Permanent: Even if I tell you I wont go[Series part 1]
Pairing: Kradison/Kradam
Summary: Allie gets sick, and its all the other two can do to keep it together.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not read if you dont like sick!fics, angst or have triggers related to hospitals or things of medical nature.
AN: Yesterday at about 6 pm, a good friend of mine passed away after complications of surgery. I couldnt think of anything else to do, and I had to do something besides listen to my heart splinter. Special thanks to susycornishfor help with the research part of this and for the support.
Allie hugged Adam tight "See you next week?" she asked brightly, wrinkling her nose. Adam laughed.
"Yes, my ass is still sore from the last time I didnt keep good on our weekly visit" She threw her head back as a giggle erupted from her tiny body, making it shake. Adam smiled. "Yea dude, dont think I wouldnt do it again."
"Id be expecting it" He winked at her and watched lovingly as she hurled herself at her other brother, Kris.
"Next week!" she chirped as she was leaving.
There would never be a next week, not really.
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When Adam was a 26 year old slightly jaded entertainer, his life got flipped on it's head. He quit his well paying job as a chorus boy in a popular musical in favor of chasing the old phantom that he would someday be a rockstar. While chasing this dream through the halls of the Kodak theatre and into the hearts and minds of America, he met two very important people. Allison Iraheta and Kris Allen.
Allison was a tiny spitfire with huge eyes who had a stutter if she tried to talk too fast. Her Hispanic roots showed in her quickness to temper and the fact that she was even quicker to love. Allison was all about the love. Adam felt a need to protect her from the harshness of Hollywood life immeadiately, even though she was Cali born and bred and stubborn as a mule.
Kris was just the opposite. Laid back and doe eyed, he took everything in stride. Kris' temper was nonexistant and his smile ever present. Raised in church, the southern boy charm was peppered over everything Kris did. Adam only had a couple of years on Kris, and the pocket sized cutie had an equally cute pocket sized wife. Adam figured he really didnt need that much protection, he had his faith in God for that. So they split the responsibility of playing brother to the firecracker.
The three of them made the perfect trinity, and were inseperable from the start. American Idol was the ride of a life time, and they did it together. Together forever.
~~
"Mr Lambert, Ms. Iraheta is suffering from subacute sclerosing panencephalitis."
Adam furrowed his brow. "What?" He took one look at Kris' questioning face and pulled the phone away from his ear to push speaker.
"Shes very sick Mr. Lambert." The robotic voice continued, like it used weird latin terminology in every day conversation and it was the most boring thing ever.
"How sick is very sick exactly?" he questioned, irratable now.
There was no sound on the other end of the line for what felt like years. "Shes asking for you and Kris, sir"
"Allie..." Kris breathed, his voice panic laden.
Adam couldnt think straight. Everything was spinning. Things with long and unpronouncable names were never good. Doctors calling was never good. Adam felt sick. "What hospital?"
"Cedars-Sinai" The Robot answered. Adam snapped his phone shut, looking at Kris. Neither of them said anything as they got up and left the studio. Speeding down the freeway, it was all Adam could do to keep his breath steady. Kris rested his head against the coolness of the window and tried not to let Adam see that he was crying.
Summary: Allie gets sick, and its all the other two can do to keep it together.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do not read if you dont like sick!fics, angst or have triggers related to hospitals or things of medical nature.
AN: Yesterday at about 6 pm, a good friend of mine passed away after complications of surgery. I couldnt think of anything else to do, and I had to do something besides listen to my heart splinter. Special thanks to susycornishfor help with the research part of this and for the support.
Allie hugged Adam tight "See you next week?" she asked brightly, wrinkling her nose. Adam laughed.
"Yes, my ass is still sore from the last time I didnt keep good on our weekly visit" She threw her head back as a giggle erupted from her tiny body, making it shake. Adam smiled. "Yea dude, dont think I wouldnt do it again."
"Id be expecting it" He winked at her and watched lovingly as she hurled herself at her other brother, Kris.
"Next week!" she chirped as she was leaving.
There would never be a next week, not really.
~~~~
When Adam was a 26 year old slightly jaded entertainer, his life got flipped on it's head. He quit his well paying job as a chorus boy in a popular musical in favor of chasing the old phantom that he would someday be a rockstar. While chasing this dream through the halls of the Kodak theatre and into the hearts and minds of America, he met two very important people. Allison Iraheta and Kris Allen.
Allison was a tiny spitfire with huge eyes who had a stutter if she tried to talk too fast. Her Hispanic roots showed in her quickness to temper and the fact that she was even quicker to love. Allison was all about the love. Adam felt a need to protect her from the harshness of Hollywood life immeadiately, even though she was Cali born and bred and stubborn as a mule.
Kris was just the opposite. Laid back and doe eyed, he took everything in stride. Kris' temper was nonexistant and his smile ever present. Raised in church, the southern boy charm was peppered over everything Kris did. Adam only had a couple of years on Kris, and the pocket sized cutie had an equally cute pocket sized wife. Adam figured he really didnt need that much protection, he had his faith in God for that. So they split the responsibility of playing brother to the firecracker.
The three of them made the perfect trinity, and were inseperable from the start. American Idol was the ride of a life time, and they did it together. Together forever.
~~
"Mr Lambert, Ms. Iraheta is suffering from subacute sclerosing panencephalitis."
Adam furrowed his brow. "What?" He took one look at Kris' questioning face and pulled the phone away from his ear to push speaker.
"Shes very sick Mr. Lambert." The robotic voice continued, like it used weird latin terminology in every day conversation and it was the most boring thing ever.
"How sick is very sick exactly?" he questioned, irratable now.
There was no sound on the other end of the line for what felt like years. "Shes asking for you and Kris, sir"
"Allie..." Kris breathed, his voice panic laden.
Adam couldnt think straight. Everything was spinning. Things with long and unpronouncable names were never good. Doctors calling was never good. Adam felt sick. "What hospital?"
"Cedars-Sinai" The Robot answered. Adam snapped his phone shut, looking at Kris. Neither of them said anything as they got up and left the studio. Speeding down the freeway, it was all Adam could do to keep his breath steady. Kris rested his head against the coolness of the window and tried not to let Adam see that he was crying.