A/N: Here is were things start to get disturbing...sorry...twisted and sick mind came up with this story and then i couldn't get it out until i wrote it down...

The first thing Alan noticed was his pounding head. Second he noticed that he was laying on a hard and unforgiving surface. Shaking his head, with a groan, to try and clear it, he tried to remember what had happened. At first all he had was flashes, but after a few minutes it all came back with a rush:

FLASH BACK—

Alan had been making additional marks to his tree. Everything else was done, and he was just killing time until it was time to leave. He was so absorbed in his picture; he didn't hear someone coming up behind him.

Suddenly, a strong arm was holding him in a choke hold and a cloth that smelt like rubbing alcohol was being held over his mouth and nose by another hand. Alan struggled for as long as he could, but he soon found that he was weakening. Just before dropping off into unconsciousness, he felt himself being picked up like a rag doll. Then he knew no more.

—END FLASHBACK

Bolting into a sitting position, Alan tried to move. He found that his arms were bound tightly behind his back; his forearms were tied together, one atop the other, with his elbows bent at right angles. Cautiously opening his eyes, he saw only darkness. Alan could feel a soft cloth on his face, tied firmly around his head.

As his heart beat faster and his breath quickened, Alan missed the sound of a lock clicking and door opening silently.

A man – of average height with dark brown hair that hung in a loose pony tail at his neck, intense green eyes that caught every detail, and built like someone that took care of their body and worked out often – entered the room. He watched as the boy before him went from a panicked struggle to tense to trying to escape his bonds.

Walking, with silent footsteps, towards the blonde boy, the man squatted down at eye level in front of him. "The more you struggle," the man's calm tenor began, "the tighter the bonds will become."

Alan instantly whipped his head towards the voice and stopped straining against the ropes. Taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself, Alan waited for the voice to talk again. Minutes passed with the only sounds being the breathing from the two occupants of the small room. After another ten minutes, the man spoke again, "Good to see you listen," standing to his full height, the man looked down at Alan. "What say we get you off the floor?"

Alan just stayed quiet, thinking to himself, what does this guy want? Does he expect me to answer? Don't really want to anger him until I know the situation, but how else am I going to find out… His thoughts were cut off as the man unexpectedly hauled him to his feet. Tensing in the strong grip that held him, Alan tried to pull away.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the man said, leading Alan towards a different part of the room, "You are just going to make me lots of money." With that he gently, but forcefully, turned Alan and sat him down into a chair.

As Alan heard the man sit down in another chair not far away, he found his voice, "So what? Is this a kidnap-ransom? Not very original."

The man cracked a small smile, even though Alan couldn't see it, "Partly, but there are other components to it as well."

"Other components?" Alan asked, getting more nervous.

"We'll leave out the details for now," the man said sternly, "Right now, all you need to know is that you and I will be together for a while. So, you may as well call me something, any preference?"

"Uh…how about let me go?"

"Good one," the man snorted, "But I don't think that one would work well. Can you hear yourself asking 'Let-me-go, can I have some water?' or 'do you have the time, Let-me-go?' It just doesn't roll off the tongue. Got another?"

Sighing to himself, Alan didn't see the point in not coming up with a name. "Okay, how does Geoffrey, with a 'G', sound?"

"Too preppy."

"Seriously? Why don't you just give me a name to use then?" Alan said with huff, shifting into a more comfortable position; or at least trying to.

"Giving up already?" The tenor mocked.

"No," Alan grumbled, "Just not really in the mood. Headaches combined with being blindfolded and tied up do that to me. Oh, and don't forget being kidnapped!"

"Fair enough," the man said, "You can call me Billy."

"Billy? Didn't want something to instill fear?"

Billy replied with a smirk, "I don't need a name that is intimidating, kid. 'Billy' serves its purpose and it isn't my real name."

"Alright…Billy…could you let me go now?" Alan tried not to plead, but this whole situation was tiring and he just wanted to go home!

"No," Billy's voice said emotionlessly, as he stood up and walk towards Alan, "Like I said you are going to make me money, one way or another. For now, let's get you more comfortable." With that, Billy once again pulled Alan to his feet, "Stand here," he ordered.

Billy pulled the chair Alan had been sitting in, to the middle of the room, facing a video camera attached to a computer. Then we walked back over to Alan, and led him to the seat. After forcing the blonde to sit, Billy grabbed some more rope, and tied his ankles to the chair.

Alan put up some resistance, but there was little he could do with arms tied and being blindfolded combined with Billy's obvious strength; he soon found himself not being able to move his feet. "I thought you said we were getting me more comfortable," Alan deadpanned, uselessly trying to kick out his leg.

"We are," Billy said, moving behind Alan, "Just couldn't have you running around while I undid your arms." That said, Alan felt the ropes on his forearms loosen then fall away. As if sensing Alan's intent, Billy grabbed his arms, "Don't even think about throwing a punch…or taking off the blindfold." Billy then released his hold, and Alan slowly brought his arms and hands forward; rubbing feeling back into the limbs. "Better?" Alan solemnly nodded. "Good. But gotta tie them again," suddenly Billy grabbed Alan's right wrist and lashed it quickly to the arm of the chair. Grabbing the left wrist, he secured that one as well.

Alan tried pulling at the ropes holding his arms, but, like all the others, the ropes were too strong and too tight. "Now that I'm comfortable," Alan said flatly, "Want to tell me what you're planning?"

"I guess I could explain part of it," Billy said, turning on the camera and setting up the computer. "I don't know if you know this, but blonde hair and blue eyes are a highly…appreciated," Billy pondered the word, "set of qualities. There are a lot of people that would pay a lot of money for that combination. Mix that with your age, and the money is even better." Here, Billy paused, gauging Alan's reaction. Alan was just confused, and frowned to show it. "Guess you may be too innocent to really understand right away, "Billy mused, "Another reason your age is special."

Walking over to grab his chair, Billy rolled it over to the computer and sat down. "For now, let's leave it as, at fourteen, you still have the innocence of a child, but are also becoming rebellious. It is a tender age for you, but a cherished age for some adults to watch."

"What are you talking about? You're just going in circles!" Alan was now thoroughly confused, and started to struggle again; not liking how Billy kept bringing up his age.

"Stop struggling, boy," Billy ordered.

"Not until you start making sense," Alan raised his voice, all the while thinking, I just want to go home!

Billy stood up and stalked over to Alan. Grabbing Alan's arms roughly, he gave a forceful shake. "I will explain, boy, if you stop struggling," Billy said darkly, not loosening his grip until Alan stopped fighting. Alan remained tense as Billy released his hold, "Good boy." Returning to his seat, Billy calmed himself as he watched Alan tense frame shake slightly. "I'm sure you know that the world has a dark side, and not all humans are good company," Billy watched Alan give curt nod, "Well, I'm a bridge for part of the darker side. There are adults in this world that find pleasure in young children. As I said before, blonde hair, blue eyes, and fourteen is a good combination of qualities to appeal to some of those adults." Alan began to shake his head slowly as comprehension began to come. "Yes, boy," Billy said softly, "You are going to make me money by being sold to the highest bidder."

Nononono NO! This is wrong! People don't so this to each other! Alan tried to convince himself this was a horrible nightmare. "No, no, no, no," Alan muttered over and over. His heart ached with despair and he couldn't stop the few tears that fell in fear; this once, he was thankful for the cloth that covered his eyes and subsequent tears.

Billy kept one eye on the shaking blonde and the other on his work. He made final adjustments to the website, and was finally ready to open the bidding. First he need to calm the boy. "Boy," Billy said walking towards Alan, "Boy," he repeated, putting a hand on Alan's shoulder. Alan flinched under the touch, and Billy could feel the tremors increase in intensity, "Boy," he said a little louder and squeezed the shoulder.

Alan stopped muttering 'no' but also tried to pull away from the hand holding him. Setting his jaw and taking a deep breath, Alan spoke with more confidence than he felt, "If, you are going to do this, at least have the decency to use my name, which is not 'boy'."

Billy was impressed by the show of confidence, so acquiesced with the request, "Alright, what is your name than?"

Another deep breath, "Alan," was his response, "Alan Tracy." Maybe that will scare him away. Probably didn't even know he took American Hero Jefferson Tracy's son.

"Tracy," Billy muttered, "interesting." Returning to his chair, Billy regarded Alan with a calculating look. "Alright, Alan," he spoke up after a few minutes, "I have a proposition for you."