Hi! I'm back again. I've been rereading some of my stories on this site, and boy, are they cringy. This rewrite will probably be cringy too, but hopefully it won't be as awful. I would love criticism so I can improve, because I want to make an original story on wattpad, so I need all the help I can get. Two notes before you read please:

1) Sorry if you notice a lot of errors. I'm typing this on my phone (iPhone 4s, so yeah, small screen). My computer is acting up and will not open anything. I apologize.

2) I'm thinking about writing another Alex Rider fanfiction, this one with his guardian being a new SAS member I create, based on Bear from Amitai's Hell is Other People. Please tell if that should be a thing.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Alex Rider, Anthony Horowitz's books, nor will I ever. Everything you do not recognize is mine.

Thanks, and please enjoy! On with the story.

PS: Jack is alive in this story. Mr. Blunt is gone. Also, my computer is now working, lol. SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE NEW BOOK!

Alex glanced up sharply, staring at Mrs. Jones in shock. "What?"

Mrs. Jones sighed. "Alex, I know this may be hard for you to hear, but it is the truth. About an hour ago, while you were in school, Jack was kidnapped. I have people trying to find her now as we speak."

"Let me help," Alex pleaded. "It's me Scorpia wants. I can go and get her back. Just let me try."

Mrs. Jones was already shaking her head. "I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Alex. We don't even know where they have taken her and we can't risk losing you. It's not worth it. You know that."

Alex hung his head in despair. He had to do something. There must be something, anything. He racked through his brain for ideas, but he had nothing. He had absolutely nothing, and that killed him.

As if sensing his internal battle, Mrs. Jones rested a hand on his shoulder gently. "We will find her, I promise. They couldn't have gotten far in an hour," she said. "In the meantime, my priority is you. I already have a temporary guardian assigned to you who agreed to help on such short notice. He will take good care of you till we can find Ms. Starbright."

He nodded numbly, standing up. He didn't even care who it was. It could be Wolf, for all he cared. None of it mattered to him when Jack was out there with assassins that were willing to kill her to get to him. This was just a temporary stop in the road if Jack was found. When she was found, he corrected himself. She would be found and everything would go back to as normal as it got for them. He just wanted her back.

Mrs. Jones shook his hand, and gave him a loving look, something he had never seen out the head of MI6. It made him happy and mad at the same time. She cared, but at the same time, she didn't. It was just her job to. "An agent will take you to your house to collect your belongings, then you'll head over to your temporary guardian's flat. I hope to see you again with good news, Alex."

Alex walked across the small office quietly. The door creaked as he opened it, and impulsively, Alex looked back, noticing Mrs. Jones staring at him, unusual to how she acts. Normally, she is already onto something more important on her desk. "Mrs. Jones?" he asked hesitantly.

Mrs. Jones blinked, interrupted from her thoughts. "Try to be careful. I know you have a knack of trouble finding you usually."

Alex smiled faintly. "Yeah, I'll try." As he closed the door, he saw that Mrs. Jones already had a new file in her hands, fully engrossed in it. "Yeah," he whispered to himself. "Usually it does."

A familiar face glanced up as Alex appeared in the hallway, faint light filtering onto his face, showing how...happy he was. "Ben?"

Benjamin Daniels flashed a quick grin at him as he took in who it was. "Alex, it's good to see you. Well, in a way, it isn't because of the circumstances, but-"

"Yeah, it's good to see you again too," Alex interrupted, instantly cheered up. Ben was an part of the SAS unit he had trained with before he went on his first mission. He met him again on two missions, those times as an MI6 agent, no longer part of the SAS. He was pretty glad to hear the familiar Liverpool accent once more. "So, you're the agent that is taking me to the new guardian."

Ben nodded enthusiastically, starting to walk down the hallway with Alex right behind him. "Yep. Mrs. Jones thought it would be best for you to start this out with someone you recognized. So, it's not so hard on you and everything. I personally think that it wouldn't have really made a difference, but it was still good to see you alive no matter." Ben paused to click the elevator button, glancing back at him. "You know, you're pretty cool and chill, but that might just be because you're a teenager. Teenagers are always fun to be around. They just don't care what people think of them. I wish I could be more relaxed like you. It's kind of hard to when you have all these serious people as coworkers though," he said, lowering his voice as a petite woman in grey apparel walked out of the elevator, glancing briefly at them. If looks could kill, then that would have just been two birds with one stone, Alex thought.

Alex laughed to himself. Ben sure hadn't been like this the last time he had seen him. Now, it wouldn't be so bad if he was his guardian, Alex mulled over.

"What are you smiling at?" Ben asked, frowning as the elevator doors closed behind them.

Alex's reflection in the steel doors smiled right back at him. "Nothing."

It took about ten minutes for them to get from the bank to his house. The wind whipped through his school uniform, and he pulled the jacket closer to him, shivering in the frigid, London air. Already, faint streaks of pink dotted the sky, encouraging him to hurry before the night came and it became colder than it already was.

He rushed to get the front door open and get out of the cold. What he saw, though, made him freeze in his tracks.

The house was an absolute mess. Chairs were thrown on their sides, papers were all over the floor, and Jack's framed picture of her parents was cracked and tossed to the side carelessly. Alex felt his chest tightening as he gazed in horror at it all, and he felt like sobbing in despair. Ben, who had been silent until then, put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to spin around and stare at his sad face. It was the same look Mrs. Jones had been giving him. "Go get your stuff. Looking at all this will just upset you more. Agents have already cleared the house, so it's safe for now," he said quietly.

Alex stared at Ben for a moment, unable to tear his gaze away, to glimpse at the ruined living room again.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ben made the decision and looked down, shuffling his feet awkwardly. "I can go with you if you want," he added, unsure.

"No, I'll be fine," he said. He started towards the stairs on the far side of the room, watching his step without really looking. If he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in. Not again. Not while Ben had that pitying look on his face. "It just shocked me, that's all." He avoided looking further into the house, but went up to his room instead, leaving Ben behind in the mess.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he hesitantly opened his door, which was on the right, afraid to look at what else had been done. Slowly, unsure, he stepped forward, looking past the door into his pristine bedroom. It seemed like the assassin hadn't gotten to his room before they saw Jack. Alex didn't really know if he was glad for that or not, but it didn't really matter. He wouldn't have even cared if the assassin took some top secret file on him. It wasn't as if they didn't know already. They wouldn't have taken Jack, or screwed his life over if they didn't already know everything about him.

Alex sighed loudly. Thanking about it all and upsetting himself wasn't helping the case. He just needed to grab some clothes and get out of there fast before he did something he would regret.

He grabbed several sets of clothes from his chest, not really looking to see if anything matched. He padded over to the far side of the room, at the window, staring down at the street below. They was a few kids out and about, playing a game of some sorts across the road, but other than that, it looked pretty quiet. No one probably even heard it happen. He felt like this was slightly familiar, familiar emotions, and in that instance he remembered the night he found out that his uncle was killed in a 'car accident.' That night, he had stared at the police cars in defeat, dread already filling through him as they had knocked on the door. This time, there was no one there, no one who would understand. He was alone, in a sort. He had no one else that really knew him, that would reassure him that it would be alright. He just had to suck it up this time.

A few minutes later, he tore his gaze from the window, staring at his room for the last time in what would probably be a while. He was about ready to head back downstairs, when on second thought, he grabbed his extra set of school uniforms and his homework. He was already behind. Neglecting it would only make him more behind, and Jack wouldn't like that, he thought sadly.

Alex glanced around the room, looking for anything else he needed. He ended up grabbing his laptop Ian had gotten him, and a picture of Ian and him when they went to Spain a couple of years ago. He zipped the duffle bag up and walked down the stairs, and saw Ben straighten up from where he was leaning against the wall near the door.

"You ready to go, kiddo?" he asked, slipping his phone in the pocket of his trousers.

Alex nodded, looking around sadly, but surely. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Ben gave him an affectionate pat on the back at his response. "That's the spirit. Now let's go meet your new babysitter," Ben chuckled, opening the front door.

Alex frowned. "Who is it, anyway? Someone I know?"

All of a sudden, Ben was looking at everything but him. He was staring intently at the game across the street, seeming so fascinated all of a sudden, as if he hadn't ever watched kids having fun before. "I remember doing that. The good old days. Sure has been a while though," Ben said distracted, frowning to himself.

"Ben.." Alex warned.

"You'll... uh... you'll find out soon enough," he said. "You probably don't want to know right now."

"I do."

Ben finally turned to him, raising his eyebrows. "Trust me. You don't."

That made him highly suspicious about who it was, but he decided he didn't have the energy to question it right at the moment. Instead, he followed Ben out the door into the cool breeze, pausing to pick up a picture of Jack that had been laying by the door, unseen till now. With one last look into the still house, he closed the door and locked it up, locking up his past right with it.

Ben didn't try to talk to Alex in the car, and he was glad for it. He wouldn't have even known what to say after something like that.

Instead, he took in his surroundings, catching every detail as sun glared into his eyes, descending for the day. Alex tried his best to keep a record of the route in his head for later, in case it all went up in flames, which it probably would, if the bad feeling in his gut was right. He faintly noticed that after a short while, they had left Chelsea behind, heading out of the bigger parts of the city to the suburbs. It was quieter here, with the houses spaced out more with more grass and dogs in what seemed like every yard.

He noticed Ben glancing at him out of the corner of his eyes every once and a while, but Alex ignored it. Instead, he tried to think of who his guardian could be. Ben had said he didn't want to know, but he already had a bad feeling of who it could be. There was only so many people that they both knew together, and most thinking about living with any of them had his head spinning already. As they got closer and closer to his new house, the bad feeling kept on building and building within him. He opened the window and tapped a beat nervously against the side of the door, freaking out even more as every minute passed by.

They had been driving for about ten minutes when they slowed down, and pulled off onto a paved driveway, arriving at a pretty normal sized house. Alex sucked in a quick breath, taking it all in, looking deeply at what would be his new house for a while. There was a brand new Camaro parked in front of a garage, and Ben pulled up right behind it and killed the engine.

"We're here," he chimed, killing the silence as they sat there, still as everything around them.

Alex glared at him, not moving to unbuckle his seat belt. This was really happening. He couldn't move if he wanted to. In a flash, he saw Ben roll his eyes and snapped his hand forward, unbuckling his seat for him, solving the problem. "We have to get out sometime kiddo," he joked. Alex continued to sit there, not saying a word.

Ben sighed. "He's really not that bad." Still nothing. Silence, then Ben opened his door, and moved out of Alex's sight, getting his bags from the trunk.

Alex huffed in annoyance, opened the door, got out, and slammed it behind him, folding his arms over his chest in a very teenagery way. Ben raised an eyebrow, staring at him from across the roof of the car. Alex stared back. When Ben broke eye contact, Alex muttered, "You sure I can't come back with you?"

Ben glanced back at him, amused. "And put up with that attitude?" he joked. "No can do, kiddo. Jones' orders. I would like to keep my job, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't," Alex muttered lightly.

Ignoring him in amusement, Ben turned his back to Alex, and trampled through the grass. Alex reluctantly trailed behind him, and walked up the stairs to the concrete porch. Ben smiled faintly in triumphant at him before knocking lightly on the wooden door. After a moment or so, Alex heard footsteps padding to the door from inside, and he took a step to the left, using Ben's height to his advantage. He definitely not hiding. He was... observing from a safe distance. He was a spy after all, he reasoned. He saw Ben chuckling at his action, and raised a hand in the air mockingly, ready to hit Ben in the back if the door hadn't of swung open at that given moment.

Alex heard a small gasp of surprise as his mystery guardian took in Ben. "Fox?" a Hispanic accented voice asked in shock.

"Yeah, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Ben commented lightly. He rolled his eyes from behind Ben.

Alex heard the voice chuckle lightheartedly. "It sure has. Why are you here, though? Is it about that charge MI6 is sending me?"

"Uh... yeah, it is," Ben said slowly, jabbing an elbow behind him all to obviously, hitting Alex slightly in the stomach, hinting him to speak up.

Alex groaned to himself. He might as well get it over with now, before Ben came up with other, more painful ways of getting him to speak. With a gulp, he popped his head around, looking around Ben's shoulder. "Hi-"

Alex cut himself off as he gazed at his new guardian, feeling the third shock of the day hitting him pretty hard. "Wolf?" he asked, eyes wide, staring at the very familiar soldier standing before him.

SO, how was it? I think it's pretty cringy, but oh well. Tell me if it needs more details. Its pretty short, but it is only the first chapter. I hope they will get longer as more chapters are released, but I hope you liked it!