You know you've been reading too much fanfiction when you start dreaming about it. ^_^
Disclaimer: Alex Rider does not belong to me.
Mollified
Alex had been called to the 'Bank' again.
Apparently Blunt wanted to discuss Alex's latest mission. After being lectured and not so subtly threatened, Alex had been more than ready to leave. He made it to the door before Ms Jones stopped him.
"Alex," She said, crossing the room after him. Alex turned to face her. She stood in front of him, blocking Blunt's view of the teen with her body. "We're glad you're alright." Jones continued, she reached out to pat his shoulder and dropped something small in his shirt pocket. Alex nodded, face blank, and left.
Once he was a safe distance from the bank, Alex retrieved what Jones had given him.
It was a small scrap of paper with only the name of a hospital and a room number.
That was how, less than an hour later, Alex ended up in the hospital room with a man he didn't recognize.
The face was too swollen for identification, it looked like the man had suffered a brutal beating. And if the bandages were any indication, he'd also been shot more than once.
The man's hair had obviously been dyed recently (and poorly, the man's scalp was still discolored).
But with the man's body type, and the fact that Jones had snuck Alex the location, it could only be one of two people.
The man on the bed was either Ian Rider or Yassen Gregorovich .
Either way, MI6 had lied to Alex, again.
It was equally plausible for Alex's uncle or his father's student to be the man on the bed.
Alex had never actually seen his uncle's body and while Yassen had died in front of Alex, how hard would it have been to restart the assassin's heart after Alex had left?
Alex stood and pondered this for an unknown amount of time until he was startled from his thoughts by a gabled whisper.
"Alex."
His name was more a plea, and while barely intelligible the desperation in the man's voice was heartbreakingly clear.
The man was awake, but only barely lucid. The morphine drip for his extensive injuries impairing the man's mental facilities.
Alex hesitated for only a moment before crawling onto the small hospital bed.
The man draped an arm across Alex and sighed, breathing deeply before succumbing back to sleep.
Alex lay motionless, still unsure of just who held him.
-Owari