Hey, Just a note here real quick...

Iggy: Just post the story already!

Me: NO! Go cuddle with Fang.

Fang: -glares at me-

Iggy:-glares at me-

Alex: You might want to post now, before they start fighting...

Me: One second.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alex Rider, Fang or Iggy. I do own my brain, I think, and I made this up, so this is mine! NO TAKIE!

Chapter 1

No POV

Alex was back at MI6. Another debriefing. Another day's work as the only teenage spy.

"Now, Alex, you have another task. This should me a little more fun for you." Mrs. Jones said. The woman was sitting across from him, Mr. Blunt next to her. "You will be babysitting."

Alex raised an eyebrow and slouched in his chair. "Oh?" He said. A smile tugged at his lips.

"Yes, babysitting. And you will have to watch three peers, a twelve year old, an eight year old, and a seven year old. They will be at your hotel room. Number 612 on floor three of the Hampton." Mr. Blunt said.

"Here are the kids you will be watching." Mrs. Jones handed Alex the folder.

"You must be wary of the six year old, eight year old and the red-headed fourteen year old." Mrs. Jones said. "Now, Smithers has been dying to see you."

Alex rose from his chair and walked over to the door. "Okay." He walked out quietly, and the door shut itself. Off to Smithers.

"Alex! You are well?" Smithers asked standing. Alex nodded and smiled at the plump man. He was just so well-tempered, you just couldn't be grumpy. "Good, good. Now, here are your gadgets." He pulled out a dog bone.

"Um, Smithers, I'm babysitting. Why would I need a dog bone?" Alex asked. Smithers patted him on the shoulder.

"They have a dog, my boy. Now, the bone, it is a tracking device. Handy in case the dog looses it, or takes it with him and gets lost." He pulled out a gameboy. "This I'm sure you're familiar with. It has four cartridges. This one, the Pokemon game, is just a game. Handy in case the eight-year-old gets bored. This one, the Serpent Safari is a tacking unit, too. Now, this one, the Black Hole, is special, if you press L and R with it in you can choose functions like mini bomb or a shield." Smithers handed Alex the gadgets and a gameboy carrying case. "Oh! I have one more. This is a special gadget." Smithers held out a stuffed dragon. "This puppy can help a kid get to sleep instantly if they squeeze it hard enough."

"Thank you, Smithers." Alex said. He was careful with the sleepy-time dragon as he walked out onto the streets of London. He soon reached the hotel without incident and got the cardkey from the receptionist.

As he was walking down the hallway, he heard a commotion. From room 612. Fearing the worst, Alex slid the cardkey into the reader. The door unlocked and Alex walked in.

There were the six kids he was supposed to watch. There was an older boy sitting in an armchair near the TV. There was an older girl sprawled out on the bed. The red-head had his back to the door, fiddling with something. The twelve-year-old was arguing with the eight-year-old and the seven-year-old about something on the TV. There was a dog on top of the TV, sleeping.

The older girl had blondish brown hair and brown eyes, like Alex's own, and she seemed to be in charge.

"Angel, Nudge and Gazzy! For the trillionth time, shut up!" She snapped. The younger girl smiled innocently at her. She turned to me. "Hi. I'm Max. Welcome to the nuthouse."

Alex POV

"Who are you?" The red-head asked looking in my direction. You could tell he was blind, but he knew where you were.

"I'm Alex Rider. Nice to meet you." I held my hand out to Max, but she just glared at me. The kid in the chair smiled and got up.

"Iggy," Max pointed to the red-head. "Fang," He nodded over toward the now standing dark figure. "Nudge," She said pointing to the middle girl. "Gazzy," She said pointing to the blond boy. "Angel," Max's voice softened up a bit and she tapped the youngest on the head.

"Why are you here? Are you babysitting us? You have a funny accent. Where are you from? How old are you? What's with the stuffed dra--" Gazzy clapped his hand over Nudge's mouth.

I sighed. "I'm babysitting you, yes. I have a funny accent because I'm a London native. I'm fifteen, and the dragon is for whoever has problems sleeping." I said quickly. Fang raised an eyebrow, and Max smiled.

"Good job already." She said and whispered something to Angel. Angel said something back, and Max nodded.

"Please tell me you have money for pizza." Iggy said with a hopeful look on his face. I nodded.

"I have sixty dollars." I said. "But I think we'll only need about thirty." I said pulling out my wallet. Iggy snorted.

"You'll need all sixty." He leaned in close. "We each could eat a pizza. Angel could empty out a buffet, alone."

I choked on my breath. "A pizza each?" I asked incredulous.

Iggy nodded, "We need from three-thousand to four-thousand calories, a day." He said.

"Why?!"

"We're special. Now I'll have one meat-lovers with mushrooms."

Max POV

"He isn't evil, but…" Angel said.

"Monitor him." I said stepping over Nudge to get Total off the TV. He almost began to complain, but I wrapped a hand around his muzzle, loose, but not loose enough for him to talk. I spun around so he could see Alex, the laid him on the bed. He walked in a circle then laid down.

Angel, broadcast please. I asked Angel in my head. I saw her nod and felt five other minds. Hey, guys no tell about wings. Only small things, on a need-to-know basis only, like our crazy metabolism. Especially if he wants to order food in. And no bombs Gazzy or Iggy. We want the hotel in one piece when we leave, not a quadrillion. No powers, like invisibility, fart-bomb, magnet, or shape-shifting. And Ig, no yelling out colors when you touch something 'kay? Theyall nodded at different times as to not look conspicuous. I smiled.

"Please tell me you have money for pizza," Iggy said holding his stomach.

"I have sixty dollars." Alex said, "But I think we'll need to use only thirty." He pulled out his wallet. Iggy snorted.

"You'll need all sixty." He said as he tilted in closer to Alex and whispered something.

Alex made a choking sound. "A pizza each?!" He looked incredulous. Iggy nodded.

"We need about three thousand to four thousand calories a day." He said as Alex looked stupefied.

"Why!?"

"Because we're special. Now, I'll have one meat-lovers with mushrooms."

"I want a supreme pizza!" Gazzy piped up. "With extra pineapple!" I groaned.

"Unless you want to sleep outside, you get no peppers."

Gazzy POV

We all sat on the bed eating out of our pizza boxes. I just loved supreme pizza, but last time I had it I had farted for hours on end, so Max won't let me order it anymore…

Fang was trying not to blend in with the floor, Max was trying to stay calm, Angel was spaced out and tired looking, Nudge was quiet (which is really odd), and Iggy kept asking Alex stuff.

I finished my last piece of pizza and flopped down in the recliner. Fang followed me away from Alex and sat in front of my chair.

"You like him?" Fang asked. I shrugged.

"He's okay, I guess. He's a little weird though." I said and flipped through the channels.

"I think he's hiding something." Fang said gravely.

So...How was it?

Fang: I like how I have to end the chapter. With a gravely voice. Pfff.

Iggy: I liked it. I'm even more obnoxious than I thought.

Alex: I'm clueless? About what?

Me, Iggy and Fang: -groan-

Iggy:-snaps out wings-These you nincompoop! Fang and I, and the rest of the Flock have wings!

Alex: Ohhhhhhhh......Wait what?

Me: Just R&R. It'll make Alex smarter. (Hopefully)

:D:D:D:D XD