Wolf's Daughter?

Scorpia Rising did happen. However, Alex didn't go to the States. Instead, he stayed with Fox/Ben Daniels. Big mistake. MI6 continued to blackmail him into working for them. And on his first mission after getting back, things went terribly wrong. Ok, so here's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy! I do not own Alex Rider.

Chapter 1:

Evil Man's POV:

"Are you sure this is the way to go?" One of my men asked anxiously. "MI6 may continue to use the boy."

I shook my head while saying, "The boy is a man in all but age, and his guardian wouldn't stand for it. And besides," here I smirked, "he will be neither boy nor man soon."

-two days later-

Alex's POV:

I thought to myself as I sat in an alleyway. I had been captured by Scorpia a week ago. They had left me in a room for three days, occasionally bringing water. On the fourth day, a man came. I would have attacked, but there were guards behind him. Besides, I figured he just wanted to talk.

How wrong I was. He wanted to stick me with a needle that would turn me into a girl. Yes, that's right. I'm a girl now. And quite hot, too, if the wolf whistles are anything to go by.

So anyways, I was on my way to my house, where my new guardian - Ben Daniels/Fox - and I live, when I decided to think. So here I am, sitting in an alley.

I think that, for once, Scorpia did me a favor. When MI6 finally responds to my cell for help, they'll find nothing, because for some reason, I was released today. So they won't know that I'm a girl. And changing genders could be the best disguise ever. If I leave Chelsea, I'll have no chance of being recognized, and eventually, MI6 will stop looking for me. I'll be assumed dead. I'll be free of MI6 forever. And while even Tom and Ben will have to be fooled, if they knew it could ruin everything. And I'm sure they would tell me to go. To do it. To be free.

All of a sudden, I realize I've done it. I've convinced myself to leave Chelsea. To assume a new name- I'd have to, it's not like I could go around as Alex Rider.

But what should I call myself?

And suddenly, I had it. Liberty Knight. It fits me, as well. I'm finally free, but it also makes sure I don't forget my past. (AN: Tamara Knight)

Middle name? Something to connect me to Jack, but still has to do with freedom.

And then, I remembered a quote that Jack was fond of. 'Give me liberty, or give death!' I crack a smile. I'm Liberty now, so it's only right that I use that. But who said it? Jack told me once. Henry? No, that's the last name. Madrick? No, Patrick! Patrick Henry. So I'll be Liberty Patricia Knight. (AN:Patricia is the girl form of Patrick.)

I smiled again. I like it.

Later, I wake up. I'd gone to sleep soon after deciding on my new name, and slept soundly. Until now. Frowning, I look around. Something woke me up, and it sure wasn't my internal alarm clock. It was just after midnight!

And then, I saw them. Five men, absolutely and positively drunk, were stumbling into the alley way I was in.

Oh no. This could be terrible. I was still weak from my captivity, and also still adjusting to my new body. Plus, all five had some serious muscles. Obviously, they were smart enough to stay fit and exercise, but not enough to stay sober.

(15 minutes later)

I panted, stepping away from the third man I had managed to knock unconscious. However, there were still two more men, and I was exhausted. Being starved, thirsty, and in a new body wasn't the best to be in a midnight fight.

And then, as the remaining men stepped towards me, a familiar voice called, "Oi! Leave her alone!" I stared in astonishment as a man stepped into the light, proving my hearing wasn't off. It really was him. Wolf. The man who had bullied me during SAS training, then used to get me into the end of a mission, where he saved my life. I hadn't seen him since, and yet here was, when I am a girl.

As the drunk men scattered, obviously not wanting to deal with me now, Wolf asked, stepping closer, "Are you okay?"

I shrugged, and told him, "As well as a girl could be after being attacked by five drunken men."

He frowned, and asked, "Five?"

Ah. So he hadn't seen the three I had kicked behind me.

I moved aside and pointed behind me. He stared at them, then looked at me. "Maybe you didn't need my help."

At this, I shook my head and told him, "I'm ready to drop right now. I really needed my sleep tonight, and they woke me up."

Here Wolf looked quizzically at me. "Why were you sleeping out here?"

I groaned to myself. I did not want someone from my past to know, but then, he hadn't recognized me, so what harm could it do?

I told him, shrugging to make it seem like no big deal, "I don't have a place to go."

Now his look was angry. "What? Why?"

Now was my turn. "Why should I tell you? It's none of your business."

Wolf glared at me. "I'm a soldier living in this neighborhood, and I would like to know why a teenager is living on the streets."

'We're too alike.' I thought as I returned the glare. "I don't even know you," not true, "so why should I tell you my problems?"

"So you do have a problem!" He exclaimed, seemingly proud of himself.

I was incredulous that he actually said that. "Don't all people?"

Now he was almost blushing. He was also fumbling with his pockets, I noted. "I guess. I mean, yes. I just... I don't know."

I was almost laughing now. The big bad wolf, blushing and stumbling over his words? Unbelievable!

And then, he said something incredible. "Do you want to stay at my place?"

I stared at him in astonishment, and he hastily backtracked. "I mean, not like that, just... I don't like the idea of you staying out here. They might come back or wake up."

I sighed. Back to incredulous. "Do I look defenseless to you?"

"No." He replied. "But you admitted it yourself- you're tired. And besides," He added, "you can always pay me back somehow if it makes you feel you better."

Now I was tempted. A soft, clean bed versus a hard, dirty, concrete alley. Even if he was from my past, "Yes." I told him, then added, "But only because your an SAS soldier."

Wolf frowned, obviously suspicious, after all, he only said 'soldier'. "How do you know that?"

Laughing, I started moving for the street while telling him, "Your ID fell out of your pocket when you were fumbling with it."

Wolf's POV:

I sat in a chair and stared at the girl. The moment we had gotten home - a one bath, two bedroom apartment - she had said that it was fine that one bedroom was mine and the other was filled with boxes. Snake had always told me that I had no reason to keep all of it, and I knew it was the truth - who needed to keep reports from school that they were proud of, or old, broken down furniture? The thing was, I always remembered at the the completely wrong time. Like this instance. Two o'clock in the morning.

And now, it was coming back to bite me.

Suddenly, I chuckled. I just realized - the girl doesn't know my name, and I don't know hers!

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