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In the Trenches

Fic: In the Trenches
Author: ScruffyBunny
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes, Adam's mind wanders. He can't help it if the competition sometimes reminds him of a battlefield.
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, as far as I know. Don't own.

Sometimes, Adam’s imagination runs away with him, especially where his favorite Arkansan is concerned. He wonders if these thoughts, these outright fantasies(because there really isn’t another word for them), are a betrayal of Kris’ trust. He shakes his head because they can’t be. They’re only day dreams, and it’s not like Adam is consciously controlling them. They crop up when he least expects it, too. Like tonight, as he and Anoop carry a dog-tired and decidedly passed out Kris back to the mansion after the results show.

The high-pitched whistling of falling ammunition pierces the night sky. Adam adjusts his helmet, glancing back over his shoulder.

“Germans are getting better at this,” he comments loudly, though his comrade can barely hear him over the exploding bombs.

“Then we should probably get the lead out, sir!” In his conscious, he wonders why he’s given Anoop a British accent. Probably something to do with preconceived notions of a colonized India that meshes with the period-piece that is his daydream.

“For the last time, Private Desai, don’t call me sir!” he responds with a laugh. “And we’re going as fast as we can!”

“Colonel Lambert,” the address is groaned out, as if it causes the speaker a fair amount of pain. Adam looks down at the man they’re carrying between them. “Colonel, just leave me. I’m slowing you down.”

“None of that, Major Allen,” Anoop pipes up with a smile. “We don’t leave men behind.”

“Besides,” Adam grins, despite the fact that hell is blossoming around them. “You barely weigh ten pounds. Not that much of a hindrance, Major.” As soon as they’re safely out of range, they head towards a medical tent. One of the nurses ducks out to meet them.

“What happened?” she asks, her voice sounding hoarse from shouting.

“Got caught on the edge of an explosion. I think he’s got some broken ribs,” Adam debriefs. “Can you help him, Nurse Iraheta?” She holds the tent open for them as they enter and ushers them to an empty stretcher.

“He looks like he’ll be okay,” she surmises, pressing gently on Kris’ ribcage. Kris moans in response. “The good news is that his ribs aren’t broken. But they’re heavily bruised, and he looks concussed. He’ll be out of action for a few days.”

“No! Damn it, man!” a doctor shouts from across the make-shift hospital tent.

“What’s wrong?” Anoop whispers, nodding towards the doctor. “I’ve never seen Doctor Giraud lose it like that.” The nurse’s expression dims slightly, and she purses her lips.

“He just lost Private MacIntyre.” They allow themselves a moment to grieve.

“He was a good man,” another nurse comments as she passes.

“He was that, Nurse Lil,” Adam agrees, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The flap of the tent rips open, and a courier stumbles in, glasses crooked on his face.

“News from General Cowell,” he pants, holding out said message.

“Thanks, Private Gokey.” Adam takes the letter from him, scanning it quickly. For the benefit of everyone else in the room, Danny straightens up and announces its contents.

“It’s going to be movie night!” Adam snaps out of it, and suddenly he’s standing outside of the bedroom he and Kris share. Kris is sprawled across his bed, and Allison is pulling his shoes off while Lil drapes a blanket over him. Matt peeks out of his own bedroom, toothbrush balanced carefully in his mouth.

“Dibs on that rainbow song!” he says around a mouth full of toothpaste. He retreats to finish brushing his teeth, and suddenly everyone is buzzing about song choices.

“Adam, are you alright?” Danny asks. “You look out of it.” Adam grins and claps a hand on Danny’s shoulder.

“Just tired, man,” he explains, to which Danny nods.

“Tell me about it,” he laughs, trudging off to his own bedroom.


Author’s Notes: So, I’m not gonna lie. I was listening to my American Idol playlist while looking at promo pictures for Tarantino’s new film, Inglorious Basterds. And then an AU popped into my head. But I didn’t want to commit to an AU just yet, so I made it a daydream sort of thing.

I might expand on this one. Maybe. It all depends on my mental state after tomorrow night. (Not gonna lie, I voted for two straight hours and wound up running the battery down on my phone. Glad they don’t charge you to call in, or I’d be in trouble.)


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 13th, 2009 11:16 am (UTC)
You know, I had this idea about a WWII kinda thing with the Idols. I couldn't make myself write it, and this is so much better than anything I would've come up with. :D

I loved the General Cowell thing.
May. 13th, 2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
This is cool.
May. 13th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
Love this little snippet of AU! The pictures it put in my mind of them all uniformed up and covered in dirt are fantastically amusing!
May. 14th, 2009 06:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm really thinking that I'm going to expand on this, but I'm also pretty sure that I want to keep it in the realm of Adam's daydreaming.

Expect the next installment sometime soon, as soon as I stop hyperventilating over tonight's result show! (OMG, I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT IT.)
May. 14th, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)
I know! I think the fangirls have died a million deaths tonight!

Can't wait for the next bit! :)
May. 13th, 2009 06:08 pm (UTC)
I'm more upset than I should be about fantasy-Scott. Haha.

But this was really cute. :)
May. 14th, 2009 06:05 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry! It was only because he got eliminated, I promise!
May. 14th, 2009 12:11 am (UTC)
Oh, comrades in arms, a classic. Plus, WWI, lots of poetry, and the uniforms were all pressed and archaic. But doesn't Adam need to be doing a Marlene Dietrich cabaret thing in a smoky Parisian nightspot when an idealistic yet shellshocked Kris is encountered?*

* is completely accepting of rearranging historic tragedies into slashy backdrops.
May. 14th, 2009 06:06 am (UTC)
...would you mind terribly if I nomnomnom'd on that idea for a bit and put it into action?

Cause it's amazing, and you're amazing for hitting me over the head with the ObviouslyAnAwesomeIdea!Fanfiction Hammer of Righteousness(tm).
May. 14th, 2009 11:55 am (UTC)
Hee hee. Nomm away. I've always wanted a Hammer of righteousness.
May. 16th, 2009 07:14 am (UTC)
This is brilliant and I would definitely peg Adam to have a really wild imagination! Loved that mini-AU fantasy!
May. 16th, 2009 07:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! I mean, I'd think you'd have to have an imagination to do the things he does, right?
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