[Fic] Kradison -- Boys Will Be Boys, PG-13, Flash Fic
Title: Boys Will Be Boys
Fandom: American Idol
Characters: Kris Allen, Adam Lambert, Allison Iraheta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Summary: Allison's two boys are sick on tour and she's appointed herself their mother hen.
Notes: I wrote this right as I woke up -- no glasses or contacts, just straight from my head to my fingertips -- so if there's mistakes, sorry. It's flash fic. I just had to get it down. :]
Boys Will Be Boys
Allison feels like a a nursemaid -- no, she is a nursemaid. Her two boys are both sick, really sick, and she knows it's inevitable before she is sick, too. So, until then, she full intends to mother them both into submission. The fact that they're seven and ten years her senior respectively does cross her mind, but Allison doesn't care. These are her boys and she'll be damned if she lets them simply wallow in their misery.
Adam is the easier one to wrangle. He understands that he needs rest and shouldn't be getting out of bed, singing, or doing anything that will strain his voice and body more than the sickness has already. It's the flu and Adam hasn't hit the worst of it, but he nonetheless looks miserable. Allison has no trouble keeping him in his hotel room, in bed, and simply reading in the quiet stillness. She's bringing him more tea when there's a sudden blast of noise from the adjoining room -- it's the TV. It dies off quickly to a barely audible level. Allison frowns. Adam smirks.
"You know he's not going to be able to resist," Adam pointedly says. "It's the cookie in the proverbial jar and he's--"
"A naughty little boy," Allison finishes for Adam, sighing out the "boy." She pokes Adam in chest, which makes him wryly smile. "You behave," she orders. "I'm going to go play mommy to the rock star."
Adam chuckles and then dissolves into a coughing fit. "Spank him for me," he croaks as she heads into the next room.
"Kristopher Neil Allen!," Allison huffs upon entering the next room. She crosses her arms over her chest. "What are you doing, you dummy? Get your tight ass back into bed."
Kris whines out a sigh and pushes out his bottom lip in a pout. There's a plastic guitar slung over his shoulder. The opening credits of Rock Band: The Beatles are playing on the TV. he must have sneaked out of bed and set up the PS3 while she was tending to Adam.
"I wanna play," Kris whimpers. "Alli, it's The Beatles. And it's Rock Band This is, like, better than -- almost better than sex in Jamaica."
Allison rolls her eyes. The puppy look no longer affects her. She's seen it so many times over the last three days. She's had one hell of a time trying to keep this grown-ass man in his hotel bed. In fact, it had taken her, Megan, Matt, Mike, and Anoop all standing there, sternly frowning at him to convince him to listen to the doctor and take the day off. Now, he was up, again, anyway. It made her want to laugh and yell at the same time. Allison knew she was a still "just a kid," but even she knew this was a bad idea. It didn't matter if yesterday had been the much anticipated Nine-Nine-oh-Nine -- Kris needed to get well.
"The Beatles can wait, hot shot," she says evenly as she reaches to take away the guitar. "Gimme that damn thing and go back to bed."
Kris somehow manages to pout further, but she can see a hint of a smile in his eyes. He clings to the guitar and whines, "Mine!" in a toddler-like tone.
Allison rolls her eyes and talks a hold of the guitar. Kris reluctantly releases it. "Okay, fine, meanie," he huffs. He then giggles before coughing. Ducking his face, Kris coughs into his inner-elbow.
"Go away," he says into his arm. "You're going to get sick, too, you know. I'll get back in bed, okay? But I am going to--"
Both of their heads snap toward the adjoining room door when there is a crash from the next room. Kris is immediately on his feet; Allison tosses the guitar to his bed.
"Lay down!," she orders Kris. "I've got this."
Kris frowns and drops back down onto the edge of the bed. Allison gives him one more even look before rushing back to Adam and finds him slowly climbing back to his feet, gripping a chair near the windows.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Adam says, dazed. "I fell, but I'm fine. I just wanted to get some light in here."
"You're like children," Allison says testily as she attempts to help Adam to his feet. She's nearly a foot shorter than him so it's comical. The sounds of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" can be heard through the wall to the next room.
Allison sighs. "No," she corrects herself, "you two are children."
Adam chuckles. "I love you, mommy," he intones in a cartoon-ish voice, making Allison grin.
"Shut up or I will spank you, both of you."
"Ooo, promise?," Adam coos.
Allison wryly smiles. "Just try me, bitch."
Fandom: American Idol
Characters: Kris Allen, Adam Lambert, Allison Iraheta
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 800
Summary: Allison's two boys are sick on tour and she's appointed herself their mother hen.
Notes: I wrote this right as I woke up -- no glasses or contacts, just straight from my head to my fingertips -- so if there's mistakes, sorry. It's flash fic. I just had to get it down. :]
Boys Will Be Boys
Allison feels like a a nursemaid -- no, she is a nursemaid. Her two boys are both sick, really sick, and she knows it's inevitable before she is sick, too. So, until then, she full intends to mother them both into submission. The fact that they're seven and ten years her senior respectively does cross her mind, but Allison doesn't care. These are her boys and she'll be damned if she lets them simply wallow in their misery.
Adam is the easier one to wrangle. He understands that he needs rest and shouldn't be getting out of bed, singing, or doing anything that will strain his voice and body more than the sickness has already. It's the flu and Adam hasn't hit the worst of it, but he nonetheless looks miserable. Allison has no trouble keeping him in his hotel room, in bed, and simply reading in the quiet stillness. She's bringing him more tea when there's a sudden blast of noise from the adjoining room -- it's the TV. It dies off quickly to a barely audible level. Allison frowns. Adam smirks.
"You know he's not going to be able to resist," Adam pointedly says. "It's the cookie in the proverbial jar and he's--"
"A naughty little boy," Allison finishes for Adam, sighing out the "boy." She pokes Adam in chest, which makes him wryly smile. "You behave," she orders. "I'm going to go play mommy to the rock star."
Adam chuckles and then dissolves into a coughing fit. "Spank him for me," he croaks as she heads into the next room.
"Kristopher Neil Allen!," Allison huffs upon entering the next room. She crosses her arms over her chest. "What are you doing, you dummy? Get your tight ass back into bed."
Kris whines out a sigh and pushes out his bottom lip in a pout. There's a plastic guitar slung over his shoulder. The opening credits of Rock Band: The Beatles are playing on the TV. he must have sneaked out of bed and set up the PS3 while she was tending to Adam.
"I wanna play," Kris whimpers. "Alli, it's The Beatles. And it's Rock Band This is, like, better than -- almost better than sex in Jamaica."
Allison rolls her eyes. The puppy look no longer affects her. She's seen it so many times over the last three days. She's had one hell of a time trying to keep this grown-ass man in his hotel bed. In fact, it had taken her, Megan, Matt, Mike, and Anoop all standing there, sternly frowning at him to convince him to listen to the doctor and take the day off. Now, he was up, again, anyway. It made her want to laugh and yell at the same time. Allison knew she was a still "just a kid," but even she knew this was a bad idea. It didn't matter if yesterday had been the much anticipated Nine-Nine-oh-Nine -- Kris needed to get well.
"The Beatles can wait, hot shot," she says evenly as she reaches to take away the guitar. "Gimme that damn thing and go back to bed."
Kris somehow manages to pout further, but she can see a hint of a smile in his eyes. He clings to the guitar and whines, "Mine!" in a toddler-like tone.
Allison rolls her eyes and talks a hold of the guitar. Kris reluctantly releases it. "Okay, fine, meanie," he huffs. He then giggles before coughing. Ducking his face, Kris coughs into his inner-elbow.
"Go away," he says into his arm. "You're going to get sick, too, you know. I'll get back in bed, okay? But I am going to--"
Both of their heads snap toward the adjoining room door when there is a crash from the next room. Kris is immediately on his feet; Allison tosses the guitar to his bed.
"Lay down!," she orders Kris. "I've got this."
Kris frowns and drops back down onto the edge of the bed. Allison gives him one more even look before rushing back to Adam and finds him slowly climbing back to his feet, gripping a chair near the windows.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Adam says, dazed. "I fell, but I'm fine. I just wanted to get some light in here."
"You're like children," Allison says testily as she attempts to help Adam to his feet. She's nearly a foot shorter than him so it's comical. The sounds of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" can be heard through the wall to the next room.
Allison sighs. "No," she corrects herself, "you two are children."
Adam chuckles. "I love you, mommy," he intones in a cartoon-ish voice, making Allison grin.
"Shut up or I will spank you, both of you."
"Ooo, promise?," Adam coos.
Allison wryly smiles. "Just try me, bitch."