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tamingthemuseTitle: Running Up That Hill
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Because you can’t own real people. This however in no way resembles reality.
Fandom: American Idol AU
Rating: R (later on NC17)
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Adam (references to Kris/Katy and others)
Warnings: minor character death, violence
Summary: When the President's daughter is murdered her husabnd is left to raise their young daughter. Kris learns to live without Katy and care for their child but the people that killed his wife are still out there, and they kidnap his daughter. So, where does Adam Lambert fit into al/
Author’s Note: I ended up using the prompt was inspiration for this story, a story that a I think I am going to use for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
idol_bigbang. Beta's by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blue_icy_rose.
Prologue
Katy cradled her young daughter in her arms, her blond hair in her face as she rocked back and forth; the baby’s whimpering quieting as the child drifted off to sleep. The little girl was just a month shy of her first year and had been pulling herself up by the furniture and getting into places she shouldn’t be. They had become pros at hopping over baby gates and swinging the young girl away from the TV.
She heard the loud crash from where she was crouched in their bedroom closet and Katy bent her head forward, muffling her sob against the pink blanket her daughter was wrapped in. Tears stung her eyes and Katy took a deep breath, moving quietly as she gently set her daughter down in the corner of the small space, moving aside Kris’s worn sneakers to make room.
She bent forward, her lips gently brushing over the smooth baby’s forehead and Kat didn’t even stir, safe and unaware that people had broken into their home and her mother had rushed to hide her.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” a dark voice shouted as the door to the room was flung open. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Katy took one last look at her daughter, tears running down her face and fear in her eyes, and she turned away and left the closet, closing the door behind her.
The baby slept and didn’t wake until hours later. It was her scream and small fists beating at the closet door that had her father tearing it open and scooping her into his arms, holding her so tight that her cries stopped. She was too young to understand what had happened, she didn’t know that it was her mother’s blood on daddies arms, and Kris had turned her away from the sight of Katy Allen lifeless on the floor of her and her husband’s bedroom, two bullet wounds in her stomach from a man that had wanted to send a message to her father.
A man that had wanted to scare a nation and show that not even the President’s daughter was safe.
~*~
“A week ago, the President’s daughter was shot and killed in her home by a member of the Hated, a group of terrorists that have made several attempts on the President’s life in the last six months. Details are just becoming available, one of them being that her body was found by her husband, Kris Allen, who later on discovered their 11 month old daughter in the couple’s closet. It is believed that Katy Allen hid the child there during the attack that wrecked the home.”
The radio was turned off and the driver looked back at him apologetically. Kris just kept his eyes looking out the window of the heavily guarded limo. Kat sat in his lap, her head against his chest and her thumb in her mouth as she all but glared at the secret service agents on either side of them.
She was cranky and hadn’t taken her nap from today, her normal routine had been disturbed since they had moved into the White House with Katy’s parents and enough security that the only time they were in a room alone was when they went to sleep – and even then there was an agent or two outside their door.
She had already pulled the bow in her hair to the side and her hands were currently digging into the hidden pockets of her daddy’s tux, finding the sleek cell phone he kept there and moving to put it in her mouth.
Kris let her, even adjusting her hold on it so she could get her mouth around it easier and she smiled up at him as she gnawed at it.
“She’ll ruin your phone,” the man across from Kris said softly.
“Then I’ll get another one.” Kris’s voice was flat, hard even, and he kept his eyes focused out the window, watching as they slowed to a stop.
He was ushered out the limousine, one of the agents offering to take his daughter but he shook his head as he shifted her to rest on his hip, his arm around her waist and her hands and mouth still in possession of his phone. With his other hand he pulled out the sunglasses that his mother-in-law had given him, thankful for them as he covered his eyes, all too aware of the cameras and faces turned towards him.
It wasn’t a public event. The funeral of Katy O’Connell Allen was a private family affair but because she was the first daughter of the United States, some press had been allowed in. It was either that or have them break their way into the family’s grieving.
It wasn’t her father they were watching though, their eyes moved from the President and locked on Kris and his young daughter. He was the distraught husband, who had found his dead wife’s body and his hidden daughter, he was a national sensation and everyone was waiting for him to break down.
Before he had just been the President’s daughter’s odd ball husband. He had been Kris Allen, who had a business degree but worked as a substitute teacher for a high school in a small Arkansas town. He had taken over the music department, and every Friday he grabbed his guitar and sung for a small audience in the town’s bar, a bar some of the high school girls would sneak into just to giggle over him.
Katy had been his high school sweetheart, his best friend. They had married before either had graduated high school and had settled down in a town not that far from his family.
But that was before her father had run for President and their story had been turned into an epic romance that swept the nation. When he had won, they had tried to keep their normal life but when the threats had started coming and there had been rumors of a terrorist sect calling themselves the Hated, Kris and Katy had moved to Washington D.C.
Then she had been killed.
“Oh, Kristopher.” Kris glanced up from where he had been watching his daughter chew on the expensive phone Katy had handed him months ago and saw his mother making her way towards him. Something inside him broke and he buried his head into her shoulder as her arms wrapped around him. Pain wracked his body and he felt Kat being tugged away from him.
He glanced up to see Daniel reaching for his daughter and he let her go, watching as a toothy smile broke across her face when she noticed her uncle.
Kris felt a hand settle on his back and he leaned into his father’s touch, letting his mother hold him as it hit him that this was it, that it was real. Katy was gone and she was never coming back, she was gone and he would never see her again. Never see her smile, hear her laugh, never kiss her cheek or wrap his arms around her waist. She would never hold Kat again; never rock her to sleep in the white rocking chair that was now broken in their old home.
She was gone, and he didn’t know how to be without her, he had never had to before.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Because you can’t own real people. This however in no way resembles reality.
Fandom: American Idol AU
Rating: R (later on NC17)
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Adam (references to Kris/Katy and others)
Warnings: minor character death, violence
Summary: When the President's daughter is murdered her husabnd is left to raise their young daughter. Kris learns to live without Katy and care for their child but the people that killed his wife are still out there, and they kidnap his daughter. So, where does Adam Lambert fit into al/
Author’s Note: I ended up using the prompt was inspiration for this story, a story that a I think I am going to use for the
idol_bigbang. Beta's by blue_icy_rose.Prologue
Katy cradled her young daughter in her arms, her blond hair in her face as she rocked back and forth; the baby’s whimpering quieting as the child drifted off to sleep. The little girl was just a month shy of her first year and had been pulling herself up by the furniture and getting into places she shouldn’t be. They had become pros at hopping over baby gates and swinging the young girl away from the TV.
She heard the loud crash from where she was crouched in their bedroom closet and Katy bent her head forward, muffling her sob against the pink blanket her daughter was wrapped in. Tears stung her eyes and Katy took a deep breath, moving quietly as she gently set her daughter down in the corner of the small space, moving aside Kris’s worn sneakers to make room.
She bent forward, her lips gently brushing over the smooth baby’s forehead and Kat didn’t even stir, safe and unaware that people had broken into their home and her mother had rushed to hide her.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty,” a dark voice shouted as the door to the room was flung open. “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Katy took one last look at her daughter, tears running down her face and fear in her eyes, and she turned away and left the closet, closing the door behind her.
The baby slept and didn’t wake until hours later. It was her scream and small fists beating at the closet door that had her father tearing it open and scooping her into his arms, holding her so tight that her cries stopped. She was too young to understand what had happened, she didn’t know that it was her mother’s blood on daddies arms, and Kris had turned her away from the sight of Katy Allen lifeless on the floor of her and her husband’s bedroom, two bullet wounds in her stomach from a man that had wanted to send a message to her father.
A man that had wanted to scare a nation and show that not even the President’s daughter was safe.
~*~
“A week ago, the President’s daughter was shot and killed in her home by a member of the Hated, a group of terrorists that have made several attempts on the President’s life in the last six months. Details are just becoming available, one of them being that her body was found by her husband, Kris Allen, who later on discovered their 11 month old daughter in the couple’s closet. It is believed that Katy Allen hid the child there during the attack that wrecked the home.”
The radio was turned off and the driver looked back at him apologetically. Kris just kept his eyes looking out the window of the heavily guarded limo. Kat sat in his lap, her head against his chest and her thumb in her mouth as she all but glared at the secret service agents on either side of them.
She was cranky and hadn’t taken her nap from today, her normal routine had been disturbed since they had moved into the White House with Katy’s parents and enough security that the only time they were in a room alone was when they went to sleep – and even then there was an agent or two outside their door.
She had already pulled the bow in her hair to the side and her hands were currently digging into the hidden pockets of her daddy’s tux, finding the sleek cell phone he kept there and moving to put it in her mouth.
Kris let her, even adjusting her hold on it so she could get her mouth around it easier and she smiled up at him as she gnawed at it.
“She’ll ruin your phone,” the man across from Kris said softly.
“Then I’ll get another one.” Kris’s voice was flat, hard even, and he kept his eyes focused out the window, watching as they slowed to a stop.
He was ushered out the limousine, one of the agents offering to take his daughter but he shook his head as he shifted her to rest on his hip, his arm around her waist and her hands and mouth still in possession of his phone. With his other hand he pulled out the sunglasses that his mother-in-law had given him, thankful for them as he covered his eyes, all too aware of the cameras and faces turned towards him.
It wasn’t a public event. The funeral of Katy O’Connell Allen was a private family affair but because she was the first daughter of the United States, some press had been allowed in. It was either that or have them break their way into the family’s grieving.
It wasn’t her father they were watching though, their eyes moved from the President and locked on Kris and his young daughter. He was the distraught husband, who had found his dead wife’s body and his hidden daughter, he was a national sensation and everyone was waiting for him to break down.
Before he had just been the President’s daughter’s odd ball husband. He had been Kris Allen, who had a business degree but worked as a substitute teacher for a high school in a small Arkansas town. He had taken over the music department, and every Friday he grabbed his guitar and sung for a small audience in the town’s bar, a bar some of the high school girls would sneak into just to giggle over him.
Katy had been his high school sweetheart, his best friend. They had married before either had graduated high school and had settled down in a town not that far from his family.
But that was before her father had run for President and their story had been turned into an epic romance that swept the nation. When he had won, they had tried to keep their normal life but when the threats had started coming and there had been rumors of a terrorist sect calling themselves the Hated, Kris and Katy had moved to Washington D.C.
Then she had been killed.
“Oh, Kristopher.” Kris glanced up from where he had been watching his daughter chew on the expensive phone Katy had handed him months ago and saw his mother making her way towards him. Something inside him broke and he buried his head into her shoulder as her arms wrapped around him. Pain wracked his body and he felt Kat being tugged away from him.
He glanced up to see Daniel reaching for his daughter and he let her go, watching as a toothy smile broke across her face when she noticed her uncle.
Kris felt a hand settle on his back and he leaned into his father’s touch, letting his mother hold him as it hit him that this was it, that it was real. Katy was gone and she was never coming back, she was gone and he would never see her again. Never see her smile, hear her laugh, never kiss her cheek or wrap his arms around her waist. She would never hold Kat again; never rock her to sleep in the white rocking chair that was now broken in their old home.
She was gone, and he didn’t know how to be without her, he had never had to before.
