This is the first of a few drabbles and one-shots I've already written and am touching up. I'll definitely be taking requests and prompts for more if anyone wants them added.

Please, enjoy and let me know what you think.

[Explanatory and well-written flames are welcomed - the honesty is refreshing! But 'you suck' flames are a waste of everyone's time. Thank you!]

Fandom: Alex Rider
Title: Funeral
Characters/Pairings: Alex, Yassen, Jack, Tom, Sabina, Blunt, Jones
Summary: Alex watches his own funeral.
Rating: K, K+

WARNINGS: SLASH IF YOU SQUINT, DEATH-FIC (OF A SORT)

Funeral

Dark figures swarmed around the dark casket on a dark overcast day.

On the roof of a building too far away to be noticed by those present, a bright figure stands against the sky, impassively watching from behind dark lenses.

It should feel strange, he supposes, watching one's own funeral, but all he can feel is relief.

It's over now.

The woman sobbing on her new husband's shoulder can stop worrying for days on end, can lead her own perfectly normal life.

The young couple clinging to each other in their misery will never be ostracized or endangered just because they cared about their friend.

The serious, blank-faced employers have merely lost an asset, will either find a replacement or rely on the ones they should have to begin with.

All around it seems his death will only benefit.

Especially so for him, he thinks.

A soft rustle of fabric from the stairs draws his attention to his companion, and he allows himself a small but indulgent smile.

Yes, that life has ended, driven to it's hasty end by things young eyes should not have seen. But a new life has begun in it's place, a life he can control for himself, a life without the burden of moral obligations, a life with the support of one who truly understands.

The young man with golden hair and sun-kissed skin turns to face the Russian assassin who has become the foundation of this new life.

Dirt cascades atop Alex Rider's casket.

Alek Ivanovich walks away.