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Desire and Revenge	By : AbiDanielle Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Note: Ratings are for later chapters as will be some warnings.

***DESIRE AND REVENGE***

Chapter One

“David Cook!” The fans screamed loudly as David’s name was announced as the winner of American Idol season seven. David Archuleta stood by with a huge smile on his face as he watched David Cook step forward to take his Idol crown. Although he himself had only come runner-up when so many had told him he would win, he was proud of how far the older man had come down the Idol road. David Cook hadn’t even intended auditioning for Idol. He’d only come to support his brother who was auditioning. A producer had talked him into auditioning as well and he had gone on to win. David Archuleta was very happy for David Cook and he knew that he would still get something too even if he didn’t win. It didn’t matter to him because in one person’s heart, he was a winner. He would always be a winner.

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David Archuleta sat bolt upright in bed, rubbing his eyes and turning to stare at the clock. It was 3:42 in the morning and he yawned, turning to face the bathroom for a moment. He’d had the dream again, the dream that wasn’t really a dream. It was of that moment five years ago when David Cook had won the American Idol title and David had been right. Even though he had lost, he had been very successful with music. The now twenty-two year old had put out three albums and toured for each one worldwide. He was now in the process of creating his fourth album.

There was a reason why he kept having dreams of that night where it all had come down to him and Cook. Just about a year after he had won, Cook had turned up missing. The American Idol finale for season eight had nearly been cancelled but the network had said they should go ahead and go through with it, despite the fact that the current Idol was missing. It had been awkward having the finale when the current American Idol was MIA. David had been called in to perform in place of Cook although he had already planned to be there. It just didn’t feel right for him and he had been rather devastated. Cook was missing and it scared him. Not just because David was close to him but because he loved him. David Archuleta and David Cook, despite their age differences had been a couple and by the time the finale of season eight had rolled around, the whole world knew it.

David ran a hand down his face as he tore his eyes away from the bathroom and looked at the empty spot in the bed next to him. Emily must have gone downstairs to get something to drink like she normally did in the middle of the night. Emily was his fiancée and though he loved her very much, she could never take the place of the person who would truly have his heart. When nothing turned up in the search for Cook, David had taken it upon himself that it was time for him to move on. Four years had passed now since Cook’s disappearance and still there were no leads. The disappearance of David Cook was officially a cold case. The man would be thirty years old now but that didn’t matter anymore. The world was almost certain that Cook was dead. Many had given up on him for good. The only person, who still seemed to care at all, was David.

Feeling that he probably was not going to sleep much more that night, David dragged himself out of the bed and walked across the room to the window. He pulled the curtain back and looked out at the Los Angeles night sky. It was the end of May, approximately five years after Cook had been crowned. The anniversary of his win had been just the day before and David was certain that was one reason why the memory was affecting him so badly tonight. That night, they had shared an intimate celebration of Cook’s win. David had lost his innocence on that night and to this very day, he did not once regret sleeping with Cook. It was still what he felt was the right thing to do.

“David?” asked a sudden voice and David turned from the window to see Emily standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “David, what’s wrong?” she went on, walking across the room to stand beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. David shook his head.

“Nothing,” he replied. He knew that she probably did not believe him but Emily had never been one to question him and he knew she wouldn’t start now. He’d never told her about his feelings for Cook. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. She was wonderful and he loved her, he truly did but in the back of his mind, he knew that she wasn’t whom he was destined to be with. His soul mate was, Cook. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

“You’re thinking about the incident again, aren’t you?” Emily asked in a quiet voice. She was not stupid. David knew that. She knew what had happened to David Cook and she knew how badly it had affected him. He’d told her that Cook had been like the older brother he never had. She believed him, thankfully but he could never bring himself to tell her the truth.

“I’m sorry, I have to go downstairs and make a phone call,” he told her, not really answering her question. He knew she already knew the answer. He was sure she wouldn’t be too happy that he wanted to make a phone call at nearly four AM but she would understand.

“Do you honestly have to wake someone up at this hour?” she asked. David merely nodded. Emily sighed and gave him a kiss before turning and walking back to the bed. She climbed in and turned over on her side. David knew she would not bother him again tonight. Sighing himself, he turned and headed out of the room.

Downstairs in the living room, he pulled his cell phone from his pajama pocket and quickly dialed a number. The number belonged to a man who was now twenty-six years old. He was closer to David’s age but that wasn’t the reason why he was calling him. After Cook, he was the one of the top David had been closest to. He was the only other guy in the top twelve of season seven that David had really gotten a chance to know. That was because besides Cook and David himself, he was the last man standing. This man was Jason Castro.

“Hello?” picked up the voice on the other end of the line, not at all sounding as though it had been roused from a deep sleep. David had a notion that Jason had been expecting his call and had urged himself to wake up before hand, making it easier for him to speak with him.

“Jason,” David said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you picked up.”

“Don’t I always?” Jason responded. David could practically hear the friendly smile in his friend’s voice. He knew that Jason was trying to be comforting about the whole thing. He’d always been a charmer and he’d always been one of the nicest most caring people David had ever known.

“True, true. How is Ramiele doing?” David said, sitting down on the couch in the living room. Ramiele, another member of the David’s top twelve had ended up marrying Jason. She was not much younger than the twenty-six year old, less than a year. She was currently pregnant with her and Jason’s first child.

“She’s doing alright. She’s getting a bit nervous because she’s nearing her due date but she’s hanging in there. I’m doing the best I can to console her. I think the pregnancy is really taking its toll on her but she’s pulling through. How are you doing? I’m guessing not so great seeing as yesterday was the anniversary of the Idol crowning for our top twelve.”

“You’re right, I’m not doing too hot. I had a dream of the announcement again.”

“I figured as much. Any news on David?”

David sighed heavily. He knew that just the sound of it would tell Jason that there was no such luck. Jason was the only one he knew that gave him any support or hope at finding Cook. No one else seemed to be on the bandwagon with it and frankly, it was starting to make David feel as though not very many people really supported him. He knew of many fans who loved him but were angry for his engagement to Emily. He couldn’t blame them. A part of him was angry at himself for his disloyalty to Cook. But what could he do? There was no evidence that Cook was even alive. He had to move on and he had to just live with it and push past the misery that swelled within his heart.

“David? You still there man?” Jason’s sudden voice shocked David out of his thoughts and he shook his head off.

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry Jason, I guess I just zoned out for a minute or two. I got a lot on my mind you know.” He could practically hear his friend nodding on the other end of the line. He knew that Jason understood.

“I know. I’ll let you go for now. You can always call again if you need me.”

“Alright, thanks Jason,” David replied.

“Anytime David, anytime.” There was a click as Jason hung up the phone. David sighed and rested his head against the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, feeling the first sting of tears beginning to well themselves up. He missed Cook and he missed him bad. It always got worse on the anniversary of Cook’s win. The night had been very special to David. Sure, he’d made love to Emily but it was nothing like the way Cook had made love to him on that night. That was the most wonderful moment of David’s life and he knew it. It would always be that way; nothing would ever change it. Sighing a second time, David dropped his hands down into his lap the phone still held in one and let the tears fall. His sadness was overwhelming him and he was beginning to wonder if he would ever truly be happy again.

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“Get up! Get up you darned fool! I don’t remember telling you, you were allowed to sleep this late!” a girl screamed at a man who was lying on a cot in a thick sleep. His hands were bound together and his feet had been shackled. The man opened his eyes and blinked several times. His face was unrecognizable. The beard that had once been a trim goatee had evolved and grown down as far as the middle of his chest. His hair was bedraggled and was flowing in knots down his back. He looked rather pale as though he had been in poor health for a long time. Yes, he was unrecognizable. Should anyone come across the frail looking man, they would never have guessed that he was the very same, David Cook who had won American Idol five years ago. He was no longer appealing in anyway and he was weak.

David knew that he had most likely been given up as a lost cause. The world probably thought he was dead. What was more, the heart of the one he loved, back then a boy, now surely a man, was more than likely broken in two with the hurt of his disappearance. David Archuleta, the boy he had shared such intimate moments with throughout season seven of American Idol, none more so than the moment they had had on the night of his Idol crowning, was still the one person who meant more to him than anyone else in the world.

As strange as it was, David was not allowed to even so much as mutter Archuleta’s name in the house of his captivity. The girl who was his captor hated the boy more than David had ever seen anyone hate another person. Apparently, she had been infatuated with Archuleta during their school years, seeing as the two of them had attended the same high school and she had been planning on making him hers. She had been infuriated when she learned shortly after the season seven finale of American Idol, along with the rest of America, that Archuleta had fallen for David. It had been then, that the girl had devised a plan to hurt Archuleta and barely a week or two before the season eight finale she had successfully kidnapped David, leaving no trace at all of what had happened to him.

“Didn’t you hear me you fool? Get up!” the girl screamed again and David pushed himself into a sitting position. The girl scowled. “Slow poke!” She put her hands on her hips for a moment before untying his wrists and thrusting a bowl of some kind of gray slop in his face. “Eat, it’s all you’re going to get today. If you had gotten up when I first told you to, you would get more!” she continued. That said, his captor folded her arms across her chest and stalked off. David sighed and began to slowly eat the gray slop. The foul taste didn’t bother him. It was all he’d been getting to eat ever since his initial captivity four years prior. He’d gotten used to it.

As he ate, his eyes roamed to the box that sat across the floor. In it, were all the things that he longed to have back in his possession, his clothes, his guitar, his cell phone. He’d had all of it with him. Well the clothes had been on him but the point was, he’d had all of it with him the day he’d been kidnapped. The car, the Ford that had been given to him on the night of his Idol crowning, had been driven into hiding by the girl sometime after she’d first chained him up. He’d been shackled ever since that day and was only freed from the ankle cuffs by the girl twice a day for a bathroom break which she played guard during, just to make sure he would not attempt to make a getaway.

What he wouldn’t give to get himself over to that box and retrieve his cell phone, praying that after four years, Archuleta still had the same number. His love would be the first person he would call if he could get his hands on that phone. Not the police, not his parents, not even his brother, but Archuleta, his Archie. At the moment, no one meant more to David than his Archie.

A smirk crossed his face as he felt sudden glee wash over him. Today was the day it was all going to end. Today was the day he was going to get out of here. The girl thought he was frail but she was wrong. If anything, David was stronger than he had ever been and she was in for a surprise. Any moment now, she would be returning for the empty bowl and to unshackle his ankles for a bathroom break. That was when he would turn on her. Sure, he could have done it ages ago but he had to make sure that she was not expecting the sudden attack. It was the best way to actually pull it off. He hated having to wait so long to make his break but it was necessary.

Sure enough, a moment later, the girl re-entered the room. She held out her hand for the bowl, the scowl still on her face. David handed it to her without hesitation and she put it down on a nearby table momentarily. She then pulled a key from her pocket and proceeded as normal to unlock the shackles around his ankles. That’s where the normal routine was broken. Just as she released his right ankle, David swung his foot up with all his might and kicked her in the face. She stood up and stumbled backwards as her head jerked back. Fortunately for him, she was near a wall and when her head jerked back, it slammed into the wall, knocking her out cold. Retrieving the key that had fallen to the floor when he kicked her, David unlocked the shackle around his left ankle and stood up, the smirk on his face growing.

Moving quickly as he didn’t know how long the girl would remain unconscious, he hurried over to the box and picked it up, rushing off to the bathroom. The last time he had been in bathroom, he’d made a close observation of where things were and he grabbed a package of razors he knew to be stashed under the sink along with some shaving cream.

David carefully set the items on the sink and moved back to the door to lock it. He then proceeded to open the box and pull out the clothes inside. They were clean. The girl had laundered them, though he didn’t know why she had cared to. He laid them neatly on the toilet and turned on the shower. He had been given nothing but an old pair of shorts to wear, which he stripped off and threw away in the trash. The girl hadn’t even had the decency to allow him to keep his boxers on. They lay atop his clothes now that sat on the toilet.

Seeing that everything was ready, David wasted no time climbing into the shower. It was something he hadn’t been allowed to do in the entire four years he’d be in captivity and the smell was starting to eat away at himself. He knew he would have to act fast or else the girl would soon be at the bathroom door, possibly pounding on it. He scrubbed himself several times over with soap and washed his hair and beard about twenty times at least. He wanted to make sure the smell was gone and after doing all that, he was convinced that it was.

Satisfied with his cleanliness, David turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. Ignoring the clothes laid on the toilet, he walked straight to the sink, grabbed the shaving cream and was about to open it when he remembered an electric razor that was also stashed under the sink. Putting the cream down he reached under and grabbed the tool as well as a pair of scissors for his hair. Being one who had always kept his goatee neat and trim, he managed to shave off the excess beard and mustache, leaving only the same neat trim goatee look he had had all those years ago. Happy with the results, he went to work cutting his hair, measuring carefully. Within minutes, the man staring back at him from the mirror was no longer the man with the bedraggled knotted long hair and overgrown beard. He was, David Cook, the same David Cook that the world had known four years ago when he was twenty-six. He looked exactly as he had the last time anyone had seen him. Clean cut and smiling.

Pleased that he had been able to return his face and hair to their former glory, David reached for the clothes on the toilet to begin dressing himself. Just then, there was a pounding on the bathroom door and he knew if he didn’t hurry, the girl would break right through it.

“Let me in you fool! You won’t get away with this David Cook! I’ll tell the cops what you have done to me!”

“No you won’t!” The girl let out a scream of frustration, which he took to mean she was challenging him as if to say ‘how would you know?’ “You won’t do that because you know that if you tell the cops that David Cook knocked you out, they’re going to start interrogating you on my whereabouts and you’ve never been a good liar. You’ll be forced to confessed that you abducted me.” The scream of rage the erupted from the girl’s mouth as she pounded on the door told David he’d been right on the money and she knew it.

Laughing, he finished dressing and made his way over to the bathroom window by which he’d set the box. He reached into the box and grabbed, his guitar, his car keys, which the girl had packed in it after hiding the car, and his cell phone. He looked down at the other contents, and picked up a notebook full of lyrics and appointments but that was all he needed. The rest of the stuff didn’t matter to him. He didn’t bother taking his house keys because surely, the place where he lived would belong to someone else by now. So, they would be no use to him.

“Don’t think I’m not going to press charges. There is no way you’re getting out of this. I have pictures of you!” Smirking to himself, he walked across the bathroom to the laundry basket. Kneeling down beside it, he opened a small part and pulled out a security camera. The girl herself had put it there, to keep her eye on him while he was doing his business in the bathroom after she had stopped feeling obligated to stand guard inside and watch him personally.

Heading back over to the box, he dumped the rest of the contents on the floor and stuck the larger items he planned on taking with him inside it, sealing it. Then, he turned and opened the window before bending down, picking up the box, and easily pushing it out. Without so much as a good-bye to the girl, David pulled himself up on the window ledge and easily jumped out. Picking up the box again, he hurried off down the walkway around to the front of the house. Glancing both ways, he turned left and started walking off, down the street.
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