Hey everyone! Here's an idea that kind of filtered into my head earlier this week. Enjoy!

"I don't see why I have to be the one who has to go talk to Chad," Sonny pouted, crossing her arms.

"Look, Sonny," Nico wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "You know we can't do the pink flamingo sketch without our pink flamingo. And as long as Chad has it, we're in trouble."

"You're the only one who can convince him to give it back," Tawni argued.

"I don't think anything I say or do will convince him to return it. Besides, you know he wants one of us to go over there. It's got to be a trap. Why give him the satisfaction of tricking one of us? Can't we just get a new pink flamingo?" Sonny bargained.

"You know Marshall told us this morning the prop funds are running low. He'll freak out if we have to start replacing things," Grady reminded.

"Fine, but when something goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming you four," Sonny scowled and marched out of the prop room. There were, of course, worse things than having to talk with Chad, but he always made it so hard to be human with. Then again, how can you be human with someone who thinks he's a god?

Sonny walked onto the set of Mackenzie Falls, her high heels clicking on the hard ground. "Hey, Portlyn, where's Chad?"

"Chad who?" Portlyn grinned manically at her.

"Come on, Portlyn, I don't have a lot of time. I know he stole our pink flamingo. We need it back, now."

"If you want to talk to Chad, you're going to have to make an appointment."

"Hey, Chastity," Sonny looked passed Portlyn and called to the girl who played Chloe. "Where's Chad?"

Chastity, who was unaware of the scheme Portlyn was pulling, immediately replied, "He's out back with Ferguson in the parking lot." Sonny wondered what Chad would be doing with the kid who played Trevor in the parking lot, but after flashing Portlyn a quick grin, Sonny hurried out to the back lot.

Sonny instantly spotted the two next to Chad's car and assumed they were just talking. But after only a short period of examination, she realized they were fighting. Without thinking, Sonny ran over to attempt to stop the fight before either of them got in trouble. The last thing she wanted was to be witness to a fight and possibly get in trouble with them.

"I saw you with her!" Chad screamed as Sonny got within hearing distance. "And to think I thought you were my friend."

"Friend? We're just cast mates," Ferguson spat. "You were going to dump her anyways. You told me so yourself." The two boys started circling one another, hinting one of them was about to make contact with the other.

"I'll see to it that you don't make it to next season, then. They obviously didn't teach you the most important lesson in that cheap acting course you took."

"Oh, what's that?" Ferguson egged him on.

"That you don't tick off the star of the show. You would be nothing without me. And I'm going to make sure you are nothing by this time next year."

"Do you know why they call us supporting actors, Chad? It's because the lead actor couldn't survive without us. The lead usually has no sense of the real world, no friends, and no talent."

"Take it back," Chad warned.

"Why don't you make me?"

"Take it back!"

"No!" Ferguson refused.

Suddenly, just before Sonny was able to reach the two, Chad balled his hand into a fist and punched Ferguson to the ground. Chad at once realized the kind of trouble he was in when Ferguson fell to the ground and was not getting up.

"Chad, no!" Sonny shouted on impulse. Chad spun around, terrified there was another witness. "Why would you do that?" Sonny knelt down to see if Ferguson was all right, but he was not opening his eyes.

While attending to the boy on the ground, Sonny suddenly felt a hand clasp the back of her neck and swing her around. When she hit the car bumper, she fell into the open trunk of Chad's car.

"Chad?" she stuttered, utterly confused of what was happening.

"I'm sorry, Sonny," he pushed her shoulder down so that she was lying flat and slammed the trunk close. Sonny had seen the fear and confusion in his eyes, but now all she saw was the darkness. She heard Chad get into the driver's seat and within seconds, he had the car started and the gas pedal floored. Her small body was thrown a short distance against the back end – closest to the bumper – of the trunk space.

It was not until Chad slowed the car down to the legal speed when Sonny began to register what had happened.

She quietly whispered to herself, laughing nervously, "I've been kidnapped. I've been kidnapped by the one and only Chad Dylan Cooper. I'm lying in the trunk of Chad Dylan Cooper's car, because Chad Dylan Cooper locked me in here. This has to be a dream!" Sonny after an hour of mumbling to herself truly had herself convinced that it was all a dream. Because she thought it was a dream, she made no attempt to bang on the trunk or scream when the car came to a stop or kick out one of his taillights. She figured she would eventually wake up, warm in her bed, and laugh about the silliness of the whole plot.

So eight hours later, when Sonny's natural clock was telling her it was dinner time, Sonny ignored the hunger pangs. She figured she was just hungry for breakfast and would be awaking any time soon. She thought perhaps her mother was making waffles and the pure aroma was causing her stomach to rumble.

It was not until midnight, when the cold had set in, dehydration had taken over, and her hunger had intensified, that she began to realize it was all real. She wanted to kill him, she wanted to hold him, she wanted to tear him to shreds for doing this to her, but most importantly, she wanted both of them to return home without getting into trouble.

Suddenly, the top flew up and Sonny saw Chad hovering above her. Even though it was nighttime, she still had to adjust her eyes to the brighter outdoors before she could see him clearly. A hotel sign flickered across the dark parking lot.

"Chad," her dry voice cracked.

"Sonny," he shook his head, silently apologizing to her. "Why were you there?"

"You stole our pink flamingo," she coughed. "Chad, I'm really thirsty and really hungry. Please, if you just let me out, we can go home, and I won't let you get penalized."

"I'm sorry, Sonny, I can't do that. You saw what I did to Ferguson."

Sonny opened her mouth to reply, but she was overcoming by a coughing fit. Chad leaned to the ground and began pulling items out of a brown paper shopping bag. He handed Sonny a bottle of water and a sandwich covered in plastic wrap on a foam tray. He waited as she politely ate and drank everything he gave her – still sitting in the trunk of the car.

"I'll be arrested, I'll lose my job, and my career is ruined," Chad muttered once Sonny was finishing.

"Chad, if you go back now, I'm sure you will be able to talk it out with the authorities. I mean, boys get into fights all the time; they just don't usually kidnap a girl afterwards. I'm going to be what gets you into trouble, not the fight you had with Ferguson," Sonny reasoned.

"That's why we can't go back."

"But I will talk to them, I'll say you and I were going on a drive today and we didn't tell anyone. But if you keep me for more than twenty-four hours, you're risking immunity." Sonny was unaware of how she was raising her voice. It was natural for her to try and take control; unfortunately, there was nothing natural about her current situation.

"Sonny, please, quiet down," Chad begged.

"Chad," she continued to push, "Please, just take me home!" Chad slapped his hand over her mouth, desperate to keep her quiet.

"I really wish I didn't have to do this." He reached into the brown bag and pulled out the largest roll of duct tape Sonny had ever seen. She quivered when she saw the shiny metallic role, and even though she was now speechless, it was too late. Chad hastily wrapped a strip around her mouth then seized her wrists and ankles to secure them together as well. "I'm really sorry, Sonny. I wish I didn't have to do this. Please forgive me." Chad covered her with a new blanket. He closed the trunk once again, locked the car, and walked off to his hotel room for the night.

Sonny decided then, that she even if she could, would not leave Chad. They were now in this together, and she was going to bring him home.

***

"Just, tell me again what she was doing over at Studio Two," Marshall pulled Tawni in the Monroe's kitchen. When Sonny had not returned after an hour of being with Chad, Tawni told Marshall she was gone. When Sonny failed to reappear all day, Mrs. Monroe, Sonny's mom, was forced to call the police who set up the center of operation in the Monroe apartment. The cast of So Random all came to comfort Connie.

"Chad stole our pink flamingo for the pink flamingo sketch and we sent Sonny down to reclaim it for us. That was the last time any of us saw her," Tawni explained. Sonny's words, 'Fine, but when something goes horribly wrong, I'm blaming you four' were like a track on repeat in Tawni's head. She shuttered every time she thought someone grabbing Sonny in one of the long, dark hallways.

"We have a new lead," one of the officers announced, calling everyone back to attention. "Apparently, Mr. Chad Dylan Cooper also went missing sometime shortly after Miss Monroe left to go to his set. Now, we cannot be sure if the two stories are connected at this time. What I can tell you, is that the last person to see Sonny was one of Mr. Cooper's cast mates, and she said she was looking for Mr. Cooper. Another one of his cast mates reports getting in a fight with Mr. Cooper just before he disappeared. We are investigating these details, but I suggest you all go home and get some rest."

"Well, I hope you kids are happy," Marshall scolded them as he reached for his jacket. "Chad didn't have the pink flamingo – I did."

"But we caught Chad on our cameras taking it from the prop room!" Zora exclaimed.

"No, I was running late one evening, and I asked Chad to move a few things to my office. I told you, we're running low on funds, so I'm selling a few items on the internet. She never should have had to go down there. Why did you just tell me it was missing?" Everyone looked at their shoes. They all knew why, just no one wanted to speak. They became inundated with guilt and could not find the words which would rectify their choices.

***

A few hours after she last saw him, Chad opened the trunk and found her asleep quietly. He cringed seeing the silver tape covering her, but he forced himself to believe it had to be done. "Sonny," he whispered, tapping her in the morning darkness. Chad unwrapped her ankles and wrists and gently tore the tape from her lips. The adhesive had pulled the moisture from her usual supple, pink lips, leaving them dry and chapped. There was a rectangular red mark across her face, even thought Chad had used extreme caution. Slowly, he pulled her out of the trunk for the first time in almost a day and allowed her to take a few steps around.

Sonny at first stumbled, but he caught her and aided her through the next few strides. It was still so early, the parking lot lights were still on and not a sole was around to even see her.

"Chad, can I ride with you up front today?" Sonny begged, not wanting to go back into the trunk.

"No, people would recognize you. This was printed this morning," he handed her page six of the newspaper. It was an article completely about her disappearance. To Chad's relief, it did not mention him at all.

"They're going to connect the pieces, Chad. We need to go home," Sonny urged. She looked over the newspaper and saw 'Santa Fe Starlight' as the title of the publication. "Santa Fe? What are we doing in New Mexico? You've taken me across state lines? Chad, you have no idea how much trouble you're in."

"Yes, I do. That's why we're not going home. This is your new home, for now. Let me just figure something out, okay?" Chad shouted. He maneuvered Sonny closer to the car, reapplied the duct tape, and lifted her back into the trunk. He ran his fingers through her hair before closing the top and locking her away in the darkness.