Honesty Is Honestly The Hardest Thing - 9/?
Title: Honesty Is Honestly The Hardest Thing
Pairing: Gen....almost definitely going to stay gen...I'll let you know otherwise.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This exists in the same land as the Clangers. Only difference is I wish they were real whereas this....definitely do not wish it was real.
Warning: Violence, swearing, homophobia, and just nastiness.
Summery: One event can change the life of everyone involved. It's an idea that everyone knows but it's not something anyone actually understands until it happens to them.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8
“We should call his parents.”
“Shouldn’t we ask him first?”
“Honey if it was one of my babies and no one contacted me there’s not a force on this earth that could get me to forgive them.”
“But…”
“No buts Katy. The boy needs his Mama as much as she’ll need to be here.”
Kris edged his way to awareness and found himself surprised by the large form within his arms. As the events of the previous night rushed back to him Kris made sure to keep his arms wrapped around the body in front of him. It had taken several strong pain killers and 30 minutes of whispered songs to get Adam to sleep so waking him now, even accidentally, was not on Kris’s list of things to do. However, if Lil and Katy kept talking in the doorway like they were the likelihood was Adam would wake up anyway.
Kris opened his eyes and glanced first at the head of black hair on the pillow in front of him and then at the women. Gently untangling his arms from the older man Kris slid out of the bed. Katy and Lil looked over at him as he moved and Kris motioned them out of the room. Tucking the duvet in firmly around Adam Kris hoped that it would feel almost as comforting as his arms had and that Adam’s desperately needed healing sleep wouldn’t be disturbed. Kris grabbed his glasses off of the bedside cabinet and making his way out of the room glanced at the clock. He was shocked to see that it was still only 5:00am. It was less than 24 hours ago that he’d been having a conversation with Adam about why he hadn’t invited him to Vegas while sitting in the airport’s waiting lounge. Kris shook away the thought that if he had let Adam join them in Vegas they would all be tumbling into bed round about now and no one would have any bruises or cuts that weren’t alcohol and fun induced.
Exiting the room Kris saw that Lil and Katy were waiting for him outside the door. He moved them all down the hall a little; far enough away that hopefully they wouldn’t disturb Adam but close enough that he hoped to hear any signs of distress.
“Now, what was so important it couldn’t wait?”
Kris looked at his wife and his friend. Both were wearing their sleep clothes and holding cups of coffee but he wasn’t sure either of them had been to bed. Part of him suspected that neither of them had even attempted to get any sleep that night and that both had just pushed right on through to the morning. Neither had any make up on and, along with the obvious signs of tiredness, he could see a redness around their eyes that indicated both had done their fair share of crying.
“Someone needs to call Adam’s Mama.”
Katy sighed and Kris wondered if they’d been discussing this for long before he’d woken up.
“I still think that it should be Adam’s decision.”
“She’s going to find out anyway, hell, Adam’s so famous it’ll probably be in the news today somehow and do you really want her to find out that her baby was hurt through the press?”
Kris didn’t like the idea of taking any control away from Adam either but he had to agree with Lil. Information about Adam, about both of them, got around so quickly nowadays that if anyone got a hint of what had happened it would be all over the place in no time.
“You don’t think…how would they know? We were the only ones there. No one found him first or they’d have called for help. And no one can have seen anything, if they had they’d have helped. Wouldn’t they?”
Katy turned to Kris, desperation on her face, and grabbed his hands. The strong woman from last night was gone replaced in tiredness by a scared and tearful girl. Kris loved Katy more than ever in that moment in the knowledge that she’d held it together for as long as she’d needed to help his, their, friend. She’d pushed away her own feelings while she’d needed to be in control but now she was relinquishing that control to him.
“They’d have helped right? No one could walk away like that. No one would have just left him! Who would do that? Why would someone do that?”
Kris pulled one of his hands away from Katy’s and brought it up to her face. He combed his hand through her hair trying to comfort her.
“Baby, sweetie, I don’t think that’s what Lil meant. Right Lil?”
“Oh honey no, of course not. I just meant that his Mama needs to know and God forbid she finds out through any other way than being told by either Adam or one of his friends.”
“But you said…”
“I know what I said and I’m sorry. I worded it badly.”
Kris pulled a tearful Katy into his arms and smiled his thanks at Lil. He knew that she’d just backtracked on her argument but Katy was apparently too tired to be able to deal with the reality of their lives at this moment. Kris loved his new life, as he knew Adam did, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be regretful for the changes that new life had inflicted on their loved ones. Kris knew that no matter how it happened the press would somehow find out about the events of last night. He would not allow Leila to hear about her son that way.
“Why don’t you two head down and start making breakfast. I’ll call Leila and tell her.”
“Do you think Adam’s going to be up for breakfast?”
“I have no idea baby but let’s have something ready just in case.”
Kris kissed Katy and then reluctantly pulled away. He watched as Lil took his wife’s hand and led her down the corridor to the stairs. Katy glanced back at Kris and he sent a small smile her way.
Kris headed back into the bedroom and looked around for Adam’s phone. Finding it on a chair by the bed Kris quietly moved over and picked it up. He was just about to start to leave the room again when he felt a hand on his wrist. Turning to the bed he found Adam’s non-swollen eye looking at him.
“I’ll do it.”
Kris stared at the man in front of him unsure if Adam even knew what Kris was about to do.
“I’ll call her.”
Kris saw the resolution in his eyes and found himself handing over the phone without thinking. He didn’t know if Adam was awake enough for this but maybe Adam calling Leila would be best for both mother and son. Both would gain comfort from the contact, as brief and as distant as it would be.
“We’ll be downstairs making breakfast when you’re ready.”
“Okay. Kris, thank you. For everything.”
Kris hesitated a second before leaning forward and pulling Adam into a full body hug. He wrapped his arms around his friend, Adam’s head resting in the crook of his collarbone, and held him close. Kris choked back the tears that wanted to fall and ran a hand through Adam’s hair. His voice was rough when he spoke.
“Anytime. Anytime. You hear me. I am always here for you. I love you.”
“Love you too man.”
Kris pulled away and attempted to pull himself together.
“You’d better call your Mom. I’ll be…well…you know.”
Kris spun on his heels and left the room. He stopped outside of the door but didn’t close it. He waited, needing to hear that Adam was going to call his mother and not simply pretend to. He didn’t have to wait for long.
“Mom? Mommy!”
Kris had to stop himself from re-entering the room at the hitch in Adam’s breath. Listening closely for a second he could hear that Adam wasn’t crying but was awfully close; the actual breakdown would be put on hold until Leila was there in person. Nodding to himself Kris gave his friend some privacy and made his way to join the others in the kitchen.
Part 10
Pairing: Gen....almost definitely going to stay gen...I'll let you know otherwise.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This exists in the same land as the Clangers. Only difference is I wish they were real whereas this....definitely do not wish it was real.
Warning: Violence, swearing, homophobia, and just nastiness.
Summery: One event can change the life of everyone involved. It's an idea that everyone knows but it's not something anyone actually understands until it happens to them.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 Part 8
“We should call his parents.”
“Shouldn’t we ask him first?”
“Honey if it was one of my babies and no one contacted me there’s not a force on this earth that could get me to forgive them.”
“But…”
“No buts Katy. The boy needs his Mama as much as she’ll need to be here.”
Kris edged his way to awareness and found himself surprised by the large form within his arms. As the events of the previous night rushed back to him Kris made sure to keep his arms wrapped around the body in front of him. It had taken several strong pain killers and 30 minutes of whispered songs to get Adam to sleep so waking him now, even accidentally, was not on Kris’s list of things to do. However, if Lil and Katy kept talking in the doorway like they were the likelihood was Adam would wake up anyway.
Kris opened his eyes and glanced first at the head of black hair on the pillow in front of him and then at the women. Gently untangling his arms from the older man Kris slid out of the bed. Katy and Lil looked over at him as he moved and Kris motioned them out of the room. Tucking the duvet in firmly around Adam Kris hoped that it would feel almost as comforting as his arms had and that Adam’s desperately needed healing sleep wouldn’t be disturbed. Kris grabbed his glasses off of the bedside cabinet and making his way out of the room glanced at the clock. He was shocked to see that it was still only 5:00am. It was less than 24 hours ago that he’d been having a conversation with Adam about why he hadn’t invited him to Vegas while sitting in the airport’s waiting lounge. Kris shook away the thought that if he had let Adam join them in Vegas they would all be tumbling into bed round about now and no one would have any bruises or cuts that weren’t alcohol and fun induced.
Exiting the room Kris saw that Lil and Katy were waiting for him outside the door. He moved them all down the hall a little; far enough away that hopefully they wouldn’t disturb Adam but close enough that he hoped to hear any signs of distress.
“Now, what was so important it couldn’t wait?”
Kris looked at his wife and his friend. Both were wearing their sleep clothes and holding cups of coffee but he wasn’t sure either of them had been to bed. Part of him suspected that neither of them had even attempted to get any sleep that night and that both had just pushed right on through to the morning. Neither had any make up on and, along with the obvious signs of tiredness, he could see a redness around their eyes that indicated both had done their fair share of crying.
“Someone needs to call Adam’s Mama.”
Katy sighed and Kris wondered if they’d been discussing this for long before he’d woken up.
“I still think that it should be Adam’s decision.”
“She’s going to find out anyway, hell, Adam’s so famous it’ll probably be in the news today somehow and do you really want her to find out that her baby was hurt through the press?”
Kris didn’t like the idea of taking any control away from Adam either but he had to agree with Lil. Information about Adam, about both of them, got around so quickly nowadays that if anyone got a hint of what had happened it would be all over the place in no time.
“You don’t think…how would they know? We were the only ones there. No one found him first or they’d have called for help. And no one can have seen anything, if they had they’d have helped. Wouldn’t they?”
Katy turned to Kris, desperation on her face, and grabbed his hands. The strong woman from last night was gone replaced in tiredness by a scared and tearful girl. Kris loved Katy more than ever in that moment in the knowledge that she’d held it together for as long as she’d needed to help his, their, friend. She’d pushed away her own feelings while she’d needed to be in control but now she was relinquishing that control to him.
“They’d have helped right? No one could walk away like that. No one would have just left him! Who would do that? Why would someone do that?”
Kris pulled one of his hands away from Katy’s and brought it up to her face. He combed his hand through her hair trying to comfort her.
“Baby, sweetie, I don’t think that’s what Lil meant. Right Lil?”
“Oh honey no, of course not. I just meant that his Mama needs to know and God forbid she finds out through any other way than being told by either Adam or one of his friends.”
“But you said…”
“I know what I said and I’m sorry. I worded it badly.”
Kris pulled a tearful Katy into his arms and smiled his thanks at Lil. He knew that she’d just backtracked on her argument but Katy was apparently too tired to be able to deal with the reality of their lives at this moment. Kris loved his new life, as he knew Adam did, but sometimes he couldn’t help but be regretful for the changes that new life had inflicted on their loved ones. Kris knew that no matter how it happened the press would somehow find out about the events of last night. He would not allow Leila to hear about her son that way.
“Why don’t you two head down and start making breakfast. I’ll call Leila and tell her.”
“Do you think Adam’s going to be up for breakfast?”
“I have no idea baby but let’s have something ready just in case.”
Kris kissed Katy and then reluctantly pulled away. He watched as Lil took his wife’s hand and led her down the corridor to the stairs. Katy glanced back at Kris and he sent a small smile her way.
Kris headed back into the bedroom and looked around for Adam’s phone. Finding it on a chair by the bed Kris quietly moved over and picked it up. He was just about to start to leave the room again when he felt a hand on his wrist. Turning to the bed he found Adam’s non-swollen eye looking at him.
“I’ll do it.”
Kris stared at the man in front of him unsure if Adam even knew what Kris was about to do.
“I’ll call her.”
Kris saw the resolution in his eyes and found himself handing over the phone without thinking. He didn’t know if Adam was awake enough for this but maybe Adam calling Leila would be best for both mother and son. Both would gain comfort from the contact, as brief and as distant as it would be.
“We’ll be downstairs making breakfast when you’re ready.”
“Okay. Kris, thank you. For everything.”
Kris hesitated a second before leaning forward and pulling Adam into a full body hug. He wrapped his arms around his friend, Adam’s head resting in the crook of his collarbone, and held him close. Kris choked back the tears that wanted to fall and ran a hand through Adam’s hair. His voice was rough when he spoke.
“Anytime. Anytime. You hear me. I am always here for you. I love you.”
“Love you too man.”
Kris pulled away and attempted to pull himself together.
“You’d better call your Mom. I’ll be…well…you know.”
Kris spun on his heels and left the room. He stopped outside of the door but didn’t close it. He waited, needing to hear that Adam was going to call his mother and not simply pretend to. He didn’t have to wait for long.
“Mom? Mommy!”
Kris had to stop himself from re-entering the room at the hitch in Adam’s breath. Listening closely for a second he could hear that Adam wasn’t crying but was awfully close; the actual breakdown would be put on hold until Leila was there in person. Nodding to himself Kris gave his friend some privacy and made his way to join the others in the kitchen.
Part 10