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Pocket Hero

Title: Pocket Hero
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13

Summary: Kris stands by his man.

Disclaimer: None of this is real. I do not mean any harm nor do I make any money from this. I claim no rights to any person/character mentioned herein.

Notes: Response to the ontd_ai Drabble Meme request by anonymous: Adam/Kris friendship or slash. PG-13ish. Post-Idol. Kris is really protective of Adam -- he tries to protect from the media, other contestants, or just random detractors. I'd love to see Kris yell at someone or just try to save Adam in general.




Adam follows the rest of the male Idols out of the bus several hours before the show, smiling involuntarily when the nearly hysterical screams double in volume the second the door opens.

He hasn’t yet decided where “fan-interaction” rates with the other experiences of this newfound stardom, but it’s definitely in the top five.

It doesn't matter how clichéd it sounds: the fans really are everything. Glamberts, Lambskanks, ontd_aiers… He welcomes them all to his freckled, Dior Homme-scented bosom.

Adam patiently and happily makes his way down the seemingly never-ending row of people, signing autographs and putting his arm around fans for photos.

After he finishes signing someone’s shamelessly-made photomanip of him and Kris in a compromising position, he moves to the next person with his marker still raised and ready.

It takes him a moment to realize the woman in front of him has her arms crossed in an obvious gesture of anger and is concentrating her most potent death glare at him.

“You better not do anything obscene,” she says without preface, her voice strained and high, “There are children here, you know.”

The hand holding the marker lowers uncertainly.

“I don’t understand how you made it to the top two with Kris. You’re not good enough to even be in the same room with him. I only came to see the other Idols. I hate that you’re here! You’re ruining the entire tour!”

Adam is made out of strong stuff, but he can admit it: the feverish and piggish vehemence with which she spews nastiness at him is startling. For a moment, he is rooted to the spot.

“You’re just gross,” the woman digs in, “Why are you even here?”

The fans around them shush her and boo, but she only responds by raising her voice to its maximum.

“I feel sorry for Kris! I can’t believe he had to share a room with a pervert like you!”

When it becomes clear that this tirade is based entirely on the fact of his sexuality, Adam snaps out of his stupor.

Whatever. Nothing new here.

He’s mentally assessing the best reaction to the situation (thinly-veiled snark, complete disregard, roundhouse kick to the face) when the woman shifts closer to the barrier and Adam glances at the shadowed space behind her.

There’s a diminished-looking girl standing there, pale face and eyes turned towards the ground at her feet. She holds her now-forgotten copy of Rolling Stone in a tight fist. The wrinkled cover makes his face look malformed.

Adam can’t look away from her, not even as her mother presses hard against the guardrail and jabs a finger towards his chest.The thickened August air suddenly feels like cement in his lungs.

“… disgusting. How can you even look at yourself in the mirror? It’s filth like you…”

A hand suddenly takes hold of Adam’s wrist to pull him back slightly and he goes without resistance.

Kris steps in front of him a moment later, facing down the dissenter with all his five foot sixish frame.

“What’s going on here?” Kris addresses the woman and it’s obvious Laid-Back Kris has just announced Oh-Hells-No Kris to the podium.

Adam is once again glad for their height discrepancy. Otherwise, he might have missed the nearly-comical bewilderment that transforms the woman’s face.

She doesn’t have an answer for Kris’s question, but even if she did, he wasn’t going to listen to that noise.

“I can’t believe the things I heard you say. What kind of example are you setting for all the fans here, especially the young ones?”

“It’s not-”

“A fan of mine shouldn't behave this way,” he cuts her off, moving closer to the guardrail when she retreats, “A human being shouldn't behave this way.”

The surrounding audience claps and whistles. There's a couple encouraging “You tell her, Kris!” and “Preach!” thrown in as well.

“Adam’s an amazing person and he deserves to be treated with respect,” Kris continues, the disapproving lines in his body making him look like a tightly-wound, life-sized doll, “That kind of hatred is not okay. I don’t know why you thought speaking to him like that was going to be cool.”

It shouldn’t be possible, but the woman’s face becomes even more repugnant with its mottled flush and sweaty sheen.

When she doesn’t move or speak, Kris steps to the side of her and holds out his hand to the young girl.

“Did you want that signed, miss?” he asks and the kindness in his voice is a stark contrast from just a second before.

Despite looking like a frightened bird, the girl finds the courage to step forward just enough to hand the magazine to Kris, who signs it quickly before giving it to Adam.

Adam’s vision is a little blurry, but he manages to scrawl his name across the cover so that it’s mostly legible.

“We’ll be back in a sec,” Kris promises the other fans after he gives back the keepsake and entwines his fingers with Adam’s.

(Adam decides the freak-out over the hand-holding in public can wait until later.)

By the time Kris has led them to the other side of the bus away from the view of the crowd, that tell-tale prickling in Adam’s eyes has intensified. (Oh, shit. His eyeliner.)

Kris reaches up with both hands to hold Adam’s face with gentle care.

“Don’t. She’s nothing.”

“But, that kid,” Adam shakes his head, trying to dissolve the frustrated anger that threatens to pull him under, “It’s just so fucked up.”

“She’ll be okay,” Kris promises and his quiet, but dedicated conviction makes Adam a believer, “They all will with you to inspire them. No ignorant yahoo can take that away.”

Adam sighs, bending down slightly to be closer to Kris’s upturned face.

“How can you be so perfect?”

Kris just smiles and gets on his tiptoes so he can hug Adam properly.

"Aren't you glad you don't have to hire more bodyguards?"



END



Notes Yeah, I know IRL security would have had Adam's back, but nothing is quite so intimidating (and cute) as hero!Kris.
Tags: adam/kris, slash
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