AN: Hi I watched this movie last night on Hallmark Channel. I just couldn't stop thinking about it so this short story was born. This scene actually happened in the movie just differently. Though Tripp never got knocked out. This is only my second story so let me know if you like my writing style or how I could improve it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nor do I plan to. I just wanted to play.

Tripp froze as he felt the cold prick of the notched arrow on his neck. Mason's arm snaked around gripped the back of his suit, effectively keeping him in place. Tripp sighed. The sixteen year old cursed himself for getting caught. He looked down in half-defeat but could feel Paxton and Dylan's worried eyes frantically searching for an escape plan. "Just leave," Tripp silently willed them,"You have the shard. Just go."

It was as if Paxton had read his mind,"I'm not leaving you Tripp," he called, meeting my eyes. Then he turned to Mason,"Let my brother go. You don't need him."

The older man chuckled,"Perhaps not, but… I do need that shard. Tripp is just leverage. A great piece at that."

He shook the boy to make a point and Tripp winced as the sharp arrowhead cut into the fragile skin of his neck. Dylan let out a choked gasp as some warm blood seeped out. Tripp instinctively moved away. "Oh no you don't," Mason said chucking harder as he clamped his heavy hand on Tripp's shoulder.

Tripp wasn't looking very good. He face was losing its color more and more as the seconds ticked by. The teen started to sway on his feet as the corners of his vision adopted a black tint. Paxton noticed and shouted,"What did you do to him?"

"Hmm… My arrow seemed to have been coated in a sedative. Your brother will be unconscious in the next two minutes or so."

Paxton swore slightly and his eyes became impossibly more cloudy with worry than before. "Alright, you want the shard? Catch it." Paxton launched the glass slipper containing the shard into the air high over Mason's head. He let go of Tripp to try and catch it. Tripp, in his last remaining moments of awareness pressed a button on his phone which set of the high pitched scream of alarms. Mason panicked for a moment and quickly slammed the slipper against the wall, shattering it. He reached down for the shard and ran.

Meanwhile, Paxton and Dylan had reached Tripp who was fading away quickly. He fell back and landed in Paxton's out stretched arms. Pax lifted his little brother up effortlessly. Dylan hovered around the two boys looking from face to another. She reached out to feel Tripp's pulse, just to double check. When she was satisfied the two twenty-one year olds raced out of the building. They were down the steps when a limo pulled to a stop in their path. A door opened. "Mom!" cried Paxton who quickly maneuvered around so he could lay Tripp down. "Get in," she ordered.

Dylan slid in too and they sped off. "Pax, what happened to your brother?"

"Mason hit him with a sedative. It should wear off soon."

"Here,"Mrs. Flynn said handing Dylan some gauze,"Wrap his neck."

Dylan did as she was told and gently tied it up at the end. Tripp's head was resting on Paxton's lap and the older brother softly patted Tripps head. A small groan escaped Tripp's lips as he started waking up. He blinked and registered that Paxton was looking down at him. He sat up with some help. "Mom!" he cried when he saw her.

"Hey Tripp, you okay?"

"Yeah Mom, lot better. Thanks guys." Tripp scratched the back of his head as he turned to Dylan and Pax. "Where's Dad?"

"I don't know," Mrs. Flynn answered,"But we need to find the mirror. And I know where it is."

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