Hello, everyone. So, this idea came into my head a long time ago when I was reading a story here. It's a Mort/OC story. This will be different from my last Secret Window story. Mort's different here in a way…So, please if you do read, leave a few words. Reviews are always appreciated but please no flames. Okay, here we go.

Disclaimer: I do not own Secret Window!

Stealing You

Chapter 1

She always liked fairytales. Most women do. White horses, magnificent castles and the prince who stole the girl away. She quite adored books. They were like medicine to her since she was a little girl. Fantasy worlds were far better than reality and her current situation proved it.

She had thought a new life was expecting her when she moved to New York with her only relative, Aunt Sarah. Eleanor Peterson was barely eighteen but she was far more mature than other girls her age. Life forces you to mature; that's what her mother always used to say. And she was right. Her life forced her to put fairytale stories to the back of her mind and grab her life in her hands. Life passes too quickly and the last thing she wanted to do was sit back and watch as it passed by her.

She wasn't a particularly expressive young woman, she was rather shy, almost quiet; a thing that greatly depressed her aunt. When Eleanor's parents passed away Sarah was the only person that really supported her. She was her mother's sister and quite a cheery independent woman. It was by her help and encouragement that Eleanor was accepted to college.

New York was a busy city, alive; almost the exact opposite of Eleanor's personality. It had been a few months after her success in college that she had decided to get a part-time job at a café. After all she had to earn some money even though Sarah insisted that she didn't have to and that she should focus on her studies. It was a small, warm place that tourists and lonely people liked for its prices and mostly, its quietness. The man who owned the place was a sixty year old man; a quite sweet and polite man if you asked Eleanor.

Her courses were during the mornings so, she had to be at the café at five o' clock to open it for the evening.

She had been working at Angel's café for three weeks when he had first entered the café. He had strolled in there with his laptop in hand, his eyes downcast as if trying to hide from invisible enemies. He had chosen the most isolated part of the café to sit and she had watched with interest as he had removed his brown jacket and opened his laptop. She had only realized she had been staring at the handsome stranger when he looked up and locked eyes with her. Eleanor's face had heated up with embarrassment but he had only smiled softly and nodded at her. He hadn't removed his eyes from her for the rest of the evening. His staring became even more evident after she had politely taken his order and prepared his French coffee.

Three weeks after their silent exchange of looks, she saw him standing up from his chair. She had watched from her place behind the counter as he had walked slowly towards her and soon he had stopped right in front of her. Eleanor had frozen. He had stared into her eyes as he had just stood there akwardly. The first thing she had noticed was his deep brown eyes, hidden behind his thick glasses and dirty brown hair.

Flashback…

"Hi…" she heard him stutter and she almost gulped at the sound of his deep voice.

"Hello. May I help you?" she finally asked.

"Um…no. I just-…I'm Mort." He said and he extended his hand for a shake. Eleanor took his hand and shook it.

"Eleanor." She said before she quickly took back her hand.

"I was ah…thinking, if I can buy you a drink sometime." He said rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Eleanor was shocked. He was much older than her, probably twice her age and he had noticed her? Besides she wasn't even allowed to drink.

"Thank you but I can't." she said politely declining his request and he lowered his eyes to his feet.

"I see…Maybe we could just sit here and talk then…" he trailed off hopefully.

"They don't pay me to talk to customers, sir." She said as she picked a jar of sugar.

"Oh…I'm sorry then. Perhaps some other time." He said as he offered her a small smile. Eleanor looked at him as he broke their gaze and moved back from the counter. She watched as he returned to his seat and resumed his writing before she returned to her work.

End of flashback

That wasn't the first he had spoken to her after that. He would just watch her work, speak to her when he found the opportunity but she would always decline any offers from him. Her aunt would totally freak out if she knew that a man like him talked to her and asked her out. The truth was that she rather enjoyed their small talks and his stares. It would be safe to say that she had developed a fondness for the handsome but lonely author. It was getting all the more difficult to say no to his always soft spoken requests. She had sensed however, that he was rather frustrated by her rejection no matter how hard he had tried to hide it.

It had been just another regular night and she was closing the café for the day. It was December and it was already dark when she had exited the café and locked the doors. She had been ready to head to her house when she collided with someone.

Flashback

"Oh!"

Eleanor looked up and saw Mort looking at her.

"You scared me, sir." She breathed and he blinked, disapproval evident in his eyes at her choice of words.

"I've told you to call me Mort, Eleanor." He said with his dark eyes staring at her.

"Yes…I forgot, s-Mort." She stammered as she looked away from him.

"You always forget." He murmured as he reached with his hand and brushed his fingers over her cold cheek, causing her to shiver.

"I am sorry?" she asked and she felt his other hand closing around her wrist as he backed her to a dark alley.

"I am too." He whispered before he covered her mouth with his hand and reached in his pocket. Eleanor's eyes widened and her world blackened when a needle came in contact with her neck.

"I'm sorry, darling." She heard him whisper before she went limp in his arms.

End of flashback

So, there she was sitting alone in what looked like a bedroom with her hands and legs tied. He had brought her to a house or so she thought by the looks of it. It had been an hour since she had woken up from her comma like state but there was no sign of him yet. She had never imagined that that quiet man would hurt her in any way; never. But it seemed like she was wrong after all. The question was why he had brought her there? What did he want? She was petty sure she hadn't offended him or hurt him in any way.

Her hands ached from being tied together and her legs felt numb as well. Her head suddenly shot up when she heard the door opening. Mort walked inside, a glass of water and a dress in his hands. Eleanor's eyes widened when she saw him approaching the bed she was lying on and she whispered behind the cloth that was keeping her mouth shut.

"Hello, Ellie." He said softly as he came to stand next to the bed. She backed away and he frowned.

"No…don't do that. I won't hurt you, sweetie." He murmured as he set the water on the nightstand and sat next to her. His hands reached for the rope around her ankles. He untied it and threw it away.

"I know you're scared but you shouldn't. You must be wondering what you're doing here…" he started and she fearfully nodded.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you. You always refused to keep me company. Why is that?" he asked as he looked into her wide gray eyes. Mort reached with his hand and wiped a stray tear away, biting his lip as he did so. Eleanor flinched at his touch and whimpered again. What was he talking about?

"If I remove that, do you promise not to scream?" he asked and she slowly nodded her head. He grinned and before she would have melted at the sight of his smile. He removed the cloth from her mouth and she gasped for air.

"Better? Drink this." He said as he handed her the water after freeing her hands as well.

"Why am I here?" she asked hoarsely and he looked at her almost desperately.

"Why don't you say my name?" he asked sadly.

"This is kidnapping. Do you realize that?" she said and he frowned.

"You wouldn't open up to me. I just want to get to know you." He said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"What do you want from me?"

"You, your company. That's all I want, Ellie." He murmured and she felt panic creeping up on her.

"Where are we?" she asked as he took her wrists in his hands and stroked the rope burns.

"Away from the city…I'm sorry for these, sweetheart." He said as he brought her hands to his lips and kissed the marks.

"Oh God…you're crazy." She whispered shakily and he looked at her sharply.

"I am not. I am not crazy. Not anymore. I won't hurt you." He said and she looked around the room frantically.

"You just took me away from the city, you tied me and gagged me and you tell me that you won't hurt me?" she asked loudly and he stared at her intently.

"I just want to be with you. I'm not that bad, Eleanor." He said as he caressed her hands.

"Drink your water. I'll have dinner ready soon." He said as he removed her tear soaked hair away.

"You're going to keep me here? I am not even legal." She said and her hand shook while it held the glass.

"You will be in two months." He replied smiling.

"What? How…"

"I know everything about you. The man you work for told me everything I needed to know."

"But you can't…I go to college. I-…" she whispered as more tears escaped her eyes.

"Shh…I'll take care of you know, Ellie. No more work at that place. No more." He said as she stared at him openmouthed.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You know how I am." He said confused.

"What's your full name? I want to know." She demanded.

"Rainey. Mort Rainey." He said slowly.

Eleanor froze and everything went black once again at the sound of his last name.

"That's what I thought, sweetheart. That's why you're here." He said sadly as he stroked her hair.

End of chapter 1

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Please review and tell me your thoughts. I'll post more when I get a coupe of reviews. :)