing her guitar and talking to someone on her cell phone. It was a rare moment of privacy and David wanted more than the hurried introduction that he’d gotten the night he came back to the Idol stage and the five minute conversation they had had surrounded by other people.
He waved off one of the security personnel still nearby and sometimes it was good to be recognized.
She slipped her phone into her pocket and, despite winning American Idol’s ninth season only a few hours earlier, Crystal Bowersox still didn’t look phased, a smile playing briefly across her lips as she spotted David standing in the doorway.
“So, Miss American Idol, what will you do next?” David couldn’t keep down the grin that played across his face. She must have come back here after doing press for a breather, and David remembered the endless questions that echo each other - how did he feel? Did he think he deserved to win? How was it wining? How did he feel? - It had been a whirlwind.
“I want to say sleep but I’ve been told that’s not going to happen for awhile.”
“You shouldn’t listen to anything Kris Allen says, he exaggerates everything.” David moved closer to stand in front of her.
“Then who should I listen to?” Her head tilted back a bit to look up at him and her grin was full of confidence and mirth. “You?”
Oh yeah, she was going to do just fine.
“I am very wise.” David smiled and, feeling brave and a little reckless, suggested “We should get coffee together. There are a lot of things I could tell you.”
“Funny,” she pushed back, “I’ve been told not to listen to you. Something about you liking to hit on Idol girls.”
“Kris Allen is a-”
“That was from Carrie,” Crystal interrupted him with a smirk. “You all are a gossipy bunch.” She picked up her guitar case, still not moving away from him.
“Welcome to the club.” David reached forward and she handed him her case, looking amused as he told her, “Every runner up has a funny nickname, Ryan likes to grope, and the safe word is Cowell.” They started walking out of the room, and to where she no doubt had a car waiting out back, security in the background and always present. “So about that coffee...”
“My schedule is shit but I guess I could make time for you.” She nudged him with her shoulder as they walked and David grinned, nudging her back and making her smile. “Just don’t get too full of yourself. I like your music.”
David grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.” They reached the car and someone was already taking the case to load in the back. He leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek, taking the time to whisper in her ear, “And I only hit on the pretty ones.”
She laughed and the smirk was back, a challenge in her eyes. “Yeah, Kris told me that too. You should call him.” She turned to get in the car and David watched her go, shaking his head in amusement. This was going to be fun.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Real people, fake situations.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: David Cook/Crystal Bowersox
Summary: It was a rare moment of privacy and David wanted more than the hurried introduction that he’d gotten the night he came back to the Idol stage and the five minute conversation they had had surrounded by other people.
Author's Note: Written for amproof for one of the various charity drives that she donates money to (I can't remember which, but I know I owe her this one lol). Bet'ad by the amazing blue_icy_rose.
David was pretty comfortable in his role as an Idol alum. He had the position of being one of the winners and that meant he belonged to an even more select group of people. Only seven other people in the world could call themselves the American Idol and knew all the trials and joys that went with that.
Tonight another person had been added to their ranks.
Technically, it wasn’t up to David to hand off the title anymore. That had fallen to the season 8 winner, Kris Allen, and David had watched Kris’s obvious relief as he did so in the cheesy video segment Idol did each year. Hell, Kris had looked downright giddy after.
So, after the confetti had fallen and the press had cleared out to set up elsewhere, David should have left, his duty done for another year just by showing up and putting on a smile for the cameras.
Except he had found out that she was still here, backstage storing her guitar and talking to someone on her cell phone. It was a rare moment of privacy and David wanted more than the hurried introduction that he’d gotten the night he came back to the Idol stage and the five minute conversation they had had surrounded by other people.
He waved off one of the security personnel still nearby and sometimes it was good to be recognized.
She slipped her phone into her pocket and, despite winning American Idol’s ninth season only a few hours earlier, Crystal Bowersox still didn’t look phased, a smile playing briefly across her lips as she spotted David standing in the doorway.
“So, Miss American Idol, what will you do next?” David couldn’t keep down the grin that played across his face. She must have come back here after doing press for a breather, and David remembered the endless questions that echo each other - how did he feel? Did he think he deserved to win? How was it wining? How did he feel? - It had been a whirlwind.
“I want to say sleep but I’ve been told that’s not going to happen for awhile.”
“You shouldn’t listen to anything Kris Allen says, he exaggerates everything.” David moved closer to stand in front of her.
“Then who should I listen to?” Her head tilted back a bit to look up at him and her grin was full of confidence and mirth. “You?”
Oh yeah, she was going to do just fine.
“I am very wise.” David smiled and, feeling brave and a little reckless, suggested “We should get coffee together. There are a lot of things I could tell you.”
“Funny,” she pushed back, “I’ve been told not to listen to you. Something about you liking to hit on Idol girls.”
“Kris Allen is a-”
“That was from Carrie,” Crystal interrupted him with a smirk. “You all are a gossipy bunch.” She picked up her guitar case, still not moving away from him.
“Welcome to the club.” David reached forward and she handed him her case, looking amused as he told her, “Every runner up has a funny nickname, Ryan likes to grope, and the safe word is Cowell.” They started walking out of the room, and to where she no doubt had a car waiting out back, security in the background and always present. “So about that coffee...”
“My schedule is shit but I guess I could make time for you.” She nudged him with her shoulder as they walked and David grinned, nudging her back and making her smile. “Just don’t get too full of yourself. I like your music.”
David grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.” They reached the car and someone was already taking the case to load in the back. He leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek, taking the time to whisper in her ear, “And I only hit on the pretty ones.”
She laughed and the smirk was back, a challenge in her eyes. “Yeah, Kris told me that too. You should call him.” She turned to get in the car and David watched her go, shaking his head in amusement. This was going to be fun.