cjmarlowe | and still more ficlets

And here are the last of the ficlets I wrote for the HAWC donation drive. This is the All-Kradam and mostly AU post. (If you're linked to this post directly and want to see it with the cut tags intact, click here.)

Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.

Adam/Kris. 1456 words. PG-13. For

binkleywtf.
At Last

Prompt: Kradam fic from Adam's perspective where Kris is making a big romantic gesture and sweeping Adam off of his feet

Kris obviously wasn't expecting Adam to say no to him, which kind of makes Adam feel terrible but the answer is still the same.

"I don't understand," he says, and it's not a ploy for sympathy like it would've been from some people. Kris is clever, and occasionally sarcastic, but he doesn't have a disingenuous bone in his body.

"No," says Adam again, gently, "because you've only just come out to yourself, and you've hardly been divorced for much longer than that. You're rebounding. You're not doing it on purpose, but you want to try things out and in some weird way I'm the safest gay man you know. So I love you, but no. I can't go out with you."

"Oh," says Kris, and Adam can see he's listened at least, even if he's still got that lost, confused look on his face. "I'm just going to..." He jerks a thumb back over his shoulder, the universal signal for 'I'm going to take off in embarrassment now', and Adam wishes he hadn't made him feel that way, but it was the only possible answer.

It's not even about what he wants, it's about being the one who has to make the best decision for both of them right now.

"Okay," says Adam, hovering in the doorway and watching him take an awkward couple of steps backwards before he turns to go. "But we're still...we're okay, right?"

Kris looks back over his shoulder and gives Adam a genuine, if weak, smile. "Yeah, we're okay," he promises him, and then he goes.

Adam still feels like a shit, because who wants to be the one to make Kris Allen sad? He lingers there for a little while, then finally closes the door on the conversation and decides to call it a night.

Things aren't okay, though. Well, they're okay, but they're not the same. They still text and talk and don't go a day without communicating in some way, but there's a weird kind of a distance now. He knows that Kris goes out with a couple of guys only through a very exclusive grapevine, and not because Kris even hinted at it.

Doing the right thing sometimes sucks.

Work keeps them both busy anyway, thankfully not on tour right now (Adam loves touring, but it's nice to be home for a while) but still with a deluge of commitments to take care of, and that's on top of trying to start to put another album together. Maybe that's for the best.

It's on a rare day of leisure that Cassidy shows up on his doorstep with a bottle of wine and a smile. "I kind of figured you'd be having a day in," he says, "so I thought I'd give people something to talk about and show up to keep you company."

"You just want your turn in the tabloids," says Adam, and doesn't even try to pretend he's not happy to see him. It's all too rare he can just relax anymore, and Cassidy's always been someone he can relax around. He doesn't actually think there are photographers in his bushes, though stranger things have happened.

They don't crack the wine open yet, saving it for sometime that's not mid-afternoon, and after Cassidy plays him a few tracks he's just recorded, he digs the remote out from under a couch cushion and turns the television on.

"Oprah?" says Adam. "Really?"

Cassidy shrugs his shoulders as he sits down. "Your boy's on today," he says. "Might as well enjoy the fact that you can actually watch it for once instead of streaming it later."

And Adam can't deny that it'll be nice to have the chance to see Kris, even if it's not in person.

The show is nominally about reality show winners and how their lives are changed by the win, but she's only got three guests on and Adam figures that Kris is just big enough a name with just big enough a public divorce following his win that he's a shoo-in for this kind of thing. And sure enough, it's Kris's divorce more than his success that she zeroes in on.

"So are you dating?" she asks him. "I'm sure there are lots of ladies who'd die for a chance to go out with Kris Allen now that they've got a shot."

Kris gives her that modest grin of his and crosses one ankle over his knee and Adam winces for how awkward this has to be for him, all things considered. "It took me a while," he says. "I didn't want to rush into anything." But then he goes on to add, "I've gone out with a couple of guys lately, though," and Adam's heart almost stops.

By the look on her face, Adam doesn't think this was an answer that was vetted ahead of time. "A couple of guys?" she says.

"Yeah," says Kris, like he hasn't just come out on national television. "Nothing serious, just a couple of dates to get my feet wet. I haven't dated in a long time, so a lot of it's really new to me. And I've definitely never tried to date with all this other hoopla in my life."

"So was that a factor in your divorce, then?" she says, never loosing her footing. "It wasn't just the pressure of your newfound fame?"

"No, no, not at all," Kris says quickly, shaking his head. "It's not really anything new for me, but I was already with someone I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. When that didn't work out the way we thought it would, it's just something that happened organically. It wasn't a factor at all."

"So I guess I should say that there are lots of ladies and gentlemen who might have a shot with you now," she says.

Kris laughs, blushing faintly, barely visible under his makeup but Adam knows what to look for. "Yeah, that would be more accurate," he says.

"So why come out now?" she says. "Is this something you just wanted to get off your chest? Widening the dating pool?"

"Actually," says Kris with another self-conscious little laugh, "I'm doing this so Adam Lambert will go out with me. Do you think I've got a shot?"

"I think if you're ever going to have a shot, it's right now," she says.

"Did you know?" says Adam.

Cassidy raises his hands in a gesture of pure innocence. "Kris asked me to make sure you were watching," is all he'll admit to. "That's all I know. And since he's never asked anything else of me, I figured it was important."

Adam looks back at the screen but they've gone to commercial, and the show is pre-taped which means Kris isn't in Chicago right now, he's somewhere else, maybe watching the show, anxious about Adam's reaction, waiting for him to call. Or maybe not anxious, Adam has no idea, but if he wanted to make sure Adam was watching then he's waiting for something.

Then there's a knock at the door and Cassidy stands up. "Betting that's my cue to go," he says, heading for the back door. Maybe he does know more than he was letting on, or maybe it isn't hard to guess who might be there.

Adam opens the door and it's like a repeat of a scene from a few months ago: he leans against the doorframe and Kris stands there with his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels.

"So you haven't really given me any reason to think you've changed your mind about any of this," he says, looking up at him hopefully, "but I just thought I'd give it a shot again anyway, just in case. Do you think you might want to go out with me some time?"

"We can't go out anywhere now," says Adam, letting out a laugh in spite of himself. "We'd be mobbed."

Kris shrugs and gives him a sheepish grin. "I'd be okay with that," he says, "if you'd say yes. I also wrote a song for you, if that helps. In case the Oprah thing didn't work."

A few months ago Adam had a lot of very good arguments why they couldn't do this, but now? Now he can't think of a single one.

"If we can't go out," he says, "I guess we'll have to stay in."

He opens the door wider to let Kris inside and in that moment, as Kris looks up at him and brightens as he understands the 'yes' that's in his answer, Adam knows he wants nothing more than to be putting that look on Kris's face for a very long time.

Adam/Kris. 2597 words. PG-13. For

wildchild1222. AU.
To Thine Own Self Be True

Prompt: a Kradam college setting AU (or a Shakespeare Kradam AU)

Kris Allen is not actually a huge fan of college. He's not a terrible student, but he's pretty solidly average, and he just doesn't have all that much interest in what he's doing. He's really only there because he wasn't sure what else to do, and in a year and a half he's (probably) going to graduate middle of his class with a degree in something he doesn't care about and still have no idea what he's going to do with the rest of his life.

It also turns out that college isn't the only thing he's not spectacular at.

"Maybe we should take a break," says Katy as they sit down to lunch together, cold sandwiches and sodas between classes. "You're not happy, Kris."

"That's not because of you," he says immediately, but he knows it's also not fair to her that Kris is so unenthused about their college life together. After breaking up after Kris's senior year and spending a lonely few months apart, they thought it was going to be great, getting back together when Katy finished high school. But it just wasn't the same anymore.

"I know," she says, stealing his pickle, "but maybe we should try something else for a while and see how that feels."

"Like being friends again?"

"Like actually trying to be friends this time, and not just counting down the days till we feel like we can be together," she says. "I feel like we created unrealistic expectations."

It's been a year and a half since they got back together, and maybe they should've had this conversation a long time ago but inertia just kept them on the path they both always expected to be on.

"Okay," says Kris, surprising himself with how easy it is in the end.

He's pretty sure neither of them is going to be counting the days this time.

Cale calls him up later, obviously having heard the news through the grapevine since Kris hasn't said a word. He turns down the offer to hang out at Brandon's party, since that's the last thing that's going to help him get his mind off things, but promises to meet him for lunch tomorrow.

The thing is, Kris isn't even sure he's that broken up about it. He's sad, but more than that it just feeds into the feeling that maybe he took a wrong turn with his life somewhere and he really has no idea now just what kind of future he's headed for now that the one sure thing is suddenly not even in the picture.

Somehow that's how he ends up at the Churchill Hotel, giving his fake ID a workout as he drinks vodka and eats pretzels and watches a tech guy in a ripped Bowie t-shirt set up the sound system for some kind of show that Kris figures he's going to stay for because his butt is pretty comfortable on that stool.

The last thing he expected was to become part of the show.

"Emergency!" says a tall guy in leather pants and heavy eye makeup, suddenly emerging from the door right close to the bar, and Kris braces himself for something like 'electrical fire' or 'heart attack', but instead he says to the bartender, "Brad, is there anyone you can call right this second who can play piano for me?"

"Can't Cassidy play?"

"He sprained his fucking wrist," the guys says. "Just now. He's got it wrapped and he can still do his number but I’m screwed if I don't find someone else who can play in the next fifteen minutes."

"Then you're screwed," says the bartender, "because even if I did have someone who isn't already busy tonight, fifteen minutes is not enough time to get here."

"I play," Kris finds himself saying out of the blue. He blames the bottom of his third drink. "If you can give me a few minutes to warm up. And it's not something too complicated."

"Oh bless you, I have no idea who you are but you're now my favorite boy in this entire place," he says.

"Kris," he says. "Um. I'm Kris."

"Adam," he introduces himself, "and I'm going to steal you right now. Brad, if he's running a tab it's on me." Kris isn't, but he appreciates the gesture anyway as Adam leads him very quickly through what is apparently a storage area and into the tiny backstage. "I hope you play more than a little because I'm just going to have to throw you into the deep end here."

"I can keep up," says Kris. He's not really trained, but he can pick up a tune pretty quickly and he figures that's what Adam needs. "So, um. What kind of a show is this?"

Adam stares at him like he's grown a second head, then just laughs. And laughs. "Oh, wow," he says. "Are you in for a wild ride. Welcome to the Starlight Cabaret."

Kris is about as out of his element as he's ever been, but at the same time he kind of feels right at home. And if everyone's way too busy to give him a proper greeting, none of them treat him like he doesn't belong there either. They just let Kris do his thing, following Adam around and banging out a few chords on the old piano and taking it all in.

He plays for both of Adam's numbers, a mellow and haunting Dust in the Wind to start with, followed later by a pretty stunning rendition of Crazy, which is a lot more sexual a song than Kris remembers it being.

"Where did you even come from?" Adam asks him afterwards, which Kris takes to mean he did an all right job.

"The School of Business," says Kris, a little more dismally than he means to.

"Oh," says Adam. "So that's where all the good ones hide. I hope that doesn't mean I'm never going to see you again."

"I had a good time tonight," says Kris, and he did. He had a better time tonight than he remembers having in a while, honestly. "I was kind of having a lousy time before."

"Nobody drinks alone at a bar if they're having a good time," says Adam, which is only surprising because he hadn't realized Adam even noticed. "Well, if you ever feel the urge to let out your non-business side again, you will always be welcome. Here, let me give you my number." He's halfway through writing it on the back of Kris's hand when he looks up at him and grins. "And feel free to use it for non-professional reasons too."

"I, uh...yeah," says Kris, and suddenly he really doesn't want to tell Adam he was moping at the bar because he broke up with his girlfriend. Suddenly he doesn't want to mention girlfriends at all.

He doesn't call for a couple of days, taking the time to get his shit together, to sort out some of Katy's things from his and make sure they get back to her. It's kind of cathartic, in a way he didn't realize it would be. It means a real ending this time, and it's only by actually ending it and not prolonging things again that he thinks they can finally let their relationship become something else.

So it's not so much a break as a break-up, and they both acknowledge that when he brings her things to her dorm room. It feels good.

He's not sure what he's looking for when he calls Adam, he only knows that he'd regret it if he didn't. Playing for him at the cabaret opened a door that he didn't even really know existed, into a world he doesn't know a lot about but thinks he might like to.

"Well, shit," says Adam, "I'm right in the middle of a rehearsal. But hey, if you're on campus you should come watch, we could use a fresh set of eyes on this scene."

"Rehearsal for what?" says Kris, because with what he knows of Adam, it could be one of so very many things.

"The Tempest," says Adam. "Did I mention I'm a theater student?"

Kris would've remembered that, but somehow it's not the least bit surprising. "I would've guessed music, gun to my head," he says, though. "Shakespeare. Huh. Yeah, okay. Where are you?"

He's not really as familiar with that area of the campus as he would've liked to have been, and as he jots down the directions he kind of wonders why that is. He's always been musical. He's always been creative in that way. But it's always sort of taken a back seat to the more pragmatic things in life. And maybe, in the back of his head, he felt like exploring this area would've been torturing himself with things he didn't think he could have.

He's not exactly expecting Adam to be in tights, he knows modern Shakespeare better than that, but the tight and well-worn pants are a close thing. Adam practically beams when he sees him, and it feels good to have his presence wanted like that.

"Just sit right there in the front row," he says as Kris walks down the aisle of the tiny student theater. "I'm not going to make you work for your supper this time."

"I didn't get supper last time," Kris points out, and Adam grins.

"Something we're going to have to rectify later," he says, then as Kris sits down where he's told Adam gets back to work. He's the work hard, play hard type, apparently, because he just throws himself into it and for a little while it's almost like Kris isn't even there.

They do have dinner, just a casual thing with a couple of Adam's friends that Kris met the other night at the cabaret and a couple that he didn't. And it just feels good, it feels relaxing. It feels like just what he needed.

After that he joins them every once in a while, sitting in on a rehearsal, going for drinks, and one memorable time going to watch a burlesque show, which he thinks he enjoyed more than they expected him to, though he still gave them the blush they were looking for, and then some.

He hangs out with Cale again, at first just to reassure him that he hasn't dropped off the face of the planet, and then because it actually isn't as hard as he thought to stay a part of that life, and he hasn't so much left it behind as just added to it. Cale is the first person Kris tells he thinks he might be gay, and Cale doesn't look nearly as surprised as Kris thought he'd be. He wonders what else he missed while he was busy being what he was expected to be.

Then he has coffee with Katy, and he remembers what fantastic friends they are and always have been. He tells her too, and is a little embarrassed at how unsurprised she seems to be, all things considered. But once he does, she tells him about this guy she's seeing too, and suddenly they're talking again. He missed that about them, and it means the world to have it back.

Kris passes his mid-terms. Barely. And he lets his new friends convince him to bring his guitar to a local open mic night, which is much more of a success.

When he's invited - and by 'invited' he means 'ordered to go' - to the debut, and probably one and only performance, of the student theatre group's production of The Tempest, he lets Adam attempt to dress him up for it.

"The problem isn't your style," says Adam, "it's that you don't wear anything that fits. You could go at least a size smaller in these jeans, and probably two."

"I dunno, they're comfortable," says Kris. "Nobody's going to be looking at me with you on stage anyway."

He says it like he's counting on that, but Adam takes it as a compliment. And Kris can't say it isn't a compliment because Adam is absolutely captivating. Nobody is going to be looking at Kris with Adam anywhere nearby.

"Careful, I might think you're interested," says Adam playfully.

"I'm kind of through with being careful," says Kris, and he knows exactly what he's saying when he says it.

As does Adam.

"I have to go on stage in an hour," he says. "You can't say that when I have to go on stage in an hour!"

Kris should feel guilty, but he just laughs. "Okay," he says. "I take it back and I'll say it again after curtain call, how about that?"

"Well it's too late now," says Adam, winding Kris's belt around his hand instead of handing it over. "Do you mean it?"

"Yeah," says Kris, and lets out a soft breath. "I do. I mean it."

"We," says Adam, "are going to have the most amaaaazing cast party tonight. You have no idea. It's going to be the best night of your life. It's going to be the best night of my life. And now we shall never speak of it again until I get through this show."

Kris laughs again and it turns out Adam's right. It's amazing. It might just be the best night of his life. Adam makes it very clear to everyone that he's staked his claim, and Kris is so happy to finally really be with him he just lets him. And afterwards, well, if there was any lingering doubt about whether or not he's gay, it's definitely erased afterwards.

It's not the one thing that changes everything, but it's definitely one of many. It's hard to stick with the course his life is on when he's so damn happy with everything else he's doing. And it's never been clearer to Kris that he's on the wrong path, and he needs to do something about that.

"So I'm not going back to school next semester," he says one day, and feels a little bit of relief just saying the words to Adam. It's sort of like a trial run for telling his parents, and everyone else in his life.

"You sure about that?" says Adam.

"Absolutely and completely sure," says Kris. "Haven't been surer about anything in a long time. Except maybe you."

"Oh God, your family's going to blame me, aren't they? Tell them I didn't make you drop out of school."

"My family knows no one makes me do anything," says Kris, except that's not true. Or it wasn't true before, when everything he did for someone else. But no one made him do it. He did it to himself.

This, this he's doing for himself.

"Are you okay with dating a starving artist?"

"Are you?" says Kris. "Musicians don't make a whole lot of money."

"Who needs money?" says Adam, and Kris kind of wants to reply 'well, we do' but not with that smile on Adam's face. "You're really going to go for it?"

"I'm really going to go for it," says Kris, and it's amazing to be with someone who's going to back him on that no matter what happens. Adam doesn't have anything to say to that, just sweeps Kris into his arms and kisses him stupid.

Kris never had a bad life, he was okay before when he was making responsible decisions, but he's never been as happy as he is right now. And in the end, that's what matters to him the most.

Adam/Kris. 1492 words. PG-13. For

daemonicangel. AU.
Serendipity

Prompt: Political!Kradam AU, Adam or Kris don't even need to be actual political figures, just involved in politics by proxy somehow.

Blind dates are just so not Adam's thing, but there comes a point when you've been working eighty-hour weeks chasing down a career-making story and the closest you've come to a date is lunch with a city accountant's first cousin, that you finally let your friends set you up with someone who's "totally your type, Adam, you have no idea." At this point he's not even sure he remembers how to have a conversation with someone that doesn't include the phrase "misappropriation of funds", which probably means it's high time to take a night off.

"There's just one thing," says Drake as he hands Adam the socks he's been searching for.

"Oh, here it comes," says Adam. "He's a troll, right? Or he's super boring. Or dumb. He's not dumb, is he? I'm not shallow, but I can't do dumb. Cute, funny and smart is just too much to hope for."

"No, he really is cute, funny and smart," says Drake. "He's also closeted."

"Oh, are you kidding me?" says Adam, looking himself up and down in the mirror, from the bottoms of his tight pants to the tips of his spiky hair. "He's going to take one look at me and run in the other direction. I don't have time for closets."

"Just give it a shot," says Drake. "You never know, right?"

Adam does kind of know, remembers closets from his earliest days at college, and doesn't really want to go back there. But he's also not the kind of guy who'll stand up a date, so with the guy's name and description committed to memory he still goes to the appointed restaurant at the appointed time.

Until he arrives, it never occurs to him that the "Chris" his friends had been selling him on is Kris Allen.

But there he is, sitting alone with his hands folded neatly in front of him, telltale flower on the table and perfectly matching the description Adam had been given. Kris Allen, the newest and youngest member of city council, is quietly waiting for him to arrive.

"Is this a setup?" Adam says, claiming the empty seat across from him and skipping the pleasantries.

"Adam?" he says, looking both uncertain and hopeful.

"You know I am," he says. "I just don't get why we had to go through all this blind date subterfuge. We could've set up a meeting." It's actually kind of mean, he thinks, coming this close to having an actual date with someone who looks like Kris Allen only to discover it's not the real thing.

"I...don't understand," he says after a moment of awkward silence, toying nervously with his water glass and giving Adam a sheepish one-shouldered shrug. "I mean, you obviously know who I am, but city councillors date too."

Adam just stares at him for a moment, but Kris's expression remains completely guileless. And Adam has gotten pretty good at reading politicians.

"Then this is possibly the weirdest coincidence of my life," he says, but Kris still doesn't seem to be getting it. "I'm Adam? Lambert? From the Times? I've been trying to get ahold of your office for weeks."

Kris gets a whole lot more guarded at that, and Adam immediately wonders just what he has to hide and what it means for his story, until he realizes he already knows. That Drake already warned him.

"Oh, hey, no, I'm not in the business of outing people," he says. "I came here on good faith, expecting a date."

"And you got one," says Kris, looking kind of impossibly sad for a moment. "Sorry it wasn't what you were hoping for."

Adam's been working crazy hours and not getting out much, but Kris, Kris has got it harder than him. Working crazy hours, being the center of media attention thanks to the recent budget vote, and trying not to date openly. Adam would probably look sad too, under the circumstances.

"Let's not jump to conclusions," says Adam, not just responding to that look but his own instincts. Not to mention his libido, which noticed Kris Allen long before this unexpected date. "The night isn't a bust yet. But maybe we should, uh, tackle this elephant in the room and get it out of our way."

Kris nods, and wipes his damp fingertips on the tablecloth. "Your request might've slipped through the cracks," he says after a moment. "I've been getting a lot of attention since I suddenly turned into a big meanie who voted against the budget that everyone else seems to love."

Adam reads a lot more into his body language than he's saying. "But you don't think that's what it is, do you?"

Kris shrugs a little, still guarded but less so than when he thought...Adam isn't sure what he thought, maybe that he was a part of some kind of sting. It had to suck to have to be worried about that kind of thing. But then, in a way that's Kris's choice, too, that he's hiding.

"I have reason to think it might not be," he says vaguely.

"So why did you vote against it?"

"Because the numbers didn't add up," he says, "and no one would tell me why. I couldn't in good conscience vote for a budget when it wasn't clear where the monies were going. Maybe it's nothing. I don't know."

"I think I can shed some light on why they didn't add up," says Adam, careful with his words now, "if you wanted to sit down and talk some time."

"I think," says Kris, obviously engaged now and equally careful, "that's a conversation I'd be interested in having."

"But not tonight," says Adam, sitting back, satisfied that they're going to make this happen, and perhaps have some very enlightening information for one another. "Tonight I've got a date with this great guy my friends set me up with and I'm kind of looking forward to it."

"You too, huh?" says Kris, and finally cracks a smile. He's got a great smile. "What a coincidence."

"They were definitely right about the cute and the smart part. Jury's still out on the funny, so I think I'm going to have to get to know him a little better."

"I think I have something that can help with that," says Kris, and very deliberately places the wine list on the table between them.

"Given how this evening started, I think we definitely need to be looking at that," says Adam with a laugh. As he studies the wine list, he can tell that Kris is studying him. But what conclusions he's coming to, Adam just can't tell.

Turns out Kris is everything his friends said he would be, fun and charming and a little shy and definitely witty enough that the conversation between them never lags all evening. They split the bill at the end of the night, talking for almost three hours without realizing it, and Adam doesn't miss that he pays cash instead of credit card.

"I really want to see you again," says Adam candidly, "but if people see you out with me, though going to think one of two things, and as far as your situation goes the lesser of those is that there's a story brewing." Which there is, but that's not something that Adam actually wants to land on Kris's shoulders. "I haven't been in the closet since I was nineteen."

Kris just nods, and looks unsurprised by the turn of their conversation. "Staying in the closet isn't something I want to do forever," he says, "but all things considered it's not going to be something that flies under the radar. I wanted to be in a situation where I'd have some emotional support before I took that step."

And suddenly it makes a little more sense that he and Kris seem to have some mutual friends when Adam is fairly sure they didn't used to. It's not just something he's contemplating. It's something he's working towards.

"So are we talking short-term, or long-term?"

"Short-term, at this point," he says, "though if you're asking me out, I might have to ramp up even that schedule a little bit." He looks up then, a little hopeful, and Adam realizes he's waiting for it.

"Well, I usually like to wait till the end of the first date to ask someone out again," says Adam, "and I'd like to think this one isn't over quite yet." The look on Kris's face tells him he's definitely not wrong about that. "But just to be completely clear about my intentions, a friend's got an art opening on Friday and I'd love it if you wanted to go with me."

"I would very much like to see you again," says Kris, although they'll be seeing one another sooner than that anyway, in a more professional capacity. "Now let's get out of here. I think we've earned ourselves one heck of a dessert."

And the last was actually posted over at the

kradam_kiss comm a couple of days ago, just a few hours before the deadline for this round.

[ Four Times Adam and Kris Kissed as Friends (And One Time It Was More) ]
Adam/Kris. 2,600 words. PG-13. For

daemonicangel.