Yay I'm back with a new fic! What can I say? I was inspired. Now I know there have been a couple of started attmepts at a 'reading the books' in this fandom but none seem to be finished. So I guess I'll start off by saying that I'll never abandon this story. It's not my style. I may not update for a while but what can you do? That's life. I do happen to have the next chapter almost done though so I should be able to put it up soon.

Disclaimer: New story, ah, and with that comes the stupid need to point out the fact that I DO NOT and will NEVER own Alex Rider. I know, you're all crying on the inside.

Helen Rider was smiling. She was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the popcorn to finish popping.

From her spot she had a clear view of John and Ian fighting for the TV remote.

She could picture them doing the same as children, so lost in the chase that the purpose, actually watching the television, became lost.

She placed her hand across her belly, wondering what her child, almost 8 months conceived, would be like.

Ding!

She grabbed the popcorn and walked into the living room, placing it on the small coffee table.

She effectively ended the boys' 'epic' battle by snatching the remote and pushing them to opposites ends of the couch, then plopping in between them.

"Since you boys obviously can't handle it I've decided we're watching what I want." She stated and then proceeded to put on a sappy romance movie.

They both groaned and began to voice complaints that she stifled with, "Too bad. You should have thought of that earlier."

So, with remote securely in one hand and popcorn bowl in the other, she leaned back against her husband's chest, studiously ignoring the silent argument he was having with Ian over her head.

An hour into the movie both Ian and John were fast asleep and the slow rise and fall of John's breathing was coaxing Helen into the same state.

Just as her eyes slid shut the doorbell rang, making them all start. After assessing that the noise was not a threat Ian let his head fall back onto the couch.

"John, go get the door." He mumbled, closing his eyes yet again. Helen looked at the clock, which showed the time to be exactly midnight.

"Who's coming this late?" She wondered aloud.

"I don't know." John said as he extracted himself from under her and walked tot the door, whacking the sleeping Ian over the head as he passed.

"Hey!" Came the half-hearted protest.

"Oh, go back to sleep." John replied as he opened the door.

No one.

Senses on edge, he scanned the area.

Nothing.

Looking down at the doorstep he found a stack of books with a single, folded sheet of paper on top.

Cautiously, he knelt next to it, searching for traps.

Finding none he hesitantly picked up the stack and carried it inside.

Helen was sitting up, rubbing her tired face, her wavy brown hair falling in a beautiful mess past her shoulders.

Ian appeared to be lost to dreams but when John set the books on the table with a heavy thump he quickly sat up.

"What are those?" Helen questioned, dark brown eyes alight with curiosity as she leaned forward.

John regained his spot next to her before opening the paper and reading aloud.

"I thought you might find these interesting. Sadly, everything in these books is (or will be) true. Happy reading!

Sincerely your old (literally) friend,

S

"Wait, so we're going to read these? Whose S?"

John glanced at Ian, hoping he'd come to the same conclusion, but found him staring at the cover of the book he'd obviously taken from the top of the pile.

"What is it?" John asked, almost afraid of the answer.

Ian ignored the question, instead turning to Helen. "What were you planning on naming the baby?" He asked, voice tight.

Helen was taken aback. "Um… Alexander, Alex for short. But you know that."

Ian's eyes widened.

"Is there something wrong with it?" Helen continued hesitantly, looking as if worried for Ian's sanity.

Wordlessly, he handed her the book clutched in his hand and pointed at the title.

Helen took it and when she gasped John leaned over her shoulder to read "Alex Rider: Stormbreaker."

They continued to stare at it.

"I'm not going to try and pretend this is a coincidence." John said, reaching over and gently wresting it from Helen's tight grip.

Following a sort of instinct he flipped to the copyright page.

His hunch about the sender was obviously right as instead of the normal copyright information things like 'Smither's Inc.' riddled the page, along with a basic MI6 code that John quickly deciphered.

P.S. This is not a joke, the publish date is the year these events occurred. No it is not a typo. And yes, I'm sure. Quite positive.

S

Apprehensive John looked at the date, and almost choked on his own saliva.

"2000!"

Ian and Helen both sent him bewildered looks.

"What's in this book happens in 2000, 14 years from now."

"Holy S**t!" Ian whispered.

Helen looked incredulous. "How is that possible?"

"Smithers." Was John's only reply, not clearing Helen's confusion but placing a look of comprehension on Ian's face.

"Wow, the next time he tells me that he's going to invent time travel I promise not to laugh at him." Ian said, still appearing stunned.

Helen was not convinced. "You believe this book is really from the future?"

John cleared his throat. "There's only one way to find out. I'll start reading."

Ian looked excited at the possibilities while Helen rolled her eyes but didn't say anything, sinking into the couch.

"Ok, chapter one. Funeral Voices."

For now those three will be the only ones but I will add in more. Not sure who, Yassen, Ash, Smithers, etc? Maybe I'll do a poll later. Anyway, REVIEW!