AN:This is my first fanfiction.

Set after Snake-head with everything after AU

Chapter One

"No!" shouted Alex, thinking that the MI6 heads in front of him were completely evil now. Of course he thought they were evil any way this was to much.

"I almost got dissected. Again! I am not going on another mission!" he continued. While Blunt thought, Alex took in the room, a different one to the usual, of course it was still pretty much the same office. Dotted around the room were various modern art pieces hung on the wall with a yucca plant on the desk.

"Well then, as you know, we are your legal guardians and, as was our agreement you shall be sent to a care home. Jack will be sent to America as well." Mr. Blunt replied, as usual, bluntly.

Back at Alex's house, Alex thought about what to do.

"I'll call in the favour Joe Byrne owes me. That hopefully would keep you away from MI6 and their grasp."

"What about you though? I am not leaving you here, Alex" Jack replied indignanly.

"We've got no choice, I mean MI6 would put out a travel ban on me if I tried to leave the country so I think I'll have to put up with it but at least I wont get killed."

"I don't like it but..." Jack said after along time thinking.

At 7 o'clock on the dot a black car with darkened windows pulled into the drive. It was a Mercedes, no doubt armour plated with bullet proof glass. Once inside Alex knew it would be impossible to escape, with the doors locking instantly and fact that Alex could just make out two figures in the back of the car, obviously they were expecting trouble. The sadness just hit him as he stared at the car thinking things through, it all washed over the day before, he might not see Jack ever again.

Trying to ignore those thoughts, Alex walked over to the Mercedes, upon closer inspection he found it was an AMG but with the badges removed. Once inside the vehicle the doors clicked, locking themselves into their position. The figures he had seen outside where two men, roughly in their late 20s, one blond, the other had black hair. On one side their jackets bulged at the hip indicating a gun hidden there. Probably a Walther or a Sig, Alex mused. With that in mind, escaping was impossible.

The Mercedes dropped Alex off at the care home, staying outside in case he ran away. Knowing that that option would result in failure, Alex knew that he would just have to go in. Once inside Alex was greeted by a smiling women whose smile seemed to be too good to be true. She led him into a office.

"Hello, my name is Daisy." she said in the most patronising way possible, Alex thought. "I'll get one of the children to show you around. Your previous carers have signed all the forms for you."

A small wiry kid, quite short, with dark hair stepped into the room.

"This is Bruce. He'll show you around."