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Wolf paused as he entered the front door of his house. Something was wrong, he could sense it. The lights were off and the house was silent…wasn't there supposed to be 2 teenagers in the house? Yes, he, Wolf: the Captain of the best SAS team K-Unit was housing a teenager. Not just any teenager, but ex-superspy teenager extraordinaire Alex Rider. The other was his best friend Tom, whom Wolf had never met. Since that K-Unit had to go on a mission for 3 weeks, he let Alex have Tom round for 3 weeks. Apparently the boy had abusive parents going through a divorce or something.
He dumped his bag in the kitchen counter to the right of him and looked around to the open plan lounge.
He could see now, just what had happened.
The TV was on, but it was muted. How he had missed the light before he just didn't know. He blamed jet lag and not sleeping for over 24 hours. Cushions were all over the floor, and paper was where cushions weren't. and glue. And going up the stairs was what looked like a giant paper chain.
And in the centre of this were 2 asleep teenagers. He flicked on the lounge lights and crept over to the sleeping boys. One was Alex, his honey blonde hair covering his eyes. Wolf crouched down and ruffled it affectionately. The boy had stayed with him for about, 5 months now. Alex had suffered from serious nightmares, and the amount of times Wolf had woken up because the boy was screaming were uncountable. And Wolf had spent time comforting him from them, making a tight bond between the two, a bond that neither had ever thought possible.
The other boy had short, spiky black hair and a black eye. He looked to be shorter than Alex, and looked tired.
The SAS man stood with a sigh, walking to the cupboard and pulling out the biggest blanket. He draped it over them, tucking in the sides. He didn't know when, but Wolf had become a parental figure to Alex, a fatherly figure. He had no problems looking after the young boy, and was almost at the point where he could say he loved Alex like a son. He wasn't quite sure what Alex thought of him, after all he was a teenager, but Wolf thought that he himself was doing a good job looking after him. Alex had caught up on all his homework, and the school said he had a good chance of passing all his GCSE's with A's or A*'s.
It was a good feeling.
He headed upstairs, yawning. Quickly he got to bed and fell asleep, thoughts turning to his teenage ward as he fell asleep.
The next morning Wolf walked into kitchen. And stopped. He thought he felt his jaw hit the ground.
The entire kitchen was covered, literally covered, in paperchains. Last night he hadn't really thought about it much, but he could see that Alex and his little friend might just be nocturnal. Chains were glued all around the room, so you couldn't even see the blue walls, and they also covered the window, cooked and hung from the ceiling so you couldn't see the white.
And sat, at the breakfast bar, was none other than the little nocturnal things themselves, drinking tiredly what looked suspiciously like coffee.
He cleared his throat, and Alex looked round in surprise, jumping to his feet. He getting better, Wolf noted. The teen just used to go straight into attack, and so he couldn't really go out in public without at least 2 members of the highly trained K-Unit to keep him from killing someone.
And now, after many months, he sprung into position but didn't attack anymore, a highly good thing.
His once troubled face broke into a smile and he ran to the SAS man.
And hugged him, burying his face in the place between his shoulder and neck like a young child might do.
Wolf hugged him back. Alex obviously missed him.
It was a good feeling.