This was an idea that came to me while I was writing another chapter of I Thought You Were Mine. It's really bad and kind of disturbing, so...

Also just keep in mind this is in modern times.

I looked around and breathed in the fresh spring air. The cherry blossoms were still fluttering to the ground.

I stood in front of the creek that wound its way through my neighborhood.

I closed my eyes and took it all in.

My hands were pinned forcibly behind my back.

I thrashed and tried to shake myself free.

"What the heck!" I yelled.

A rough hand clamped over my mouth. I spat on it.

The person wrestled me to the ground. He was wearing a black hoodie, but I could see his facial features.

He had brown hair and eyes on an ugly face that was covered with scratches and scars.

"I'm Samuel Seabury," he said.

I did something rash. I told him my name.

"And I'm Elizabeth Schuyler."

His eyes widened and he grinned.

"Well, then, I will get a rich ransom for you."

"What is this, the fifteenth century?" I retorted. "No one around here has paid ransom in at least three hundred years."

He ran his finger under my chin. "Well then, that changes today."

He drew a blade and flicked it across my left cheek, drawing some blood, then he threw a sack over my head and bound my wrists and ankles together. I thrashed, but he succeeded.

I screamed, "Help!"

There was some yelling in the distance, but I must have passed out from terror and pain.

The next thing I knew, I was being shaken awake by a handsome teenage boy around my age.

I opened my eyes and coughed. "Who are you?"

"Alexander Hamilton," he replied.

He gently unbound me and gave me a bottle of water to drink.

I touched the cut on my face. It must've not have been that long, since the blood was still wet.

"You okay?" Alexander asked gently, "I mean, for someone that was almost kidnapped fifteen minutes ago."

I managed a nod.

"What's your name?" he asked.

I hesitated. The last time I'd told someone my name, it hadn't gone so well. But I decided I could trust Alexander.

"Eliza Schuyler," I said.

"Daughter of Philip Schuyler?" he asked.

I nodded. "But I'm don't want to be respected for my father's title. I'm my own person."

Alexander smirked. "I can tell that."

"So," I said. "Do you normally go around saving girls from getting kidnapped?"

He blushed a little. "No. I happened to be nearby to hear your scream."

"I never scream," I said. "But that felt like a good time."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Samuel Seabury was arrested. I called the police."

I nodded. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said.

We sat there in comfortable silence until I felt better enough to walk. I stood up shakily. Alexander stood up as well.

I shook his hand. "Thank you."

He smiled. "You're welcome. Are you sure you are well enough to walk?"

I sighed. "I suppose so."

And I promptly tripped over my ankle.

Great job, Eliza.

Alexander grabbed my waist and stopped me from hitting the ground. My chest crashed against his.

"Thanks," I muttered, no doubt a little red in the face.

Alexander looked into my eyes. My heart started to beat faster.

I blinked a little and stepped away, managing not to fall over.

Alexander took my hand. "It's okay if you still need time to recover."

I shuddered. A tear streamed down my face. Alexander pulled me into a tight but gentle hug. He stroked my hair. I melted into him.

"It'll be alright," he muttered.

I got myself together and dried my eyes.

Alexander leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

I kissed him back. I felt like I wasn't standing on the Earth anymore.

He pulled away. "Sorry," he said.

I shook my head. "No need to apologize."

Our lips met again.

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