Okay I am not gone make this long. Just wanted to say I have rewritten some parts in my story, so for those who have read it before, might want to go back and reread.

Disclaimer: As we all know, I do not own Alex, Yassen; sight- Well we all cannot get what we want.

Other than that~ Read and Enjoy

Dark Nights:

I was a little confused I'll admit, but for real it's not every day a contract killer will come up and ring your door bell. Especially not one that is supposed to be dead; and it pisses me off that I was driven away from my home by said killer. It had started somewhere at night, Jack and I had been sitting in the living room watching one of the few movies that we had time for , when the door bell rang.

Alex just threw his popcorn at Jack, laughing at her expression as she surveyed the area. Popcorn was on the sofa, on the floor; hell, it was even in her hair and clothes. But she wasn't going to say anything about it because she was just happy that Alex was home again. His last mission had lasted 2 months, and by the time that the third day had passed in his absence she had been dead worried. But what scared her most was that this time when he came back his eyes were just a little more hooded, his shoulders a little more stiff, and his reflexes just a little more fast and accurate. The only way she could describe him was…dangerous. She hated to admit it, but she was afraid of Alex. She no longer knew what he could do.

He wasn't a young 14 year old going wild; he wasn't taking drugs or running with the wrong crowd. No, if it had been that Jack was sure she could have managed it. But Alex, this Alex in front of her, no matter how much he smiled it no longer reached his eyes. No, her Alex had been lost the day that Ian Rider had died; it had just taken her until now to realize it. It was first realized almost a year later how small of a grip she had on him, but she also knew that Alex wanted to be normal, and it was that one small wish that she knew she could grant him, that kept her going.

Jack tried to ask as few questions as possible about his missions, and she had completely given up on trying to get him out of working for MI6. That was a lost cause; Alex was too addicted to the danger and missions, but Jack did not know that. She still believed it was because of the blackmail that Alex worked for MI6; she didn't know that it was because Alex only saw black and white when he wasn't on one of his missions. He no longer wanted a normal life. He lived for the thrill of feeling adrenaline pumping threw his veins and the feeling of being so alive; he feed of it like a starved person.

But even so, Jack tried. She cooked for him, scolded him like a mother when he came back late because he had been out with friends, but most of all she loved him. She didn't hesitate to take Alex into her arms and hug him; all she wanted was for Alex to understand that she was there for him, and that she was never going to let him go.

At least that was what she promised herself, a promise that she had never thought she would break. Not until she met him.

The door bell rang, and Jack and Alex stared at each other, weighing their options on whether to open the door or not. Finally, Jack stood up. She realized that Alex wouldn't get the door no matter what; he had a feeling that it was MI6, and he wasn't ready to go back on a mission. Not yet anyway. If only for a few more hours he would like to be with Jack.

Alex heard Jack open the door, but he heard no greeting, or anything other than silence. His heart tightened, and fear rushed through him. Standing up he moved quickly towards the door. "Jack, who is it?"

Receiving no answer, Alex rounded the corner quickly to see what had happened. Seeing the picture that awaited him he stopped in his tracks. A slim man in his late twenties stood there, cold blue eyes surveying the house. Jack was staring at the man, shock written on her face. She didn't know this man, but a sudden fear filled her the moment she caught sight of him; fear that he would take something precious from her.

"Who are you?" she finally said, her voice cracking. She threw a quick glance at where Alex had stopped. His eyes were big, but no fear showed in them. The handsome man in front of her didn't look back at her again after he had caught sight of Alex. Both of them seemed to be stuck in some kind of world that Jack could never be able to reach.

"Alex." He didn't answer her call, so she repeated it. "Alex!"

He snapped out of it, and his eyes traveled to her. "Do you know him?" Jack continued. She could see Alex hesitating, deliberating whether to tell her or not, and somehow that made the anger flare up in her. Did he really trust her so little?

Finally Alex nodded, too stunned by the sudden appearance of the Russian assassin to say anything.

"Well, would you mind introducing me?" Jack snapped.

This time the man looked up at her, and a small smile; not a very nice one, but a smile never the less graced his handsome features.

"I'm sorry; it is bad manners on my part that we have not been introduced. My name is Yassen Gregorovich; I believe that you have heard of me before." Jack paled significantly at the mention of the man's name, her breath catching, and she forced herself to take big breaths calming herself before she took a couple of steps back. The man, now that she looked closer, seemed almost to radiate with some sort of cold air of death. But what the worst part was, was that for some reason it reminded her of Alex just a little.

He, this handsome man, was Yassen the assassin she had heard so much about. Her fear changed to confusion; what was he doing ringing their doorbell? Jumping, Jack looked around as Alex's hand fell on her shoulder, pushing her lightly away. It was an indication that Alex wanted her to leave the room. Weighing her options, Jack considered the pros and cons of each situation. She really didn't want to trust Alex in the room alone with an assassin, but she also knew that her standing there wasn't going to help the outcome. Leaving the room, she leaned against the wall to listen in.

"Yassen."

"Alex."

Jack rolled her eyes; what a boring greeting. She would have laughed if the atmosphere wasn't so dark.

"I see your doing better than since we last saw."

"What's with the sudden visit, no call to tell that you were coming first? Maybe you just wanted to spend Friday night with me; well that's too bad. I'm busy; go away. I don't like mixing work with my life at home." There was all of a sudden a loud bang as if someone hit a wall, and then a harsh hiss of something that sounded like a threat. But Jack didn't hear it; she was considering whether to pick up a kitchen knife and charge the man. Deciding against it, she went back to focus on the conversation.

"…Them, well I believe MI6 can handle that. For real it's their own problem that they were destroy…"

Another bang was heard; this one followed by a grunt and a low moan. She had to close her eyes and grit her teeth to stop herself from doing anything; her rash actions could get them killed. Leave it to Alex, she kept telling herself. But the realization of how helpless she was, made her shake in slight fear and embarrassment. How could she possibly believe she could do something to help Alex when she could not even make herself make a move to help him when she had the chance to do so.

"This is no time to be pushing your luck, Alex."

"Yea well, what bloody time is it then?" A sigh escaped one of them, whether it was Alex or Yassen she didn't know.

"Look, unless you want to die like the rest of your family did come with me, Alex. I at least have enough power to keep you safe. We both know that MI6 won't go out of their way to keep you alive. You might be important, but you are not important enough for them to spill government secrets to get you back."

The conversation went on, but Jack had stopped listening. Going back to the living room, she picked up the popcorn waiting for them to finish up.

It didn't take them long; after about 10 minutes Alex entered the living room. He leaned his body against the door frame as they stared at each other, both waiting for the other one to talk first.

"Jack," Alex started. He rubbed his face tiredly before continuing, his eyes roaming the room with an almost greedy expression. "I know I said I wasn't going to leave you. At least not now. Well things have come up and I… I need to leave."

"With Yassen?" Jack asked. He nodded, dropping his eyes to the floor.

"Yes, with Yassen."

"I won't allow it!" Alex's head snapped up to stare at Jack, who balled her fist tightly, glaring daggers.

"Alex, go pack, let me talk to Miss. Starbright." Yassen said. She could see the hesitant look in Alex's face, but after giving him a nod of assurance he left, trudging up the stairs.

"Jack Starbright." She glared at the assassin though she felt a tug of fear go through her. His eyes, it was all she could think of. They were empty eyes, but at the same time there was anger in them. They spoke all that really needed to be said, the man would take Alex whether she fought him or not.

"Why?" she whispered.

"It is for his own good. He has made enemies with strong people-"

"I know that! That's not what I want to know. I want to know why you are here!" she shrieked angrily, her hands flying as she tried gesturing her anger out. She met Yassen's eyes challengingly, but when she only got a low level stare back she dropped her eyes and sank into the couch; submissive and afraid.

"I'm here because I do not want Alex to die a senseless death. It would be a waste to the world to allow someone as talented as Alex to be killed, just because of other people's pride and their wish for revenge. That is why I am taking him. If I were you I would forget about Alex; he is not going to come back." Jack could only gape; horrified as what was going on sank in; this man was taking him. This man was taking her Alex... but as much as she felt hatred for him, she couldn't do anything. Or wouldn't. It will be better this way, she thought, I don't have the power to protect him. Never did and I never will.

She didn't hear him when he came in. One moment he was a floor away, the next he was sitting on the couch's arm, resting his hand on her shoulder. She stared at the small smile that was on his lips. She tried to do the same but failed.

Alex stood up, walking out of the room; not a word of good bye, not so much as I'll miss you... Her arms flared; she wanted to hug him, to say good bye, touch him again, and tell him it was going to be okay. Shooting up from her seat, Jack ran for the door.

"Wait, Alex!" Jack called, but it was too late. The door closed behind them and all she saw was the back, the back of a boy, a stranger, someone she knew not. Her body shook and tears spilled out of her eyes. The world was crashing. "Be safe." She whimpered, her words lost in the wind and only for her to hear. She didn't stand there long, only long enough to see the car disappear around the corner, before going up stairs to pack. Jack had decided it was time to finally go back to America and this time for good.

"What are you thinking of?"

Alex turned from the window in the Ferrari and looked at Yassen. The man's shoulders were tense; almost like he was expecting an attack or something along those lines. The thought made Alex chuckle; he was surprised at his own ease around the assassin. But then he shrugged it off as him just going into shock from leaving Jack. His face grew serious once again and he looked intently upon Yassen.

"Did you mean what you said to Jack?" Yassen raised an eyebrow, but other than that kept his eyes on the road. "Am I never coming back?" However, even though he phrased it as a question, he already knew it was the truth; he did not need to ask.

"Eavesdropping is a bad habit of yours, Alex. Where we are going it is best to keep away from doing such things. You will end up getting caught up in things that are none of your business. And yes, you are never coming back. I am taking you somewhere very special, Alex."

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