Hello and Happy first day of Hanukkah! Today we have a story that will help introduce you to the next big thing that I will be posting. Ruth is now obsessed with the ship of Connor and Mitchell. And she's come up with A LOT of OCs. We've written a bunch of OC one shots that all kinda relate to one another. It's complicated, but you'll see. I hope you enjoy today's story. Written by Ruth. Disclaimer: We aren't Rick so we don't own anything other than the OCs.

"Alright, guys, let's get to bed." Mitchell tells his siblings.

"Come on, Mitchell, just a little bit longer," Lacy complains.

"Yeah, Mitch." Valentina butts in.

"No, Chiron called lights out 15 minutes ago," He says sternly.

Some of them grumble, but they all climb into their beds. He shuts the cabin lights off before climbing into his.

Mitchell hear the boards from outside on the porch squeak. He sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The cabin is pitch black. Mitchell's siblings are asleep ever not so gracefully with legs sprawled, arms under the pillows, and blankets halfway on the bed.

He listens again to hear someone move from outside. He grab the knife taped to the underside of his bed. Mitchell quietly slips out of bed, making his way to the front of the cabin. Mitchell pulls the curtains back, looking out the window.

The pink lights light up the porch, casting a glow on the area around it. Mitchell looks around, but sees nothing.

He gets a feeling though, that something is out there. Mitchell opens the door quietly after looking back at his siblings, biting his lip. Mitchell steps out on the porch, shutting the door.

A piece of fabric gets put on Mitchell's nose and mouth, an arm slipping around his chest, holding him. Mitchell struggles, his screams muffled by the fabric. Finally, Mitchell's eyes roll up to the back of his head and he passes out.

Mitchell groans, waking up. His eyes focus, so he sees a black ceiling and cushioned bench next to him. He realizes he's on a bench and something is moving.

Mitchell realizes he's in a car. Did he get kidnapped?

Mitchell panics, sitting up hastily. He gets tugged back down by a handcuff chaining his left wrist to the bench. He struggles against it.

"Finally up?" A voice asks. Mitchell freezes, recognizing that voice perfectly.

"Travis, where are we and why am I handcuffed?" Mitchell asks, keeping his voice steady. He glares at the back of his boyfriend's brother's back who's sitting in the driver's seat.

"I've got to drop you off some where. Don't worry, you're safe." Travis turns around to grin at Mitchell. He gets a frown. "Here, put these on."

Travis takes a hand, tossing a bundle of clothes at Mitchell. They land next to him on the bench.

"Um, I can't exactly put those on if my hand is handcuffed." Mitchell points out. A key gets tossed back at him which he catches with one hand.

Mitchell undoes his handcuff. He strips from his pajamas, which makes it even colder for him in the van. He quickly puts on the clothes Travis gave him, bundling up in the skinny jeans, long sleeve shirt, coat, gloves, beanie, and scarf. He puts on the boots.

"Travis, where are we going? And where's Connor?" Mitchell asks.

"Calm down, we're almost there." Travis says from the front seat.

"Okay, where is there?" Mitchell questions.

"Can't tell you that, love." Travis turns around, smirking. Mitchell sighs, staring him down.

Travis turns back around, continuing the drive. Mitchell looks around. The van is dark. He kind of wonders if Travis is taking him somewhere where no one will find him.

Nah. Connor wouldn't allow that.

Travis comes to halt, sending Mitchell forwards. He manages to catch himself.

"Oh, my gods, Travis! Clam down." Mitchell tells him, siting up. Travis cackles.

"Sorry." He says, though Mitchell can hear the smirk in his voice. Travis turns around. "We're here. Get out. You've got a package to pick up."

Mitchell looks at him questionably. "What?"

"Just get out and wait. If you don't like your package, you can return through Hermes Express." Travis tells him, smirking with a gleam in his eyes.

Mitchell gets up, opening the van door before getting out. He realizes they're in Times Square. Why Travis brought him here, Mitchell doesn't know.

Travis drives off, so Mitchell walks to the end of the street. He looks around, looking past the thousands of people passing him. Christmas time is always the busiest time of the year, so Chiron doesn't exactly let them out of camp.

Mitchell starts shivering, looking around and wondering why Travis decided to bring him out in this late at night, in this cold of weather. And where is his boyfriend?!

Mitchell's about to pull out his phone to text Travis to bring him back, when a horse pulling a carriage pulls up. Mitchell looks up and smiles.

A carriage with a horse pulling it pulls up, the guy at the front stopping the horse. Lights decorate the carriage. What Mitchell likes most though, is Connor standing up, grinning.

"I've got a package for one Mitchell Davis!" Connor calls.

Mitchell shakes his head, looking down and laughing a little. He looks back up at his crazy boyfriend. Mitchell walks up to the carriage.

"You always manage to surprise me," Mitchell tells him, smiling.

"Well, have you seen my boyfriend?" Connor asking, smirking and leaning on the carriage.

Mitchell turns his head to the side, pretending to think. He turns back to Connor.

"On occasion."

"Then can you blame me?" Connor asks.

Before Mitchell can answer, Connor sticks his hand out.

"Now, you just going to stand there or get in?" Connor asks.

Mitchell grabs his boyfriend's hand, pulling himself into the carriage.

"You did this for me?" Mitchell asks, looking around at the inside of the carriage.

There's a fluffy blanket on the seat. One the other is Reese's, two hot chocolates, a wrapped box, and some candy canes.

"Why wouldn't I?" Connor asks. Mitchell turns to look at him, shrugging. "When are you just going to realize that I'm crazy for you?" Connor asks.

"I don't know," Mitchell admits, blushing.

"Well, that just means I get to spoil you more."

Connor pulls Mitchell down, wrapping the blanket around them. He hands a hot chocolate to Mitchell before taking one for himself.

Connor tells the guy at the front to go. The carriage starts moving, making its way through Times Square to Central Park.

"So, was kidnapping really necessary?" Mitchell asks, looking up at Connor and sipping on his hot chocolate.

"Of course, darling," Connor says, acting offended. "How could if not be necessary?"

"Is this going to be a thing that happens often?" Mitchell asks, lightly laughing.

"I mean, maybe." Connor makes a face, weighing his hands up and down.

Mitchell shakes his head, laughing.

"Ah, hold on," Connor says. He reaches down next to him and pulls out a bag of food from their favorite bakery in the city.

"You got food?!" Mitchell asks, getting excited as Connor pulls out his sandwich.

"Yep. Here's your avocado turkey sandwich," Connor says, handing Mitchell his sandwich. He pulls out his own. "And here's my BLT."

"You are officially the best," Mitchell tells him, biting into the sandwich. He closes his eyes, smiling and chewing.

"Aww, thank you, Mitchie Pie," Connor says, smirking. Mitchell cuts him a look at the nickname. Connor just bites into his sandwich.

"Con, I told you that nickname is forbidden," Mitchell groans.

"But I like it."

"Well, I don't."

"Fine, what about just Mitchie?"

Mitchell makes a face. "You can't think of anything else?"

Connor just stares at him.

"Fine, Mitchie is fine, though it sounds really weird."

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes."

"No."

"Connor."

"Mitchell."

"What about like sweetness or darling?"

"Mitchell." Connor gives him a pointed look.

"Okay, I'll stop."

"Thank you."

The carriage passes some people playing 'Sleigh Ride' on the street with some instruments. Mitchell does a little dance, which Connor follows. The two of them laugh when they pass the people.

They enter Central Park, the Christmas lights lighting up the whole park.

"It's so pretty out here," Mitchell says, smiling. He looks at Connor, noticing how the lights light up his eyes.

Connor give him a smile back as Mitchell puts his trash in the bakery bag. Connor follow suits.

"I'm cold. Come here," Mitchell says, looking at his boyfriend.

Connor scoots over, wrapping him in a hug. Mitchell scoots further into Connor.

"So, how'd you manage to pull this off?" Mitchell asks, looking at the Christmas lights before looking at Connor.

Connor cocks his head to the side, looking up and smirking. "Oh, I just used some Hermes magic and some other things." Connor says. Mitchell quirks an eyebrow at him when Connor looks at him. "Now, I'm not giving all my secrets away. You won't tell me any of your Aphrodite tricks you use."

The driver turns to look back at them, but they ignore him.

"Mmm, I guess." Mitchell sighs. "Though I still think you should've tell me, you know, for future purposes."

"Not happening, boo."

"Ah, I see how it is."

"Yep, it's exactly like that," Connor says, causing them to laugh a little. Connor leans down to kiss Mitchell, which Mitchell returns.

"I wonder how long it takes to put these up?" Mitchell questions after pulling away. "And when do they even put it all up?"

"You know, I don't know." Connor admits, looking around at the lights. "It's really nice, though."

"Yes, very pretty." Mitchell agrees.

The two continuing talking about random things, just enjoying each other's company since they've been apart for so long.

The carriage stops at the place they started at. Connor puts all the stuff in a backpack from the Hermes cabin before helping Mitchell out the carriage. Connor goes up to the man.

"Here, man. Thanks for the ride," Connor says, handing a wad of cash over to the guy.

The guy says something in a foreign language, taking the money. He shakes Connor's hand.

"That was a lot of money," Mitchell notes as Connor walks over to him. His green eyes look up at Connor, like he's about to go on a rant or something.

"It's fine." Connor says.

"It's not. You don't need to spend that much on me." Mitchell tells him.

"It's fine." Connor tells him a little more forcefully, moving some of Mitchell's hair that snuck out his beanie.

Mitchell huffs. "Fine."

Connor smiles, leaning down to kiss Mitchell again.

"Love you." Connor whispers, pulling away.

"Love you, too." Mitchell replies.

"Now let's go, it's getting late," Connor says, grabbing on of Mitchell's hands. He interlaces their hands, putting them in his pocket.

Connor walks down the block with Mitchell, pulling him into a car on the side of the street.

"Where'd you get this from?" Mitchell asks. Connor smirks. "Please tell me you didn't steal it."

"I'm highly offended you'd think that." Connor says, acting offended.

"Well, I mean..." Mitchell trails off.

"Rude. And no, I didn't steal it. I rented it."

"Mhm."

"I did!"

"Sure. I bet you did rent it because Connor Stoll rents things."

"Shut up." Connor tells him, looking in front of them and pulling his hand away from Mitchell's.

"You know I'm only teasing you because I love you." Mitchell tells him. Connor doesn't look at him. "I'm sorry."

"Mhm."

Mitchell rolls his eyes. "I am."

"Sure, I bet you are sorry because Mitchell Davis is always sorry." Connor mocks.

Mitchell stares at him, mouth open.

"Wow. Rude. I am sorry," Mitchell tells him.

Connor turns to look at him, grinning widely.

"You know I only tease you because I love you." Connor mocks again.

Mitchell slaps him.

"I do not like you," Mitchell tells him.

"I'm sure you do." Connor says.

"I do not." Mitchell tells him, but he gives Connor another kiss. "Now, seriously, let's go."

"Alright, jeez, I'm going." Connor says, pulling out on the street.

Connor drives them back to camp. He smiles when he sees Mitchell sleeping in the passenger seat, beanie off along with his scarf and gloves.