A/N: IMPORTANT: My muse has left me, I'm busy, this story isn't really going anywhere, not from my point of view anyway, and I'm really forcing the plot, which is never a good idea. Maybe, if you can find me some inspiration…*gives puppy eyes*. This story is on hold until I figure out what to do with it. Please, please, please, PLEASE help me with that.

Disclaimer: For once, I own everything. Creepy, huh?

And now, without further ado, the chapter I have posted to make it up to you, and hopefully entertain you until I get some ideas

While all these events happened on Middle Earth, a man on Plain-Old-Ordinary-Earth was distressed beyond belief. He was sitting at an expensive desk, in an expensive house, thinking expensive thoughts. Everything, from the filament in the light bulbs, to the dust bunnies under the couch were probably worth an ordinary person's wages for the next year. But all the money around him was not enough. His greatest treasure was gone. OK, maybe not his greatest… but definitely in the top twenty.

He closed his eyes as he thought of his missing daughter, remembering all the money he'd spent on her. He sighed. She'd probably been kidnapped. The missing chauffeur was being interviewed, he had his personal bodyguards 'visiting' the friend she'd last been seen with… And still not a clue to be found. What surprised him was the lack of a ransom note. Ahhh, my little Allie, where are you? he thought sadly.

He still remembered how he'd named her:

Alecia because his wife at the time had insisted *coughbitchcough*.

Fi-Fi gave it an –how to put it- aire français.

Pretty would describe her perfectly

Angel, another perfect description

Stardust was expensive, and so…

Cloud made him sound eco-friendly

and Johnson was the name of his multi-billionaire, international company. And his.

But Mr. Johnson (because that's who he was, in case you didn't realise) had a huge dilemma. The ransom that was soon to be demanded would probably involve a lot of money, and he hated to spend it. And yet, what would he do about his daughter? He couldn't just forget her. But he couldn't just abandon his money either.

In the end, he decided to pay to get Allie back. After all if the police found out, he'd lose even more money bailing out of jail. After all, wasn't there some law-thingy about taking care of kids?

Good-bye : (Once again, the hold is only temporary, until my muse comes back, I tackle her, or you drag her to me.