Crossing the Line/O.T.T. Part 9/?
Title: Crossing the Line/O.T.T. (Part 9/?)
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
Get the tissues ready!
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Six - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
Part Seven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3610.html#cutid1
Part Eight - http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/904034.html#cutid1
PART NINE
Kris and Goliath arrived back at the hotel. Kris drove since big boy bodyguard was still shaky from the drama at the hospital. Adam seemed to hold up better than this guy did and Adam was the one being cut open.
A message from the police was waiting for him at the front desk. Trish had confessed everything and given up her accomplices. They needed Adam and Kris to give a statement. Kris called the arresting officer back and explained the current situation. He said he’d bring Adam in tomorrow if he was released from the hospital. This would be a great first step for Adam in claiming his life back - if Kris could get him to go.
As expected, their manager was waiting for him. Kris figured he would have discovered Adam missing by now and would be in a worse tirade than before. Kris was too tired and stressed to deal with this shit. He was about to behave very unlike himself.
“Where the fuck is he? I’m going to break his…!”
“Shut…up,” Kris stated calmly, clinching his fists at his side.
The other man was taken aback momentarily then with rage in his controlled voice demanded, “What did you say to me?”
Kris looked him in the eye. Voice steady, he answered. “Shut…up.”
“You little piece of shit, how dare you…”
A heavy, protective arm encircled Kris’s shoulders followed by a booming voice that rattled his bones.
“THE MAN SAID TO SHUT UP!”
Kris looked up at Goliath and smiled. Goliath cocked his head and shrugged. Okay, this guy’s a keeper, Kris thought to himself.
“We need to talk and you are going to listen. Inside. Now.”
The manager headed towards his suite.
“No,” Kris ordered quietly, “we’re going to Adam’s room.”
Kris swiped the key and all three entered. It was still a shock for Kris seeing the room in this condition but he had to use everything at his disposal to get through to this jackass. Of course, Jackass froze, jaw dropping open, as he slowly walked around, taking everything in. Kris bent down and picked up the scarf Adam had been wearing the past week. He turned it over, easily spotting the dry blood and yellow discharge. He set it on the bed, readily accessible if he needed more visuals.
Jackass sat on the bed. “Can I talk now?” he asked, calmer than before.
“If you can control yourself and really listen to me.”
Jackass nodded. “Where is he this time?”
Kris sat on the chair Adam had used hours before. Goliath stood by his side, arms crossed, daring Jackass to say something stupid.
“In the hospital just for tonight, maybe longer. It depends.”
“Hospital?”
Kris thought Jackass looked genuinely concerned. This might not be as hard as Kris thought.
“The day he went missing…”
“…when he decided to screw around instead of show up for work.” Goliath cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“Adam lied to you. He lied to all of us really. But he felt he had to, given the circumstances.”
Jackass raised his eyebrows, keeping his big mouth closed.
“He wasn’t with an old friend. He was hiding out after being attacked.”
“Attacked? What do you mean attacked?”
“Attacked - assaulted, ambushed, mobbed, mauled - physically and emotionally.”
Jackass shook his head. “I don’t understand. Details please.”
Kris told him everything he knew, about the crazy fans, Adam’s anxiety attacks, his mental state and physical injuries. He explained the cut on Adam’s neck had festered and landed Adam in emergency with an infection attacking his body. Kris went into graphic detail about what Adam had gone through that night, knowing the pictures he conjured would have impact. He looked at Goliath. The big guy was turning green around the gills but kept firm at Kris’ side.
Jackass’ voice was quieter, the anger having faded away.
“Why didn’t he just tell me the truth?”
“Well…”
“…because I was being an asshole.”
“Well, yeah.” Kris got up from the chair and sat on the bed. “Adam would be the first to tell you he was wrong. He just felt embarrassed and humiliated - and in shock I imagine. He didn’t want to admit to anyone that he couldn’t defend himself. We’ve talked about it and he knows there was really nothing he could have done to stop it. He got away and that’s all he could do - then.”
“So, what’s next?”
“For you? You’re going to issue a press release, especially since the police are now involved and the story will get out. Give them a watered down version of what happened and leave out Adam’s behavior of late and not too many details about what they did to him. You need to get across that this behavior is wrong and that if it happens again, to any of us, there will be legal consequences.”
Jackass appeared annoyed at being ordered around by the Pocket Idol but held his tongue.
“You’re also going to beef up security, now and during the tour especially.”
“Anything else Mr. Allen?” Sarcasm dripped off his lips.
“Some time soon, you’re going to apologize to Adam and then everyone else for being such a prick. You’re going to take care of the tour and I’m going to take care of Adam.”
“Made you his protector, did he?”
“I appointed myself. He needs me…needs someone as he recovers. You do what I told you and I’ll do what I have to. Now get out, I need to clean up this mess.”
--*--
Kris collapsed on his bed, thoroughly exhausted. The hum of vacuum cleaners filled the silent air of his room. After putting Jackass in his place (God, that felt great), he gathered their fellow Idols together and told them what had happened. They were shocked, to say the least, but each one vowed to help Adam through this any way they could. They also made a pact to watch each other’s backs so this wouldn’t happen so someone else.
He had spent over an hour straightening up the worst of Adam’s mess before calling housekeeping for a complete cleaning. At first, they refused, being after midnight, but Kris insisted, assuring them no one on their floor would complain and enticing them with a generous tip - courtesy of their management. He had to remember to tell Jackass that in the morning.
He hoped Adam was getting some much needed sleep because Kris was sure he wouldn’t get any himself. The week’s events ran a marathon in his brain, a melodrama played out behind Kris’ closed eyelids like a horror movie - Adam missing, falling apart at the studios, standing on the edge of the roof, reliving the attack, collapsing in slow motion, screaming as the doctor sliced into him - a continuous circle of chaos.
Kris opened up the mini bar and emptied a few little bottle of vodka into a water glass. He promised Adam he’d be there, helping him through this. He downed the vodka and prayed for the strength. He pause the movie in his mind and drifted into a shallow sleep.
At 3:27am, he was awoken by the chiming of his cell phone. Eyes still closed, he felt around on the side table until he found it.
“What?” he murmured, still half asleep.
“Kris? Sorry, I should have known you’d be sleeping, ah, forget it. Bye.”
Kris bolted upright. “Adam? Hold on, don’t hang up!” Too late. “Damn it!” Adam’s voice had sounded small, like he was fighting back tears.
Kris looked up the number and called back. He reached the hospital switchboard but they refused to connect him. It didn’t matter that Adam had just placed a call; they weren’t allowed to put through calls in the middle of the night, particularly to the patient’s rooms.
Slipping on his sneakers, he grabbed a jacket and headed out the door. Goliath was still on duty by the elevator with another security guard.
“Adam?” he asked.
Kris nodded.
“Let’s go.”
--*--
They had no trouble coming in through the emergency entrance; getting to Adam’s floor was more difficult. They got off the elevator on the floor beneath and took the stairs up one flight. Adam’s room was just past the nurses’ station. Goliath told Kris to stay put and he walked over, engaging the solitary on-duty nurse in some kind of conversation. Kris managed to slip by and quietly entered Adam’s room.
Adam remained in the same position Kris had left him in. He was on his side, facing the door. His head was half buried in the pillow and he was clutching the blanket to his chest, crying softly. His eyes were closed tightly and lost in his suffering, he didn’t hear Kris come in.
“You know it’s rude to hang up on your best friend,” Kris softly joked, moving closer.
Adam looked up, surprise all over his face. “You shouldn’t be here. God, I’m screwing up everyone’s lives.” His face disappeared again as a new wave of emotion poured over him.
“Hey now, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” Kris sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on Adam’s hip. His thumb soothingly brushed back and forth. “What happened? Why did you call?”
Leaning back slightly on the pillows tucked behind him, Adam looked at Kris, his eyes red and swollen.
“The nurse gave me something to sleep but I had a nightmare.”
Kris moved up closer, his hand now on Adam’s side.
“I was in that abandoned store, they were grabbing at me, tearing my clothes off. I cried out for help and then there you were, in the doorway…”
“That’s good, right? I came to help you.”
“No, no, you don’t get it.” The tears trickled down. “They left me and swarmed you. I slumped to floor, all my strength gone and I watched them swallow you up. You yelled my name, begging for help, and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I’m so pathetic…so weak…I, I…”
Kris gathered Adam up in his arms and rocked him, urging Adam to let it all out, all the grief he’d been bottling up inside. Adam clung on, enrobed in Kris’ strength, enough strength for both of them. Adam wept until the tears no longer came. He pulled back a little, bracing himself up with one arm, the other having fallen to Kris’s waist. Kris reached over to the side table and grabbed the tissue box, placing it in Adam’s lap. Adam smiled sadly, pulling a few tissues and dabbing his eyes, blowing his nose.
“You always take care of me Kristopher; I don’t deserve you in my life. I don’t deserve anything.”
“For such an intelligent man, you can be really stupid.” Kris cupped Adam’s damp cheek, lifting his face up til their eyes met. “You deserve everything wonderful in life. You deserve to be happy, to have the career of your dreams, to be respected, to live your life however you choose. You are strong, generous, gracious, fabulous,” Kris’ thumb rubbed Adam’s bottom lip, “entrancing…beautiful…loveable.”
Kris’ mouth slowly descended on Adam’s. The universe granted them the briefest moment before Goliath stuck his head in the door. The boys pulled apart, Kris’ cheeks flaming red and Adam eyes blinking too quickly.
“Ah, sorry to interrupt but the nurse was called to another patient’s room. We better leave now before we’re caught.”
Kris nodded. “Head back to the stairwell; I’ll only be a moment.”
They gazed at each other, Kris’ hand still on Adam’s cheek, Adam’s hand rubbing Kris’ side.
“What was that?” Adam asked, his voice an angel’s whisper.
“I, I’m not sure but we’ll have to explore this more later.”
“Explore? Sounds intriguing.”
Kris cleared his throat and Adam settled back into bed.
“I’ll be back in the morning, later in the morning. If you have anymore nightmares, call me…and stay on the line this time.”
“I don’t think dreaming sweet dreams will be hard now.”
Kris squeezed Adam’s hand and left.
Within the hour, both friends were asleep, separate in their respective beds, together in one dream.
tbc
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
Get the tissues ready!
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Six - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
Part Seven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3610.html#cutid1
Part Eight - http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/904034.html#cutid1
PART NINE
Kris and Goliath arrived back at the hotel. Kris drove since big boy bodyguard was still shaky from the drama at the hospital. Adam seemed to hold up better than this guy did and Adam was the one being cut open.
A message from the police was waiting for him at the front desk. Trish had confessed everything and given up her accomplices. They needed Adam and Kris to give a statement. Kris called the arresting officer back and explained the current situation. He said he’d bring Adam in tomorrow if he was released from the hospital. This would be a great first step for Adam in claiming his life back - if Kris could get him to go.
As expected, their manager was waiting for him. Kris figured he would have discovered Adam missing by now and would be in a worse tirade than before. Kris was too tired and stressed to deal with this shit. He was about to behave very unlike himself.
“Where the fuck is he? I’m going to break his…!”
“Shut…up,” Kris stated calmly, clinching his fists at his side.
The other man was taken aback momentarily then with rage in his controlled voice demanded, “What did you say to me?”
Kris looked him in the eye. Voice steady, he answered. “Shut…up.”
“You little piece of shit, how dare you…”
A heavy, protective arm encircled Kris’s shoulders followed by a booming voice that rattled his bones.
“THE MAN SAID TO SHUT UP!”
Kris looked up at Goliath and smiled. Goliath cocked his head and shrugged. Okay, this guy’s a keeper, Kris thought to himself.
“We need to talk and you are going to listen. Inside. Now.”
The manager headed towards his suite.
“No,” Kris ordered quietly, “we’re going to Adam’s room.”
Kris swiped the key and all three entered. It was still a shock for Kris seeing the room in this condition but he had to use everything at his disposal to get through to this jackass. Of course, Jackass froze, jaw dropping open, as he slowly walked around, taking everything in. Kris bent down and picked up the scarf Adam had been wearing the past week. He turned it over, easily spotting the dry blood and yellow discharge. He set it on the bed, readily accessible if he needed more visuals.
Jackass sat on the bed. “Can I talk now?” he asked, calmer than before.
“If you can control yourself and really listen to me.”
Jackass nodded. “Where is he this time?”
Kris sat on the chair Adam had used hours before. Goliath stood by his side, arms crossed, daring Jackass to say something stupid.
“In the hospital just for tonight, maybe longer. It depends.”
“Hospital?”
Kris thought Jackass looked genuinely concerned. This might not be as hard as Kris thought.
“The day he went missing…”
“…when he decided to screw around instead of show up for work.” Goliath cleared his throat. “Sorry.”
“Adam lied to you. He lied to all of us really. But he felt he had to, given the circumstances.”
Jackass raised his eyebrows, keeping his big mouth closed.
“He wasn’t with an old friend. He was hiding out after being attacked.”
“Attacked? What do you mean attacked?”
“Attacked - assaulted, ambushed, mobbed, mauled - physically and emotionally.”
Jackass shook his head. “I don’t understand. Details please.”
Kris told him everything he knew, about the crazy fans, Adam’s anxiety attacks, his mental state and physical injuries. He explained the cut on Adam’s neck had festered and landed Adam in emergency with an infection attacking his body. Kris went into graphic detail about what Adam had gone through that night, knowing the pictures he conjured would have impact. He looked at Goliath. The big guy was turning green around the gills but kept firm at Kris’ side.
Jackass’ voice was quieter, the anger having faded away.
“Why didn’t he just tell me the truth?”
“Well…”
“…because I was being an asshole.”
“Well, yeah.” Kris got up from the chair and sat on the bed. “Adam would be the first to tell you he was wrong. He just felt embarrassed and humiliated - and in shock I imagine. He didn’t want to admit to anyone that he couldn’t defend himself. We’ve talked about it and he knows there was really nothing he could have done to stop it. He got away and that’s all he could do - then.”
“So, what’s next?”
“For you? You’re going to issue a press release, especially since the police are now involved and the story will get out. Give them a watered down version of what happened and leave out Adam’s behavior of late and not too many details about what they did to him. You need to get across that this behavior is wrong and that if it happens again, to any of us, there will be legal consequences.”
Jackass appeared annoyed at being ordered around by the Pocket Idol but held his tongue.
“You’re also going to beef up security, now and during the tour especially.”
“Anything else Mr. Allen?” Sarcasm dripped off his lips.
“Some time soon, you’re going to apologize to Adam and then everyone else for being such a prick. You’re going to take care of the tour and I’m going to take care of Adam.”
“Made you his protector, did he?”
“I appointed myself. He needs me…needs someone as he recovers. You do what I told you and I’ll do what I have to. Now get out, I need to clean up this mess.”
--*--
Kris collapsed on his bed, thoroughly exhausted. The hum of vacuum cleaners filled the silent air of his room. After putting Jackass in his place (God, that felt great), he gathered their fellow Idols together and told them what had happened. They were shocked, to say the least, but each one vowed to help Adam through this any way they could. They also made a pact to watch each other’s backs so this wouldn’t happen so someone else.
He had spent over an hour straightening up the worst of Adam’s mess before calling housekeeping for a complete cleaning. At first, they refused, being after midnight, but Kris insisted, assuring them no one on their floor would complain and enticing them with a generous tip - courtesy of their management. He had to remember to tell Jackass that in the morning.
He hoped Adam was getting some much needed sleep because Kris was sure he wouldn’t get any himself. The week’s events ran a marathon in his brain, a melodrama played out behind Kris’ closed eyelids like a horror movie - Adam missing, falling apart at the studios, standing on the edge of the roof, reliving the attack, collapsing in slow motion, screaming as the doctor sliced into him - a continuous circle of chaos.
Kris opened up the mini bar and emptied a few little bottle of vodka into a water glass. He promised Adam he’d be there, helping him through this. He downed the vodka and prayed for the strength. He pause the movie in his mind and drifted into a shallow sleep.
At 3:27am, he was awoken by the chiming of his cell phone. Eyes still closed, he felt around on the side table until he found it.
“What?” he murmured, still half asleep.
“Kris? Sorry, I should have known you’d be sleeping, ah, forget it. Bye.”
Kris bolted upright. “Adam? Hold on, don’t hang up!” Too late. “Damn it!” Adam’s voice had sounded small, like he was fighting back tears.
Kris looked up the number and called back. He reached the hospital switchboard but they refused to connect him. It didn’t matter that Adam had just placed a call; they weren’t allowed to put through calls in the middle of the night, particularly to the patient’s rooms.
Slipping on his sneakers, he grabbed a jacket and headed out the door. Goliath was still on duty by the elevator with another security guard.
“Adam?” he asked.
Kris nodded.
“Let’s go.”
--*--
They had no trouble coming in through the emergency entrance; getting to Adam’s floor was more difficult. They got off the elevator on the floor beneath and took the stairs up one flight. Adam’s room was just past the nurses’ station. Goliath told Kris to stay put and he walked over, engaging the solitary on-duty nurse in some kind of conversation. Kris managed to slip by and quietly entered Adam’s room.
Adam remained in the same position Kris had left him in. He was on his side, facing the door. His head was half buried in the pillow and he was clutching the blanket to his chest, crying softly. His eyes were closed tightly and lost in his suffering, he didn’t hear Kris come in.
“You know it’s rude to hang up on your best friend,” Kris softly joked, moving closer.
Adam looked up, surprise all over his face. “You shouldn’t be here. God, I’m screwing up everyone’s lives.” His face disappeared again as a new wave of emotion poured over him.
“Hey now, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.” Kris sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on Adam’s hip. His thumb soothingly brushed back and forth. “What happened? Why did you call?”
Leaning back slightly on the pillows tucked behind him, Adam looked at Kris, his eyes red and swollen.
“The nurse gave me something to sleep but I had a nightmare.”
Kris moved up closer, his hand now on Adam’s side.
“I was in that abandoned store, they were grabbing at me, tearing my clothes off. I cried out for help and then there you were, in the doorway…”
“That’s good, right? I came to help you.”
“No, no, you don’t get it.” The tears trickled down. “They left me and swarmed you. I slumped to floor, all my strength gone and I watched them swallow you up. You yelled my name, begging for help, and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I’m so pathetic…so weak…I, I…”
Kris gathered Adam up in his arms and rocked him, urging Adam to let it all out, all the grief he’d been bottling up inside. Adam clung on, enrobed in Kris’ strength, enough strength for both of them. Adam wept until the tears no longer came. He pulled back a little, bracing himself up with one arm, the other having fallen to Kris’s waist. Kris reached over to the side table and grabbed the tissue box, placing it in Adam’s lap. Adam smiled sadly, pulling a few tissues and dabbing his eyes, blowing his nose.
“You always take care of me Kristopher; I don’t deserve you in my life. I don’t deserve anything.”
“For such an intelligent man, you can be really stupid.” Kris cupped Adam’s damp cheek, lifting his face up til their eyes met. “You deserve everything wonderful in life. You deserve to be happy, to have the career of your dreams, to be respected, to live your life however you choose. You are strong, generous, gracious, fabulous,” Kris’ thumb rubbed Adam’s bottom lip, “entrancing…beautiful…loveable.”
Kris’ mouth slowly descended on Adam’s. The universe granted them the briefest moment before Goliath stuck his head in the door. The boys pulled apart, Kris’ cheeks flaming red and Adam eyes blinking too quickly.
“Ah, sorry to interrupt but the nurse was called to another patient’s room. We better leave now before we’re caught.”
Kris nodded. “Head back to the stairwell; I’ll only be a moment.”
They gazed at each other, Kris’ hand still on Adam’s cheek, Adam’s hand rubbing Kris’ side.
“What was that?” Adam asked, his voice an angel’s whisper.
“I, I’m not sure but we’ll have to explore this more later.”
“Explore? Sounds intriguing.”
Kris cleared his throat and Adam settled back into bed.
“I’ll be back in the morning, later in the morning. If you have anymore nightmares, call me…and stay on the line this time.”
“I don’t think dreaming sweet dreams will be hard now.”
Kris squeezed Adam’s hand and left.
Within the hour, both friends were asleep, separate in their respective beds, together in one dream.
tbc