Authors Note:
Note on experience and reviews: This is my first Fan Fiction, I actually wrote it years ago and am editing and posting it now. I'm not gonna say be nice, but do try to be constructive in your criticism. And every little thing helps.
Note on proof reading: I don't have a Beta or anything. I proofread my own stories and my spelling and grammar aren't always the best. Tell me if you catch anything.
Note on nationality: I am not from London or anywhere in Europe. I am Canadian. Everything I know is based off books. Sorry if I get anything wrong and feel free to point out any geographical, grammatical or governmental errors I make. Etc. Etc.
Note on writing style: My style has been largely impacted by all the fan fiction and novels I read. I don't really have my own style, but I try to make it consistent.
Note on disclaimer and writing style: Everything Alex Rider belongs to Anthony Horowitz. Almost the entire first part of Prologue is directly from book 1. Also, I occasionally find something in a fanfic or novel that is just so perfectly written, I might borrow it. Consciously or unconsciously. I paraphrase a bit, but if you recognize someone else's brilliance, I disclaim. Also, sometimes there is a phrase or sentence that I want to use so badly that I'll design an entire paragraph or even a chapter just so I can use it. So sorry if it's a bit disconnected.
Note on updates: This is all pre written. I'll update regularly, but not all at once so I can see reactions and fix up chapters accordingly. I've already planned a sequel, and maybe a couple after that if your interested. This is more for my writing improvement and my entertainment than anything else, but stay tuned anyway.
Note on author's notes: I hate long AN's so this is the only long one you'll see from me!

This story was inspired and based around 'Uninvited Houseguests' by RugitusAstra. If you enjoy this story, you'll love theirs!

We all know by now that when the doorbell rings at three in the morning, it's never good news. Alex Rider was woken by the first chime. His eyes flickered open, but for a moment he stayed completely still in his bed, lying on his back with his head resting on the pillow.

He waited to hear a bedroom door open. The creak of wood as somebody went downstairs. The bell rang a second time, and he remembered that he was alone in the house. The pain of that realization was sharp, as always, but soon forgotten.

He looked at the alarm clock glowing beside him, then heaved himself out of bed as gracefully as someone woken at 3am could. He slid a handgun from his bedside table and padded silently out of his room.

Well, actually, it was Ian's old room. He'd decided to take over after he got back, finding out that Ian had quite a few useful things hidden in the room.

He passed Jack's old room with barely a second glance. Barely. There was a rattle as he slid the security chain off the front door. Gun held loosely behind his back, he let the door swing open. He took a second to examine the four men that had woken him from his much deserved sleep.

He noted that they weren't enemies necessarily, but he considered shooting them anyway.

"Hey, Cub. Long time no see."

Alex sighed at the horrendous cliche, but was saved from answering by the phone going off down the hall. He turned, leaving the door wide open and went to answer. He picked up slowly and took an indecipherable, calming breath, still keeping the four men in clear view.

"Rider," Alex stated in the most professional voice he could muster, whilst gesturing pointedly at the shoe rack with the muzzle of his gun. He angled towards the wall as the men started awkwardly pulling off their combat boots.

Unsurprisingly, the calm voice of Tulip Jones replied from the other end of the line. Who else would be calling at 3am just after four soldiers waltzed into his foyer?

If you looked closely, you could see the microscopic downturn of Alex's lips as the voice explained the situation. Of course I considered all the options. I wouldn't invade your privacy like this if it wasn't absolutely necessary. It's for your own protection, Alex. It's only temporary, Alex. Yeah, he didn't believe it for a second. But he'd figure out what was going on fast enough.

He glared holes into the wall until the woman halted her speech. When the entirely one sided conversation finally ended, Alex gave a small nod to signify his acknowledgment, even though the woman on the other side couldn't see him. He then promptly hung up the phone.

Turning back to the now shoeless army figures standing stoic by the front door, he decided the wasn't really in the mood for social interaction.

"There's 3 spare rooms upstairs, don't come into my room unless the house is literally being burned to the ground. Same goes for the office. One of you will have to take the couch."

Partway through his spiel he had turned and started to walk up the stairs. By the time he finished, he was at the top. Without turning around he spoke again.

"Oh, and if you wake me up again, you won't be waking up again."

He was down the hall in seconds, closing his bedroom door with a barely audible snap and replacing his handgun. Distantly, he could hear his old unit conversing below him.

He vaguely caught a gruff voice saying, "Eagle, couch" before collapsing on his duvet and drifting off to sleep once again.

Next: Alex lays down the law.