How Do You Like Me Now?

Adopted from awesomosityrox

By kage kitsune 14

Chapter Six: Where Loyalties Lay

Twenty minutes later Alex sat erect on the uncomfortable wooden chair across from Alan Blunt's desk in his office at the Royal & General bank, the cover for the headquarters of MI6.

Blunt and Jones gazed silently at him across from him.

"Alex, I'm going to cut to the chase. Mr. Blunt and I are concerned about you actions earlier this week."

Blunt stood up setting his hands firmly on his desk shoulder width apart.

"Frankly, Alex, I'm not sure where your loyalties lie anymore."

Alex looked away his brow furrowed. It's not like they had ever gave a damn before. They snatched him up from his normal life, blackmailed him, then sent him on a dangerous mission and returned him months later with only a very flimsy doctors excuse to fend off his school mates.

Jones and Blunt shared a look.

Mrs. Jones moved around the desk and set a hand on Alex's shoulder. He tensed up almost unnoticeably. It was an instinct honed by repeated attacks on his person.

"We understand that you don't particularly 'trust' or 'like' us. We have arranged a therapy session for you." Jones stated, and you could practically hear the quotation marks around trust and like.

Alex jerked away glaring at them. They didn't give a damn earlier when he actually could've used counseling. Like when he was suffering from the memories of being stuffed in a tank with a dangerous jelly fish called a man-of-war; when he was suffering from the memories of nearly being dissected alive; or when he saw Sarov blow his brains out; when he saw Yassen 'die'; after he had training by Scorpia; when he had nearly been killed in space; or when he had nearly been killed by his own Godfather; when he had nearly been eaten by crocodiles. All of those times therapy would've been okay, even welcome. But now when he tried to defend someone he trusted he was treated like a delusional mad man that needed watching.

"Funny. I don't remember signing up to see a shrink." Alex snapped.

"Well, I wouldn't really call myself a shrink, Alex!" a familiar male voice stated from behind Alex. Alex spun around and came face to face with Ben Daniels.

"Ben!" Alex greeted eagerly clapping the older man on his back.

Ben gazed warmly at the young spy. He then cleared his throat. "I'm here so that you can, um, hold on." Ben started then mumbled before pulling out a crumbled piece of paper. He opened in and then read directly from the letter. "I'm here so you can 'talk it out'."

Alex raised an eyebrow at this and Ben shrugged almost helplessly.

Blunt and Jones vacated the area to give them 'time to talk'.

Ben and Alex sat down in chairs opposite of each other.

Ben coughed shifting uncomfortably. "Um... so...I understand you, well, defended, erm, an, ehm, erk...a, ah..."

"Assassin." Alex finished for him sounding very blunt, his eyes glittering slightly.

"Yes!" Ben burst out, sounding relieved he didn't have to finish the sentence.

Alex nodded briskly. "I did defend him."

"Would you care to explain why?"

Alex shrugged. "He saved my life, and did nothing wrong. I owed him. I still owe him."

Ben's brow furrowed. "He saved you?" He tried the words out feeling that they didn't belong together in that order.

"Yes." Alex ground out, his eyes flashing in anger. Why could no one believe Alex when he told them Yassen saved him?

"Why?"

Alex stiffened. He didn't want to bring up the fact that his father was an undercover agent who had taught Yassen everything he knew about assassination. "I don't know." He lied.

"Are you sure?" Ben asked blinking in bemusement.

Alex stood angrily. He ran his hands through his short shaggy hair and paced the length of the room several times and then turned to him. "What clearance do you have?" he finally asked.

"2." Ben answered simply. The clearance levels went from one to twelve. The higher the number the lower the clearance. Ben had the same clearance level as Alex. Most likely because he would need it for whatever Alex could tell him.

"My father was a spy for MI6 when he was alive. One of his missions sent him deep undercover, as a Scorpia assassin. Eventually I was born and my father wanted out. They set it up to look like a kidnapping. But then Scorpia kidnapped an important government official's son. They set it up to look like a normal trade. But my father was wearing a bullet proof vest with blood pouches sewn in. Jones gave the order to shoot and my dad went down looking like he was dead." Alex paused to take a huge breath.

"Dad's protege was Yassen Gregorovich. He taught him as best he could in the assassination field. He even saved Yassen's life when a black widow crawled onto his neck. One bullet to save a life and take a life. That's where Yassen got the scar on his neck from. Yassen didn't know my dad was a spy thus believed that MI6 had killed him. That's why he didn't kill me any of the times he's had the chance, and why he saved me, several times in fact."

Ben looked completely dumbfounded.

"But doesn't he know that your father wasn't a Scorpia operative by now?" He finally asked.

"Most likely." Alex nodded.

"Why is he still protecting you then?"

Alex ran a hand through his messy hair. "I don't know." he finally admitted.

"Well Alex, would you like to ask him yourself?" Blunt had entered the room silently just as he answered Ben's question.

"What?" Alex asked his face wiped of all expression.

"You, Alex, are going to help with the interrogation of Yassen Gregorovich.

A/n: Okay this is another combined chapter. There was one review I would like to answer to in particular.

The coward, whoever he or she is, didn't even bother to login so I could answer via PM. "Phoenix" claims that my chapters are the same as the first story, which isn't true and he/she obviously didn't take the time to compare them. He/she didn't even bother to read past chapter one, which I admit is probably the most similar to the original but not the same.

And for everyone else who actually reads my story all the way through and is supportive enough to review, I thank you. And I'm sorry you had to listen to me scold an idiot.

Please review.