Yassen sighed lightly as he sat on the airport bench. He was extremely bored however John -or more commonly Hunter- had told him to watch their stuff and Yassen wasn't about to disobey orders.

Yassen was sixteen years old and fairly handsome. His fair hair was short and somewhat messy, with tints of red -anywhere from strawberry to complete ginger speckled thru out. He had a small build-not unlike a dancer- and somewhat feminine features. His eyes were small and ice blue, somewhat slanted.

Glancing at his watch Yassen shook his head Kihn should have been back. It had been almost two hours since he went to get their tickets and Yassen was supposed to take his medication.

Knowing what would happen if he didn't take his medication, Yassen pulled Johns bag closer. As he opened the bag, a small object caught his eye.

Fear cleared his mind as he reached for it, dropping his medication. His entire body was tense as his hand wrapped around it, bringing it to his face to examine it.

The small -almost like a battery - with a clear twist center, something he recognized quickly. It was a Power Pluss battery that MI6 agents used.

Fear won over logic as Yassen's mind hyper-focused on the item. He didn't want to believe that John would do that to him, his Pa of all people. But the evidence was in his hands. John Rider was a mole, and he didn't trust Yassen enough to tell him.

As John Rider returned from the ticket both he knew something was wrong almost immediately. Yassen- who was normal extremely alert- had collapsed sobbing quietly staring painfully at something in his hand.

"Cossack? Is everything alright? " John asked walking up to the younger agent.

Yassen's pale skin had taken on a slight red tone, and as he looked up John couldn't help but take note if the puffiness to his normally confident ice blue eyes. As he got closer, he slowly recognized what it was.

"You should have told me. Y-you could have..."Yassen dropped his head as his body was racked with a heavy sob.

"Yassen, my son. I am so sorry to do that to you. But I truly did not want you to have to keep my secret for me. I know now how much I hurt you." John soothed pulling Yassen close. The young boy's breath hitched as years worth of emotion was released. John could feel the sadness, and anger draining from his body. However as his sobs slowly broke, his entire body started becoming tense.

John's mind kicked into panic mode as he tossed all caution into the air. He could not have Yassen, not after a panic attack.

Yassen had been diagnosed with a fair form of epilepsy called Internal Epilepsy. This caused potentially lethal spasms in his lungs and brain. If he was calm from the start, John could sometimes coach his breathing and prevent the blackout. However, it was a lot harder when he was so out of it.

John carefully pulled Yassen to his side gently petting his arm in an attempt to sooth the boy. Part of him wanted to risk his standing with Scorpia for him, but he knew that would get him nowhere. The MI6 didn't care about Yassen or the fact that he would willingly change sides too be with him. All they cared about was the fact that he was employed by Scorpia, the enemy.

Anger rushed over John as he held Yassen, almost completely defenceless to the world around him. The delicate frame of the boy rocking in an attempt to lessen the intensity of its own pain, not understanding that it was the cause. Not knowing that the one person that Yassen trusted, was helpless.

John had no support with Yassen. The MI6 couldn't care less about a boy they couldn't use -due to several conditions. Scorpia only carried to keep Yassen well enough that he was easily manipulated so that eventually he would play right into there hands. John hatred both of these facts, as well as the fact that Yassen was suffering.

"Sir. Excuse me but what happened? I highly doubt he did anything to deserve that." A woman in white huffed walking up, grabbing Yassen before he could respond. ,"You should be ashamed that you scared him so."

John was about to argue when a man walked up. "Actually Maam, the way you are holding him is worse. It's a very rare condition that..." The man couldn't even finish his explanation before Yassen went limp, completely blacking out. This terrified the Woman, who promptly handed him back to John. Once John had him comfortably, she took off.

"Now, I'm going to need his emergency medication. However, something tells me you weren't given any when he was prescribed his medication." The man stated an air of perfectionism to his stance. "My name is doctor Philip Joseph Marine. I work for a Special Needs Facility. I would suggest that we bring him there for extensive treatment. May I ask who you both are?"

"John Rider. This is my son Yassen Gregrovitch." John reported, taking a few deep breaths as he watched Philip work.

Philip was a very pale man, with a somewhat muscular build. His large more oval eyes were a bright red, and his hair - which was held in a low ponytail- was snow white. The young man -whos age John placed in the early twenties - was quite obviously an albino.

"Odd name," He pondered chuckling lightly, "Considering that means ash tree in Russian."

John hadn't even realized the oddity of the name. But as the pain faded from Yassen's body, and the fear from his own mind it hit him. Yassen was not a typical name-even in Russia- but Yasha wasn't too uncommon. He would have to ask the young boy about it when he woke up.

"I truly appreciate your hospitality, not many people seem to want to deal with his condition. It's not normally lethal, so they often don't pay him mind. But it clearly causes him excruciating pain." John shook his head lightly with annoyance. "Even our doctor didn't seem to care all that much until he had an episode."

Philips nodded lightly, dropping the needle into a small container. It was somewhat sad that uncommon illnesses were often ignored, and pushed to the side. Sometimes they didn't get any attention at all because no one knew about it.

Smiling at the young doctor, John picked up Yassen carrying him towards the facility plane. John knew one thing as he carried Yassen on board. Things had to change within the spy community.