last fic from me for ficforhope, bbs.
this looks like it'll be my last fic for this lovely thing. it's been awesome, and i kinda made my word goal. kinda. almost? yeah.
title: simply no one else
author: churchslackzluv
rating: PG
word count: 1078
warnings: Mentions of previous character death. Angst-ish. Fluff. no caps.
disclaimer: I do not own David Archuleta nor David Cook. This is a work of fiction.
notes: prompted by this very own comm's prompt, Race For Hope. this does not make sense. i am tired. the title has nothing to do with the story. oh yeah, THIS IS TEAM ARCHIE.
david archuleta was not surprised when david cook asked him to run the race with him. archie knew that cook, after what happened the first year, would need someone to run with him. perhaps being in great shape and being cook's boyfriend played a part in this selection process. just maybe. archie helped kick cook's butt into gear ('damn, arch, i get enough from my trainer.' 'oh my gosh, cook, we've only gone up the stairs twice.' '...there are at least thirty steps on this stair case, archie.' ) for the race and hey, when may second did roll around, they were prepared.
cook and archie signed in, the day a lot sunnier than it was last year, and waited for the race to start. many people came up to them, giving them reassuring smiles and words of luck, before grouping by themselves. archie and cook stood, side by side, waiting for an announcement that would give them some kind of clue to when the race began.
"you ready?" archie asked, before bending down to retie his shoelace. cook nodded, patting archie's back appreciatively.
"ready as i'll ever be. i'm happy you're doing this with me," cook said, his voice lowered and directly in archie's ear. archie swallowed thickly, pushing himself back up.
"i'm glad to be here with you. i...i wouldn't miss it for the world, as corny as that sounds," archie replied, giving cook a bright grin, and cook didn't even look around before he placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"cook! someone could see," archie gasped, placing his fingers over his lips protectively. cook wrapped his arm around archie's shoulders.
"it's okay, babe. we weren't caught, now let's get to that starting line," cook said, leading archie to the white line across the asphalt. the director smiled at them when she recognized them, and they returned the gesture. everyone soon was behind them, chattering with excitement, before silenced by the director.
"all right, thank all of you for showing up at race for hope two thousand and ten. i'm happy to see all of you here and i'm happy the weather is wonderful this year. he look, no more soaking wet tents! and yeah, eric, if you're out there, i'm sorry about your camera. i have no puddles to drop it in this year," she said facetiously, and heard some guy yell out thanks, kathryn!
"i am also proud to announce that david cook," the crowd goes insane at the mention of his name, "is here with david archuleta," they only cheer even louder, "and both of them will be taking part in the race today. how about a round of applause for them?" of course, the crowd claps and screams for them, and they just turn around and wave, and cook is suddenly giddy, like going on stage for the first time in a night and hearing the crowd roaring with anticipation.
"okay, okay, calm down, crazies. you can cheer when the race is over. so let's get this thing started! on my count...on your mark, get set, go!" kathryn said, before blowing her whistle, and everyone set off. the race consisted of four laps which would equal five k. they had the choice to run it or walk it, whatever they felt more comfortable with. archie and cook were going to run it, but pace themselves, and making sure to take the water offered at the various stations throughout the path.
"i'm actually excited," archie panted, converse slapping against the pavement. cook nodded back in response.
"it feels so good when you hit that last lap...just, you feel so accomplished," cook replied, cap low over his eyes to shut out the sun. archie had actually put on sun glasses to avoid getting the sun in his own eyes.
while cook ran, he thought back to running the race last year, how it was raining when he stepped out of his car and he simply exhaled and looked to the sky, thinking it looks like someone up there understands. he remembered running the race, even though his heart was heavy in his chest, threatening to constrict him. he remembered getting up there and talking, and using all of his willpower to not to break down, and remembering how even if he broke there was so many people that were there to catch the pieces of him.
"cook? you okay?" archie asked, concerned, pulling cook out of his thoughts. cook shook his head to clear his mind.
"uh, yeah, sorry about that," cook said meekly (uh, meekly, what? that didn't even make sense in his own head). archie didn't buy it. he may have been younger, but he was smarter than that.
"right. well, this is our last lap, and i already am feeling pretty good about it," archie said just for the sake of making conversation.
"yep," cook said distractedly, and archie knew there was so much more to this, but did not push it. he knew he could ask later when they weren't around so many people but instead alone where cook could unravel in front of archie without worrying about what other people could say.
however, when they hit the finish line, everyone cheered when they did so together, archie giggling in euphoria and waving to the crowd thankfully. he noticed everyone went quiet, and then when archie turned to ask cook what happened, he wasn't even there. archie closed his mouth and now looked down the path, seeing cook almost out of eyesight.
"guys, i...only know about half of what this is about," archie said honestly, looking meaningfully at the crowd. they stood and waited, so silent you could hear a pin drop. cook came back from his final lap, bending over and placing his hands on his knees. he breathed heavily, before sitting down on the ground and burying his face in his hands.
"cook?" archie said gently, kneeling down next to him. cook's shoulders shook slightly.
"that one, that was for adam," cook said shakily, voice muffled against his skin. archie sat back and bit his lip, an anti tear technique he had learned over the years (he last used it when he had that extremely busy day and he was tired and the paparazzi were stalking him and he--well, he just wanted to go home and sleep). now he put his arms around cook, and the entire audience clapped, even though neither of them heard it.
title: simply no one else
author: churchslackzluv
rating: PG
word count: 1078
warnings: Mentions of previous character death. Angst-ish. Fluff. no caps.
disclaimer: I do not own David Archuleta nor David Cook. This is a work of fiction.
notes: prompted by this very own comm's prompt, Race For Hope. this does not make sense. i am tired. the title has nothing to do with the story. oh yeah, THIS IS TEAM ARCHIE.
david archuleta was not surprised when david cook asked him to run the race with him. archie knew that cook, after what happened the first year, would need someone to run with him. perhaps being in great shape and being cook's boyfriend played a part in this selection process. just maybe. archie helped kick cook's butt into gear ('damn, arch, i get enough from my trainer.' 'oh my gosh, cook, we've only gone up the stairs twice.' '...there are at least thirty steps on this stair case, archie.' ) for the race and hey, when may second did roll around, they were prepared.
cook and archie signed in, the day a lot sunnier than it was last year, and waited for the race to start. many people came up to them, giving them reassuring smiles and words of luck, before grouping by themselves. archie and cook stood, side by side, waiting for an announcement that would give them some kind of clue to when the race began.
"you ready?" archie asked, before bending down to retie his shoelace. cook nodded, patting archie's back appreciatively.
"ready as i'll ever be. i'm happy you're doing this with me," cook said, his voice lowered and directly in archie's ear. archie swallowed thickly, pushing himself back up.
"i'm glad to be here with you. i...i wouldn't miss it for the world, as corny as that sounds," archie replied, giving cook a bright grin, and cook didn't even look around before he placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"cook! someone could see," archie gasped, placing his fingers over his lips protectively. cook wrapped his arm around archie's shoulders.
"it's okay, babe. we weren't caught, now let's get to that starting line," cook said, leading archie to the white line across the asphalt. the director smiled at them when she recognized them, and they returned the gesture. everyone soon was behind them, chattering with excitement, before silenced by the director.
"all right, thank all of you for showing up at race for hope two thousand and ten. i'm happy to see all of you here and i'm happy the weather is wonderful this year. he look, no more soaking wet tents! and yeah, eric, if you're out there, i'm sorry about your camera. i have no puddles to drop it in this year," she said facetiously, and heard some guy yell out thanks, kathryn!
"i am also proud to announce that david cook," the crowd goes insane at the mention of his name, "is here with david archuleta," they only cheer even louder, "and both of them will be taking part in the race today. how about a round of applause for them?" of course, the crowd claps and screams for them, and they just turn around and wave, and cook is suddenly giddy, like going on stage for the first time in a night and hearing the crowd roaring with anticipation.
"okay, okay, calm down, crazies. you can cheer when the race is over. so let's get this thing started! on my count...on your mark, get set, go!" kathryn said, before blowing her whistle, and everyone set off. the race consisted of four laps which would equal five k. they had the choice to run it or walk it, whatever they felt more comfortable with. archie and cook were going to run it, but pace themselves, and making sure to take the water offered at the various stations throughout the path.
"i'm actually excited," archie panted, converse slapping against the pavement. cook nodded back in response.
"it feels so good when you hit that last lap...just, you feel so accomplished," cook replied, cap low over his eyes to shut out the sun. archie had actually put on sun glasses to avoid getting the sun in his own eyes.
while cook ran, he thought back to running the race last year, how it was raining when he stepped out of his car and he simply exhaled and looked to the sky, thinking it looks like someone up there understands. he remembered running the race, even though his heart was heavy in his chest, threatening to constrict him. he remembered getting up there and talking, and using all of his willpower to not to break down, and remembering how even if he broke there was so many people that were there to catch the pieces of him.
"cook? you okay?" archie asked, concerned, pulling cook out of his thoughts. cook shook his head to clear his mind.
"uh, yeah, sorry about that," cook said meekly (uh, meekly, what? that didn't even make sense in his own head). archie didn't buy it. he may have been younger, but he was smarter than that.
"right. well, this is our last lap, and i already am feeling pretty good about it," archie said just for the sake of making conversation.
"yep," cook said distractedly, and archie knew there was so much more to this, but did not push it. he knew he could ask later when they weren't around so many people but instead alone where cook could unravel in front of archie without worrying about what other people could say.
however, when they hit the finish line, everyone cheered when they did so together, archie giggling in euphoria and waving to the crowd thankfully. he noticed everyone went quiet, and then when archie turned to ask cook what happened, he wasn't even there. archie closed his mouth and now looked down the path, seeing cook almost out of eyesight.
"guys, i...only know about half of what this is about," archie said honestly, looking meaningfully at the crowd. they stood and waited, so silent you could hear a pin drop. cook came back from his final lap, bending over and placing his hands on his knees. he breathed heavily, before sitting down on the ground and burying his face in his hands.
"cook?" archie said gently, kneeling down next to him. cook's shoulders shook slightly.
"that one, that was for adam," cook said shakily, voice muffled against his skin. archie sat back and bit his lip, an anti tear technique he had learned over the years (he last used it when he had that extremely busy day and he was tired and the paparazzi were stalking him and he--well, he just wanted to go home and sleep). now he put his arms around cook, and the entire audience clapped, even though neither of them heard it.