AN:I have been reading some really good AR fanfics lately. I haven't seen them done the way yet, so here it goes!

Post-Crocodile Tears

Thanks to my Wonderful Beta Reader, Marie Elaine Cullen.

Disclaimer: I am not a British man, therefore there is no worldly way I can be Anthony Horowitz.

From Spy to Soldier

"Just let me do it!" Alex glared at the two heads of the MI6.

Jones and Blunt exchanged glances.

"Alex. Why would you want to join the SAS?" Jones asked. This was out of the blue.

Alex thought for a moment. "Well, Tulip, I am eighteen now, what good can I do that others can't?" He stared at them. They were trapped. He wasn't a little kid anymore, where he could easily be overlooked. No, Alex was a man now, with thick muscles rippling all over his body. Blunt had reached his decision. "Fine. You may enter to be eligible. They will not be briefed of your coming. You will be another trainee. But, be prepared. We may pull you out at any time to go on a mission. Consider this extra training." A ghost of a smile was on the man's lips, but as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. He was all business again. "Dismissed."

Alex walked out of the bank feeling free. No more missions constantly thrown at him. Maybe he would have time to heal all his injuries. 'Oh wait,' he thought sarcastically, 'I'll get even more!' With that, he walked down the street.

***

"Sabina, I'm home!" Alex yelled once he crossed the threshold, a smile on his face. Sabina came around the corner, her dark hair swaying behind her. Seeing his smile, she smiled too.

"They're letting you do it?" She looked up at him hopefully. She preferred the SAS to MI6, because at least she knew he had a higher chance to live. That he would come home. She beamed. Now, she wouldn't have to worry as much.

"Yes!" Alex swept her up in the air. He gave her a long kiss, but then pulled back, remembering something.

"What is it Alex?" Sabina asked, slightly worried.

"I leave tomorrow." Alex looked into her sad eyes. It killed him to see her this way, but he had no choice. " I need to call Tom and pack."

"Here, Alex, I'll start your packing. You go and tell Tom." She kissed him one last time and walked off to his room. Meanwhile Alex picked up his 'work' phone, and called Tom.

"Yo, Alex, what's up?"Tom answered, always giddy. How in the world did he expect to survive this?

"Hey Tom! So are you serious about going to the camp with me? My company said I could go." Alex hoped Tom would get the message.

"Yes Al, I am still going. I want to do something with my life! I mean look at what you do! I can't live up to that, but I want to get up there." Tom has decided he was going to either be a great SAS soldier or a high ranking MI6 agent. Alex had already achieved one of these. He was now going for the other, and bringing Tom with him. They were going to make SAS history... Alex had, of course already made SAS history by being the youngest person ever trained at a SAS camp, but he digressed... "So, are you picking me up tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, Tom. Bright and early. Now get packed." With that Alex disconnected the call. He walked up the stairs to help Sab pack.

***

Alex slung his rucksack over his shoulder. Time to leave. He wouldn't see his Sabina for months. A tear rolled down his cheek at the thought. He stared down at her sleeping form, her hair splayed all over, and a nightgown on. She was beautiful. He nudged her, and when she was coherent enough, he whispered,"I love you Sab." Then, he walked out of the house and got into his car, never looking back once.

He reached Tom's house in a matter of minutes. Alex, with MI6's permission, had given Tom one of his many pieces of land. Alex honked his horn and Tom came running out of the house a mess, with his rucksack slung over his shoulder, hair stuck up all over the place, and his pants sagging. I mean, he was a teenager. Alex on the other hand was all neat, hair combed back the best he could with his mane, and his pants were, well, pulled up. Alex shot an amused glance at his frantic friend.

Once Tom had managed to get into the car (which took the better part of fifteen minutes), they drove off. Alex never thought he would drive to Brecon Beacons willfully, but the time had come. He only had hours with Tom to be carefree, before the SAS made them buckle down and be serious.

With that, he rolled down his windows and turned up his stereo that Smithers had modified. Smithers had made it that, if you turned the volume full blast, the whole car will vibrate and could be heard from miles around. He turned up, "Born to Be Wild", and both of them put their sunglasses on and drove on to Wales. To Brecon Beacons. To the place that was a living hell for Alex in the past. He must've been insane to go back..