AN: This idea came to me while I was playing bingo.. as crazy as that sounds. It's all finished and has too many chapters.. I'll put it up now and hop that you'll all like it. It will be my FIRST multi-chapter story that I have completed. It's not yet betaed but will be. Tell me how you like it.

Inspiration came from songs. The song that was the inspiration for the chapter is the chapter name so you'll see then :)

Chapter 1: A place for my Head

Summary: Alex gets a mission from Blunt.

Warnings: Blackmail

"I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night

Shining with the light from the sun

The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming

The moon's going to owe it one

It makes me think of how you act to me you do

Favors and then rapidly you just

Turn around and start asking me about

Things you want back from me

I'm sick of the tension

Sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place to feed your greed

While I find a place to rest"

He had been called to the Royal and General once again. Now 16 and so close to finally getting free of them he wasn't sure if he was any use of them anymore. He still had the innocent schoolboy look in a way, but it didn't help that much when most of the criminal underworld knew him.

He was lead to the office my Mrs. Jones, Vice-leader of MI6. It was almost comical how the things were led in MI6. Blunt took care of all the briefings and observed the agents. He also made most of the tough calls.

Jones on the other hand took care of the more.. Personal matters. he tried to protect the more inexperienced agents and tried to be a mother to all. He was protective of Alex in particular but that had not made the blackmail that they enforced on him any better.

Jones could influence most things, but Alex wasn't one of these things. Blunt usually didn't pull a rank on Jones but in Alex's case this was the way matters were more often than not, and so Alex was forced to go on missions that any person with any sense of anything would have said no to.

"Hello Alex." Blunt said bluntly when they reached the office and everyone were seated.

"I have told you time and time again that I don't want to have anything to do with you lot. You said and I quote - once. I have done more missions to you than any other agent in the past year and seriously - how am I going to get pass by my GSCE's if I'm never at school?"

"There are few things that you are forgetting Alex. We can take Jack's visa away and export hr back to America. If this doesn't face you then perhaps we will burn you. After all, if you are not doing anything for us, it would do us no good keeping you safe from SCORPIA and the rest of the people you have angered." Blunt said.

"So once again I have no choice. I have no interest in being burned. Fine - What do I have to do?"

"We have a mission for you. I want you to go to Iraq. We have a mole there I suspect and we need you to weed this mole out before all our strategies are exposed to the terrorists."

"Do I need to learn something specific? What about my cover?"

"Brush up your skills of arabic and medical skills. We have you a license for working in medical areas so there shouldn't be any problems there. You will be a field doctor. Smither will give you your supplies and alter your appearance so that you'll look older."

"When do I leave?"

"In a week." And so the session with Blunt and Jones was over. He went to see Smithers and like Blunt had said he got all the materials he needed from him. He had appointment in with him just the day before he left to change his appearance.

"I want to be in another place

I hate when you say you don't understand

You'll see it's not meant to be

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy

A place for my head"

"I'm leaving to Iraq in a week." Alex said to Jack as he had came back from seeing Smithers.

"Oh Alex! You shouldn't let them give you these missions." Jack said.

"It's not like I have that much of a choice. They threatened that if I don't go they'll burn me. And that would be more fatal than anything a mission can throw at me. Besides it isn't like I haven't gone through it all.. I was almost dissected, swam with a shark, were in space and so on." Alex said in a flippant tone of voice.

"I understand Alex, but still to Iraq - the nerve of them!" Jack continued passionately.

"Maybe someday I'll be just like you and

Step on people like you do

And run away all the people I thought I knew

I remember back then who you were

You used to be calm used to be strong

Used to be generous but you should've known that you'd

Wear out your welcome now you see

How quiet it is all alone I'm so

Sick of the tension sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place to feed your greed

While I find a place to rest I'm so

Sick of the tension sick of the hunger

Sick of you acting like I owe you this

Find another place to feed your greed

While I find a place to rest"

Alex had done what he was supposed to - brushed up his skills in medicine and arabic. He was linguist in a way - after all he knew many languages - Russian, he had learned in a memory of Yassen who had died in the Air Force situation, English for obvious reasons, Germany was a hobby he's late uncle had made him take up. Then there was Spanish and France. He also knew Japanese.

He was now on his way to see Smithers before leaving with the NATO team towards Iraq. It would be a tough situation in there - he knew. After all in the news already it seemed like hell. What would happen when he actually got there was a mystery to him.

"I want to be in another place

I hate when you say you don't understand

You'll see it's not meant to be

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy

A place for my head"

Smithers completely transformed him. There was nothing of the Alex that anyone could recognize in his image now. He had long black hair, silvery blue eyes and very pale skin. He also had a slight beard. (Think about three musketeers and D'artagan, Iron Mask version - but younger.)

His medical supplies were already in the plane waiting for him with the soldiers. he also was a soldier as far as NATO was concerned - a field medic like Snake was. It would be strange to see K-Unit again - but they were his "back-up" and as such were his mates.

The SAS had also given him a new code name - Scorpion. It would seem to the others that he had trained with the SAS and hopefully no one would question the fact that they didn't remember any scorpions from the camp.

Finally after few hours he was boarding to the plane. After two years he had finally gotten the muscle mass and height of an adult. He was lucky in that regard that his growth spurt had so conveniently just came and had left him with Yassen's structure and hight.

He boarded the military plane that waited him and found his old unit speaking about the operation in Iraq.

"Hello there, who are you?" Eagle asked with a friendly voice.

"Is it not common curtesy to first introduce yourself? I am Scorpion - Field Medic."

"Aah.. Sorry. I'm Eagle - tactical sharp-shooter, that's Snake - our medic, Wolf our unit-leader and this is Puma our MA specialist." Eagle continued.

"Nice to meet you." Alex - Now Scorpion said.

"I want to be in another place

I hate when you say you don't understand

You'll see it's not meant to be

I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy

A place for my head"

After landing in Iraq the team immediately went where they were supposed to. Alex to the Field Medical center that hopefully would have a person who wanted to spill his guts to him.

AN: Now heres the first chapter. Like always, I own nothing.. But the plot. R&R doesn't mean Read and Run - it means Read and Review. So do so and tell me what do you think? Is the rest of it even worth publishing?

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