Scorpia has targeted Alex once again. To his dismay, MI6 helps him by sending him on another mission outside of the country. He pays a visit to Alec Rider the Second; an anonymous billionaire whose parents died unknowingly two years ago. During his investigation, Alex stumbles upon a time machine that brings him back two years ago to India, where he meets twelve year old Artemis Fowl, who is in search of the People. Fowl is contacted by the same people Alex was to investigate in the present day - the Riders - and is informed they have info on the People. With his manservant; Butler, Artemis, and Alex travel to the manor shrouded in mystery to clear up the endless amount of questions . . .

I plan to rewrite this in the future, adding more content (mainly actiony goodness). So suggest things you think may work/want to see and I'll try to incorporate them in the story.

Hello fellow readers! The other day I was rereading the Artemis Fowl series and continuing with the Alex Rider series when I thought, HEY! I SHOULD MAKE A CROSSOVER FANFIC! And so, this was born.

Just so you know, if you want to be up-to-date on everything, read all the Alex Rider books except the ones after Snakehead. For Artemis Fowl, it might help to read the first book though it isn't needed.

This basically takes places after Snakehead for Alex Rider and before the first book for Artemis Fowl.

Unfortunately, I don't own Alex Rider OR Artemis Fowl (If I did, you'd see a crossover novel by now, and this story would be better than it is). However, I own everyone that's NOT Alex Rider, Artemis Fowl, MI6/Scorpia, or Butler. Although, if you're reading this, you probably have read Fowl + Rider and know what's mine and not mine. :p

East London, England

Alex Rider longed to be a normal teenager. Unfortunately, being forced to work as a spy wasn't very normal.

Alex seemed ordinary enough. He was a fourteen year old boy with short fair hair and a face that would probably attract plenty of girls. He had dark brown eyes and was slim and well-built. However, if you were to look into his eyes, you would notice they seemed more mature, as if he's seen things that drastically changed his life.

It had started when his uncle died. He ended up discovering his uncle was actually a spy working for a secret intelligence group called "MI6". Soon after, he found himself getting caught up with this group as well.

So far, MI6 had sent him on four missions. The first was stopping a virus from killing school children through a new computer. The next was where he was sent to a boarding school for delinquents where he discovered clones were being made of the children. The third was Alex stopping a nuclear bomb. The last mission was where Alex had to stop Washington D.C. from getting destroyed from a newly created "space hotel".

However, between the third and fourth missions, Alex had worked on his own. The first was where he stopped a multi-billionaire from using missiles to blow up multiple locations of the world. The next was where the boy had payed a visit to a criminal organization to get news about his father and stop them from murdering thousands of schoolchildren in London.

And his latest mission involved Alex working with the Australian Secret Intelligence Service where he encountered the criminal organization once more and his godfather, who is actually the one who killed Alex's parents. He died shortly after, unfortunately so he didn't get to ask much more.

At this time his his life, Alex had had enough.

The teenage boy was riding his bike through the city of London. He was only barely aware of his surroundings as he was reminded of the bullet wound in his chest. Shortly before his sixth adventure, he had been shot by a member of the criminal organization "Scorpia". This was the same organization he had keep getting tangled with.

Alex turned into a narrow alleyway, knowing it was a shortcut to his home. Due to the sudden narrowness, he began to slow down a bit. Suddenly, a gunshot rang throughout the air and a bullet flew right over his head and into the ground in front of him. Alex didn't need an invitation to pedal faster.

Someone wanted him dead. Again.

Alex's first assumption was Scorpia. If they discovered he was still alive, they would obviously want to kill him. However, his sniper could've been anyone, like some random serial killer.

For Alex, this seemed extremely unlikely.

The teenage boy completely dismissed the idea of heading home. If he was being followed, they would know where he lived. So instead, Alex began riding towards a bank with the name of "Royal & General Bank".

Now, if you were someone who was being chased by a gunman or anyone for that matter, your first choice of hiding probably wouldn't be a bank. However, this was no ordinary bank. In fact, it wasn't really a bank at all. Rather, this was the headquarters of the British intelligence agency "MI6".

Normally, Alex would never come to this place. He never wanted to be a spy but MI6 had a way of blackmailing him into doing it. He prayed they wouldn't do it again, not in the mood to save the world again.

Upon entering, Alex saw a woman. She was middle-aged and was thin. She had black eyes and short black hair that was amateurishly cut. The woman was wearing all gray and seemed to be sucking on something.

This was Mrs. Jones, deputy head of MI6 Special Operations. Alex had seen her multiple times before being sent out on a mission.

"Alex," Mrs. Jones said, Alex able to smell the peppermint on her breath as he approached, "What a coincidence. Mr. Blunt wanted to see you."

"If it's another assignment, I'm not going," Alex responded. Besides, he had his own problem.

"Please, Alex," Mrs. Jones insisted, beginning to walk further into the bank. Alex sighed and followed along, not having much of a choice.

The duo entered Room 1605, which resided on floor sixteen. Sitting behind a desk was a man with an expressionless look on his face as Alex came in.

"I've brought him, Mr. Blunt."

"Thank you, Mrs. Jones." the man replied.

Alan Blunt was the chief executive of Special Operations. He has gray hair, gray eyes, gray lips, and a gray suit. He wore steel-rimmed spectacles that had thick lenses. Alex couldn't remember a time where this man had showed any emotion.

Blunt looked at Alex with his gray eyes. "Alex, the situation you're in is rather unfortunate. Fortunately, the sniper didn't follow you here."

"How do you know?"

Blunt looked over at the window behind him. "I saw the incident from my office."

Alex glanced behind Alan Blunt and saw the alley exit he had raced out of. He began to wonder where the gunman went if he didn't follow him.

Blunt continued, "We've decided it's not safe for you to stay in London, for the moment. Don't worry, we've already decided on a place for you to go."

"No," Alex said flatly, "This is another mission you're sending me out on. I refuse to go."

"Alex," Mrs. Jones protested, "You could have a member of Scorpia after you. You survived a bullet once, you might not be lucky the second time."

Alex remembered the day he walked out of this very building and was shot. It wasn't a great experience, really.

Mrs. Jones continued, "Also, those close to you may be targeted. Your caretaker could be in danger right now for all you know."

Alex thought hard. Jack Starbright was his legal caretaker after his uncle died. She was the closest Alex had to a friend since the whole spy business made him absent from school for long periods of time, drawing him away from his friends.

Eventually, Alex let out a sigh, knowing he had no other choice.

"Fine. I'll do it. Where am I going?"

Mr. Blunt seemed to have expected Alex to come to this decision. "It's a family in Canada. You're going to stay there for three weeks. The family is rather rich and seemed delighted to have you go stay there."

Alex didn't like the sound of this family being rich. He had dealt with many rich criminal masterminds. "The catch? There's something I'm investigating, isn't there?"

"Lately, there has been rumours of illegal dealings and dangerous weapons being spotted with the members of this family. We simply want you to watch them while you're there and report on any suspicious activity."

Well, that didn't seem like a huge job. No giant project in the making, just a few rumours. Maybe he could enjoy himself after all.

"Is there anything I need to know about the family?" Alex asked.

Mrs. Jones spoke up this time. "They're fairly wealthy and aren't all that well known, preferring to keep quiet about their accomplishments. There's a family of three, parents and a son. The two parents are inventors of sorts and are involved with many groups of people. For the last two years the family has been silent, no information floating around at all."

"Their names are Alec and Zoey Rider, their son sharing his father's name," Blunt said, making Alex widen his eyes.

"Rider . . ?" Alex confirmed, noticing the name the same as his.

"Yes," Mrs. Jones said, "But we don't know if they're related to you in a way. Their family is small and is very secretive."

Alex began to feel anxious. Did he have other family he never knew about? Well, it seemed he was going to find out soon.

"Well," Blunt announced, "Go see Smithers before you leave. He has a gadget or two for you. The plane will be departing in an hour."

-x-

Alex entered a room on the eleventh floor of the MI6 headquarters. Inside was a rather large man who was bald with a black moustache. He grinned at Alex when he saw him.

"Ah, Alex!" the man known as Smithers beamed, "Do come in! I've got just the gadget for your adventure! Unfortunately, I can't give you much since the Riders have tight security but I'm sure it will come in handy!"

The man handed Alex an ordinary-looking ring made of gold.

"Now, this ring is special. Once on your finger, if you turn it to the right, you can create a transmission between yourself and MI6. Turn it to the left and put it to your ear to amplify your hearing. However, careful to not drop the ring! Once it hits the ground, smoke will be released and it will let off a mini-explosion! Once it explodes, we'll receive a record of when and where it exploded. Don't worry though, the ring should still be intact afterwards."

Alex slipped the ring on his finger. He didn't really like it but at least it fit. "Is that it?"

"I'm afraid so, my boy. I wish you luck on your mission! Don't get caught in something too crazy, alright?"

Alex nodded and left the room. He really hoped the world wouldn't fall on his shoulders. Again.

And so the adventure begins. Thanks for reading! See you next time in chapter two!