AN: Hey guys! Here is the first chapter of my new story! I hope you like it! I have already finished this story so I will update regularly. There will be about 15 chapters! If you like this, please also check out my other stories. And I LOVE reviews, they make my day! So let me know what you think and now without further ado:

Chapter 1

Lydia couldn't believe it. Out of everybody, of course she had to be kidnapped with no other than Stiles Stilinski. She probably wouldn't even mind being kidnapped and shipped off to god knows where at the moment, if she had just been by herself or with anyone other than Stiles. She had obviously gotten used to him by now, considering that Allison and Scott were together and where Scott was, there was Stiles, but that didn't mean she liked it. Like the rest of the school, or the universe really, she was well aware of the crush he had on her since the third grade and even though she liked the attention, it had started to annoy her eventually.

Lydia had spent a lot of time with Allison and more often than not, Scott had joined them. It didn't bother her at all, she liked to hang out with Scott. What did bother her though was the fact that Stiles hung out with them, too. It especially bothered her because it always kind of felt like a double date, and she definitely didn't want to go on any kind of date with Stiles.

Stiles was currently sitting right next to her, their shoulders pressed together. Her hands and feet were tied up and she still couldn't believe they had fallen for their kidnappers' cheap trick. Stiles and Lydia had both received a text from what they thought was Scott, telling them to come to a certain rest stop as soon as possible. They had both assumed there was some supernatural trouble and drove there at once.

Lydia and Stiles had both arrived almost at the same time and immediately noticed that something was off. The rest stop was shut down and looked like it had been for many years. They had looked around and assumed that Scott would be in the woods close by. But after taking only a few steps into the woods, Stiles heard Lydia scream and turned around to her, just as someone pulled a bag over his head like they did in the movies.

They had struggled and kicked against their kidnappers but they weren't strong enough and after a few minutes, they had both felt a needle in their arm. They had felt themselves getting weaker by the second and were soon unconscious. They woke up with their hands and feet tied up and a blindfold over their eyes. They had been in some kind of transporter for a couple of hours before it came to a stop and they were dragged out.

Lydia assumed that they were at a harbour as she could smell seawater and fish. After an extra hard push from one of the kidnappers her blindfold slid down her face a little and she could see that she was right. They were dragged onto a boat and she saw Stiles being shoved into a wooden box. He groaned in pain when he hit the ground and once more when Lydia was pushed on top of him and then they heard something being placed on top of the box.

They scrambled until they were sitting next to each other but there wasn't much space, so they were still touching each other. And now here they were. They hadn't talked since they had been kidnapped because they had never been alone until now and they didn't want to give away any information until they knew what this was about.

"You okay?" Stiles asked quietly after sitting in silence for a while.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"

"Me too"

They fell into a kind of awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say.

"We need to figure out how we can get out of here!" Stiles said when he couldn't bear the silence any longer.

"You are so smart! Did you figure that out all by yourself?" Lydia said sarcastically in the sweetest voice she could muster.

"Lydia, I know you don't like me very much and I'm sorry that you're stuck here with me, but please, don't be like that now!" he pleaded.

Lydia immediately regretted what she had said but she couldn't help herself. He was the master in pointing out the obvious and it had been getting on her nerves forever.

"Alright, so any ideas?" she said, changing the topic.

"I don't even really know where we are right now, that makes it a little hard… so no, not really. What about you?"

Lydia told him about what she had seen when her blindfold had slipped down. "Maybe we should try to get our hands free. You could try to open my rope and I could try to open yours." She suggested.

They tried to turn around so that Stiles could reach Lydia's hands and when they finally managed she shivered at his touch.

"Sorry, my hands are a little cold", Stiles apologised.

Stiles tried to undo the knots on the rope around Lydia's wrists but he didn't succeed. After what felt like hours, Lydia tried to untie Stiles' hands instead. When she had just started, they suddenly heard footsteps coming their way and they quickly adjusted their position so that they were sitting next to each other again.

The top of the box they were in was lifted and Lydia could see a tall, strong man through the small space above her blindfold. He was carrying a plate with bread and a bottle of water and Lydia was surprised that they were getting something to eat. Without a word, the man placed the bottle in front of Lydia's mouth and she drank eagerly. When he pulled the bottle away she told Stiles that it was water so that he could prepare himself. Afterwards, they were fed some plain bread and another drink before the man left them alone again.

"Well, they do want us to stay alive after all. At least for now…" Lydia mumbled and turned her back to Stiles again to try to undo the knots. She had no luck either and when her hands started to feel weak, it was Stiles' turn again. Since there was nothing else to do and it was their only chance of escape they kept going until they were both too tired to continue and both of their hands could use some rest. Even through their blindfolds they had noticed that it had become dark outside and the noises on deck had quieted.

They tried to get comfortable but as the space was very confining, there weren't many options. They settled on sitting next to each other and Stiles felt Lydia fall into him in her sleep right before drifting of himself.

Lydia woke up when it was still dark because she was getting wet. She could feel that she was already drenched and the rain was getting heavier by the second. She didn't know how, but Stiles still seemed to be sound asleep. When she had woken up, her head had been on his shoulder and she was glad that he was still sleeping and hadn't noticed.

As there was nothing she could do against the rain anyway, she tried to fall back asleep but every time she drifted off to sleep, her head started falling onto Stiles' shoulder again and she was definitely NOT leaning onto him deliberately. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea!

But after the umpteenth time of falling onto his shoulder she decided that she might as well get comfortable and placed her head on his shoulder. She felt him stir and for a second she thought he might have woken up, but he had only adjusted his position in his sleep for her. She briefly thought about how he was even aware of her in his sleep and smiled to herself.

She fell into a restless sleep as the weather kept getting worse and worse. Heavy rain fell and lightning lit up the sky while loud thunder rumbled. Stiles had woken up a few moments before Lydia and had smiled to himself. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to be able to push the strand of hair behind her ear that he felt had fallen in front of her face. But as his hands were tied and after he had made sure she was definitely still asleep, he placed a quick kiss onto her forehead instead.

"I feel sick", were Lydia's first words after waking up about an hour later. The boat was shaking heavily from the high waves and the two of them were thrown around the box relentlessly.

"Take deep breaths, that helps… at least a little…" Stiles advised her and she did as she was told. Surprisingly, she felt a little better and was glad that the urge to throw up had been pushed back down.

Stiles suggested to try to open the ropes on their wrists again, to get their minds off the rain and the waves and to have a slight chance at escape. They repeated their routine from the day before.

"Oh my god! Stiles! It's moving! Wait… I think I got it… Don't move your hands!" Lydia said excitedly, and eventually managed to undo the knots. Stiles brought his arms in front of himself carefully, grimacing in pain from having his arms behind his back for at least 24 hours. Still in pain, he tried to undo Lydia's rope as well and after some time they were both free.

Lydia couldn't help but grin up at him and she could see a debate going on in his head before he pulled her towards him for a hug. She stiffened at first, but then she suddenly felt tears streaming down her face and she let herself fall into him. His arms held her tighter to him when he noticed she was shaking with quiet sobs.

Lydia was surprised how much comfort she was finding in Stiles' arms and she was soaking up the body heat. They stayed that way for a long time before Lydia got uncomfortable from having to bend to the side. He let go of her reluctantly and Lydia shivered the second his arms were no longer wrapped around her.

When he felt her shiver he adjusted his position and lay down with his legs bent to the side, practically on top of Lydia. He looked over at her and was met with a questioning look from the girl. He carefully placed his hands around her waist.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.

"You are cold and so am I. And whether you like it or not, we are warmer the closer we are. And I am definitely not complaining" he explained smirking.

Lydia rolled her eyes before reluctantly lying down right next to Stiles. She had trouble getting comfortable because her legs didn't have any room. She shifted every few seconds until Stiles took matters in his own hands and boldly placed her legs over his body. Lydia was now lying on her side facing Stiles, with her head and hand on his chest and her legs above his own.

She was stiff for a few minutes but eventually she relaxed and stopped shivering as Stiles wrapped his arms around her and rubbed up and down her back. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about the fact that she was just about cuddling with Stiles Stilinski right now.

With her eyes closed she focused on getting warm while the storm seemed to be getting even worse. They could hear footsteps of people running around frantically and shouting instructions at each other. Their voices kept getting more and more desperate and Lydia began to feel fear creeping up her back. They had been in many life threatening situations before and she could handle being kidnapped, but drowning had always been one of her worst nightmares.

She tightened her hold on Stiles and he mimicked her action immediately, pulling her even closer to him. She couldn't help but think that this must be a dream come true for Stiles. She was surprised he wasn't freaking out about holding her right now and she was thankful that he didn't make a big deal out of it. Because it wasn't. They were cold and the only way they could get warmer was to be as close to each other as possible.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the boat suddenly hit an especially high wave and they were thrown of the boat.

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