A/N: I probably should be working on my story "Back in Hell" and yet here I am writing a one-shot. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.
Coming Home
Alex stood on the doorstep to his home in Chelsea. He shifted the duffel bag strap that fell uncomfortably in between his shoulder blades. He hesitated to knock. Why was he so nervous? This wasn't the first time he's come home after a mission. Hell and a lot more banged up then one measly scratch on the arm caught by a stray bullet. But still, he was nervous. Maybe it's because this time he was gone six months rather then two. Or maybe because he wasn't so sure Jack would still be greeting him at the door with a hug. Or answer the door at all. Maybe she left. He really wouldn't blame her is she did leave. It's not like she shouldn't have a life too. And she isn't even related to him. Just his housekeeper. And the only family he's got left. He steeled himself. Adjusting his strap again, he pushed the doorbell. He was still in his camo trousers and steel-toe boots. Paired with his dark green shirt and close cropped haircut, he all but screamed military. But then again that was his cover. He had been looking into suspicious activity on a Israeli Mossad training base. He had found the problem and essentially squashed it, but it had taken longer than originally intended. Apparently Mossad was more careful than anticipated and he had to go through three month pre-training and screening. After Alex turned 15 he could barely pass as a teen anymore (guess he can thank puberty for that) and by 16, MI6 had taken to sending him on missions posing as an adult. A young one, but an adult all the same. He also started working for them voluntarily. He figured why not get paid for something he was going to do anyway. After all it is his "destiny".
Inside the house Alex heard movement. What a relief. After a moment of no response, Alex feared no one would be there. He waited for the door to open, and after a minute it did. Jack threw the door open, ready to throw whatever solicitor was on her doorstep to "beat it", when she saw Alex. They looked at each other for a moment, and Alex gave her a tentative smile. Almost immediately after, she threw her arms around his neck in a hug. Alex dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her in return. He buried his face in her hair. Alex soon realized Jack was on her tip-toes in order to reach him and he gently let her go. He wasn't surprised by the tears in her eyes. Or by the smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad you're home" she said, leading him back towards the kitchen.
Jack POV
He wasn't little anymore. No longer the baby faced angel with blonde hair and chocolate eyes. The little boy half her size who played football in the park. In his place stood a young man. At least when he first started working for MI6, he looked like the boy she half-raised. She could pretend he was only plaing a spy instead of actually being one. But now... Now he looked grown. Twenty instead of sixteen. He was tall, broad shouldered, chiseled face, cold eyes Alex. And she was beginning to realize that this is what mothers must feel when their children grow up. But then he smiled at her. And his face changed. His eyes lit up and his face scrunched up a bit, the way it always did when he smiled. And he was Alex again.