Author's Note: This is some random story I thought of last night...I really don't know

When Alex first heard MI6 had captured a Scorpia assassin, well he didn't hear it until they had actually shipped the guy to his house. Literally, like in a box with the tape and everything. It looked fairly normal but there wasn't a note on it and Alex, being the overly paranoid 15 year old he was, called the police. They came over and attempted to open the box. No one was really sure what that thing was made of but it just wouldn't freakin' open, or break. After about an hour or so they, the police, had decided to bring the box with them for studies, which probably involved smashing the bloody thing to bits. When they had managed to move the box halfway down the driveway the police were ultimately stopped by none other than the Head of Special Operations, Mrs Jones.

Cards and badges were shown, papers were signed and finally the box was placed in the house of Alex Rider. And the police forces left the scene feeling very confused.

"Alex, how are you?" Mrs Jones began pleasantly, popping a peppermint into her mouth.

"Bloody fine, tell me why that thing showed up at my door at 3 in the morning." The blonde teen replied annoyed.

"Our agents have managed to capture two of Scorpia's assassins and one of them is in that box. She will be staying with you as your bodyguard and as a way of repenting for her past. They are opening the box now." Mrs Jones replied slightly put-off by Alex's cold reaction.

"No. Get out. You, your agents and the goddamn assassin. Get out. I don't want to have anything to do with this, even if I did what makes you think it's a good idea to put an assassin in my house?"

Alex heard a faint giggling sound and spun around to face the source of the noise.

"Aw, you teen spy's sure are cute!" The voice sounded like it belonged to a stereotypical cowgirl. Two hands reached out and pinched Alex's cheeks as if he were a doll. Alex sprung back instantly. "What the actual hell?! Who are you?!"

The Head of MI6 cleared her throat, "Alex, this is Johanna. She is one of the assassins."

Alex turned back to look at Johanna. The woman had dark red hair and brown eyes. She gave him a 10 000 kilowatt smile and waved at him.

"Are you joking?" He asked in disbelief.

Johanna smiled sweetly, "No honey, I do believe Mrs Jones over here isn't joking at all." She said in that annoying high pitched voice. It sounded like a bad imitation of someone out in the country.

"Wait, why the hell would you stuff her into a practically unbreakable box in the first place and why do I need a bodyguard?!" Alex asked, more curious then annoyed now.

Mrs Jones looked a little annoyed, "Conditions." She mumbled before turning serious again, "Scorpia hasn't forgot about you yet and what better protection then under the wing of an assassin."

"Exactly. This is a nice place ya have here sweetie, a bit plain though don't ya reckon?" There was that shrill voice again.

"I think it's fine and I also think you should all leave." The teen replied deadpanned.

If it was possible for a Scorpia trained assassin to cry, well Johanna did cry.

"What's wrong honey, don't you like me?" she said between sobs. They weren't fake sobs or fake tears, Johanna had broken down and started full on crying. It was amazing actually, she was in her twenties and was a professional killer and here she was crying.

Alex wasn't a bad person so when he saw her crying he let her in the house, a little hesitantly of course. Johanna had then proceeded to collapse onto the cream colored couch in front of the plasma screen TV and continued her 'activity'.

Mrs Jones had followed and both she and Alex were now in the kitchen. The black haired strategist popped another peppermint in her mouth.

"Okaaaay." Alex began uncertainly. "So, she's emotionally unstable, glad we established that. What else? Does she throw knives at other peoples pet because she's that whacked out?" He said the craziest thing that came to him at that moment.

"Well not exactly..."Mrs Jones replied.

"Not exactly?" Alex questioned calmly, "So she does throw knives at things?"

Mrs Jones looked Alex in the eye and shivered slightly. Those brown eyes were cold and guarded, they were the eyes of someone who knew suffering. Sometime later the Head of MI6 would realise that she had been staring at the depths of hell itself.

"This is her file." Mrs Jones said, "Alex, listen, this is for your safety. I know that what we've done to you in the past was beyond wrong, it was inhumane, but what's done is done and I can't change that. I can try to make your future a lot better. For each of the missions you have been on we have payed you the same amount as any full time agent would have received, whether those missions were official or on your own accord. Johanna is here to keep any of Scorpia's revenge plans from hurting you, she is also your legal guardian. If you would like to continue school here I can speak to your principal about your 'absences' and arrange for you to retake all your tests as well as a personal tutor for you to catch up on the work you have missed."

Alex looked thoroughly shocked at first. He soon regained his composure. This was a pretty good offer, although it was too good to be true. "What's the catch?" he asked.

Mrs Jones openly flinched at the cold tone. Honestly though, here she was offering him this compensation and he just blatantly accused her of scheming. Mrs Jones sighed, it wasn't his fault, she knew that. "No catch, this is compensation. If you need anything else, you know where to find us."

Alex paused and was silent for a while. Slowly he looked up and raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Can you bring Jack back?" He replied smugly, his eyes were harboring intense hate and the snarl was already on his lips.

Mrs Jones took a step back in surprise. She understood the meaning of this. He wanted to vent. "No, I can't, you know that."

Alex scoffed. "Yeah, I knew that. How long do I have to stay with the emotionally unstable bitch?"

Mrs Jones frowned at his language. It was expected I suppose, he's only 15...

"She will be here until you are 21."

Alex nodded and grabbed the file that lay forgotten in the kitchen bench. "Alright then Mrs Jones, arrange that school thing you were talking about. Also don't expect me to help if your little organization is up in flames, I don't care."

"Very well then, goodbye Alex Rider." With that she turned her heel and left the household. All the agents stationed in the area got in their cars and promptly left feeling as confused as the police force did. Few of them knew the intentions of their boss, the rest were left in the dark.

When they had all left Alex walked out of the kitchen with the file and towards the couch, completely forgetting that the red haired assassin was lying there.

He sat down.

Poor, poor Alex.

It was shorter than I would have liked but anyways. Until next time.