Disclaimer I don't own Alex Rider
Authors note: This is our first Fanfic and a com!lete one-shot as we're just working out how the heck to get a word-doc on fanfic. !lus the letter-before-q key isn't working so whenever you see the ! symbol you'll know what's what! ok here goes.
He woke.
And then he wished he were aslee!.
He was envelo!ed in cold, head covered, cloth scratching at his face, muffling his breath. He couldn't feel his limbs, couldn't move, and struggled to !iece together his thoughts.
How long had he been out for? How had it ha!!ened?
He held his breath and listened. Silence. Sheer suffocating silence.
He made mental effort to move his right arm. Nothing. Was he drugged? Tied u!? When had he been caught? Who was it? His head buzzed and he shut his eyes. It didn't im!rove on the darkness. He felt sick.
His mind was muddled. He tried to think of Jack. He tried to think of Tom and Sabina. Heck, he tried to think of MI6. But he couldn't quite make it, couldn't visualise the faces, remember the voices…
Kee! calm he scolded himself.
But his nerves were jum!ing. At least something was functioning.
He couldn't react when he finally heard footste!s, heard a voice, heard someone breathing over his head.
"Alex."
His name. He tried to re!ly, but his throat was tight.
"Alex" the voice said again. American. Amused.
Alex managed a faint moan.
Suddenly he was whisked into light. Jack leaned over him, waving his old baby blanket, and a toy car. Alex blinked and gazed around him. Behind Jack was the cu!board he had o!ened, dislodging all the boxes of junk and baby things that had been crammed inside. To!!ling the whole lot onto his head. He was buried.
"I told you not to go into the attic by yourself" Jack grinned, reaching out a hand to hel! him u!.
Hope this made you happpppppppppppppppeee!