Title: No One Expects An Angel To Set The World On Fire

Author: Keeper Of The Fandoms

Fandom: Alex Rider (Book)

Major Pairing: Alex/Tom

Word Count: 1659 words

Basic Info: Hey Im really sorry for not updating, I'm a horrible human being I know and you can feel free to hate me as much as you want. Okay onto other things:

a) this fanfic freelances after Scorpia, in my mind I've scrapped the plot line after that novel, changed a few things before and during it. This means that a lot of Alex's history after Scorpia is going to differ from the novels and also be a bit darker. Plus in my story Ben never became part of MI6 and as such has no idea who he really is beyond Cub much like the rest of K-Unit. Though they haven't actually figured out that Alex is Cub... because I write them stupid.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, its characters or plot line. I only own my own ideas otherwise I would have probably gayed things up a bit more

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Alex never expected to see anything but hatred on his ex-units faces but seeing now the sympathy and pity on them he wished that the misguided anger would return. He hated pity, it never did him any good. Oh sure people pitied him but they were perfectly fine to send him off to his death and pity him from the heights of their glass towers.

Cuddling further into Yassen's embrace he sighed nearly inaudibly, pushing aside the stinging pain from the multitude of cuts that now littered his body, shifting slightly he was almost certain he could still feel glass embedded in a few of the deeper ones. Groaning slightly as he was jostled he moaned in pain as the hard back of a chair met his back which had gotten the worst of the glass.

Yassen murmured something quietly in Russian and he blinked sleepily at the man, unable to hear quite what he was saying. Alex pouted as the man disappeared into the bathroom, coming back several moments later with a large first aid kit clutched in his arms. They had started stocking them in all of the bathrooms after the third time they had to make a midnight dash to the pharmacy to get emergency supplies while someone bleed out in the kitchen.

Muttering under his breathe the Russian methodologically stripped Alex of his clothes, his quiet words turning angry as the many many cuts were exposed, each layer of clothing revealing the bleeding wounds that peppered the blonde spies body.

The noise cut off abruptly as Yassen took out a bottle of disinfectant and began to slowly dab at each of the cuts, Alex wincing as the stinging grew worse before nearly seeming to freeze and then calming to a pleasant warmth.

"So what happened?" Yassen asked quietly as he began to dab at Alex's legs, humming as the blonde took a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Tom's been captured. They don't know who took him, if he's even dead or just being tortured. Oh god Yassen I don't know what I'm going to do if he's dead."

"Listen here little one. If Tom has been killed we will burn them all, we will destroy them and everything they love. Their lives and everything they care about will be ours to grind into tiny little specks of ashes and dust." The Russian man spoke simply and efficiently, Alex nodding along with his speech.

Luckily they didn't know of the people hiding outside the room, to caught up in themselves and their revenge. The unit and the teenage spy skulked outside the door, unable to believe what they were hearing but knowing on some level that the ginger haired man and the blonde spy that lived to annoy them were deadly serious. They would do exactly what they were saying and their wasn't a single thing in the history of creation that could stop them.

"However, if he's alive. And I'm almost certain whoever it is had kept him alive little one. Then we will find him, we will find him and we will rescue him and we will raize their operation and everyone in it to the ground." Alex smiled at the reassurances, the stated 'we' in every statement that told of the Russian assassin's commitment to both him and Tom.

"So what do we do now Cossack? MI6 has sent a car to collect us, in a few hours we'll be in Brecon Beacons," Alex sighed quietly and the unit peered through the crack between the door and the wall just in time to see the ginger haired man freeze.

Yassen rounded on Alex with a furious sneer plastered across his lips, his entire face twisted in a mask of rage and horror. "They cannot seriously be sending you back there! Not after what happened two years ago with those monsters?!" Yassen snarled and the soldiers froze, Chris staring at them in open mouthed shock that they quickly mirrored. The spy had been to Brecon Beacons, within the last two years, but they would remember him being there, the only new recruit had been Cub and there was no way this Alex Rider was Cub.

For one he was to old, Cub was only a teen and this man was in his early twenties, there was no way he was younger than eighteen. Plus Cub had come from some rich family, always thinking himself better than them no matter how hard they tried to bring him down from his self constructed pedestal. Sure this guy seemed to have a pedestal at least twice the size of Cub's but they had yet to see any evidence of family.

"It's not like I have a choice Yassen," Alex's voice drifted through the door and Wolf motioned for the unit to listen. "But then again I've never had much of a choice when it comes to MI6 have I?" the agent's voice was incredibly bitter and the unit exchanged derogatory looks, what did the heads assign him to a case he thought beneath him or something? Maybe they gave him a car that was nothing like the one he wanted.

"If you are going back to that hellhole little one then I am coming with you and if MI6 think they have a choice in this then you tell them to go fuck themselves. They will not separate me from you again Alex, you are not their little plaything to jerk about like a puppet on their strings. I will put a bullet in every single one of their heads if I have to."

The unit peered around the door curiously and saw the ginger had been pacing, moving to stand ominously and stare out of the window. Alex sighed and got up from the chair, wincing as the motions pulled on the stitches in his side, not that the unit knew about that, they thought it was from the small cuts he got from the glass. Moving near silently Alex moved up behind the Russian, slipping underneath his arms extended to reach the windowsill and wrapping his arms around the assassin's torso who stiffened at the motion.

"Accept the damn hug Yas," Alex muttered, his words barely audible to the unit who watched in interest as the Russian man softened visibly, wrapping his arms around the blondes shoulders and pulling him closer.

"I was a world renowned assassin, the best to have ever existed, feared by everyone and now I'm a teddy bear for a sixteen year old boy," Yassen sighed but he didn't pull back, interestingly his arms seemed to tighten around Alex who grinned into the ginger's chest.

The unit had stiffened at the word assassin, hurriedly leaving from their place outside the door so they could discuss it and missing as the assassin mentioned the blonde agents age. If they had heard that maybe they wouldn't have taken so long to put the pieces together.

"Assassin?! He's a fucking assassin?" Ben panicked as soon as they entered the kitchen, placing a reassuring hand on Caleb's shoulder who had noticeably tensed up at the mention of the ginger's occupation.

"How dare Agent Rider think he can compromise the safety of Caleb to meet up with his little murder pal," Wolf snarled, Snake nuzzling soothingly into his chest, the Hispanic man cutting off his tirade to brush his fingers through the man's hair.

"Wait Cossack?" Eagle questioned suddenly, remembering the name he had heard from Alex as the two talked.

"Yeah that's what he said, Cossack. Some kind of code name probably because his name seems to be Yassen." Caleb piped up, leaning against the counter, his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Holy fucking shit we are so screwed," Eagle breathed.

"Just spit it out Eagle," Wolf snapped and the childlike man turned suddenly dark eyes on them, the unit sobering up as they realised just how dangerous the situation was if Eagle was being serious.

"That man upstairs is Cossack, Yassen Gregorvitch. Also goes by the ghost killer and shadow demon. He's a Russian super assassin, began training as a kid with Scorpia and other agencies. Became the most feared name in the industries by the time he was twenty two. And Alex was hugging him," Eagle breathed, the unit exchanging tense and horror filled glances as the bell rang abruptly.

"Cars here," a voice called from upstairs and the men had a sudden silent conversation as footsteps from upstairs grew nearer to the stairs.

"Nobody says anything, we don't need to be next on his list. Just stay out of his way, don't piss him off. We should be safe at camp." Wolf breathed and they all nodded hesitantly.

"We hope," Ben muttered quietly, voicing the others doubts as they picked up their pre packed bags and hurried out to the waiting car.