FIC: "Far Above the World"
Title: Far Above the World
Author: padawanewan
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300
Song: "Space Oddity," from Space Oddity
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam, Kris or Curt Wild. No profit is being made and this is done for fun. Thank David Bowie for 'Space Oddity' I do daily.
Notes: I want to thank Yeats for this fest. I need to thank my beta and my best friend Jedi Runya for holding my hand. This is not my comfort zone. It's not my style and there were no light sabers or sex.This was not the fic I sat down to write. It feels like a beginning. I did manage to get Ewan in it though.
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three, Two)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (One, Liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much... she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
Curt Wild: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
--
Music is eternal. Trends in musical tastes are fickle. These are truths one must accept. Not accepting these truths can lead to self delusion, heart-break and then the artist becomes a hollow shell. There are those artist that will never accept change and they will face obscurity. The artist that that fights the general consensus, is often scorned.
Unless, of course, one is already this side of bonkers and insanely talented. Then, my lovelies, a rock star is born.
Finally finished with his first and successful tour, Adam was actually happy for some down time. He had caught up with Kris, who had a successful tour himself. They had been meeting up at various spots all over the world. Since they had came out as a couple, before their tours, the press had finally died down enough for them to have a small bit of peace. Kris was due back at their home, by the beach, within the week. They were both taking a month off for re-energizing.
When Adam thought back on the lengths, drama and sheer amount of balls it took him to get nearly everything he wanted, there was a grin. Yes, a bit unholy and dark, but happy. He got the recording deal, the fan base and the boy.
Adam was exhausted, but ready to work on his next album. There were a few people he wanted to work with on his wish list, however there was one name that everyone wanted and this one remained elusive unless he contacted you.
Curt Wild.
Curt had gone from the troubled rebellious legend of glam rock to a very highly sought and extremely successful songwriter and producer. If he touched your album, it went through the roof.
Adam had never put out feelers, but he could have sworn he'd seen Curt at his set during Zodiac and a few time while he was on Idol.
After some rest and a nicely filthy phone-call with Kris, Adam was ready to organize his thoughts. He grabbed his sunglasses and went out to the private beach backing their home.
Adam stopped in his tracks as he saw a man, on his private spot, facing the ocean. As he walked closer, gearing up to flip his bitch switch on, the man turned and pushed up sunglasses.
When Adam was close enough to see the interloper, he stopped dead still and was struck dumb. His Kris was everything he could and would want, but this guy. This guy was in another world of hot, yet he looked ordinary at the same time. Impossible, but true. He was average height and build, his hair was a light auburn brown. It was the face that killed you. He was beautiful. This was Curt Wild, on his beach in beat-up jeans, a vintage Queen tee and no make-up or nail polish.
Adam whispered, "Curt Wild."
Curt smiled. His voice was soft and smooth. "Adam, nice to meet you. I was going to call, but I decided to come and meet you." Just like that. He didn't ask if it was alright.
Walking forward quickly, Adam stopped and shook Curt's hand. He grinned, "Sure man, I am such a fan. But, I bet you hear that all the time. I wish I could do half the shit you pulled back in the day. Baby Oil, glitter, flashing the crowd and fire...that was sick. And I need to stop talking because I sound like a fan girl."
Laughing, Curt waved him off. "It's alright, man. Though, I don't recommend fire jumping." He gestured to the ocean. "I love your view. I love feeling like there is infinite space and possibilities when I look at the ocean."
Adam wasn't quite sure he was getting the point here, but he was smart enough to nod and look seriously into it. He did know when Curt looked at him with those amazing eyes and intensity, he would be willing to do almost anything short of cheating on his boy.
"I had been ready to talk to you when I watched you performing in Zodiac, but you went on the karaoke show. I saw you there a few times, but I figured you would be stuck for at least your first album."
"I want to work with you Adam. You could make what we were trying to do years ago be relevant again. You have a killer voice, but you get that rock is fun and dark. It's sex and theater. It's love and hate. Rock and roll should be loud and have glitter."
All Adam could say was a quiet and reverent, "Yes."
Curt put his sunglasses back on and handed Adam a slip of paper with a phone number and address. "You remind me of someone I once knew, a very long time ago." He shrugged. "Meet me there after you spend a few days with your love. We can create some magic." Then, Curt nodded and started walking away.
Running around and flailing like a tween fan girl on a sugar high, on the inside, Adam looked up from the piece of paper and called out, "Who?" He was certain Curt would say Brian Slade.
Curt turned and grinned. "Me." Then, he kept walking.
Adam stared after for a moment, before pushing in numbers on his cell phone, with trembling fingers. When Kris answered, all Adam could say was, "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT! BABY, I AM FREAKING OUT!"
Curt could hear Adam as he slipped into his car and shook his head. One day he hoped he and Brian...never mind that thought. He had a fierce creature to let loose upon the world. Time to get busy. The world was ready for a new Freddie, a new Slade and a new Wild, but it would never see this creature coming.
The End…for now.
Author: padawanewan
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1300
Song: "Space Oddity," from Space Oddity
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam, Kris or Curt Wild. No profit is being made and this is done for fun. Thank David Bowie for 'Space Oddity' I do daily.
Notes: I want to thank Yeats for this fest. I need to thank my beta and my best friend Jedi Runya for holding my hand. This is not my comfort zone. It's not my style and there were no light sabers or sex.This was not the fic I sat down to write. It feels like a beginning. I did manage to get Ewan in it though.
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom (Ten, Nine Eight, Seven, Six)
Commencing countdown, engines on (Five, Four, Three, Two)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (One, Liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much... she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
Curt Wild: Listen, a real artist creates beautiful things and puts nothing of his own life into them, OK?
--
Music is eternal. Trends in musical tastes are fickle. These are truths one must accept. Not accepting these truths can lead to self delusion, heart-break and then the artist becomes a hollow shell. There are those artist that will never accept change and they will face obscurity. The artist that that fights the general consensus, is often scorned.
Unless, of course, one is already this side of bonkers and insanely talented. Then, my lovelies, a rock star is born.
Finally finished with his first and successful tour, Adam was actually happy for some down time. He had caught up with Kris, who had a successful tour himself. They had been meeting up at various spots all over the world. Since they had came out as a couple, before their tours, the press had finally died down enough for them to have a small bit of peace. Kris was due back at their home, by the beach, within the week. They were both taking a month off for re-energizing.
When Adam thought back on the lengths, drama and sheer amount of balls it took him to get nearly everything he wanted, there was a grin. Yes, a bit unholy and dark, but happy. He got the recording deal, the fan base and the boy.
Adam was exhausted, but ready to work on his next album. There were a few people he wanted to work with on his wish list, however there was one name that everyone wanted and this one remained elusive unless he contacted you.
Curt Wild.
Curt had gone from the troubled rebellious legend of glam rock to a very highly sought and extremely successful songwriter and producer. If he touched your album, it went through the roof.
Adam had never put out feelers, but he could have sworn he'd seen Curt at his set during Zodiac and a few time while he was on Idol.
After some rest and a nicely filthy phone-call with Kris, Adam was ready to organize his thoughts. He grabbed his sunglasses and went out to the private beach backing their home.
Adam stopped in his tracks as he saw a man, on his private spot, facing the ocean. As he walked closer, gearing up to flip his bitch switch on, the man turned and pushed up sunglasses.
When Adam was close enough to see the interloper, he stopped dead still and was struck dumb. His Kris was everything he could and would want, but this guy. This guy was in another world of hot, yet he looked ordinary at the same time. Impossible, but true. He was average height and build, his hair was a light auburn brown. It was the face that killed you. He was beautiful. This was Curt Wild, on his beach in beat-up jeans, a vintage Queen tee and no make-up or nail polish.
Adam whispered, "Curt Wild."
Curt smiled. His voice was soft and smooth. "Adam, nice to meet you. I was going to call, but I decided to come and meet you." Just like that. He didn't ask if it was alright.
Walking forward quickly, Adam stopped and shook Curt's hand. He grinned, "Sure man, I am such a fan. But, I bet you hear that all the time. I wish I could do half the shit you pulled back in the day. Baby Oil, glitter, flashing the crowd and fire...that was sick. And I need to stop talking because I sound like a fan girl."
Laughing, Curt waved him off. "It's alright, man. Though, I don't recommend fire jumping." He gestured to the ocean. "I love your view. I love feeling like there is infinite space and possibilities when I look at the ocean."
Adam wasn't quite sure he was getting the point here, but he was smart enough to nod and look seriously into it. He did know when Curt looked at him with those amazing eyes and intensity, he would be willing to do almost anything short of cheating on his boy.
"I had been ready to talk to you when I watched you performing in Zodiac, but you went on the karaoke show. I saw you there a few times, but I figured you would be stuck for at least your first album."
"I want to work with you Adam. You could make what we were trying to do years ago be relevant again. You have a killer voice, but you get that rock is fun and dark. It's sex and theater. It's love and hate. Rock and roll should be loud and have glitter."
All Adam could say was a quiet and reverent, "Yes."
Curt put his sunglasses back on and handed Adam a slip of paper with a phone number and address. "You remind me of someone I once knew, a very long time ago." He shrugged. "Meet me there after you spend a few days with your love. We can create some magic." Then, Curt nodded and started walking away.
Running around and flailing like a tween fan girl on a sugar high, on the inside, Adam looked up from the piece of paper and called out, "Who?" He was certain Curt would say Brian Slade.
Curt turned and grinned. "Me." Then, he kept walking.
Adam stared after for a moment, before pushing in numbers on his cell phone, with trembling fingers. When Kris answered, all Adam could say was, "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT! BABY, I AM FREAKING OUT!"
Curt could hear Adam as he slipped into his car and shook his head. One day he hoped he and Brian...never mind that thought. He had a fierce creature to let loose upon the world. Time to get busy. The world was ready for a new Freddie, a new Slade and a new Wild, but it would never see this creature coming.
The End…for now.