Stupid Love - Chapter Seventeen
Pairing: Hijack
Word Count: 2000
Warnings: Lots of Vulgar Language, Implied Criminal Activity, Scenes of Danger and Violence

I do not own the rights to any characters from How to Train Your Dragon or Rise of the Guardians.

Author's Notes: Some more Adventures in Babysitting references in this chapter. Gotta do something about that Playboy, right? Like I said before, if you haven't watched the movies used in this AU (Crazy, Stupid Love/Fast & Furious series/Adventures in Babysitting), I REALLY recommend you watch them! Crazy, Stupid Love is available on netflix and hulu (as well as on dvd for really cheap if you look hard enough), as is most of the Fast & the Furious movies. Adventures in Babysitting is available to watch on youtube (for FREE, believe it or not). Seriously, go watch these movies, guys! It'll enhance this story for you like you won't believe!

Alright, on with the chapter…

"I can't believe this is happening."
Hiccup's eyes darted back and forth from one side of the street to the other as he sat shotgun in Astrid's camaro. She was driving slowly through what they assumed was the residential district of the town.
"I can't believe you still haven't shut up about it," Astrid scoffed, stopping the car as they finally reached the end of the block.
"Are you looking?" Hiccup asked, turning around so he could look past her and out her window.
Astrid grumbled loudly.
"Yes, Hiccup," she replied. "I've been looking. Have you tried calling Jack?"
Hiccup glanced down at the phone in his hands.
"It keeps going to his voicemail…"
Astrid shook her head, turning the corner so they could continue their search for Hiccup's car.
"Man…I sure wouldn't wanna be you right now."
"I don't understand how any of this could've happened," Hiccup trailed off, dialing Jack's number again on his phone and holding it up to his ear as he continued to look around.
"I don't know how you even let it happen," Astrid smarted back.
Hiccup dropped the phone, turning to glare at her.
"He stole my car, Astrid!"
She waved him off, turning another corner.
"He didn't steal your car."
"Oh, so, so it just…what?" Hiccup threw his hands up frantically, shouting, "Turned into a transformer and, and ran away? Is that it?"
"Pfft, it's more likely than Jack actually taking your car," she told him.
"He was the one who suggested we come out here today. What if he planned all this?" Hiccup's eyes narrowed.
"Hiccup, I'm telling you," Astrid told him again, "he didn't take your car."
"Well, someone did. And if it wasn't Jack, then…then, that means they took him, too."
"They can keep him," Astrid laughed, "it's obvious you only want your car back, anyway, right?"
"That—" Hiccup paused and looked over at the smirk on Astrid's face. That wasn't true. Of course he wanted to make sure Jack was okay, too, especially if he was in danger. But, he had that Fiero a whole lot longer than he'd known Jack, so…
He shoved his face in his hands. He really couldn't believe this was happening.
"Look, why don't we head back to your place and…I don't know, call the cops, or something? Have them waste their time finding it, you know?" Astrid offered.
Hiccup heaved a sigh. He really didn't want to give up, but she had a point.
"Yeah, I guess."
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and sank back into his seat. Astrid shot him a sympathetic look, but stopped the car and took the closest left to get them back home.

Jack sure was glad he had forgotten his shoes back there. Actually, no, he wasn't.
He mentally smacked himself in the forehead as he tried to stand on the first rafter beam he came to, but his foot kept sliding on the buildup of rust and dust that had probably been there for years. He cringed, but stuck a hand up to the pole jutting out above him to keep himself balanced and started to walk along the beam.
He crept forward, slowly and silently, trying to keep himself from looking down. It's only a ten-foot drop, he silently sneered. As long as he didn't sweat onto the gross old people below, he'd be fine.
He took a moment to pause and switch hands to keep him steady. As he started to step forward, he felt something moving in his pocket and looked down just as the magazine he'd rolled up began to fall out. He bent forward to grab it, but it slipped right out.
"Oh, shi—" Jack caught himself as he scrambled to catch the magazine.
His fingers slid along it, but he hooked his thumbs on the end as the centerfold flew out. He cringed, begging the gods that nobody had heard him.
Down below, Jamie noticed the ruffling noise, but before he could look around to investigate, Pitch reached forward and picked up a bunch of papers, skimming through them.
"JB," he spoke up, his voice already accusing, "where's the Chicago order?"
Jamie stood up straight, trying to recall, but just gave his boss a confused look.
Pitch spun around in his chair to face Jamie.
"The playboy, Bennett," he glared. "Where is it? "
Jamie glanced around nervously.
"Oh, uhh… I think…" he murmured, "I think I left it upstairs."
Pitch waited a moment before deepening his glare.
"Well, go get it," he spat out.
Jamie jolted, turning for the stairs.
"R-right! Right away, sir!"
Pitch shook his head, turning back to the other men.
"We'll have to figure out what to do with that rust-bucket he dropped on us, too," Pitch grimaced at the Fiero parked a few feet away.
The man across from him leaned back in his plastic chair, commenting,
"It's got decent enough tires. We could put 'em on that caddy sittin' on blocks in the back."
A murmur of agreement from the others was cut short as Jamie stumbled out of the office and down the metal stairs.
"Uhh, Pi— sir?" Jamie stepped up to him nervously.
Pitch spun around again.
"Where's the magazine?" He asked, noticing Jamie's empty hands.
Jamie rubbed at his arm a moment, replying quietly,
"Uhm, it's gone… I think Jack— I mean, uhh, that kid took it."
Pitch rolled his eyes.
"Well, then," he told him matter-of-factually, "get it back from him."
Jamie bit his lip.
"Uhh, well, you see… he's gone, too."
Pitch slammed his fist down, shaking the table
"WHAT?!"

Astrid let out a defeated sigh as she pulled up to Hiccup's apartment complex.
"Home, sweet home," she said blandly, parking in front of his garage.
Hiccup looked up, reaching for the door handle, but stopped as he stared at his garage door.
Astrid eyed him.
"What?" She questioned his silence.
Hiccup continued to stare ahead, but slowly opened the car door and stepped out.
"Hiccup…?" Astrid tried again, leaning over to look up at him, "You're weirding me out. What's going on?"
"Jack's car," Hiccup said in a breath, walking forward and unlatching his garage door. He pushed it up and open, revealing the golden Hyuara inside.
Astrid pushed open her door and stepped out, as well, her eyes already wide.
"Wait a second," she scrunched up her nose, trying to piece this all together. "You have Jack's car? And he has yours?"
Hiccup shook his head.
"No, he doesn't," he replied, turning back to her. "He'd never just leave his baby here. I think you were right, Astrid. Something's up."
Astrid glanced between Hiccup and the car.
"So, what's the plan?"
Hiccup stepped into the garage, sliding his hand along the hood of Baby Tooth before reaching down to open the driver's side door. He leaned in and grabbed the keys off the center console and held them up, turning back to his best friend.
"We're going back."

Jack steadied himself on the rafter as he heard the men starting to get riled up and arguing about something below him. He knew he didn't have much time to get out of there. Quickly, he shoved the magazine back in his hoodie pocket and quick-stepped toward the window.
Finally reaching it, he huffed, pulling himself onto the ledge and looking out. Yet another ten-foot drop. Of course.
He slid out the window, dangling until he managed to catch his foot on the light fixture below the window. He slid down and caught his foot on the edge of the doorframe underneath, and then swung himself over to a nearby dumpster, just barely catching the edge before falling off of it.
The clanking noise it made from the jump was louder than he'd meant it to be, so he bounced back off the dumpster and into the alley. He hit the ground and started running, getting as far as he could before his feet started to ache again.
"God, I'm so stupid," he finally admitted, pausing to lean against the brick wall of the alley and flick the loose rocks off the bottom of his feet.
The big garage door from earlier started to open and Jack froze, glancing over his shoulder before having the sense to run around the corner and peek back around it.
"He couldn't have gotten far," he heard someone say over the sound of the door still opening.
Jack leaned out farther, spotting Pitch stepping out, looking pissed.
Jack pulled his phone out of his pocket again, immediately dialing Sandy's number. He moved back behind the wall, waiting for the phone to ring, but it still wouldn't go through.
"Dammit," he bit his lip and glanced back into the alleyway, only to see two men looking up at the open window he'd just come out of minutes ago. Thinking back on it, he probably shouldn't have just left it like that.
"There he is!"
Jack looked back down at the men, one of them pointing right at him.
"Get him!"
"Shhhhhiiiiiit!" he yelped to himself as he gripped his phone in his hand and ran for it.
He dashed down the alley, seeing a street only a couple blocks away. He looked over his shoulder to see the two men chasing after him.
He curled his toes as he got closer and closer to the street, his feet screaming at him to stop with the running already.
He barely reached the sidewalk before taking a sharp left, finding the street to be completely abandoned. He kept running, glaring up at the setting sun and the dark clouds slowly turning the sky a greenish color overhead. The last thing he needed right now was Mother Nature bearing down on him in addition to Pitch's goons.
He reached another alley and heard footsteps catching up to him, so he ran behind the wall, ducking behind the two trashcans sitting right by the back door to the closed-down business. He put a hand over his mouth, keeping his loud breathing from being heard as the footsteps grew closer.
The men stopped, glancing around cluelessly.
"Where'd he go?"
"He has to be around here somewhere…"
"Oh, damn, the boss is gonna kill us!"
Just as Jack thought he heard them turning back, a sleek, black car pulled up to the sidewalk.
He heard a window slide down and Pitch yelling for the men to get in the car. He let out a silent sigh of relief as the doors opened and slammed shut again.
"We have to catch that boy!" was the last thing he heard before the car sped off again.
Jack gulped, letting himself fall back against the wall.
What was that guy's problem? Why did he have to chase him down like that? It wasn't like Jack had done anything to him!
He held out his hand to see his phone still there, a tiny white bar in the upper corner.
"Oh, sure," he grumbled, "now you have service?!"