Disclaimer: I am a 17 year old girl, so no I do not own Alex Rider.

I might eventually make this a crossover but I don't know what with, maybe the mentalist, or ncis, and who knows maybe even gossip girl. We can cross that bridge when we come to it.

Alex has moved to California with Sabina and is a junior at bayview highschool. This is set after scorpia rising.

In this story Fox aka Ben Daniels returns to the SAS in K-Unit. This chapter is from Alex's POV but I will try next chapter for sure will be someone from K-Unit's POV.

Chapter 1

Alex had finally gotten into a normal routine with the Pleasures, he had left spying behind; he went to school, hung out with a few mates he had made, and was even starting to relax. He was considered "hot" by any girls standards with his shaggy blonde hair and his deep mysterious brown eyes, but also his tall and broad frame making him about 6ft.

It was a Thursday and he was sitting in his 3rd block class, algebra II, trying to ignore the babbling of the other students and the teacher drowning on and on about some theorem or something.

Truthfully he hadn't been listening to a word any of his teachers said having already gotten a college degree in Chemistry, Physics, Calculus, History, Computer Engineering, and even one on Art and Photography thanks to MI6 for the private tutors and the year Alex took off before moving in with the Pleasures. Tom thought he was crazy for not leaving right when he had the chance but he wanted to catch up with school, and didn't want to leave Tom when his parents were fighting.

Blunt was forced to resign when the prime minister and the MI5 director found out about them using him, and Jones became Director. Jones agreed not to use him anymore and to pay for his tutoring since he had more than earned it.

"Rider. Rider! What is the answer to this problem?" Mr. Bright asked shaking him from his thoughts.

"y = 3x – 16" I reply barely glancing at the board. My barely thought out but correct answer seemed to surprise him because he looked like a fish out of water gaping at the apparent ease of these problems. He called on me many times since my first week when I easily solved an equation that stumped the rest of my class, attempting to catch me off guard but he never could.

Riiiiiing riiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnng the bell dismissed us from our class and as we leave an announcement comes over the loudspeaker tell all the 11th graders to go to the assembly hall. I walk with Nate, a brunette guy that is just a couple inches taller than me with broader shoulders, and Abby a tomboy a head shorter than me with unruly brown hair and a deep tan.

When we get to the assembly hall, I look around a notice 9 strong muscular men in army fatigues, 4 of which looked very familiar. What are they doing here? In America of all places? I glance and see the girls almost melting in their seats and talking in hushed whispers trying to guess why they are here. When the last student finally rushes in a short muscular man with a medium tan stands up and clears his throat. Immediately the whisperers stop talking giving their attention to the man with the strong aura of power.

" hello, I am sargent Matthews from the Navy Seals base in Baja. We are doing a joint training program with the elite British Special Air Services or commonly called the SAS. Your grade has been selected to spend a month at the Baja base training with us, some other units and the visiting unit from the SAS, K-Unit. Permission forms have already been sent home and your parents have all given their approval for you to go. We will meet at 6:00 Saturday morning to begin the journey to the base. No electronics are allowed, if there is an emergency you can ask the sargent." At this the girls are gasping, no phones! What torture is this!?

One girl, Jennie I think, raises her hand and asks, " What about my hair dryer? And my flat iron? Are those allowed?" Sargent Matthews replies with a hint of sarcasm, "There are no outlets in the bunks where y'all are staying or the bath houses, but you are welcome to bring them to use as a paperweight. Any more questions? Anyone? Ok then I think this concludes our presentation."

The soldiers start to leave and as soon as they left the stage a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair takes the stage, Principle Johnson. "isn't that a treat, y'all get the opportunity to experience training with both America and Britain's most elite soldiers. I expect every one of you to be on your best behavior for these men. Lets show them what Bayview High is made of!" is this a speech or a pep talk Alex is thinking. How am I going to avoid K-Unit for a whole month and hide my 'exceptional' talents, I'm not being cocky, because face it my talents are mind blowing. I hope I don't slip up mess up my cover.

Ok this is my first fanfic so comments and both positive and negative feedback are appreciated. I am also very busy with school right now so I am not sure how often I would be able to update but if yall like it then I will try my best to update as soon as I can. I would love to hear yalls ideas about where yall think this story should go.