Disclaimer: I do not own Austin and Ally.

Radio Signal

Chapter 1: Hear Me

It was a bright, Saturday morning and Sonic Boom was packed with people. Ally scrambled around the counter, helping random customers. Trish stood by and watched Dez do her homework. Austin helped Ally with the customers. The poor girl was being overwhelmed by the amount of people in the store. There was a constant buzz of noise going on in the store.

"This place is really busy, today and it isn't even noon yet." Trish commented.

"I know," Ally huffed in exhaustion. "I'm thankful for the business but I'm about to kill over. Austin and I were up all night last night working on a new song, too. Thanks again for staying and helping, Austin."

"No problem. I couldn't have you suffer alone." He said as he helped another customer. He grinned at her. Ally could tell he was just as exhausted as she was, yet he stayed and helped her. She thankfully returned his smile.

A woman walked up the counter. She looked angry and began to shout at her in some other language. Ally's eyes widened in confusion. "I'm sorry?" She said as kindly as she could.

" Où est sont violoncelles? J'ai déjà demandé à la fille latino cinq fois. Je perds ma patience." She hissed.

"Um, I'm sorry miss but I don't know what you're saying." Ally said warily.

"VOUS appeler ce service? Ive a eu MIEUX PERMANENT DE SERVICE EN LIGNE À un parc à thème! Je veux savoir où les violoncelles SONT!" The woman screamed.

Ally stared at her in shock. "I-I um. I don't know what you want. I'm sorry, miss." She stuttered as she began to panic.

"Vous êtes sourd? Les violoncelles!"

Ally let out a scared squeak and started to shake. "Please, if you could calm down, maybe I can help you in some way-"

The woman cut her off. "Vous fille inutile. Quel est un imbécile comme vous faire travailler dans un magasin de musique? " She hissed.

Austin suddenly pushed himself in between Ally and the angry woman. " Wait, What did you say? Violoncelles?" He asked.

The woman's eyes lit up. "Oui! Où sont-ils?"

Recognition seemed to wash over Austin's face. It almost looked like he knew what she was saying. He walked out from behind the counter and led the woman to the section of the store with cellos. "These?"

The woman didn't respond, but instead grabbed a cello and happily made her way back to the counter. Ally easily checked her out without a word. She gave Ally a disgusted look but grinned at Austin. "Il ya au moins une personne compétente dans ce magasin." The woman quipped.

Ally eyed Austin in extreme confusion when he angrily glared at the woman, offended by whatever she just said. He only stopped glaring at the woman when she left the store.

Ally, Trish, and Dez stared at him confusion. "Austin?" Ally started. "Could you understand what she was saying?"

Austin turned his gaze to her, his eyebrows furrowed. "I- I think so. Well, a little bit. The more she talked, the easier it was to understand her."

"What language was that?" Dez asked.

Austin shrugged. " I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You could understand her!" Trish argued.

Austin shrugged again. "I don't know, okay. I just somehow knew what she was saying." Austin defended himself.

"Wait, haven't you done that before" Dez suddenly asked.

"Done what?" Austin questioned in confusion.

"You know? Being able to understand a language out the blue like that?" Dez said like it was obvious.

Austin's eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "No."

"Oh come on! You did it when we were at the beach that one time. A guy walked up to you and asked you something in Spanish. You knew what he was saying and answered him in English. Luckily, that guy knew what you were saying."

"Wait, you mean that really tall Puerto Rican guy with the bright orange swim trunks that had a really bad sunburn?" Austin asked.

"Yeah, him."

"He was speaking English, Dez."

"No he wasn't. It was definitely Spanish."

"I swear it was English."

"No, it wasn't!" Dez insisted.

"Yes it was."

Then why couldn't I understand him?" Dez asked.

"I can answer that question." Trish spoke up.

"Trish, don't you dare!" Ally said, shooting her down.

"Whatever," Austin said as he shook his head,dismissing the subject. "It's seems to be less busy in here now. Ally do you care if I go home?"

"Go right ahead." Ally said.

"Thank you," Austin said happily. "I'm going to sleep so hard when I get home."

"Won't your parents yell at you for sleeping during the day?" Trish asked.

"They're at work and they won't get home until later tonight. So I don't have to worry about them." Austin said as he did a small victory dance.

"Alright, well you tomorrow." Ally said.

Austin waved to them as he left the store. "Bye guys."

Austin pulled his car into the driveway and got out, humming to himself as he did so. He was tired but he was content. He practically skipped to the front door his house. He went to unlock the door when he noticed something; the door was open. It was barely open, just a crack, but open nonetheless. Austin raised an eyebrow in confusion. That's weird. His parents always made sure to shut and lock up the house when they left the house.

He pocketed his keys and carefully walked into the house, shutting the door behind him. He half expected one of his parents to be home, maybe having come back for lunch. But the driveway was void of cars expect his own. He look in the garage, thinking that for some reason his parents pulled the car in there. He found the garage empty. He let out a confused huff and shut the garage door.

Who knows? Maybe they didn't check it like they usually did. People do that sometimes. He never knew his parents to do it but he really shouldn't feel all that surprised if they ever did. That must have what happened because he was the only one in the house.

He walked to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. As he went to take a drink, he noticed something else. There was a drawer open. It was sitting wide open. He took a drink and walked over to it. It was the drawer where his parents kept all the glue, batteries, and duck tape. They must have been out of duck tape because he didn't see any in the drawer. Maybe that's what his parents were looking for and they just forgot to shut the drawer.

Austin gently pushed his hand against the drawer and let it roll back in place. He put the glass down on the counter and looked around the kitchen, curious to see if anything was out of place. Everything else seemed to be untouched. He moved the glass to the sink and left the kitchen.

A sudden "thwak" sound caused him to jump. He spun around on his heel and around to find the source of the noise. Nothing seemed to move "What the?...Oh." He said as he looked down, finding his phone on the floor. He picked it up and checked to make sure it didn't break. He sighed in relief when he found that it survived, unscratched.

"Hmph!" His phone went sailing into the air. This time, it shattered into pieces when it hit the kitchen tile. Someone's black sleeved arm grabbed him from behind. It held onto his upper torso, trapping his arms against his sides. A black gloved hand was over his mouth. He immediately attempt to break free, struggling against his assailant's grip. The person's grasp only tightened, squeezing to the point that it made Austin cringe in pain.

He let out muffled yelps, trying to yell at the person to get off of him. He fought harder, kicking his feet. The assailant swung him around a bit, dragging him closer to the back door. He kicked out, accidentally knocking a lamp off of the side-table. It shattered when it hit the ground. Panic ran through him as he fought to free himself. The person's grip tightened even more.

"Hey, get him under control!" A man dressed in all black suddenly appeared from the hallway. He had a roll of duck tape and some rope in his hand.

"I'm trying," A deep voice from the person behind him said. "This kid is strong. Help me."

Austin's eyes widened in fear. These men were trying to take him. He kicked wildly and threw his body around as much as could in the man's grip, the whole time screaming through the gloved hand over his mouth. He hoped someone heard him as he screamed his vocal cords raw.

"Get his legs!" One of the men yelled.

Austin didn't bother to pay attention to know who had said it. He was too focused on trying to break free. He couldn't breathe right. He was too scared and the man was blocking his airway.

The other man grabbed at his legs, ducking when Austin tried to kick him. It took a while, but he finally got both of Austin's legs. The blonde went crazy when the man started to tape his legs together.

"He's being too loud. We need to knock him out." The man holding him said.

"Do you have the chloroform?" The other man asked.

"My back pocket."

Austin stared wide eyed in absolute horror when he saw the needle. He thrashed violently against the man holding him. His heart racked against his chest as he panicked. He continued to scream in terror, begging the world that someone would hear him. He struggled to get a full breath to no avail.

"Keep him still!"

"I'm trying."

Austin's muffled yelp of pain filled the room as the man's grip tightened to the point of nearly crushing him. He could feel the man's bulging muscles holding him in place. He was having trouble breathing between the panic and the man's glove. The needle went in and out of his arm before he had a chance to react. He knew what was coming, which meant that he needed to get away from the two men as fast as possible.

"Hurry! Tie his hands."

He felt the other man grab his hands, working around the man that was holding him. He felt the rope come around his wrists. He tried to fight it, but the effects of the chloroform was beginning to cloud his mind. It didn't take long for the man to get the rope tied securely around his wrists. They could tell that the drug was starting to take effect.

The man that was holding him let him go and carefully laid him on the floor. Why were they being so gentle with him? He felt a piece of duct tape be place on his lips. He was too weak to fight them off now.

"Let's go." One of the men threw him over their shoulder. They ran out the back door and ran into the ally behind his backyard. A car was idling there, waiting for them. Austin fought to stay awake, trying to figure out what as happening. He was scared of what might happen if he fell asleep. The man holding him put him in the trunk and blindfolded him. Austin was weak, couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't see. He was completely at their mercy.

The last thing he could remember was the sound of the trunk slamming shut and the slapping sound of a high five, the two men congratulating themselves on a job well done.

And so we begin the story of Austin's kidnapping. Most of this will be in Austin's POV but it'll occasionally go to Ally. I hope you guys enjoyed.