"Passengers, please return to your seats we will be bringing our decent in to Heathrow airport in a couple minutes. Expect to land in about 20 minutes. The weather is rainy and its 45 degrees out, if you are coming home welcome back." Alex Rider barely listened to the pilot as he made his comments. He was finally coming back home to England after a year. Dispute the horrors that had happens to him here, in the year he had been gone he had missed it terribly. Even Sabina hadn't been able to take his mind off it. Even more so, since the incident, as he had taken to calling it. Well she couldn't talk to anyone anymore. As the plane landed the flight attendant that had been charged with taking care of the 16 year old came over and helped him gather his things as the other passengers got off the plane.

"Alright sweetheart got everything?"

"Yeah, thanks," the light-brown haired boy replied as he stepped off the plane. He scanned the crowd of people waiting in the terminal looking for the face of Ms. Jones. After the incident had occurred she had been the first on he called. They had made arrangements for him to come back to England and live with her. Once he spotted her he walked over

"Hello Alex, I hope the plane ride was alright." she said before walking off towards baggage claim. After a year that was all the treating he got from the women he was went to be living with. He knew she had to be carefully and not give any indication that she knew him well just in case there was anyone watching or listening n. After they got his bags they headed outside to find a car waiting. Getting in, Alex said "Thanks for letting me live with you Ms. Jones. I know it must have been hard to get every thing set up." All he got in response was a stiff nod. They drove for about 30 min before driving up to a nice apartment condo. Alex remembered it from a previous mission. He had been sent here to kill her. Things had worked out obviously. But he couldn't resist a smile remembering that event.

Okay, he thought, no going back.

(Nira POV)

I jumped up and down as if someone had given me caffeine. Which they had, but that wasn't the reason that I was jumping up and down like a madwoman.

I was getting a playmate!

Well, another roommate.

Well, not really. For a while, yet.

But first, I had to deal with a problem.

"BLUNT!" I screamed.

"Yes, Nira?" he sighed.

"Why is there a conference table in our room?"

"Because, that is not your room, it is a conference room. Just because you insist on sleeping in here every night with a sleeping bag, does not mean it is your room." he replied steadily, already tiring after 30 minutes of my company. I have that effect on most people. I'm too much energy to handle.

"I never said it was MY room, I said it was OUR room, and Quinn sleeps in there too with me. So, yes, it is our room now."

"It is not, never will be, and WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT KEY?"

I grinned, and turned invisible. I ran out of the room, and locked the door. Of course, that wouldn't hold him for long. Or more than a minute, actually.

I ran to the conference room and flung open the doors, and grabbed the conference table that insisted on making its residence there.

I pushed it through the door, and only just managed to stop before Blunt got nailed in the gut.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"That lock really IS getting old, isn't it? Barely 20 seconds. Huh. And, Blunt, I thought you would prefer this way, instead of pushing it out the window again. Now get out of the way." I stated, before Quinn shoved Blunt out of the way.

"Go, Nira, go!" she shouted.

I took the chance, and grinned at her in thanks.

I gave no warning, and rammed the conference table into the wall opposite, but not before I hit a teenage boy in the stomach with it, who promptly flew onto the table, and added to the weight I was pushing.

Muscles shaking from the effort, I pushed once more, and shoved it through the wall opposite, only barely after Ms. Jones, or Ms. Blunt, as we call her, grabbed the boy and brought him to the side.

She took him to the side, and brought out her gun, before shooting it until the magazine was empty.

Luckily, I had a force field around me as soon as the gun fired.

She assumed I was down, and checked the boy.

I sighed, and walked silently (invisibly) over to her, dusting my clothes off as I went.

I crouched beside the boy, and became visible again, giving the woman a good scare.

As his eyes opened, I presented my hand in a handshake, and said, "I'm Nira. It's nice to meet you."

To which he replied with, "You're both really pretty."

"Hmmph. Haven't heard that one before." said Quinn.

"Well, he did just faint." I pointed out.

"Still." muttered Quinn.

(Alex POV)

I don't care what Ms. Jones says there were two girls there that day. They were both extremely hot, and I'm positive one of them was invisible. After dropping my things off at Ms. Jones' apartment we went to the bank so she could finish up some work before we went to dinner. We were just walking down the hall to the office that until recently belonged to Alan Blunt. But since he retired the office now belonged to Ms. Jones. As we were walking down the hall we heard screaming, a door being slammed, and insane laughter. I looked over at Ms. Jones and saw that she had gone a little pale. Walking a little faster I was almost to the door when something huge and brown came barreling out of the door of a conference room apparently on its own accord. It hit me so hard I was knocked over and as I fell I hit my head on the wall behind me. As I lay there in a daze I heard Ms. Jones take out a gun and shoot at something inside until she ran out of bullets. The next thing I knew Ms. Jones and two other girls that looked about my age were leaning over me. The other two girls were stunning even to me. I think I mumbled something about them being pretty before the world went black and I lost consciousness.

(Nira POV)

As the unfamiliar boy with the brown hair came to, he found himself lying in a hospital bed with Blunt, Ms. Jones, and the two girls he saw the last time he was conscious.

One of those girls was me, Nira.

"Oh, hey, he's awake." I nudged Quinn, who shook herself awake after playing a mental game of Tetris, or something like that.

"Who-who are you?" he asked.

"Well, I'm Deynira, but if you call me that, I swear I'll personally behead you. Call me Nira. This is Harlequin, but call her Quinn, because she'll do the same as I would if you call us by our full names." I said to him, making sure that Blunt and Mrs. Blunt didn't know he was awake.

"Why did you turn invisible?" he asked.

I frowned. "Daahling, that's not how it works around here. The game is that you ask a question, and I ask you a question, got it? Good. So, who are you?"

"Why did you turn invisible?"

"You don't know how to answer questions like a sensible person, do you?" I sighed, before turning to Quinn.

"Go for it."

She shrugged, and turned to the boy.

Something in her gaze always terrifies men, no matter their age.

"I'm Alex-Alex Rider."

"Why can't you answer questions the first time we ask them, dingbat?" I sighed.

Quinn retracted herself, and settled back into her spot.

Unfortunately, Blunt and Jones came back from their conversation.

I sighed again, already bored of their impending lecture. Blunt would be saying how I 'can't be responsible for whatever it is I do wrong' and all that jazz and Jones would be already reaching for a Taser.

Which she actually was doing.

I slipped into invisibility before they noticed that I should have been there, and Quinn noticed, before Alex did.

I slipped behind Blunt, and waited until he started to lecture Quinn on her irresponsibility, which had resulted in merely a few bruises and such.

This was when I started to make faces at her while Blunt was talking.

Her thumb slipped on her ring, and she found herself trying to not laugh as I began my standard routine that had always gotten her to laugh.

Eventually, Blunt had to stop and look behind him, because he was an experienced spy.

At that moment, I chose to jump up on his back, and grabbed his eyes, and appeared at the same time.

He was blinded.

"RUN QUINN, RUN!" I screamed, and jumped off of her, before Blunt or Jones, or even Alex could react.

We ran out of the room giggling our heads off, and ran to the conference room, to which I found another conference table in.

"GODDAMMIT!" I screamed, and the directors set off sprinting, before I flipped the table, which almost happened literally.

I took the table in both hands, and flipped it, literally this time, and pushed it through the roof.

I jumped back in shock, and as it was coming back down, I immediately set up a force field.

As it landed, a huge explosion happened as well.

I was thrown back into the wall, and left an imprint of my body in it.

I lay on the wall for a few seconds, and opened my eyes.

Groaning, I pulled myself out of the wall, and saw Quinn perfectly fine except for a cut on her arm.

I sighed again, and grabbed her arm before she could pull it away, and then pressed my palm against it.

A moment of excruciating pain crossed me, as it always did with injuries, and it healed.

I had to take it away from the person, and I could handle it. In fact, I kind of like it. It gives me an adrenaline rush, I guess. I've had it forever.

And then, Blunt appeared in the doorway, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Okay, okay, you can have the conference room. Just-don't flip any more tables, okay?"

"Okay!" I squeaked, and skipped away, happy that I had gotten what I wanted. With a few bruises.

(Quinn POV)

When the boy who Nira had hit with a table finally came to in the hospital wing, Nira decided that we should take on the whole good cop bad cop thing as they say in America. She decided to be good cop and started asking the questions. The typical who are you what is your name thing. When the boy didn't answer she called in my expert interrogation skills to loosen the boys tongue. He stammered out that his name was Alex rider, and even though I was still pretty pissed at him for calling me pretty. (God the nerve of him, and without my permission to!). I still remembered the name from a thought that blunt had. I hadn't been able to get every thing on him at that point but I knew that he worked for mi6 like Nira and me. Though I doubt in the same branch... Blunt had reposed by now that the boy had regained consciousness and was now lecturing me about responsibility. Me. Responsible. He did know that I was the girl who had saved the world 20 times by the time I was14 right. Of course I had had help. Nira also had claims on saving the world. I noticed that Nira was missing so I put on the ring that Smithers had made for me. It let me see Nira when she was invisible. It's helpful sometime, like when I need to know where she is when we are on a mission. But other times it isn't, like when we are trying to negotiate the release of hostages and she is standing behind the king or whoever making faces at me. This was one of those times. I slip on the ring and see that she is standing behind Blunt making faces at me. Suddenly she jumps on his back and covers his eyes while regaining visibility. She shouts for me to run while she does exactly that. Jones is reaching for her Taser.

"Wow, Mrs. Blunt" I say trying to give Nira time to escape, "That is a lot of weaponry," she sighed and holstered her weapon

"It's Ms. Jones, Quinn, we have been over this." I smile at her and say "Oh, sweetheart we all know it is gong to happen eventually stop denying it." She turns red but keeps quiet. Point for me. Looking at Alex, I nod and send him the following thought, "Nice to meet you, I hope the table didn't do to much damage, but for future reference don't call me pretty or I'll do much more damage than the table." Apparently this was too much for the poor boy to handle and he passed out again. I shrugged and leave to go find Nira. (Shouldn't be too hard I just have to follow the sound of crashing conference tables. Ahh, there is one now.)

{Thank you for reading. The Line breaks (seen above) signify a change in POV, as in either Quinn or Nira. BTW, Quinn's real name is Harlequin, and Nira's is Deynira. This is actually a RP between me and a friend. You can find us on deviantart, I'm my author name, un-capitalized, and she's given55. There's your credit, T, happy? Okay, bye! Also, please forgive me for spelling mistakes, as T writes on her kindle and her spelling is a-t-r-o-c-i-o-u-s!}