FIC: A Dream That Could Not Last (AI: Ryan/Simon, Amanda/Carly, Kimberley/Anwar, PG) [COMPLETE]

[the_water_clock]

Author: Clio
Title: A Dream That Could Not Last: Prologue
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell, Amanda Overmyer/Carly Smithson, Kimberley Locke/Anwar Robinson
Chapter Rating: PG
Chapter Summary: The fire last time.
Chapter Length: 1100 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: A Dream That Could Not Last is an AU romantic comedy set in 1939 London, when everyone knew war was on the horizon but no one was sure when or how it would arrive—which made love of all kinds that much more important. Follow a year in the life of three groups of (mostly) Americans: pilots who joined the RAF, singers and dancers in a swing music revue, and reporters for BBC Radio. As usual there will be plenty of songs along the way to set the mood, plus art by the amazing bhanesidhe.
This was a big undertaking, and needed a team. If I was the writer/director, then locumtenens was my editor, lillijulianne, musicforcylons and evil_erato my producers, dana_kujan the actually helpful studio executive; and ali_wildgoose my executive producer who kept the train on the tracks in ways so numerous I cannot list them here.

Prologue | 1: The Lady Eve | 2: Adam's Rib | 3: His Girl Friday | 4: Bringing Up Baby | 5: Stella Dallas | 6: Pursuits of Happiness | 7: Gaslight | 8: The Philadelphia Story | 9: Contesting Tears | 10: It Happened One Night | 11: The Awful Truth | 12: Now, Voyager | Epilogue

For Mother, who made me watch all these movies in the first place.

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6 September 1916

"So you're at Cambridge?" the major asked.

Second Lieutenant Simon Cowell shifted in his seat, and wondered why the chair felt so very hard.  It really shouldn't; it couldn't be harder than the chairs at school.  "Yes, sir.  I would have been starting my third year."

"Mmhmm."  The major continued to look through what Simon assumed was his new file.  "Ah, you worked as an office clerk during your school holidays?"

"Yes, sir.  I can use a typewriter and a telegraph."

"You've learned to type?  Unusual for a man."

"My father didn't believe in hiring female typists.  Or I should say, my mother didn't believe in my father hiring female typists."

The major chuckled.  "What sort of office was that?"

"My father is a theatrical agent, sir."

"Hmm," the major said.  "Well, typing is a skill that will be useful to the Army.  No good sending a woman to the front."

"No, sir."

"You won't be at the front, exactly.  More like near it.  Not that we'll be in France for long.  Only another two months to beat Jerry, I imagine."

"So I hear, sir."

"Unless."  The major paused, looked up from the papers.  "Some of these young fellows, they want to get right into the fight before it's over.  You know, get their licks in."  He raised an eyebrow.

Simon stared at the major for a long time, then replied, "I want to go where I'll be the most use to the war effort, sir."

The major smiled, and nodded his head.  "Right you are, son," he said.  "All this rushing to the front is damned foolishness if you ask me.  Raw recruits, no way to run an army.  No way at all.  Sound training is what's needed."

"Yes, sir."

"Now that you've done your basic, we'll be sending you to France in a few days—enough time to say good bye to the family, I expect.   Where are they?"

"Yes, sir.  Hertfordshire, sir."

"Very good.  You're at leisure now; Martin will let you know when to report for transport.  Good luck, Lt. Cowell," the major said, standing to shake Simon's hand.

"Thank you, sir."

That night Simon went out for a last drink with his schoolmates, now fellow junior officers, who all expressed sympathy for his plight.  "Taking one for the Army, Cowell," Ken had said, and Simon had laughed it off, said they were all on the same side, no matter what their work was.  It was only later, when he'd poured himself onto an overnight train headed for Elstree, that he looked at his reflection in the window, and faced his real feelings on the matter.

For it wasn't disappointment.  It was relief.

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6 February 1939

Ryan Seacrest shifted in bed, the first real bed he'd slept in since he'd accompanied the Spanish Republicans out of Barcelona and into exile in France. For the last two weeks they'd run through Catalonia, into the mountains, and over the Andorran border into France; last night was the first night they'd spent in an inn rather than in some kind farmer's barn.  Ryan wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next, now that they'd reached relative safety. His instinct told him that the story was over, but he pushed aside the usual ugly itching feeling for David's sake.  The sun was warm on his back and behind, the sheets having slid down at some point, which reminded Ryan of David taking advantage of the mattress the night before by fucking Ryan into it, anger and frustration and desperation spilling out over them both. 

He stretched, reaching out for David, but felt only linen and a sheet of paper. 

Ryan—As you would say, we had a good run.  But now I must go, and you can do us more good by keeping our story alive.  Write the book!

I ask one more favor—take small David to London, to school.  I'll send a telegraph with details to the American Express in London.  He has his papers but I'm sure you'll be able to talk your way through any difficulties.  You're so good at that.

We'll see each other again.  Until then, be well.

David

Well.  At least now he knew what to do next.  A knock at the door could be only one person—he moved the sheets to cover what was necessary.  "Come in."

Small David Archuleta—who had been named after his mother's brother, and was small, though he was sixteen now—walked in carrying a small breakfast tray, his rucksack dangling from one shoulder. "They've all gone," he said, setting the tray on the bedside table.  He poured out coffee, and handed Ryan a cup. "So what now?"  he asked, sitting on a chair near the bed.

"So now," Ryan said, sipping his coffee, "we go to London to put you back into school."

David nodded as he took a roll.  "When do we leave?"

"As soon as I get a shower," Ryan said, reaching for his boxers.

There was a tiny shaving mirror hanging in the bath, and Ryan was a little startled to see himself, unshaven, hair every which way.  He wondered what the boys back in Hollywood would think of his appearance—he used to be such a Beau Brummel, but maybe that's what love, or politics, or both will do to you.  He decided to ask the proprietor to take a picture of him and small David before they go, was glad that somewhere in the film was one of him and David Hernandez, his erstwhile lover. 

He lathered up his chest and arms and wondered why he didn't feel heartbroken.  He'd known David for two years, been his lover for nearly that long, believed in him and his people and his cause, adored his rousing speeches and his olive skin in roughly equal measure.  Was this just his forgotten journalistic distance returning to him at this late date, when he was thinking of gathering his dispatches into a book?  Was it because cause and country had been lost?   Or was it that damn itch, the one that made him eventually tire of the tennis star and the actor?

He turned off the tap and looked back in the mirror.  No use in all this woolgathering; David had made their parting even easier on Ryan by giving him a job to do.  He dressed quickly and went back to small David, who looked up at him, determined as ever.

"All right, David," he said.  "Let's get out of here."

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Chapter One: The Lady Eve

Comments

[ali-wildgoose.livejournal.com]

eeeeeeee <3

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for everything!!!! ♥ ♥ ♥

[evil-erato.livejournal.com]

I am full of glee that this is posting! :D YAY!!

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Me too, now that it's up and going and I can't really stress about it anymore! Thanks for everything! ♥ ♥ ♥

[dreamerren.livejournal.com]

Eeee! *claps* I remember you telling me about this and I'm so glad it's finally here and I can finally read it. I'm SO intrigued so far, you've set up so much in just these first two parts and I can't wait to see all the different places to go. (Two points for the David Hernandez that will make honestys_easy squee :D)

Excellent beginning and I can't wait to see how everything (and everyone) falls into place :D

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm glad that this part peaks interest—one is never sure about the beginnings of things, especially when one already knows where everything is going! Thank you!

[honestys-easy.livejournal.com]

Sweeeeeeet. I can't wait to read this!

[amyamy.livejournal.com]

W00t! Clio story! This is a fabulous set up and I'm really looking forward to seeing where it goes.

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm so glad you're intrigued—one never knows!

[dana-kujan.livejournal.com]

\o/ I'm so glad the posting of ADTCNL has begun, and in this way. As I said in my notes to you, the experience was like soaking in a luxurious bubble bath. I think every reader should savor it over the coming weeks. I know I will (again).

[jlh.livejournal.com]

You were so much help—you seriously were the studio exec with good notes! Thank you so much! ♥ ♥ ♥

[sistermagpie.livejournal.com]

Hurray! I'm already squeeing at Simon and Ryan, so different but themselves, and most importantly so different from each other. Loving small David, too, just for being there and being small. I especially like Simon's interviewer--he totally sounds like who that guy would be at that time.

I found one I think typo and amazingly remembered to note it:

He decided to ask the proprietor to take a picture of him and small David before they go..."

Did you mean "before they went?" or is it correct and it just sounds funny to me--which could totally be the case.

[jlh.livejournal.com]

I think it's right—it isn't that he decided before they went, but that he wanted a picture taken before they go.

I'm glad the Major came across as appropriately Victorian Boer War vet! And that Simon and Ryan and all of it seems interesting. One never knows with beginnings, and they're so important. Yay, thank you!

[honestys-easy.livejournal.com]

.....probably shouldn't have decided to read this while at work. Though it's a Friday, there are less people here to see me freak out and flail every seven seconds. (Apparently dreamerren was right in her comment.)

I'm so excited that you're finally posting this and I can't wait to read it and see where everything goes!

[jlh.livejournal.com]

I'm excited that it looks interesting! One is never sure with beginnings. Thank you!

[locumtenens.livejournal.com]

Love, love love the banner!

And I'm so excited about this finally starting up!

[jlh.livejournal.com]

It came out really well! I'm excited too, when I'm not nervous! Thanks for everything! ♥ ♥ ♥

[musicforcylons.livejournal.com]

I am beyond ecstatic to see this up and running, I can't even say! So much love for this!

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Thanks for everything, including that rec! You were so much help! ♥ ♥ ♥

[jenncho.livejournal.com]

This is so great so far. I always felt like there wasn't enough AU Rymon stuff out there. Or really Rymon stuff in general. You're awesome at both obviously.

I can't wait to see where you take this.

[jlh.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! While I feel their actual love story is totally epic, I don't think I could write an epic about them running around Hollywood, so I'm all about the AU! I'm so glad that you like it so far!

[strawberrytatoo.livejournal.com]

Oh my GOD, the image of Simon in the army? *SWOON*

It certainly looks like this is going to be every bit as amazing as I thought it would be, when you mentioned it a few months ago, and I am so so giddy and excited that it is finally heeeeere! Eeeee!

Your list of guest stars are totally made of win, and I am so so excited about this fic that´s it´s a little embarrassing, actually ;)

<333

[jlh.livejournal.com]

And he's a baby! I wish I had a picture of him that young.

I've been working on it for so long, it seems strange that people are actually going to be reading it now! I'm so pleased you're excited—I am too, I must admit!

Thank you!!

[americonedream.livejournal.com]

I'm so very glad I was able to watch the season with AI that had all the Davids in, so at least I know who they are! I'm intrigued - can I ask why you picked this time period to set it in? I'm already waiting anxiously for Ryan and Simon's paths to cross...

[jlh.livejournal.com]

I had already written the 60s piece, and last spring I was just finishing beta-ing an 80s Chris/Blake AU for a friend, and Ari and Ali were over one night for AI and I was saying that I wanted to write my own long Rymon-centered fic, but it would have to be an AU mostly because there isn't that much to say about their actual lives and I feel like I've said a lot of it. And then I started thinking about Ryan being in radio, and the rest of it just fell into place—the Phoney War period, and then the Blitz, and Ryan being an American in London instead of Simon being a Brit in NYC or LA was interesting. I find it easier to keep them all in character if they're in/around the entertainment industry, just in a different time period and therefore a slightly different situation.

THanks! I'm excited you're reading it!