READ ME! Hello everybody!This is my first proper story (I've done one songfic) and yes it is a SLASH. Don't like don't read. I won't be writing any nooky (as my mum calls it), but still. I don't want any mean comments on doing a slash. This fic will probably have some religious bashing, so if you don't like that, then don't read. I myself am a Christian and I don't mean to or want to knock religions in any way, this is just the way my story will be.

May contain spoilers for all books bar Scorpia Rising, as I haven't read that yet (but it comes out today!)

Any ways... I'd like to give a big shout out to ReillyScarecrowRocks for being the first person to review the first fanfic I've ever done (Crawl Back In), you truly rock. Also to 19sweetgirl96 for being the first person to add my first ever fanfic (CBI) to their favourite stories. You too rock!

Onto the disclaimer: I do not own Alex Rider, that belongs to A Horowitz (a real shame). 'I'm bringing sexy back' is a line from the song Sexy Back, which belongs to Timberlake, not me. I do not own Bond , WHSmiths, Vans or Starbucks.

Tom's POV:

April, and Mum and Dad were fighting again, over who should use the butter first! They didn't even notice when I left the room and went to my own. I took my usual space, a small alcove in by the window, and gazed at the rain as it fell down, hopelessly searching for someone to rescue me. Jerry had moved away to France now, to escape our parents. I was tempted to go with him, but I couldn't. I couldn't leave him. Alex.

He's done so much for everyone, been so brave, yet he never gets a break. Always bullied in school. If only thew knew what Alex really was. That's why I have to stay. I'm not going to leave Alex on his own. I'm sure a small smile graced my face as I thought of him. His messy dirt-blond hair, serious brown eyes and a wicked grin, Alex was gorgeous. I can't remember when I first realized that I was in love with my best friend, but I think it was sometime after his thrird mission. It was then that I finally understood the dark part of his new job. That it wasn't all glamorous and teen Bond as I thought. I realized that he may actually die. Every time he came back from a new mission, he always seemed to have lost a little piece of his soul. That's why every time I see him, I play the joker. I embarrass myself, and do all sorts of crazy things, just to see that smile on his face. To let him forget about MI6, and let him be a teen again.

'I'm bringing sexy back...' My heart jumped a mile as I realised that my phone was ringing. Alex had gotten a hold of my phone before he left, changing the tune. Alex. 'ALEX!' I shouted, looking at the caller ID. I scrambled frantically for my phone, pressing that magical green phone icon and smashing the phone against my ear.

'Tom...' a weak voice called through the phone. Who was this? With a jolt I realized that it was Alex. How weak he sounded. Curse you bastards for making him suffer! 'Tom.. is that you?'

'Yes it's me! Where the bloody hell are you! You've been gone for six months! You even missed you're birthday!' Inside my heart went berserk at the thought of Alex being alive. I heard a long, sad sigh echo though the phone.

'Now's not the time. Look mate, can you go to the Starbucks opposite WHSmiths at two o'clock today. A man there, about six foot one with short , black hair and blue eyes will buy you a coffee caramel frappuccino with whipped cream. Ask for ID! This is Ben that I've told you about...' What the hell, meet with some man, I just want to see Alex.

'Al, why can't I just go to you're house?' I asked.

'I'm not staying there,' he said with yet another sigh. What on Earth has happened this time? 'Look, Ben will take you to where I'm staying and I'll try to explain..but it's hard mate...I..'

I stopped him again. 'You can tell me when I see you,' I said. 'Just hang in their okay?'

'Yeah, I got it. See ya later.' Then the phone cut out. Some people may have been annoyed at someone hanging up on them, but how could I be? Alex was back, and alive! I'm ashamed to say that I did it. Yes. I did the happy dance. Not just in my room. All around the house. A ran downstairs to the living room, where Mum and Dad were, and shouted,' I'm going out, got my phone on me!' before slipping on my Vans, and racing to the door. I slammed it hard enough to shake the wall, grabbed my bike, and cycled at a speed unknown to man. I only just managed to resist the urge to hug every stranger that passed me, shouting, ' Alex is back!'

I arrived at Starbucks at 1:45, quarter of an hour early. I sat down, and tapped my foot impatiently. The wait was almost over.