So, this is
American Idol fic. I did not actually watch this season of AI. A month and a half ago,
monkiedude reappeared online, all twitterpated by some dude named David Cook. I happened to be couchbound by a foot injury (don't drink and walk, people) and spent three days watching every performance, interview, and bit of backstage tomfoolery Monkie could find for me.
And then I wrote 9,000 words of David Cook/OFC. I...did not see that coming!
If you don't know who David Cook is, you can read this as original fiction. Or you can
watch this for a (non-singing) primer.
Title: Work Our Way Slow To The Start
Pairing: David Cook/OFC
Rating: R
Summary: In which David Cook drinks beer, talks baseball, plays with children, worries, writes music, wins some karaoke contest, is kind of a jerk, makes a confession, kisses a girl, and sings.
( She snaps her head up and frowns on principle at the throat-clearer, who turns out to be a generic-looking music dude: carefully tousled hair, three-days-worth of scruff, battered boots and jeans, suitably masculine jewelry. )