Hey guys. This idea has been in my head for a while now so i decided to finaly write it (yay me). There will be character death ..... :D just giving you a heads up. Let me lnow what you think of it!

Disclamer: If i owned the series, i would never get away with what is about to happen......

Enjoy!

ALAN-POV

"Yes, we have it under control. Don't worry he will be constantly under surveillance." Blunts unemotional words helped to slightly placate the man on the other end of the phone. The man was Alex's psychologist. Mrs. Jones had all but forced Blunt to see to it that Alex had one ever since he came back from his last mission.

He still remembered that day. The mission was relatively simple; he was to infiltrate the Italian mansion and retrieve a captured agent. We knew he had a chance at being recognized but he knew the building better than anyone else. Besides we needed that agent back, he knew too much and that information could not be leaked to SCORPIA. But of course Alex managed to screw up and get caught. Blunt shook his head slightly at the thought.

From the debriefing we had learnt that, that stupid, unearthly frustrating woman who acted as a guardian for Alex had not wanted to stand by like she was supposed to. Instead she hopped on the first plane to Italy. We hadn't thought to make her a no-fly because we were planning on shipping her back to America once Alex had returned form his latest mission. Bargaining tool or not, that woman was just too insufferable. Alex would be fine without her.

But instead of this plan she all but handed herself over, unhelpfully to SCORPIA. Needless to say she was caught and killed. Blunt smiled at the memory, it was unfortunate for Alex but great for MI6. Blunt had already started to make plans for Alex's future. Beacon Beckons maybe? Alex was officially under his control. A triumphant smile played on his lips, never really showing on his face though. This was the closest he had come to a smile in years.

Blunt returned his attention to the rambling man on the line "I shouldn't be saying this, doctor patient confidentiality and all but... I have never in my career seen a man so destroyed, and I work for MI6! I'm really worried; it's not natural how stone cold he is." It didn't escape blunts notice that he said "man". Alex was definitely losing his child edge that made him so useful. Who would believe he was a child if he stood like a soldier? If he continued like this, Blunt would have no use for him.

"I don't want to be there when he finally snaps." the mans voice dropped almost imperceptibly. In blunts line of work he knew immediately what that meant. He was scared. Scared of Alex. Blunt waited for a second longer then soundlessly hung up the phone, not bothering to say goodbye. Goodbyes were for the dead, and he wasn't there yet.

BPOV

He had been admitted to St. Dominic's about a week ago. He hated hospitals, and no matter how hard they tried to mask this place as a hotel, the beeping of the monitor and the tubes in his arm gave it away. Even the smell of antiseptic whirled under the fruitful scents of air freshener.

He glanced around his room with fond distaste. The peachy walls were decorated with style that screamed interior designer. His dark stained bed with white covers matched his bedside table. The table was littered with get well cards and balloons. He smiled as he reached for one of the chocolates that rested next to a letter from wolf. He frowned at that, he didn't remember receiving that. It sent chills down his back that someone had come into his room without his knowing. Shaking it off, he opened the letter.

Dear Ben,

How in hell did you get yourself so busted up? God, I thought *** is supposed to be information collecting only! You know the cushy life! If your weren't already thoroughly beaten to a pulp, I would do it myself for making the team worry so much. Would you believe Eagle can get even more annoying? He wouldn't shut up "is he going to be ok? Can we go see him? Maybe he needs another pillow, or some company?" I swear your going to have another roommate when I'm done with him. Get well.

-Wolf

Ben laughed with mirth at wolfs thin threats. He missed his team but he was happy working with MI6. This way he could keep an eye on Alex, seeing as nobody else bothered to. The thought of Alex instantly brought his mood down.

The last time Ben had seen Alex, he had scared him. The things that boy had done. Ben felt a shiver run down him. And those eyes, those were the eyes of a man driven to insanity.

When Ben first met Alex at the SAS training camp, he dismissed him just as the rest of his unit did. Just a little boy with a rich daddy. But Ben had learned that not only were his parents not rich, they were dead. The things that boy had to deal with on top of everything was astounding.

Ben wasn't looking at the card anymore but at the cell he was kept in. His cell, if you could call it that, was horrid. He was tied down tightly to a steel chair and pushed to the edge of the room up against a wall.

Every time he breathed the putrid smell of something rotting burned his nose and made his stomach churn. He also thought he smelt a wisp of burnt flesh mixed in with the odours. As much as he tried not to think about it, he knew what the smell was. The last time he had confronted it, he was in Iraq.

He was doing a final mission with his unit, just for old time sake. While they were there they happened across a recently abandoned killing field. Bodies were every where, but as soldiers, they had seen it all before. It was when the came to a family that actually hit them, and hard.

It was a family of three; the man was positioned so that you could tell that he had stood in front, trying in vain to protect them. Behind his corpse lay his wife, with a small child cradled in her arms. Right between the eyes of the baby was a gruesome bullet hole. They must have been one of the first victims of the war because their bodies were much more decayed than the others. The smell of decayed flesh hung around till Eagle turned and threw up. Wolf looked disgusted.

Fox shook the memory away; the rag that gagged his mouth was what he focused on. I don't know if you have ever been gagged before (I hope not) but it is highly uncomfortable. But then again, since when was SCORPIA concerned about his comfort. The cloth dripped a metallic taste onto his coated tongue. The blood wasn't his and his nausea increased.

His arms were roughly tied behind his back, making it impossible to remove the disgusting thing. Even his feet were tied to the legs of the chair. The chair itself was rusted metal, but it held strong. At least his eyes had adjusted to the light since he was thrown in here. The small barricaded window let in very little light and was way too small to bother with. The room itself was small and made of cement, making it even colder. The only door was made of metal with no doorknobs. Sheesh, they have all this money and they couldn't even bother to fix up their dungeons a little?

He didn't know where he was exactly; he had been knocked out before he was brought down here. He wasn't supposed to be in any danger, just a simple recon mission. It ashamed him how easily he had been discovered. He had decided to get a closer look of the house, or should he say mansion. He never knew Venice's houses could get so big!

The only reason he had come closer, despite orders was because there was a shipment of boxes without labels being unloaded around back. He had waited till dark and snuck around back; sticking to the shadow just like he was taught. He must not have been as good as he thought because he had barely made it on to the property before pain exploded in the back of his head and he dropped cold. He didn't even make it into the building.

When he woke, he was being tossed carelessly into this room by a man. All gadget were gone, even the transmitting contact lens was taken. But not before he had been able to set it off that night. He hoped. The only problem was that he wasn't sure that he had set it off soon enough. So all he could do was wait and count the cockroaches that climbed the ceiling.

Men came and went, and soon he was subjected to torture. Water boarding or dry drowning, seemed to be one of their favourites. What they would do was place a heavy rag over your face, then they would poor water over that rag, seeing as you were lying down and restrained, you couldn't remove the rag. At first it was ok, but soon each breath you would take would be a struggle. Every time you breathe, moist air would trickle down. This made it feel like you were drowning. As soon as panic set in you were doomed. But Ben had trained with the SAS, so only minimal information escaped.

Ben was malnourished, thoroughly dehydrated and supporting several injuries. He had given up hope. That was when Alex came.

"ALEX?!" Ben yelled, horrified at the thought of the boy being subjected to what he had. Why was he here? But the fight that it took to get him through the door was impressive, it gave Ben hope.

He had nine men holding onto ropes that were tied to his body. A rope tied to each leg. His hands were tied tightly behind his back with two men holding ropes attached. Around him four more ropes were tightly wrapped around his torso to hold him in place. And the last man held the rope that tied to his neck almost choking him. The guards had sweat dripping down their faces and several of them had bruises.

Ben had never seen someone so closely tied just to move. All the men holding the taught ropes were in a circle around him. He watched as they still struggled, Alex looked like a wild mustang they were trying to tame.

One of the men stumbled slightly while pulling Alex through the door. Alex took advantage of this and twisted his body roughly, effectively yanking the rope from him. Twisting again, Alex wiped the rope out and it wrapped painfully around the unfortunate guard. Alex dropped his weight, becoming a deadweight making the other men stumble forward, including the choking guard. The guard was brought to his knees in front of Alex. Alex kicked his foot out and it landed on the mans face. You could hear his nose break in a sickening crunch. The man pried the rope from around his neck. He gasped for air harshly while rubbing his nose tenderly. The other guards took this moment to regain control and pulled the ropes tightly.

Alex was literally stretched in all different directions, his limbs being pulled to their limits while he was help in place. The pain that must have caused, Ben thought. But Alex did not scream or cry out. He simply put his head down, masking himself.

The guard that had been bested by Alex stumbled to his feet and walked towards the middle of the circle where Alex couldn't move an inch. Embarrassed hatred showed on his bruised face. Alex solemnly lifted his head in defiance to he man. The guard's fury rose at the challenge shown in Alex's eyes as he raised his hand and painfully punched the boy. Alex's head snapped to the side with a resounding crack. Alex stilled for a moment and Ben was sure he was knocked out. Ben watched amazed as the boy turned his head with a menacing smile on his lips, a soft laughing sound gurgled from him, echoing throughout the room. Alex raised his head and spat.

"You won't be able to keep me here, how did you end up with this job anyway. Week little guard sent out to collect a little boy. Oh what SCORPIA must think of you?" Alex seemed to be trying to get a rise out of him and it worked.

"Why you little..." he sputtered out.

"Don't hurt yourself now" Alex replied with a grin.

"Enough Lyle, he's just baiting you. I think you've humiliated yourself enough for today. Wait for me outside, I think we need to have a chat." One of the older men piped up. He must be the one in charge. Ben thought.

"Uh-oh looks like you're in trouble. Uh bah bye now" Alex said with a patronizing tone.

"Enough with you Alex!" the same man shouted. How Alex could act like such a smartass at a time like this astounded Ben. He watched as Lyle stormed out of the room and the other men forced and tied down Alex with one last struggle. When he was secured, the men checked the bindings a couple more times before leaving the room. They didn't even bother to look at Ben.

As soon as they were by themselves again, Ben ached to ask the obvious questions. Struggling he lapsed into awkward silence, compromising with himself just to watch.

APOV

Alex gave a few short tugs to his bindings mentally sighing when they held tight. He continued to gather information. Starting with his body, he took stock of what was hurt. His left foot was a little tender; probably sprained from the angle and force in which he had kicked that disgusting man. Other than a few bruises and cuts, his bottom half seemed fine.

Moving up, Alex instantly knew that he had dislocated his right shoulder, from the adrenaline that was coursing through his body at the time and his high pain tolerance he had dismissed the pain during the fight. But now that he had a bit more area to move he knew that he needed to get that popped back in. But other than that and the blistering headache and cracked lip Alex was relatively unscathed.

Content with his body condition, he resumed to take stock of the room. He had already gotten the general layout of the room through a passing eye during the struggle but now he had the time to take in all the little details. The stench was the first thing to make it self noticed. Alex didn't need anybody to tell him what that smell was. Moving on, he was drawn to the small window. But Alex knew SCORPIA well enough to know that the window was probably reinforced with some kind of titanium or something.

The room itself was small and dark, the only light coming from the window. In the far right corner was a small mouse-hole. The ceiling of his cell was the same concrete as every other wall except that it dripped occasionally. Alex didn't want to know what it was.

Without looking, Alex knew the door wouldn't have a handle, when he looked he wasn't surprised that he was right. Alex took one steadying breath and steeled himself, finally turning to the last thing he hadn't studied. Ben.

He looked a lot less happy since he had last seen Ben. But i guess that's understandable, Alex thought. There were several cuts that he could see, one long one that went diagonally across his face. Starting at the top left of his forehead, down to the bottom right of his chin. That was going to scar.

His cheeks seemed caved in, malnourished. And his face was pale. But his eyes held his steadily, not giving up. Alex could clearly see the concern but chose not to answer it. They were stuck in a staring contest until Ben finally lowered his head.

"What are you doing here Alex?" Ben choked out. His voice taught with worry.

"The same thing you are." Alex replied cheekily.

A look of frustration passed across Bens face before it disappeared. "You know what I mean. Why are you here? Where's…" Bens voice dropped considerably, not wanting to be heard if the room was bugged, "-MI6?"

A small smirk appeared across Alex's face. "Your looking at them." He said. Looking bewildered Ben answered, "Your it?"

Alex kept his face carefully neutral. He had no need to take offence to that, being underestimated saved his but more times than he could count.

"Yes" he said simply.

Not much was said after that. A couple are you Okays, and were going to be fine. All coming from Ben. Alex didn't say much.

By the second day Alex was beginning to wonder where SCORPIA was. Not that he was excited to see them, but he was waiting for the torture that was sure to come. But no one came. That means neither did food.

Alex had been starved before, but it was staring to take its toll when they finally came. A guard briskly opened the door with two following behind him. Alex almost laughed when he saw that it was Lyle, but now sporting a huge black eye. He was carrying a bottle of brownish liquid and a loaf of bread. Seems that he was demoted.

The guards behind him were holding knifes and one each came to stand behind Ben and Alex.

Scowling, Lyle tossed the items on the dusty floor, scaring away the cockroaches that had been entertaining Alex. Just like that he walked out the room. Alex took the chance to glance out the room, there he saw 3 more guards with guns, waiting for the others. Looks like ill have to wait, Alex thought to him self.

Behind him Alex could hear the guard sawing away at his restraints. So SCORIPIA wanted them alive. When he was finished, Alex felt the sweet releases and blood flow begin to return to his hands. He went to rub his sore wrists but remembered his dislocated arm, and waited. Soon after the men marched out the room and slammed the door shut, sealing them off.

Sighing quietly Alex took a large breath and braced himself. With his good hand he griped his other shoulder, and with force popped it back in. the blinding pain left him speechless and it took a few more minutes to compose himself.

When he reopened his eyes he found Ben beside him, his hand looking for something to do to help, but the effect was quit funny when they just seemed to wave in front of him.

"I'm ok" Alex said curtly. Not because he didn't like Ben, in fact he probably liked him the most out of his old unit, but because he was still in pain and hated being fussed over.

His shoulder throbbed painfully as he wobbled to his feet. Testing put the strength of his ankle. He had two day of being tied to this chair so he had some time for it to heel. It still hurt to put pressure on but it was manageable.

"Alex, what is going on?" he asked exasperated. Alex limped towards the food, wondering if it was actually edible or if it was poisoned. His stomach grumbled, deciding for him.

"I already told you Ben, MI6 sent me to retrieve an agent. Got caught, now I'm here." He said simply.

"Then how did that guy know your name? Huh?" it was a fair question but Alex didn't want Ben to know about his experience with SCORPIA. He was ashamed of himself.

"We've met." Alex said vaguely. Ben dropped down to the floor beside Alex where he was inspecting the small loaf of bread.

"It's just me Alex." Ben said sadly, "it's just me. What aren't you telling me?" Alex sighed but pressed down his emotion. Now was not the time for touch feely stuff.

"Not now Ben." was all Alex said. Alex broke the bread in half, of course it was stale. Giving the half to Ben, Alex reached for the water bottle. Inside swished a murky liquid. Alex opened it and smelled. It smelt like water. he dipped his finger in and tasted it. There was no other strange tastes in which there might be poison. But Alex was dehydrated and decided to take a chance, besides if SCORPIA wanted him dead he would be already.

Alex took a defiant swig and sloshed around the dirty water, swallowing gratefully. Silently he handed the bottle to Ben and began to eat his bread. It wasn't much but it helped a little.

When the two of them were done, they sat against the wall, not wanting to sit in the chairs they spent the last 48 hours on.

As the quiet wore on a mouse scuttled quickly across the room and scooped up the small crumbs that were left then retreated to his hole.

"So how's MI6 working out for you?" Alex said slightly sarcastically but genuinely curious. Ben gave a humourless laugh and answered

"It's okay. Didn't think I would be going into the field though. I got to tell you, it isn't easy." He said

"No kidding." Alex replied with a small smile.

"What are you supposed to be doing anyway?" Alex asked

"Gathering information on this house. What and who goes in. When. And all that stuff. But it seems I'm not very good at it." Ben replied. Alex pondered this for a moment.

"So how did you get caught? Do you even know who controls this house?" Alex asked. Surly he knew what he was dealing with? Why would they send him if he didn't. These were people you didn't mess around with.

Alex noticed the embarrassment show up on his face and got even more curious.

"Well, how? He asked again.

"Umm. You see I was watching this place and I saw some box's coming in from around the back. So I decided to go check it out. I had barley made it onto the property before I was knocked out. I didn't even hear them come up!" Ben told Alex, with a small smile on his face.

Alex grinned at his failure. Ben saw that and gave him a playful push before saying.

"Well your in here with me, how did you get caught?" without missing a beat Alex pushed Ben back.

"I was sent in to get an idiot who managed to be captured on the first night on the job." Alex laughed at him. "You were caught so I had to be caught." Alex made sure to leave out the fact that SCORPIA had sent him a picture of Ben during torture, daring Alex to come get them. Alex hadn't wanted to come, sure that someone more qualified could do the job. But Blunt had forced him using Jack against him. So once again he was being used, but this time it hurt others.

That thought wiped the smile of his face. Ben sensing Alex's change in mood let it drop.

It went like that for a few more days, friendly but tiptoeing on eggshells. It was on the fifth day, starved with hunger did the men come back again.

Alex didn't know these guards but they came with the same things and threw them to the floor. But this time they didn't leave right away. Alex was already standing warily when the men had come in, Ben beside him.

"Come Rider." One of the guards snapped, holding a gun pointing towards Ben. Ben had stepped in front of Alex, hoping to protect him. Now Alex stepped in front, being around the same height of Ben, he just blocked him.

Alex didn't move though, if they wanted him they would have to come get him.

Okay, so there it is. Then next chapter will be alot more...agnsty. This will be a long one shot, like a chapter or two (the only reason im breaking it up is becuase i wanted to see how you guys react to it) so let me know if you like it. even if you dont, i love to hear constructive critisism.

so question for you.

In the begining, Alex's shrink says he dosent want to be there when Alex snaps. What do you think Alex is going to do?