A/N: These are made up e-mail addresses so PLEASE don't be an idiot and try to send an e-mail to them. I'm sure that there is someone in this world who happens to have one of these e-mails and I do not wish for them to get a bunch of crazy e-mails. Thanks!
Also, I am attempting at getting it so that you guys can actually see the e-mails, so just bear with me and don't mind the spaces in between the letters of the e-mail addresses. I'm just experimenting and trying to figure out why they won't show up.
Prologue:
TO: b h a r r i s o n y a h o o . c o m
FROM: a r I d e r 0 0 7 y a h o o . c o m
SUBJECT: Aiden John Rider
Sent October 5, 2002 at 5:56 PM
Sergeant Harrison-
I'm guessing you can tell that this is Alex Rider, AKA Cub, from my e-mail address. If not, well now you know. And please, don't ask about the 007 part. My friend hacked my account and messed with it thinking it would be funny.
Anyways, I have a favor to ask of you. As you well know, my wife, Maycie, passed away during childbirth when John was born. And as such my occupation, I'm sure that you haven't forgotten what it is, prevents me from having any real guarantee that nothing will happen to me, thus leaving Aiden alone.
If such an event were to occur, it is my hope that you might be able to take Aiden in and look after him. I understand that you work at a SAS training camp and all, but I'm perfectly fine with Aiden growing up in that sort of environment. After all, with the Rider history and all, it might be a good idea for him to know how to at least defend himself a little bit.
I realize that because of your work you would be unable to look after him 24/7 while at Brecon Beacons training the soldiers, but I also realize that you have a camp full of men who can easily be persuaded into watching him. He's a good kid, and I'm sure none of the soldiers would mind taking a break from the rigorous training you put them through to keep their eyes on a kid.
At this point in reading the e-mail, you're probably wondering 'why me'. Well there's a specific reason I chose you. For one, I know you quite well. I mean, I come to Brecon Beacons often enough, and I lived there for two years. Granted I was pulled out for missions and spent a good deal of time in the hospital and all, but still. The second reason I chose you and not just some member of K-Unit is because the person who is the legal guardian of Aiden is going to need some power in the government. MI6 is sure to try and take Aiden, stick him with an agent to train him, and then use him in the exact same way they used me. I don't want that for him, as I'm sure you can realize why.
I understand that taking in a kid is a big responsibility, and fully understand if you are unable to take Aiden in. As Aiden is now two years old, MI6 has decided to start sending me on missions again. Which means that bad things are bound to start happening again.
Anyways, on the off chance that this is the last e-mail you ever receive from me, I just want to say thank you for all you did. You really helped me out as a teenager, and I hope that's a debt I'll be able to pay off some day.
Have fun torturing the new recruits next week.
-A. Rider
TO: a r i d e r 0 0 7 y a h o o . c o m
FROM: b h a r r i s o n y a h o o . c o m
SUBJECT: RE: Aiden John Rider
Sent October 6, 2002 at 5:07 AM
Alex Rider-
I have not the slightest idea as to why you did not think that I would be willing to take your son in if anything were to happen. I would be, well, honored to take Aiden in. And you're right about the whole MI6 thing. I think that that's exactly what would've happened.
So don't worry about your son anymore. And if you ever need a babysitter while you are off on one of your missions or something, don't hesitate to call me. Like you said, I have plenty of willing babysitters at my disposal.
So don't worry about Aiden at all. He's going to be fine whatever the future holds. I don't care if I have to go and talk to the Prime Minister himself, I will not let MI6 get their hands on your child. No offense, but MI6 kind of killed you (on the inside at least).
But you really have nothing to worry about. Nothing's going to happen to you. Don't you remember about your luck of the devil?
-Sergeant B. Harrison
Brecon Beacons Training Facility
PS: Nice e-mail address. I'd hate to be that friend who did that.
TO: b h a r r i s o n y a h o o . c o m
FROM: a r i d e r 0 0 7 y a h o o . c o m
SUBJECT: RE: Aiden John Rider
Sent October 6, 2002 at 8:23 AM
Sergeant Harrison-
Thank you for taking my son in. Remember: If there is ever ANYTHING I can do for you, I will. I was wondering if I could send you a box to store for a couple of years…
It's basically everything that I was going to tell Aiden (when I deemed him ready and not before his 15th birthday), but over the years I've written it all down-just in case. MI6 doesn't know about it and they never need to.
Thank you for your offer as a babysitter. I may just take you up on that offer sometime, but I'll make sure to give you as much notice as possible.
And I haven't done anything too drastic to my one friend-yet. When we were teenagers he always stole my phone and changed the ringtone on me and locked it, so it figures that he did this.
Once again, thank you.
-A. Rider
PS: Here's a piece of advice I learned as a teenager: YOU'RE NEVER TOO YOUNG TO DIE
A/N: So here's the prologue! I hope you enjoyed it! And I will be updating this for those of you who might think this was a one-shot. Tell me what you think!