A/N: Hello people! Second story!! And yes, it is another Alex Rider one. Yah, it's not the perverted kind of 'touched', okay. It's the cute kind!! NO PERVERSENESS IN THIS STORY!! Ok, calm now... These will not be in the order of the books but right now, this particular letter has mostly to do with Scorpia, but it has the letter Tom wrote him in Ark Angel. Tom is just cool. Quotes:"HOLAAA COME STA?!" "I'm not wearing any underpants." Ha, that boy is just too funny. Anyways, moving on.
Yeah, it's kind of hard to come up with original fics when so many people write, so if someone could please inform me if this idea has already been done, that would be kind. AND you will receive a virtual cookie for your efforts!
Summary: Sometimes, the the things we do can touch someone's life forever. Alex Rider has touched more people's lives than he can ever know...
DISCLAIMER!! Alex Rider and all that goes with him belong to Mr. Anthony Horowitz.
Touched, Chapter 1: Tom Harris
That boy is really a conundrum. I've been his very best mate for two years and yet I know so little about him. Less than a month ago, we were in Venice sipping grenitas. Less than a month ago, I found out he was a spy.
It would definitely explain why he was gone for so long, and all the bruises and scars. I was worried that something was going on, but of course he would never tell me before. Although, I wished he would stay more often, because the school bullies have been giving me all sorts of crap while he was away. I'm sounding selfish now, aren't I?
The last time I saw him was also less than a month ago, after my brother Jerry and I had successfully helped him BASE jump into God-knows-what. I remember when we were up there, standing on that cliff overlooking Constanza, er, Consanto, Alex looked so different. So much older for some reason. He had seen too much, I guessed. Things that people shouldn't see.
"Break a leg, or rather, don't." I remember saying just before he jumped. I was trying to lighten the mood, I guess. I never like things to be serious for too long. I wish I could've at least said goodbye to him. I mean, he's been my best friend since I've been going to that bloody Brookland School!
Me and Jerry watched him the whole time, and even after that to see if we could spot an ant leaving the building. I remember the terror that struck through me when the building just flat out exploded. With Alex in it.
My fears quelled as I was able to spot a tiny car leaving the facility. Somehow, I just knew Alex was in it. He just wasn't stupid enough to die in an explosion. If it were me, that would be different, but this was Alex Rider. He passes Chemistry with flying colors for heaven's sake!
I still couldn't help but think about what fate had decided for him. I hadn't seen him back at our apartment. Even at the beautiful beaches (where I got a not so beautiful sunburn), I wondered what sort of crap Alex had gotten himself into.
After the whole disappearance thing, it was totally surreal when he called us. I remember what he had said, how he was going to come back to school after a bit, how we would be paid for Jerry's equipment. It was Alex's voice, but it, sort of, wasn't his voice. He sounded off. Upset about something. And when I asked him about it he said goodbye and hung up.
After that, I had no idea what had happened to him. I had been hoping he would be back for the first day of school, but I was expecting no news from him at all. I was actually overjoyed to hear something about him in the school announcements.
Alex Rider had been stricken with appendicitis before school had begun. As such, we would be writing him letters to wish him a happy recovering and bla, bla, bla.
I was just relieved that the idiot had survived! Appendicitis? Nonsense. Well, it would be a shame if Old Alex was reading letters all by his lonesome and found that every child in Brookland had written him a letter, except for his very own best mate.
Short, sweet and to the point. I smiled to myself. I knew exactly what to say. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote:
They told us it's appendercitis, but I bet it isn't.
Get well soon anyway.
BONUS!! Jerry Harris
Whoever Tom's friend is, MI6 spy or not, give the boy my compliments. It takes real gut, brains, and maybe just a dash of insanity to get into a place like Consanto. Tom wouldn't have survived a second. And to get out of a place like that alive? Now that takes skill. Alex even had the sense to call us after the whole factory went kablooey. And that's my kind of friend who gives you a check of massive amounts just for accidentally scorching your BASE jumping equipment. Whoever Alex is, I don't really care, he's friends with my brother and that's all that matters. What I want to know is if this kid is interested in BASE jumping the Golden Gate with us...
A/N: Well how was that? Please review. I plan on doing several others, including Yassen, Jack, Mrs. Jones, Wolf, Paul Drevin, Sabina, and other secondary characters whose lives have been touched by Alex's. Not all of them will be this long, mind you. And not all will have bonus chapters/sections/things. Some of them will though. Yassen Gregorovich is chapter two! Stay alert for the update. Should be within 24 hours... if I get a review...REVIEW!
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