I don't own Austin and Ally, and I definitely think that there might be triggers here. There's a lot of bad language. I don't think that it needs to be rated M, but if any of you do, let me know. All mistakes are my own.


Jimmy holds his arms out wide and squats down so that he's Willow's height. Austin tightens his grip on her, but Willow shrugs away. "It's your birthday today, isn't it? Don't you want a hug?" He asks. There's a wide smile on his face that looks like it has been carved by a knife. Willow slides out of Austin's arms, and though he reaches for her shirt, he's too late. Jimmy wraps the little girl into his arms, though she's visibly shaking. Their kidnapper stands up and rocks the girl back and forth, whispering something in her ear.

Austin slowly rises, his feet trembling underneath him. He tries to stand up straight, but bends back down as a headache starts to rack his brain. It feels like a bulldozer was locked inside of his head, and he drops back down to the ground with a small groan. Jimmy looks up over to Austin, remembering that the he was still there. "Get up," He commands, shifting Willow in his arms. She looks at Austin with wide eyes and moves to help him, but Jimmy's arms tighten around her.

Austin uses the wood from the bed to brace himself as he rises to his feet again, squeezing his eyes shut at the instant pain that clouds his head once again. Jimmy stares at him, holding Willow with one arm and reaching into the pocket of his suit with the other. "It's time for your pills," He mutters. He's going to walk them over to Austin, but thinks better of it. "Come here." Jimmy commands. He doesn't raise his voice, but his words are as cool and as hard as a block of ice.

Austin takes one step towards Jimmy, his body trembling. Jimmy rolls his eyes, as Austin takes another slow, labored step. Jimmy crosses the room in three giant steps, sticking the pills into Austin's mouth. Austin jerks his head back like he's been stung, but swallows the pills as Jimmy places a hand on Austin's shoulder and squeezes, knowing that there is a fresh bruise underneath the sweatshirt.

Austin feels the fork and knife moving back and forth in his pocket, and knows that he has to move fast before the drugs fully kick in. Jimmy shakes his head in disgust before turning out of the room, Willow still in his arms. Austin squints his eyes and follows them out of the room.

The house that they've been kept in is small. The room outside of their bedroom is a kitchen, with a serving table next to the stove and oven. Austin knows that he is expecting to make something for Jimmy, but doesn't know what time it is. He limps over to the counter, resting his body weight against it. He forces his eyes open, though the light from his kitchen doesn't make his headache any better.

Jimmy pulls one of the chairs out, and places Willow down ever so gently. He presses a kiss onto her head, and either doesn't notice or ignores the way that the little girl shivers. Willow's eyes are glued to Austin and when he flashes a small smile, she turns back towards Jimmy. She blinks her eyes about five times per second, and gives him her widest smile. Jimmy doesn't see anything wrong with it. "Mr. Starr," She starts. Jimmy shakes his head at her before flashing Austin a glare.

Austin shuffles into the corner of the kitchen area, turning on the stove. As the orange flames flicker, another idea pops up in his mind, but he shakes it off. He can burn the house down if the original plan goes wrong, he decides, pulling out one of the drawers and taking out the can opener. He shoves it in his pocket and puts a pan on the stove, turning back to watch Jimmy and Willow.

"You should call me Daddy, Willow." Jimmy suggests. "I know that you've never had one before. Wouldn't that be a nice birthday present?" He asks. He starts to rub Willow's knee, moving up towards her thigh. Willow moves away from him, her back against her chair.

"You're getting too close to my private spot," She says. Her voice is a whisper, and it trembles. Jimmy blinks several times, but doesn't take his hand off of Willow's knee.

"Who told you that?" He asks, his eyes darting over to Austin. Austin can feel his hands shaking, and his eyes search the kitchen area for something to distract him, anything. He reaches into one of the cupboards for a plate, the white material crashing to the ground. Jimmy shoots up out of his seat, and is over to Austin before he knows it. Austin tries to keep his eyes fully open so that he can see just as Jimmy's fist crashes into the side of his head.

Austin falls to the ground, turning his face away from the man who he was once able to trust. "Willow, bathroom, now!" He calls, his voice cracking. The feeling of pain is still there, but it flows underneath the adrenaline. Jimmy turns around just in time to see the little girl scampering out of the open bedroom with a plastic garbage bag, locking herself into the bathroom obediently.

Austin stabs the knife into Jimmy's stomach as he stands up. Jimmy hunches over in pain, muttering curses under his breath, but Austin doesn't waste time. He whirls around towards the stove, grabbing the hot pan and slamming it into the side of Jimmy's head. The man falls to the ground from the impact, letting out a cry of anguish as Austin grips the handle in his hand. His kidnapper lays in front of him, clutching his head, a knife sticking out of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel so hot, does it?" Austin mutters under his breath. He runs around the man's body, not even noticing his limp as he heads for the briefcase on the table. Austin dumps out all of the contents, notepads and a cell phone banging against the wooden table. He slides the cell phone into his pocket, and searches for the keys among the other useless items.

"You fucking bitch!" Jimmy screams, wrapping his arms around Austin's neck. Austin can't feel the oxygen reaching his lungs, one of his arms frantically trying to pry the older man's hands away while the other digs in his pocket for the fork. He locks his fingers around the kitchen utensil, stabbing it into the flesh of Jimmy's hand. Jimmy smack's Austin's head to the side as he jumps back.

Austin rolls underneath the table so that he's on the side opposite from Jimmy, his eyes scanning the table again. A contract, a notepad, some gum… Was that a gun? The very same gun that Jimmy had held to Austin's head the night that he was kidnapped?

Jimmy catches eye of the weapon just as Austin does, and the both jump for it. Jimmy's body flies onto the table, the legs snapping underneath the man's weight. Austin bends down to pick up the gun, hoping to get it out of the man's grip, but Jimmy is quick to kick it away. He hesitates for a moment before swiping his feet at Austin's bad ankle, making the boy collapse to the ground.

Jimmy rolls over so that he's hovering above Austin, and grabs Austin's arm. Austin tries to struggle against the man's grip, but doesn't have enough strength or energy. "You're still fucking pathetic!" Jimmy spits, throwing another punch to Austin's side. The wind is knocked out of him, and he sees stars dance before his eyes for a moment. "You would be nothing without me! Nothing! Where is your little Team Austin now, huh?" His voice is hysterical, and Austin wriggles underneath his grip. "Last time I checked, Ally was off fucking other guys-"

"Don't talk about my mommy that way!" A small voice commands from behind the two men. Austin wants to groan, because he knows that it is Willow. Didn't he tell her to stay in the bathroom? He turns to look at her, and his chest is filled with surprise, hope, and terror when he sees that the little girl is holding Jimmy's gun.

"Willow," Jimmy breathes. Surprise fills his voice, as though he couldn't believe that Willow would ever turn on him. "Put the gun down, sweetie." His grip on Austin's arm loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go. "Austin isn't a good boy, Willow. I have to punish him. But when I'm done, you and I can go away together. Maybe to Disney world, like you've always wanted, hm?" His voice oozes false hope, and Austin hopes that Willow isn't scared enough to buy it. Willow's hands are shaking as her fingers find their way to the trigger.

"Austin never did anything bad to you. You are the one that's bad!" Her voice trembles as Jimmy moves towards her.

"You can't shoot me, baby. I love you." He holds his arms out for another hug. Austin jumps up to run towards the girl, but freezes as the little girl lets out a yell.

"No!" She screeches. "You stole me away and hurt Austin!" Willow clenches her eyes shut and pulls the trigger. The gunshot echoes for miles as Jimmy clutches his leg as he topples to the ground, the loud thud making the ground vibrate. He looks shocked for a moment, until his eyes shut. Austin doesn't know if that was enough to kill him, but doesn't give it a second thought. Jimmy isn't moving, and that's enough for him.

He rushes forward to gather Willow in his arms, and can feel her teardrops against his neck. "It's okay, Willow, it's okay. God, you're so brave." He mumbles as he pulls the keys out of the pile of junk on the ground. Jimmy's face is starting to bruise, and Austin turns towards the door quickly so that Willow can't see it. The little girl digs her face into his shoulder and Austin can feel tears soaking his sweatshirt, though Willow doesn't sob.

"The bag, Austin, the bag!" She exclaims. Austin can feel himself limping again, but the adrenaline can't possibly be gone. He hurries to the door, dropping Willow down next to it and thrusting the keys into her hands. "Try to unlock it," He commands before running back towards the bathroom door. Willow's hands shake as she tries the different keys, while Austin picks the garbage bag up and swings it over his shoulder.

Jimmy starts to stir below him, and Austin throws a kick at to his stomach with his good leg. His body trembles beneath his bad leg, but he feels something similar to satisfaction course through him. "I'm nobody's bitch." He hisses. He holds onto the bathroom door, and throws another kick. "That's for Willow." He clenches his teeth as he throws a last kick. Jimmy's eyes are shut, but he's still breathing. "And that's for Ally, you sick son of a bitch."

"Austin!" Willow calls. Austin's head snaps in her direction to see that she's opened the door, revealing the stormy forest outside. He doesn't spare his kidnapper another glance as he hurries towards the open door, shoving Willow outside as he slams the door behind him. There's a dark van outside, one that Austin remembers being taken in, and they run along the trail that the tire tracks have provided.

"Run, Willow, run!" Austin calls over the sound of thunder. The last thing that he needs is lightening striking down on the two of them, and he urges the little girl forward. She sprints ahead of him, though she stays within Austin's sight. "Willow, hold onto the bag, okay?" He calls. Willow nods as she backs up a bit, her eyes wide and brimmed with tears as she looked back towards the house. She pulls Austin forward as she runs, catching him off balance.

They don't stop until they're at what Austin hopes are at least a couple of hundred feet away from the house. He can feel the adrenaline fading away until he hears the sound of another gun shot. Willow freezes, her eyes wide with horror. Austin looks down and realizes that the pistol is still in the little girl's hands, and he can feel his own eyes widen. Jimmy had more guns?

Austin slides down to the ground, resting his body against a tree and pulling Willow against his chest. He rocks back and forth, searching his mind for anything to distract the two of them. It was so hard to get out this one time; how can they do it again if Jimmy finds them?

"There's no way I can make it without ya," Austin mummers the lyrics of Willow's favorite song, making the girl relax just a smidge. Her body is still tense, and she grips the gun so much that her little fingers are white. "I don't think that you need that anymore, Willow." Austin whispers, gently untangling the girl's fingers from the gun. She doesn't resist as Austin throws the weapon into the garbage bag, not wanting to look at it again.

"I'm so scared, Austin. I want my mommy," Willow cries into Austin's sweatshirt. Between the rain and Willow's tears, the sweatshirt isn't doing anything to keep him warm. Austin's trembling hands pull the blanket out of the bag, and he covers Willow's body with it.

"I know," Austin rests his head on top of hers. "I want her too."

Willow shrugs away from Austin's head, making him frown. "Austin, you're so hot." She turns to face him, pressing a little hand against his forehead. Austin can feel the adrenaline slowly leaving his system, and he doesn't know what part of his body hurts the most. Pain attacks him from all sides, and he clenches his teeth together to keep from screaming. "I think that you might have a fever." She mummers, her big brown eyes searching his. God, why does she have to be so much like Ally?

Austin pulls the blanket around the two of them, trying to savor the warmth. "B-but I'm s-so c-cold," He stutters as his teeth start to chatter. Willow's eyebrows fly up to her hair line as she leans even farther away from him.

"Austin, we need to call my mommy. She'll know what to do. Maybe she'll make you some soup." She sounds hopeful, making Austin chuckle. He wonders what Ally will think of him if they make it to her. He shakes the thought away. That isn't important, and they will make it. As soon as he can move.

"Mommy says that laughter is the best medicine." Willow chews on her lip, before moving her fingers underneath Austin's armpits. Is she trying to tickle him? Laughter racks his body until sharp pains shoot up from his stomach, making him slide off of the tree and fall onto the muddy ground.

"Oh, God," Austin hisses, clenching his jaw once again. Willow jumps away from him.

"I'm so sorry," Willow gasps, covering her mouth with her hands. "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!"

Austin nods, clutching his chin to his chest and squeezing his eyes shut. He wants to rock back and forth, or to sing, because that always makes things better, but he can't force anything out of his mouth except for a scream. He knows that he has to breathe or else things will be worse, but breathing hurts his chest. Or is it his rib cage? Austin can't tell, because now he's in darkness. He feels something warm in his hand. Maybe it's Willow's hand.

"Austin," Her voice calls out. "Austin, please don't leave me here." Her voice begs in between sobs. "I'm so sorry…" She tries to hug him, and feels something bumpy in his pocket. Willow doesn't want to touch down there, because it's so close to his private spot, but she hears ringing from his pocket and reaches in to pull out a cell phone, one that's just like her Mommy's.

There's a pretty girl with dark skin on the screen, and the name reads Kira. Willow would talk to her, but if she's calling the phone that Austin got from Mr. Starr, then she can't be nice. She shakes her head to herself, pressing the lock button the way that her Mommy always did. She slides the arrow along the bottom of the screen, and is surprised that there isn't a password for a moment, before pressing the little green button with the phone. She dials her Mommy's phone number without a second thought.

Her mother answers on the first ring. "Look, Jimmy, I really don't want to hear any of that shit right now…"

Willow shakes her head, tears overflowing onto her cheeks at the sound of Mommy's voice. "Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, it's Willow!"


Ally is lounging on the couch at Trish's apartment when the call comes. She stares at the TV, but she doesn't know what's really on because she hasn't been paying attention for the last three hours. Trish just walked into the apartment a few minutes ago and asked about dinner, but Ally doesn't remember what she said. All she can think about is the fact that it's her baby's birthday. Her baby is six years old, and she isn't there. Her phone starts to ring and she wipes her tears away furiously, even though the person on the phone can't see her tears.

She rolls her eyes and lets out a loud groan when she sees Jimmy Starr's name appear on the screen. She contemplates throwing it across the room, but answers the call and holds it up to her ear anyway. "Look, Jimmy, I really don't want to hear any of that shit right now…" Ally starts. She hears rustling, and frowns as she flips through the channels.

"Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, it's Willow!"

Ally practically jumps off of the couch. "Willow? Willow, is it you, baby?" She asks. Tears overflow onto her cheeks as joy fills her chest, threatening to explode. She starts to jump up and down on her toes, making Trish give her a weird look as she walks back into the room. "Oh, God, are you okay? I missed you so much, honey, Oh, God, baby, I love you so much." Ally doesn't bother to wipe the tears away from her face. Her little girl is alive. She's on the phone with her, and Ally is so much closer to having her home in her bed. Ally lets out a squeal, making Trish drop a plate in the kitchen.

"I miss you too, Mommy!" Willow tiny voice fills the speaker. Ally places the phone on speaker, full out jumping up and down now. "But I need your help. Austin," She's silent for a moment, and Ally frowns. Trish is next to her in a minute, a mixture of disbelief and happiness making up her expression.

"What's wrong with Austin? He's with you? Are you okay, baby, are you hurt?" The questions flow out of Ally's mouth like she doesn't have a filter. She wonders why Willow is calling her from Jimmy's phone for a moment, but the thought quickly evaporated as Willow started to speak again.

"I'm fine Mommy, but Austin is hurt really bad. He was wiggling up and down before, but his eyes were closed. He fought Jimmy all by himself, but I shot the gun, Mommy, and I was so scared…but Austin is really sick and it's raining and Jimmy was shooting in the air. I don't know what to do, Mommy."

"Jimmy?" Ally repeats incredulously. Trish places a hand on her shoulder, and Ally thinks back to the more pressing issues at hand. "Okay, you said that Austin's sick? And you're both in the rain?" Trish calls while Ally trembles, her hands in fists. Once she got her hands on that rotten fucking bastard she swears to God he'll wish that he was dead…

"Do you know where you are, honey?" Ally asks, her voice softening when she imagines her daughter in the woods with water dripping down on her head with Austin… Oh God, Austin. Was he having a seizure? Is he okay? "We're in a forest, Mommy. There are lots of trees."

Trish sees her friend freaking out, and gently takes the phone out of her hand while grabbing both of their purses and leading Ally out of the door. She hands Ally her own phone. "Call 9-1-1," She commands. Ally obeys with shaking hands but she still looks up at the phone her daughter is calling them on like it's a lifeline.

"Hey, Willow, it's Auntie Trish. You have a signal, right? I need you to stay on the phone for me, alright?" She commands gently while sliding into the driver's seat of her car. Ally slides into the passenger's seat, on the phone with the cops.

"I'm gonna track your phone using this website, alright? Don't worry honey; we'll find you."


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