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FIC: AI - Time After Time - David C/David A - PG-13 - 2/3
Part two of three; read part one first, the final part will be posted next Saturday.
Also this is crack and completely unrealistic (the time travel should be your first clue), a suspension of disbelief is required.
Where David is pretty sure he’s going insane.
TITLE: Time After Time
FANDOM: American Idol
RATING: PG13 (for language)
PAIRING: David/David
AUTHOR: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Hit the back button if you recognize your own name, also I don’t own anybody, and this never happened.
Time After Time – Part 2
The Disney binder stays with him. He’s pretty sure that Michael and Carly had noticed that he hadn’t relinquished custody of it when he kicked them out, they thankfully didn’t ask questions that he couldn’t answer.
He’s pretty sure he’s going insane.
This kid can’t be his Archie, he just can’t be. (Even though he has the same name and same smile and…)
He digs through his bag until he finds the ring and it’s plain, there’s nothing ornate about it. Pretty much the only thing special about it is the fact that engraved on the inside of the band are his and Archie’s initials.
Emilie hadn’t been dissuaded, no matter how hard Archie had fought her on it.
The ring feels heavy in his hand and when he slips it on his finger the weight of it feels frighteningly familiar. He’d only worn it for a couple of days, it shouldn’t feel familiar at all.
He flips the binder back open and there’s Archie beaming at him.
All bright smile and happy eyes.
He looks unbelievably young and he checks the birthdate before he has a panic attack.
He’s 18 and David thanks god for small miracles.
He’s so completely going to get smacked upside the head by his mother if she finds out about this.
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He finds the first season of MMC on line and there are familiar faces on it.
People that he’s seen in magazines, in movies, he doesn’t actually know any of these kids.
Zac had done High School Musical and Hairspray, Vanessa comes in at the tail end of season one and two of the three Jonas Brothers are there as well.
He can’t remember who dated who and when, but he’s pretty sure that one of the Jonas Brothers is the reason that Miley had tried to break her contract. He vaguely remembers a lot of talk about some pictorial she’d done.
These kids are all bouncy and pretty, the kid that can’t be David’s Archie is paired up with Miranda more times then not. He guests on her show and the teenie magazines say that Miranda is his idea of the perfect girl.
He rubs at his head and takes two more aspirin. He’s had a headache going on two days now.
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There’s a meet and greet scheduled between the Idols and MMC kids before the actual concert.
They get a long list of things they can and can’t say to the kids. There’s only a handful that are under eighteen but even the over eighteen set are being pretty well insulated by their handlers.
David is pretty sure that the MMC kids don’t get nearly as long a list from the Idol’s handlers.
The ring is on a chain around his neck. He hadn’t been able to put it back in its box in the bottom of his bag once he’d dug it out.
He can’t wear it though, the fans would go insane and he already gets migraines when he looks at the message boards. Everything he wears, says, does, every person that he hangs out with apparently requires the fangirls input.
They really hadn’t liked Kim; he doesn’t want to know what they’d think about Archie.
The Disney kids are all well-dressed, soft spoken, they’re all wearing their ears.
David shakes hands and makes small talk. He can see the kid that can’t be Archie standing with Miranda laughing at something that Michael is saying.
The laugh is so utterly familiar that it stops him dead in his tracks and one of the Jonas kids looks at him funny.
Carly loops her arm through his and drags him the final few steps over.
“Hi,” Carly says brightly, she’s got a fake tone to her voice but still sounds friendly enough. “I’m Carly, this is David, Michael’s not saying anything derogatory is he? I’d hate to have to report him.”
Archie laughs softly; Miranda seems entranced by Carly’s tattoos.
Archie won’t look directly at him; instead he focuses all his attention on Carly and Michael.
“This is David and Miranda,” Michael says when neither one of the kids says anything.
Archie smiles, not a real smile because you can’t see any teeth and Miranda wraps her hands around one of Archie’s arms and leans into his side.
Archie still doesn’t look at him.
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David corners Archie in the bathroom, he hadn’t meant to. But Archie’d really not left him any choice in the matter, he never left Miranda’s side, and whenever Miranda made to break away and wander off he’d latch onto her like he’d die if they were separated.
The bathroom though, Archie had no choice but to go by himself, they weren’t girls after all, they didn’t travel in packs.
David waits by the door and Archie stops dead in his tracks when he sees him. Any doubt that David might possibly have had that this kid wasn’t his Archie fades away into nothing.
Because this kid knows him and is staring at him with a stricken expression on his face.
“You’re not wearing your wedding band there Archie,” David says, his voice is soft; he doesn’t want to be overheard. Also, he’s pretty sure that’s not what he meant to say, it’s what comes out of his mouth though so he goes with it.
Archie opens and closes his mouth, like he can’t decide what to say. David really hopes that he isn’t going to attempt to lie to him.
Instead he just sighs, and pulls on a chain around his neck, it had been lying under his shirt, David hadn’t even noticed it. Dangling at the end is the mate to the band that is hanging around his own neck.
David smirks and Archie scowls at him.
“It’s not like you’re wearing yours either,” Archie mutters. He’s turning a familiar shade of red. David wants to touch him, hug him, kiss him, push him up against a wall… if there was a way to lock or barricade the door…
Archie takes a step back as if he can read his mind, crosses his arms over his chest and glares.
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It takes David a day to get any sort of information on Archie. Like a phone number, an e-mail address, his home address. Once he has the number he programs it into his cell like the girl that he apparently is. The e-mail and home address go into his address book.
It takes another day for him to get up the nerve to call it and he’s slightly disappointed when it goes straight to voice mail. David hangs up, doesn’t leave a message.
He keeps trying and is getting used to the sound of a voice that isn’t Archie’s telling him that he isn’t available and can leave a message after the tone if he so chooses; he’s so used to that voice that when Archie finally does answer David is so shocked that he can’t say anything.
He’d pretty much thought that Archie never carried his cellphone with him.
Archie says hello three times, when he says sarcastically, “Gosh, it was nice not chatting with you, call again soon,” David finally manages to say something.
“Archie?”
And then it’s Archie’s turn to be silent at the other end.
“How did you get this number?” he asks suspiciously.
David coughs, clears his throat. He doesn’t tell Archie that he’d had Carly call Miranda for Archie’s contact information. It probably would have been easier to use the e-mail address that Miranda had also supplied, or show up on his doorstep, but David had kind of wanted to hear Archie’s voice.
Even if it was Archie’s voice telling him to never call him again.
“Miranda,” Archie sighs.
“She was very pleasant; she was asking a lot of questions about Carly’s tattoos though.”
“If she shows up on set with one I know who to point her parents and the producers at then,” Archie says.
They both sit in silence on their respective ends of the phone line.
“I think we should talk,” David says finally. He’d be all for just sitting here and listening to Archie breathe, but he kind of wants to see him and listen to him talk a little bit more.
It’s possible that he managed to get a bit attached during those couple of days they were thrown together.
And got married.
He wants to know how Archie had ended up back there, why Archie had never gone back.
“I don’t know what we need to talk about,” Archie says.
David pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it.
“Are you serious?” he asks when he puts it back to his ear.
“Well it’s not like we’re actually… you know,” Archie says in a hushed voice. Like his handlers will hear him talking about marriage to another guy and pop out of thin air.
“You actually stood through the same ceremony that I did, right? You know, the one with the rings and the vows and the sex at the end of a six hour reception?”
“You mean the one that was a couple of hundred years ago, the one that neither one of us has a piece of paper saying that it actually happened,” Archie mutters.
“We have rings and a really strong recollection of the events of that day,” David says.
He doesn’t know why it’s so important that Archie not fight him on this, it just seems like kismet, fate that the two of them just happened to travel to the same place at the same time and meet; and then both go back home and meet again.
It has to mean something; he’s not going to let Archie brush it under the rug like it was nothing, just because it happened two hundred years ago didn’t mean that it didn’t really happen.
“You owe me two hundred and twelve years worth of anniversary gifts then,” Archie says, he sounds sort of resigned to the fact that David isn’t going to let himself be brushed aside like an impromptu Vegas wedding.
“What is that, gold encrusted diamonds or something?” David grins.
“A small country at the very least.”
“I want to meet for lunch, or dinner, your choice. I think we should at least talk.”
Archie sighs. “I want to at least get to choose the restaurant.”
“Fine.”
“And I think you should still buy me a small country.”
David laughs as Archie hangs up.
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Contrary to David’s attempts they do not actually get to meet up for their 212 year belated wedding anniversary dinner until after the concert.
He’d think that it was Archie’s doing but Archie had at least tried. He’d sent over his calendar and he’d had 30 minutes on a Thursday where he wasn’t scheduled to be somewhere or to be enroute to somewhere.
The Disney group apparently kept their kids on short leashes. Pretty much every hour of his day was planned out for him.
If he wasn’t taping MMC, he was practicing for the next taping, or was guesting on one of the others shows, or was presenting an award to kid in a hospital or was performing at a charity auction/concert/birthday party.
David was really fucking glad that he hadn’t got tied up with that group. His Idol handlers just let him do whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t result in him embarrassing himself or the show.
They talk every day, sometimes for a couple of minutes, sometimes they lose track of time and David wakes with his cellphone dead next to his ear.
The only times that David actually sees Archie before the joint concert are at the two practice sessions and a ceremony where the Idols are all made honorary Mouseketeers.
He stands off to the side of the stage watching the MMC group warm up at the second practice session and even though they have their ears on they’re all in jeans and t-shirts.
David is beginning to wonder if they ever go anywhere without those ears though, it seems like they’re permanently attached to their heads, he hasn’t seen one picture yet of Archie without them… not that he’s been looking, Michael has apparently figured out that whatever is going on with David has something to do with Archie and has taken to sending him picspams when he’s bored.
Which seems to be quite frequently.
Archie is over to one side with Zac and the youngest of the two Jonas brothers, David can’t tell if they’re warming up or gossiping.
With the way the youngest one keeps shooting glances over to where Miley and Miranda are whispering in each others ears he assumes they’re gossiping.
Except they’re guys and guys don’t do that.
Archie laughs and Zac mock-punches him in the arm, laughing as well, then slings an arm over his shoulder. The Jonas (David is really going to have to learn their names, he thinks he’s singing a verse in their last group song with one of them) brother leans in close.
David has to physically stop himself from going over and flinging Zac’s arm off, Michael helps keep him from making a fool of himself by tossing his arm over his shoulder.
“The Disney people catch you staring at the kid like you want to eat him alive they’ll have words with you,” Michael mutters in his ear.
David glances over at him; Michael’s staring over at where someone has rounded all the MMC kids up and has them standing in a straight line in order of size.
Archie’s near the middle. The youngest Jonas brother standing next to him; thankfully Zac is a couple of people on the other side.
“Where’s my Idols?” someone calls.
David shrugs Michael’s arm off and leads the charge across the stage.
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“Do the ears come off?” David asks.
There’s dead silence on the other end of the phone.
“The Disney people pay for the surgery once we leave the show,” Archie finally says, David can hear Archie laughing at him in his voice.
“I just wondered, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without the ears,” David says defensively. It’s not his fault that apparently the only pictures that Michael can find on the net have Archie proudly wearing those ears.
“You’ve seen me without my ears,” Archie says finally, now he isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’s laughing at David.
“No I haven’t,” David says. “When?”
“About 212 years ago, I spent almost thirty days without my ears on my head. Though Emilie would have found probably found them vastly amusing.”
“You were part of MMC then?” David can almost hear Archie calling him a doofus, thankfully Archie doesn’t actually say the words out loud.
“I’ve been on the Club since I was thirteen,” Archie says slowly. Like David is a particularly unintelligent idiot, David doesn’t even know why he asked that, it isn’t like he hasn’t been to Archie’s official Mouseketeer webpage or his personal website or the Wikipedia Entry for the new MMC.
He doesn’t call himself a stalker because that’s what he has Michael for.
Besides he’s not stalking Archie, he’s legally married to him; he’s just expressing an interest in his partners’ activities and hobbies.
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Also this is crack and completely unrealistic (the time travel should be your first clue), a suspension of disbelief is required.
Where David is pretty sure he’s going insane.
TITLE: Time After Time
FANDOM: American Idol
RATING: PG13 (for language)
PAIRING: David/David
AUTHOR: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Hit the back button if you recognize your own name, also I don’t own anybody, and this never happened.
Time After Time – Part 2
The Disney binder stays with him. He’s pretty sure that Michael and Carly had noticed that he hadn’t relinquished custody of it when he kicked them out, they thankfully didn’t ask questions that he couldn’t answer.
He’s pretty sure he’s going insane.
This kid can’t be his Archie, he just can’t be. (Even though he has the same name and same smile and…)
He digs through his bag until he finds the ring and it’s plain, there’s nothing ornate about it. Pretty much the only thing special about it is the fact that engraved on the inside of the band are his and Archie’s initials.
Emilie hadn’t been dissuaded, no matter how hard Archie had fought her on it.
The ring feels heavy in his hand and when he slips it on his finger the weight of it feels frighteningly familiar. He’d only worn it for a couple of days, it shouldn’t feel familiar at all.
He flips the binder back open and there’s Archie beaming at him.
All bright smile and happy eyes.
He looks unbelievably young and he checks the birthdate before he has a panic attack.
He’s 18 and David thanks god for small miracles.
He’s so completely going to get smacked upside the head by his mother if she finds out about this.
He finds the first season of MMC on line and there are familiar faces on it.
People that he’s seen in magazines, in movies, he doesn’t actually know any of these kids.
Zac had done High School Musical and Hairspray, Vanessa comes in at the tail end of season one and two of the three Jonas Brothers are there as well.
He can’t remember who dated who and when, but he’s pretty sure that one of the Jonas Brothers is the reason that Miley had tried to break her contract. He vaguely remembers a lot of talk about some pictorial she’d done.
These kids are all bouncy and pretty, the kid that can’t be David’s Archie is paired up with Miranda more times then not. He guests on her show and the teenie magazines say that Miranda is his idea of the perfect girl.
He rubs at his head and takes two more aspirin. He’s had a headache going on two days now.
There’s a meet and greet scheduled between the Idols and MMC kids before the actual concert.
They get a long list of things they can and can’t say to the kids. There’s only a handful that are under eighteen but even the over eighteen set are being pretty well insulated by their handlers.
David is pretty sure that the MMC kids don’t get nearly as long a list from the Idol’s handlers.
The ring is on a chain around his neck. He hadn’t been able to put it back in its box in the bottom of his bag once he’d dug it out.
He can’t wear it though, the fans would go insane and he already gets migraines when he looks at the message boards. Everything he wears, says, does, every person that he hangs out with apparently requires the fangirls input.
They really hadn’t liked Kim; he doesn’t want to know what they’d think about Archie.
The Disney kids are all well-dressed, soft spoken, they’re all wearing their ears.
David shakes hands and makes small talk. He can see the kid that can’t be Archie standing with Miranda laughing at something that Michael is saying.
The laugh is so utterly familiar that it stops him dead in his tracks and one of the Jonas kids looks at him funny.
Carly loops her arm through his and drags him the final few steps over.
“Hi,” Carly says brightly, she’s got a fake tone to her voice but still sounds friendly enough. “I’m Carly, this is David, Michael’s not saying anything derogatory is he? I’d hate to have to report him.”
Archie laughs softly; Miranda seems entranced by Carly’s tattoos.
Archie won’t look directly at him; instead he focuses all his attention on Carly and Michael.
“This is David and Miranda,” Michael says when neither one of the kids says anything.
Archie smiles, not a real smile because you can’t see any teeth and Miranda wraps her hands around one of Archie’s arms and leans into his side.
Archie still doesn’t look at him.
David corners Archie in the bathroom, he hadn’t meant to. But Archie’d really not left him any choice in the matter, he never left Miranda’s side, and whenever Miranda made to break away and wander off he’d latch onto her like he’d die if they were separated.
The bathroom though, Archie had no choice but to go by himself, they weren’t girls after all, they didn’t travel in packs.
David waits by the door and Archie stops dead in his tracks when he sees him. Any doubt that David might possibly have had that this kid wasn’t his Archie fades away into nothing.
Because this kid knows him and is staring at him with a stricken expression on his face.
“You’re not wearing your wedding band there Archie,” David says, his voice is soft; he doesn’t want to be overheard. Also, he’s pretty sure that’s not what he meant to say, it’s what comes out of his mouth though so he goes with it.
Archie opens and closes his mouth, like he can’t decide what to say. David really hopes that he isn’t going to attempt to lie to him.
Instead he just sighs, and pulls on a chain around his neck, it had been lying under his shirt, David hadn’t even noticed it. Dangling at the end is the mate to the band that is hanging around his own neck.
David smirks and Archie scowls at him.
“It’s not like you’re wearing yours either,” Archie mutters. He’s turning a familiar shade of red. David wants to touch him, hug him, kiss him, push him up against a wall… if there was a way to lock or barricade the door…
Archie takes a step back as if he can read his mind, crosses his arms over his chest and glares.
It takes David a day to get any sort of information on Archie. Like a phone number, an e-mail address, his home address. Once he has the number he programs it into his cell like the girl that he apparently is. The e-mail and home address go into his address book.
It takes another day for him to get up the nerve to call it and he’s slightly disappointed when it goes straight to voice mail. David hangs up, doesn’t leave a message.
He keeps trying and is getting used to the sound of a voice that isn’t Archie’s telling him that he isn’t available and can leave a message after the tone if he so chooses; he’s so used to that voice that when Archie finally does answer David is so shocked that he can’t say anything.
He’d pretty much thought that Archie never carried his cellphone with him.
Archie says hello three times, when he says sarcastically, “Gosh, it was nice not chatting with you, call again soon,” David finally manages to say something.
“Archie?”
And then it’s Archie’s turn to be silent at the other end.
“How did you get this number?” he asks suspiciously.
David coughs, clears his throat. He doesn’t tell Archie that he’d had Carly call Miranda for Archie’s contact information. It probably would have been easier to use the e-mail address that Miranda had also supplied, or show up on his doorstep, but David had kind of wanted to hear Archie’s voice.
Even if it was Archie’s voice telling him to never call him again.
“Miranda,” Archie sighs.
“She was very pleasant; she was asking a lot of questions about Carly’s tattoos though.”
“If she shows up on set with one I know who to point her parents and the producers at then,” Archie says.
They both sit in silence on their respective ends of the phone line.
“I think we should talk,” David says finally. He’d be all for just sitting here and listening to Archie breathe, but he kind of wants to see him and listen to him talk a little bit more.
It’s possible that he managed to get a bit attached during those couple of days they were thrown together.
And got married.
He wants to know how Archie had ended up back there, why Archie had never gone back.
“I don’t know what we need to talk about,” Archie says.
David pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it.
“Are you serious?” he asks when he puts it back to his ear.
“Well it’s not like we’re actually… you know,” Archie says in a hushed voice. Like his handlers will hear him talking about marriage to another guy and pop out of thin air.
“You actually stood through the same ceremony that I did, right? You know, the one with the rings and the vows and the sex at the end of a six hour reception?”
“You mean the one that was a couple of hundred years ago, the one that neither one of us has a piece of paper saying that it actually happened,” Archie mutters.
“We have rings and a really strong recollection of the events of that day,” David says.
He doesn’t know why it’s so important that Archie not fight him on this, it just seems like kismet, fate that the two of them just happened to travel to the same place at the same time and meet; and then both go back home and meet again.
It has to mean something; he’s not going to let Archie brush it under the rug like it was nothing, just because it happened two hundred years ago didn’t mean that it didn’t really happen.
“You owe me two hundred and twelve years worth of anniversary gifts then,” Archie says, he sounds sort of resigned to the fact that David isn’t going to let himself be brushed aside like an impromptu Vegas wedding.
“What is that, gold encrusted diamonds or something?” David grins.
“A small country at the very least.”
“I want to meet for lunch, or dinner, your choice. I think we should at least talk.”
Archie sighs. “I want to at least get to choose the restaurant.”
“Fine.”
“And I think you should still buy me a small country.”
David laughs as Archie hangs up.
Contrary to David’s attempts they do not actually get to meet up for their 212 year belated wedding anniversary dinner until after the concert.
He’d think that it was Archie’s doing but Archie had at least tried. He’d sent over his calendar and he’d had 30 minutes on a Thursday where he wasn’t scheduled to be somewhere or to be enroute to somewhere.
The Disney group apparently kept their kids on short leashes. Pretty much every hour of his day was planned out for him.
If he wasn’t taping MMC, he was practicing for the next taping, or was guesting on one of the others shows, or was presenting an award to kid in a hospital or was performing at a charity auction/concert/birthday party.
David was really fucking glad that he hadn’t got tied up with that group. His Idol handlers just let him do whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t result in him embarrassing himself or the show.
They talk every day, sometimes for a couple of minutes, sometimes they lose track of time and David wakes with his cellphone dead next to his ear.
The only times that David actually sees Archie before the joint concert are at the two practice sessions and a ceremony where the Idols are all made honorary Mouseketeers.
He stands off to the side of the stage watching the MMC group warm up at the second practice session and even though they have their ears on they’re all in jeans and t-shirts.
David is beginning to wonder if they ever go anywhere without those ears though, it seems like they’re permanently attached to their heads, he hasn’t seen one picture yet of Archie without them… not that he’s been looking, Michael has apparently figured out that whatever is going on with David has something to do with Archie and has taken to sending him picspams when he’s bored.
Which seems to be quite frequently.
Archie is over to one side with Zac and the youngest of the two Jonas brothers, David can’t tell if they’re warming up or gossiping.
With the way the youngest one keeps shooting glances over to where Miley and Miranda are whispering in each others ears he assumes they’re gossiping.
Except they’re guys and guys don’t do that.
Archie laughs and Zac mock-punches him in the arm, laughing as well, then slings an arm over his shoulder. The Jonas (David is really going to have to learn their names, he thinks he’s singing a verse in their last group song with one of them) brother leans in close.
David has to physically stop himself from going over and flinging Zac’s arm off, Michael helps keep him from making a fool of himself by tossing his arm over his shoulder.
“The Disney people catch you staring at the kid like you want to eat him alive they’ll have words with you,” Michael mutters in his ear.
David glances over at him; Michael’s staring over at where someone has rounded all the MMC kids up and has them standing in a straight line in order of size.
Archie’s near the middle. The youngest Jonas brother standing next to him; thankfully Zac is a couple of people on the other side.
“Where’s my Idols?” someone calls.
David shrugs Michael’s arm off and leads the charge across the stage.
“Do the ears come off?” David asks.
There’s dead silence on the other end of the phone.
“The Disney people pay for the surgery once we leave the show,” Archie finally says, David can hear Archie laughing at him in his voice.
“I just wondered, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without the ears,” David says defensively. It’s not his fault that apparently the only pictures that Michael can find on the net have Archie proudly wearing those ears.
“You’ve seen me without my ears,” Archie says finally, now he isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’s laughing at David.
“No I haven’t,” David says. “When?”
“About 212 years ago, I spent almost thirty days without my ears on my head. Though Emilie would have found probably found them vastly amusing.”
“You were part of MMC then?” David can almost hear Archie calling him a doofus, thankfully Archie doesn’t actually say the words out loud.
“I’ve been on the Club since I was thirteen,” Archie says slowly. Like David is a particularly unintelligent idiot, David doesn’t even know why he asked that, it isn’t like he hasn’t been to Archie’s official Mouseketeer webpage or his personal website or the Wikipedia Entry for the new MMC.
He doesn’t call himself a stalker because that’s what he has Michael for.
Besides he’s not stalking Archie, he’s legally married to him; he’s just expressing an interest in his partners’ activities and hobbies.
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