Jack, Ian and Alex story. I read some but I thought there were way too less so I wrote this story to just add a little more to the list. I hope you like it. This story is just a story with random oneshots of when Alex was smaller, vulnerable and innocent. Imagine an Alex sleeping with his knees in his stomach, all curled up, while sucking his thumb. Adorable.

Jack had come from America to study and get a degree so as to get a good job but she had no money to buy herself a house and have food as well. To make life easier she decided to get a job to take care of a little boy. The man's name was Ian and his son was 7 years old. She had plenty of practice with infants but never with 7 year old kids but she desperately needed the money so she accepted.

Jack hurried out of her room grabbing the keys as she ran by the hallway. As usual Jack was late. Although she always woke up fairly early while she was in University/College to at least try and make it to her classes, this was a completely different matter. Jack having only just transferred from the States to England was still seriously jet lagged. Getting ready for her first day at work (if you could call it work) was hard enough with jet lag and was made even harder when her scrambled eggs had become toast. Having always had someone cook her food, Jack had not even tried to make a meal even if it did only contain eggs and toast.

Throwing the burned eggs away she grabbed a piece of toast and shoved in her mouth fast, struggling to chew and not choke. She wanted to make a good first impression so badly she had even gone to the trouble of trying to tame her flaming red hair. She was desperate for the job as she doubted anyone would get a young American like herself to protect their child while they were away. She was a very disorganized person and that adding to her temper which definitely matched her red hair and American status didn't help her chances. Although she needed the job badly she didn't want to lie on the application so she had even written that she was disorganized on her application not that it mattered. This man, Ian, didn't even glance at her personality reports or her university degrees but concentrated mostly on her ability to drive and her defence. It looked to Jack that he cared more about her jail records (none in her case) than about what kind of person was taking care of his son. She didn't point this out as all she wanted was a simple job. She hadn't actually met the man or his son. She didn't even know the child's name. It had all been settled over a simple phone call and she could remember it well.

"Good Evening"

"Oh um... hi, I'm uh…Jack and I read you wanted a babysitter on the daily newspaper and I'd like to apply for the job."

"What is your name and where are you from?"

"I'm Jack Starbright and I'm from America."

"Okay, I'm Ian. I'm in a rush right now and I have a business meeting so could I just have your application sent to me and then come for work at around 9am next Tuesday. My address is obviously on that newspaper article."

"Okay that's fine. I'll see you there."

It was Tuesday now and remembering the phone call she realized just how rushed Ian was. The more Jack thought about the man and how he did business the more she liked it, business-like and straight to the point. She could learn a thing or two from him

Looking at the clock in her rusty apartment she found that she had about 15 minutes to get to his house. She ran out of the house and into the car in a hurry.

Keeping her eyes on the road, Jack thought of all the different ways she could start their conversation. Maybe she could get to know what the boy's name is or how the boy behaved. He sounded oddly relieved when he called back to tell her that she had gotten the job. It was as if he just wanted a babysitter and didn't care who she was. She hoped that the boy wasn't too naughty and that's why he was like that because no-one wanted to baby-sit him.

Thinking over this she began to feel more worried about how this first meeting would go and as she closed in on the house she was feeling slightly sick. How was the boy going to be about a baby sitter? Will she like the boy? Will this Ian guy give her the okay or sack her?

With these questions in her head she walked towards the front door. Before she could knock on the door, it opened. Holding the door open was a man in a all-black business suit. He gave her a questioning look.

"Um hi, I'm Jack. You know the new babysitter," Jack said worriedly.

"Oh the new babysitter! Come in. Alex is in the kitchen and it will be very helpful if you could babysit him today, unless you've got other plans," he said quickly.

"No I've got no plans," she said as she walked into the house, "Wow, you've got a beautiful house and I'm guessing this Alex is your son."

"Thank you but Alex is not my son. He's my nephew. His parents got killed in a plane crash when he was one and has been living with me ever since. I think it would be best for you to meet him now just before I go." He said.

"Alex, would you come here," he called then he turned to Jack, "I'll just leave and we can see later how you two get on because I've got a really urgent meeting."

He paused briefly flicked a smile in Jack's direction and a 'see you tonight' in the direction of the kitchen and went out of the house.

Jack's first thought was that this man was very rushed in person just like on the phone but let it pass as she thought that he was a just a very private man.

Before she could assume anything else a little boy with dirty blond hair walked into the room shyly and stood in the shadows by the door. Jack immediately knew it was Alex as he stared at her like most children would look at their new babysitter. A death glare.

"Uh… hello you must be Alex," she said awkwardly wishing that Alex's father…uncle had not left her before she even got to know this Alex.

"Yes and you're my new babysitter. I don't need a babysitter. I'm seven," he replied huffily.

"Yes but Alex you're dad only wants you to be safe. I mean if a big thief came along would you be able to defend yourself?" she asked soothingly.

"Yes, I learn karate, I'm a black belt and Ian's not my dad," was Alex simple reply.

"Oh right I forgot. Well I'm glad you need a babysitter because without this job I won't have enough money to live on. I'm already in debt." She said rambling on, knowing that the boy didn't understand her. Then waking out of her depressed thoughts she spoke again. "Well what do you want for breakfast? I think you should eat now or you dad I mean uncle will get angry at me for not feeding you."

He pulled a face at the words "feeding you" but simply led Jack to the kitchen in silence. Then he spoke.

"You can always stay here because I can convince Ian cause he's always goin' away and that would mean I get to spen' time with someone and that you won't be in debt anymore," he babbled.

"Oh that's sweet but I don't think that could happen but I tell you what, because I can't cook now and make you pancakes, I'll learn to cook. Today you have some cereal," she said taking cereal out of the cupboard.

"Ian says that pancakes are bad for you," Alex said abruptly.

"Well that's cause Ian probably can't cook and so he has to live on food like takeaway. Now I'm here I'll learn to cook 10 minute food and you can tell me exactly what you did and said in karate at your last lesson." She said ruffling his hair.

He ducked out of her grip and smiled cheekily.

"Okay I started with こんにちは、マスター。 我々が今日何をしていますか-."

"English please."

"Well you told me to say exactly what I said and Ian forbade me to talk in any other language than Japanese so I can improve my language skills," he said innocently… a little too innocently.

"You annoying little-"

At the end of the day, Jack thought that her meeting with Alex had gone pretty well. Alex was one odd little boy but not in a bad way. Sometimes he acted his own age and was absolutely adorable especially when he fell asleep sucking his thumb but sometime he acted older as he listened quietly to Jack's rambling about how Ian was a bad caretaker. All in all she was very glad that she had taken up this job but sadly the meeting the next day with Ian was something she would have loved to have not taken up.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue because I just wrote this for fun because I felt like it after I read "open you present, Ian." I hope you like it although it was very random. I think there will be more random oneshots of when Alex was younger. It was fun writing this.