Title: No One Expects An Angel To Set The World On Fire

Author: Keeper Of The Fandoms

Fandom: Alex Rider (Book)

Major Pairing: Alex Rider/Tom Harris

Word Count: 1947 words

Basic Info: Yes the pairing is Tom and Alex. Basically K-Unit comes to stay with their new young agent, Caleb and arrogant teen who's so up himself even I hate him and I'm the one writing his character. Anyway Tom is absent for a while but that will be explained below so please read on!

Disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, its characters or plotline. I only own my own ideas

Alex Rider was livid, hand tightening around the phone as he placed it calmly back on the hook before turning at near blinding speed and throwing his fist through the drywall of the hallway. Still breathing heavily he massaged his throbbing hand, pushing aside the pain as he had done so many times before and moving to get the bandages from their place in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, hand neatly wrapped in white bandage spotted with red, he shrugged on his jacket and left, the door slamming closed behind him as he got in his car. Cursing every deity he knew of he pulled out of the driveway, fingers white knuckled around the wheel as he sped through downtown. He didn't give a shit about speeding fines or being pulled over, after all the bank would never let their little chess piece be imprisoned.

Skidding to a halt at the curb of the bank he seemed to slide out of his car, dark shades hiding his eyes as the people on the street stared at the cherubic teenager who oozed confidence and danger. Alex smirked at the fearful looks and hurried around to the other side of the car, stopping instantly as he saw the light maroon brown patch on the sidewalk, they never had been able to get his blood out of the pavement. Rubbing his chest on reflex he did what he did every time he passed the spot and pressed a hand over the patch, remembering the feel of the blood as if poured from his chest onto the cement.

Straightening up he pulled on what he dubbed his spy mask, no feelings or personality on his face as he strode through the doors. No one tried to stop him anymore, watching in stunned awe as he stalked through the lobby and entered the elevator, giving an evil little smirk at them as he waved mockingly and the doors closed.

The lift rushed up, the scans he knew now were taking place made his smile because he knew exactly how many weapons he had on him, as well as the fact no one would dare try to take them away; even if he had tried to kill Tulip Jones for Scorpia. Knowing what he did now he knew he should have shot the bitch, he gladly would to, but it wasn't just his life he would be fucking up, it would be Tom's to. His lover was on a mission and MI6 hadn't seen fit to tell him until Tom hadn't come home that night. Blunt had a nice pretty pattern in his desk from where Alex had shot at it in anger.

Just because his childhood friend and now boyfriend was a spy didn't mean MI6 were allowed to keep Alex out of the loop. Knowing Tom he probably wanted to tell Alex but the bank forbid it, Blunt had been seconds away from getting a black eye when Tulip intervened. And Alex hated hitting defenseless women. Taking a breath he stepped out of the elevator, fists clenched in anger and nails cutting into his palms as he stalked along the corridor. This had better be about something important or they would pay, Tom was due home in two weeks and he swore if he was taken away for a mission and missed his lover coming home nothing would stop him from bringing MI6 to its knees.

Not bothering to knock he flung open the door dramatically, it was always fun to make an entrance when you knew the people you were doing it for disapproved. He stopped short in the doorway as he saw the four SAS men, what caught his attention was the fifth figure, noticeably smaller and younger as he sat between the army men.

"Ah Agent Rider, how wonderful of you to join us," Blunt said monotonously and Alex scowled, kicking the door shut behind him and moving to lean against the wall, the chair set out next to the others resolutely ignored.

"We do apologize for the inconvenience Alex but we have a very urgent job for you," Tulip chirped nicely and Alex levelled her with a sneer, teeth bared in frustration

"It's always something Tulip so how about this…. bite me," Alex spat, ignoring the shocked looks of the chair bound figures and turning to leave, hand already on the handle when Blunt cleared his throat.

"Dear me Alex, if you go now you won't be able to get the message we received for you from a certain special someone," Blunt's voice grated against his senses but the prospect of hearing from his boyfriend was too good a chance to pass up.

"What the fuck do you want this time Blunt?" Alex asked, teeth gritted as he turned back and leant once more against the wall. The soldiers all glared at him at the disrespectful tone while the teen between them tried to copy their look, the glare seeming more like that of an angry puppy.

"This is Caleb Summers, he's MI6' newest spy. Caleb, men, this is Agent Alex Rider, codename Atlas. Now we have a job for you involving him." Blunt seemed ignorant of Alex's growing temper, his hand moving steadily towards his back pocket where he kept his favorite throwing knife. He wasn't going to kill the man, just take a few fingers.

"Alex." Tulip warned, she had seen his hand moving.

Alex scowled but brought his hand back from the weapon, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance as he locked the head of MI6 in a stare down. Grinning triumphantly he internally fist pumped as Blunt was the first to look away, the older man unable to handle the veiled malice and hatred in the spies eyes. What he had done to the teen was essential for the good of the nation but he knew the boy would never forgive him, not after all that had happened.

Caleb frowned in confusion as he watched the new spy, he had never seen anyone treat Blunt like that and he wondered what the guy had done to not be afraid of what the head could do. His frowned turned into a smirk as he reassured himself that nothing the man had done could possibly measure up to his accomplishments, after all he was only 17 and the other spy look to be in his early twenties, nothing the man did could be as important as his missions and the fact he did them at such a young age.

Alex watched the frown on the boy's face slowly morph into an arrogant smirk, internally planning several different ways to creatively kill Blunt and make it look like an accident as he caught the subtle signs of the massive ego showing plainly on the kids face.

"So why exactly am I here then?" Alex asked sarcastically, ignoring the looks the SAS men shot him for his lack of respect towards the authority figure.

"You Alex will be housing these five for the foreseeable future. Caleb was captured a week ago by a minor terrorist organization, he was held for two days before we were able to recover him; a few days spent in hospital and here we are. Since he escaped them they have been holding a grudge against him. I expect you to know what this means," Blunt said seriously and Alex sneered at the stoic man, muscles tensing unconsciously as he inwardly panicked.

Blunt knew that Scorpia had screwed his life up, finished turning him into the monster that MI6 had begun. The bastard knew that he would never be able to forget what they had done to him or the people in his life, the sadistic asshole was counting on his almost nonexistent sympathy to stop him from throwing a tantrum and blowing up a part of the bank like last time.

Clenching his eyes shut his hand drifted to his right hip, the horrible scorpion with three underlining marks was covered in a bandage but it seemed to throb as if sensing his thought process. Taking several deep breathes he missed the conspiring look thrown between the seated group; obviously they took his display for weakness, some kind of scared reaction to even hearing about someone being captured and held by the enemy.

Gritting his teeth he slowly opened his eyes, Tulip flinching back as she caught his gaze. His eyes, normally a deep azure blue, were like frozen arctic seas, filled with hatred and the need to cause pain. Blinking slowly he kept Blunt's gaze, the man refused to show how terrified he was in an attempt to save face as the teen stalked slowly towards his desk.

"I will do this Blunt but I want something in return. Make them leave." The tone was light and complacent but Blunt could see the undertone of malice in the youth's eyes. He was what they made him.

"You five are dismissed. Collect Caleb's stuff from his locker where he left it and then wait for Agent Rider in the lobby," Blunt ordered simply and the four soldiers saluted, Caleb making a lousy attempt before he lead the others out of the room, barely contained curiosity in his gaze as they left.

"First I want to be paid, double what I would for a normal mission plus extra or their upkeep. Second they do or saying something stupid or offensive and I will not be held responsible for any injuries. That includes if they think they have a right to my private things or anything to do with my house. Third and most importantly you get anything on Tom, notes, reports or even rumors you tell me straight away or I will come back and slaughter you before laughing as I burn this place to the ground." All sense of warmth had dropped out of the teen's voice as he outlined his conditions in an icy tone.

Alex waited till Blunt gave him a terse nod of agreement, snatching the treasured letter from his boyfriend out of Blunt's near invisibly shaking grip, before smirking coldly, stalking predatorily to the doorway.

"What happened to you Alex? You used to be so innocent and kind?" the instant she voiced her question aloud Tulip knew she had made a mistake, the thinly veiled fear on Blunt's face almost as obvious a sign as the visible tense set of the teen's shoulders, turning back to stare at her with a mocking grin.

"You happened Tulip, you and you're precious little agency who couldn't help but use me to do your dirty work. That Alex died when he was forced to sneak and lie and kill for a country that doesn't give a fuck about him. He died when his family and his friends were stabbed or blown up or shot down. He died when he finally thought he had a chance at happiness only for his boyfriend to be brought into a world he had no chance in. He died, Tulip, at the hands of you and every other fucking adult in this screwed up world. He died and he left me, a broken, scarred husk of the once happy boy, a shell that's a little bit less sane and a lot more angry with the world every time he's forced to bear the burden and scars of another bastards hatred."

With a final parting shot the angry young man left, leaving two sorrowful and guilty adults in his wake. "My codename Tulip is Atlas, the man who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, and isn't that just the fucking truth."