A/N: HEEEY! First Alex Rider fanfic, and I'm super excited. I have to warn you all ahead of time, I have a habit of starting things and then not finishing them, but I have a great plan for this one.

May be slightly OOC...okay, that's a lie, VERY ooc, but I'll try and make it as realistic as possible.

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Jack had always wanted a husband.

She loved Alex dearly, but somehow the though that the only man in her life was a fourteen year old schoolboy depressed her. She had finally decided that good things don't come to those who wait, and that she needed to advocate for herself in life. Besides, she figured, Alex needed a good male role model.

She studied the teen as he sat at the kitchen counter, finishing up his math homework. He had seemed miserable lately, and it didn't take a psychiatrist to figure out what was wrong. He propped his head up against his arm and ignored the blond hair that fell into his face. Sad brown eyes scanned the worksheet, and he didn't even bother to smile at Jack as she made her way across the room.

Clearly her throat, she became even more agitated when Alex didn't look up.

She rested her hands on the counter top and drummed her finger tips against the granite, but her actions failed to merit a response.

Impatiently she snatched the worksheet away from him and stood with her arms crossed as Alex looked up. Alex could always tell when his guardian was irritated with him. Her eyebrows would furrow and her face turned a red that rivaled her hair color. Her expression matched such a description now.

"Alex Rider! Would you stop sulking around? Can't you see I have an important announcement to make?" Alex smiled slightly in response. Jack's personality never failed to amused him.

"Sorry for being so rude, Jack. What was it you wanted to tell me?" Alex feigned interest, mainly set on retrieving his math homework.

"I've becided to go bar hopping!" Jack beamed.

"Excuse me?" Alex was not, not in a million years, expecting to hear that.

"You heard me correct Alex...bar hopping!" Jack could no longer contain her glee. "Think about it Alex, where do all the hot, young, single, British and sometimes multicultural men hang out?"

"...um, sorry Jack...I wouldn't know," Alex shrugged.

"Nightclubs, bars...pubs, whatever you British lot call them..." Alex was about to remark that the only men he ever saw in pubs were drunken old ones, but he kept quiet for Jack's sake, "I'm going to find my perfect match, Alex. I've been cooped up in this house for too long! I need a little romance in my life."

Alex made a face at the thought, grabbing his math paper back from Jack and shoving into his bookbag.

"I've heard enough Jack!" He raised his hands dramatically, pretending to surrender, "Do what you want, but please, PLEASE do not give me the details of your love life." Jack laughed, pulling in Alex for a tight hug. Choking under her tight grip, Alex wondered if the situation required his MI6 training. Finally, she let she go and gazed at him fondly.

"But seriously Alex, if I do find someone I promise I won't just leave you behind. I'll always be there, OK Kiddo?" Jack gave him a reassuring smile. Alex sighed, he was too used to adults breaking their promises.

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It felt good to wear makeup again, Jack thought as she stepped out into the cool British night air. Alex had helped her pick out an outfit (he had surprisingly good taste for a boy) and they had decided on a bright yellow knee length dress. With her hair done up nicely, she couldn't help but smile as she caught her reflection in a car window. Flagging down a taxi, she headed into London and decided on a bar that had a good deal of potential.

Tipping the driver, she made her way into the "bar". Bright neon lights and the sound of popular music gave the bar the feel of a nightclub. Sometimes, Jack liked to pretend that she wasn't the worried caretaker of teenage spy. Not that she was normal, no, that was much to boring for Jack. Perhaps a celebrity, or a model. She certainly wasn't ugly.

Then again, if she had wanted to be a model, she wouldn't have gone to law school.

Stepping into to the bar, she was greeting by the sound of chatter mixed with loud music. Putting on her best smile, she slid up to the bar. In her yellow dress and bright blue high heels, she felt as though she was the star of some Las Vegas themed movie. Ordering herself a drink, she sipped on it slowly and inspected the night club's customers. Jack decided that there weren't too many prospective boyfriends, and decided that perhaps she was better off leaving.

Then something magical happened. At the other end of the bar, Jack spotted a blond haired man sitting alone and looking extremely out of his element. He was confident, Jack decided, but seemed as though he didn't quite fit in with the noisy atmosphere. Jack downed the rest of her drink, prayed quickly for confidence, and placed her trust in Alex's taste in clothing as she made her way next to him.

The man ignored Jack, continuing to sit at the bar and not drink anything. Jack decided that that the only possibly option she had was to avoid an awkward situation and order a drink for herself. Another martini later, the man still had not said a work and Jack's judgement had been seriously impared by the large amount of alcohol she had consumed.

"Sir," Jack said, trying to get the man's attention. He continued to ignore her, "Excuse me sir!" She tapped him on the shoulder, not willing to give up just yet. The man finally turned around to look at her, the expression on his face remaining unchanged. Feeling slightly tipsy and even more agitated, Jack stood up from her seat.

"Excuse me, buddy, but do I look ugly to you?" Jack placed a hand on her hip and jabbed a finger at herself. The only response the man gave was a slight twitch in the corner of his lips. "Because thanks to you, I've managed to chug down an entire martini and waste my one free night sitting next to guy who is about as exciting as watching paint dry!" If the man was offended, he didn't show it. After a slight pause, the man finally spoke.

"Yes, and what do you want me to do about it?" The man's tone was expressionless, but not rude. Perhaps Jack was imagining, but there might have been an underlying hint of amusement to it.

"Well," Jack sniffed, straightening up to her full height. "The least that you could do is buy me a drink."

"I think you've already had enough of that." The man raised an eyebrow.

"A ride home?" Jack asked hopefully.

"I walked."

"A phone number?" The man thought for a moment and then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. Scratching a number down on a napkin, he folded it and gave it to Jack. Speechlessly, she took the number, hardly believing her luck, "Thank you..." She turned around and carefully placed it in her purse for safe keeping. She had only looked away for a split second, but by the time she was done, the man was gone.

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A/N: Review! First chapter might be a little boring, but I promise it will heat up a bit and there will be a lot more of Yassen!