Come Together
Title: Come Together
Author: whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert
Rating: NC-17 (This part PG.)
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: Take the American Idol journey with Kradam. As the show progresses so does their relationship. But is it just a fling or are they willing to make the sacrifices necessary to make it last beyond the finale?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Kris and Adam belong only to themselves.
Author's Note: This fic is written by request. The request was to write something involving the show and is to include friendship, love, tenderness, passion, hot sex, with a little bit of angst. In other words – everything. So, this is my attempt to fulfill.

Chapter One.
Chapter Two
Chapter Three



Chapter 4



Any hope of sleep was gone. It was almost six AM and Kris had been awake for over an hour. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling while trying to will away the swarm of butterflies darting around in his stomach. Sure, he'd been nervous all week, but in his mind, the thought of facing this day was almost equal to facing an execution. He rationalized that it shouldn't feel this way. Nothing was really different from any of the other days this week except that this was the final chance for the judges to decide his destiny. This was the cut determining if he was in the Top 36 or not.

Well it was that, and the fact that Katy and his parents were flying in this morning to be there for the decisions. What if he wasn't chosen? It would be humiliating to have not only his reaction to his defeat, but that of his family, permanently preserved for the world's viewing.

He briefly wondered if Katy was praying for just that. He didn’t doubt that she loved him and supported his dreams, but it didn't mean she shared his dreams of making it big in the music world. Conway, Arkansas was where she called home; it was where she wanted to spend her life. She had no desire to be on the road, or living the rich life in some huge, impersonal mansion in LA. Unable to think about her prayers possibly canceling his out, Kris finally got out of bed.

Adam was still sleeping, sprawled across the bed with his feet hanging over the edge. He seemed to have no worries. Self-assurance was like a coat that Adam wore all the time. Maybe somewhere in his past he'd been insecure, but that person was long gone. In the last few days, Kris found himself wondering more and more what it had taken for Adam to become the man that he was now. Had it been someone loving him or giving him constant encouragement to reach for his dreams? Or did he just have to dig deep inside of himself and find it alone?

"Hey," Adam said, peering up at Kris with sleepy eyes. He rolled onto his side so they were facing each other. "You okay?"

Kris was unable to tear his eyes away from Adam. Was it possible that his staring along with his thoughts had reached through Adam's dreams to rouse him from his slumber? A little embarrassed, Kris could only shake his head. It was troublesome enough to bring Adam to a sitting position.

"Sit man," Adam said, patting the bed next to him. "Talk to me."

"I'm sorry." Kris remained standing. The urge to drop on the bed beside Adam and confess all his fears was too tempting. He wanted Adam to reassure him, to tell him that everything was going to be all right. He wanted some of the amazing poise, excitement and power that Adam embodied to rub off on him. "I didn't mean to wake you," Kris said, surprised at the hitch in his voice. He didn't cry easily, but this morning with all he was feeling, tears seemed only a moment away.

He turned away, but there was nowhere to flee and no place to hide in the darkened hotel room. He couldn't do anything but stand there as he listened to Adam crawling out of bed.

"Kris, what happened?" Adam asked worriedly. Then he was there. Standing in front of him and holding Kris's shoulders to keep him from trying to get away. "Did you get a phone call or something? Is it Katy? Is your family okay?"

"I’m sorry," Kris said, with a shake of his head. "Yeah, yeah, they're fine. Katy sent me a text saying their plane was leaving on time, and that she'd call me when they got here."

A wave of emotions crashed somewhere inside of him. Why couldn't he control himself? Act like the man that he was; that he was supposed to be. He shouldn't be acting like this. Why was the world vanishing around them? Kris tried to concentrate on the moment, on the day ahead, on anything but Adam's breath falling softly on his face. On the need for someone to unfurl the emotional tangle he was drowning in.

What would Adam do if he stepped forward? If he asked to be held tight, so that he could find the strength to get through this day. Kris stared at the floor between their bare feet. It was so intimate here in the morning shadows, both of them still in their sleep pants, the warmth of their beds still clinging to them. He shook his head, and somehow found the strength to smile so he could prove he wasn't totally pathetic.

"I couldn't sleep," he shrugged. Maybe Adam wouldn't notice his brief breakdown or at least play along that everything was fine. "I'm cool. Really."

"You're lying," Adam said, holding Kris's gaze with his own.

"Really. I am. It's just been a rough week, the family is coming in, and…"

The distance between them closed. Adam wrapped him tight in his arms, giving Kris exactly what he needed.

"Hey, quit worrying. It's going to be an amazing day," Adam said, with a confidence that brought comfort to Kris's jangled nerves. "We're going to make it and Allison is going to be there with us." Adam stepped back to smile at him. "And today, you get to see your parents and Katy again. The bonus is that you get alone time with your wife. Who I'm sure can come up with better ways than tag to burn off all your excess energy."

"Yeah, true," Kris said, smiling as he thought of holding Katy. He hadn't allowed his thinking to get to past the cuts today. It was as if time stopped there. Because he hadn't thought ahead to the part of the day where he could relax with his family, and then be alone with Katy. Even if it had been less than week since he'd held her, it seemed like forever. "Thanks for reminding me. I'm beginning to think I'm flaking out," Kris said. "Really."

"Nah, your natural Zen is just off from all this stress," Adam said. "When you're not getting all worked up about this competition, you're totally laid back." He took a step back. "Watching you play guitar, getting into your zone, that does more to relax me than any drug could. So, stop worrying. We've got this in the bag."

Kris was suddenly feeling better. Maybe next time he wouldn't hesitate to wake Adam up to get the reassurance he needed. Talking to Adam was like being zapped with an energy ray that melted away his fears. Maybe they could give each other coupons or something, Adam to get relaxed by Kris's music, and Kris to get a boost of self-confidence. It felt good to know that Adam was getting something out of their friendship, too. That he wasn't doing all the taking.

~~~~~

"You're not serious?"

"Yep, totally serious," Allison said, with a shake of her head. "I couldn't believe it either."

Adam could only stare at Allison in amazement. The judges were making Kris do a sing-off before they made a decision about him. How could they be so blind to Kris's talent? The guy was wonderful. No, he didn't have a powerhouse voice like some of the other people, but Kris had a beautiful relationship with music. His voice was filled with so much emotion that it had made Adam a fan from the first time he'd heard him.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know what was up," Allison said, hugging him. "I've got to catch up with my mom. You're going to wait for Kris to come down?"

"Yeah," Adam said. "His family is here, so I don't think he'll need me either way, but I want to see what happened."

"Oh Adam, Kris is going to need you," Allison said, looking at him as if he wasn't thinking clearly. "You get him."

With that, she was gone. Adam sighed as he took a seat to wait for Kris to come back down. It would devastate Kris if the judges cut him. Although Kris would never speak a negative word about those closest to him, Adam could tell that Kris felt like he didn't have their total support. It had to hurt. That was one thing he never had to worry about because his parents and brother were there, no matter what, to help him achieve his dreams. Maybe Allison was right. If Kris was cut, then maybe he would need Adam to grieve with him.

Adam looked up when the exit door opened. Kris must be on his way down because the producers were bringing in Katy and Kris's parents. Ryan headed for the doorway while the cameras started filming. The door to the holding room opened and Kris walked in. He smiled and nodded his acceptance to Ryan before turning to his family. It was show time. Kris hugged Katy, and then his mother before his father picked him up off the floor in a bear hug. Adam smiled. Kris was okay.

Adam was about to leave when Kris lifted his face from his father's shoulder. The world stopped when Kris sought Adam out in the holding room. Everything Kris was feeling was written on his face, relief, overwhelming joy, and if he looked hard enough, there was also triumph of getting through when it seemed the odds were stacked against him.

Something shifted as Adam finally understood why Kris had been scared that morning. Although his wife and parents loved Kris, and they supported his dreams, there was a part of Kris they couldn't really understand. The part of him that needed music as much as he needed to air to live. No one could understand about the place where music and the divine collided within your soul, making it soar, unless you'd felt it, too. Once you'd flown with that energy, you had to accept that you would never be a part of the normal existence around you. You couldn't because you craved the flames of creativity, desired their burning until it became an addiction so strong that nothing could ever break its hold. Only someone else who had that same addiction could truly understand what it meant to be music's mistress.

Adam finally understood why he and Kris had crossed paths. Because they both wore the scars of that fire, and were willing to undergo her trials again to reach those lofty plains of greatness. Adam smiled at Kris, waiting impatiently for the cameras to finish rolling. As soon as they cut, Adam raced over to Kris to grab him in a hug. They collided together, overjoyed and unashamed.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Kris said.

"Me either," Adam agreed.

They stepped back so they could say with their eyes what they couldn't say with their words. Along with the support, friendship and understanding they gave each other, they also seemed to promise that they were in this ride together. No matter what they were going to be there for each other. At least, for a split second, it felt that way to Adam, and then the world roared its indignation at being ignored. With a crash, they were back in the reality of the holding room.

"Adam," Kris said, with his hand on the small of Adam's back. "I'd like you to meet my parents, and my wife Katy. This is Adam."

"Nice to meet you, Adam," Mrs. Allen said. "We've heard nice things about you."

"Well, I've heard wonderful things about you," Adam responded.

The next few minutes were filled with small talk. Adam smiled and played along, but having Katy holding onto Kris was making him feel things he didn't want to feel. He selfishly wished he could steal Kris away so they could talk about Adam's epiphany and the journey they were about to embark on. Except that was as lofty of an idea as his supposed epiphany. It wasn't real. These people were the ones Kris needed now.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Mr. Allen asked, breaking Adam from his thoughts.

"You know, I would love to but I have plans," Adam said. Not that he really did, but he could make it happen. There was a party going on where he knew he would be welcome and best of all, there would no Kris to distract him. He felt guilty because of the look of disappointment that washed over Kris's face, but he couldn't stand the idea of watching Kris be with someone else for the rest of the night. For just a little while, he had to do what he needed. What he needed was to remind himself of who he was before this competition, before he became Kris Allen's roommate.

to be continued…