Ok, this is only my second fanfic and my first for Alex Rider so let me know what you think. The first chapter may be more boring because it sets the scene.

Disclaimer: Well, first off I'm a girl, secondly I'm american and thirdly I'm not Anthony Horowitz so I obviously don't own Alex Rider. Though I do own my OC's.

Jack shouldered his backpack and followed the flood of students exiting the school, anxious to start their weekend. It was June and the bright sun seemed to outline his surroundings. He swung his leg over his trusty bike and began pedaling towards home. He stored his bike in the shed behind his two story colonial home. He hopped up the porch steps and entered his open yet cozy, home. It was quiet, as his parents were still at work, so he dumped his backpack and headed upstairs to his room.

After a few hours of lounging about he decided to start his homework, so as to look as though he was being productive when his parents got home. He was sitting at the kitchen counter attempting to unscramble a particularly complex algebra problem when his mother walked in, her long brown hair swaying in its ponytail. She was wearing her usual black suit that fit her flawlessly and a small smile lit up her beautiful face. "Am I supposed to believe you've been working on homework this whole time? Nice try, kiddo." Jack grinned at her, "It was worth a shot." She put her elbows on the countertop opposite Jack and leaned forward, "So, how was school." Jack grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl resting on the counter next to him and took a bite, "Oh, you know, the usual boredom, but I got an A on my math test." She smiled at him, "You obviously got your mathematic skill from your dad; I'm hopeless." Jack's grin widened and he waited a bit before saying, "Oh, sorry, is this the part where I'm supposed to disagree? My bad." His mom halfheartedly smacked him upside the head and then ruffled his dirty blonde hair as she passed. "Hey!" he cried indignantly. By this time she had reached the stairs, and turned to look at him and laugh. "Deal with it," and with that she exited the room.

Half an hour later Jack slammed his textbook shut with a look of triumph on his face, "Done." He heard the door open and close, bringing with it a smell that was a mixture of smoke and something indefinable that Jack had come to associate with his dad. A moment later the man himself appeared in the doorway. People always told Jack how much he looked like his dad, with the wavy blonde hair, seemingly permanent tan and sharply defined face. The only differences were Jack's bright blue eyes and short statue (though as he was only 13 he was crossing his fingers for a growth spurt), courtesy of his mother. "Hey buddy, watcha doing?" his dad asked. "Nothing right now." His father grinned mischievously, "Well, we'll just have to fix that won't we?" Suddenly a slender arm snaked its way around hi dad's waist. "Oh no, you don't. The last time you guys were bored you almost blew up the house," came a feminine voice as his mother made her appearance. Jack began to protest, "It was only a small fire and it was his fault!" pointing his finger accusingly at his father who muttered, "Way to throw me under the bus." His mother just laughed, "Well, I guess now we know why he became a firefighter," she joked. "So he could put out his own messes." His dad looked down at her, "Well, that's why you love me, right?" She looked right back at him and said, "Now, what gave you that idea?" a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "This," he replied and proceeded to kiss her passionately. "Oi! Get a room!" Jack yelled. His parents resurfaced and his dad just grinned, "In case you've forgotten, I've already got a whole house." Jack grumbled, "I'm officially scarred for life."

The next day was Saturday so by the time Jack walked downstairs, fully dressed, it was almost 11:00. He entered the kitchen to find his dad seated at the table, staring at a piece of paper intently. His brow was furrowed and he was frowning, deep in thought. Jack opened the fridge door got out the milk and grabbed cereal from the cupboard before speaking, "Where's mom?" His dad jerked his head up, his serious brown eyes looking miles away. "Oh," he said distractedly. "Some newbie messed up on an article, your mom had to go in and fix it." Jack winced sympathetically; Jack's mom was could be scary when she was in her no-nonsense journalist mode. That poor newbie was probably cowering in fear, despite her lack of height. "Okay, I'm going to meet Will, Todd and Jessie at the park for some soccer." Jack loved the sport and was quite good at it, another skill inherited from his father. His dad's frown deepened and his eyes looked wary, as if he was battling with himself. "Ok, but take your cell phone and call me immediately if anything happens." Jack looked at his father a bit concerned, what did he think was going to happen? Jack brushed the thought away and simply replied, "Sure, see ya dad." Then

The sun beat down upon the suburbs just outside LA where Jack lived. As he pedaled down the street Jack felt an uneasy pickle run through the hair on the back of his neck. He turned around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. When he refocused his attention in front of him he saw a long, jacked piece of wood that he swore had not been there before lying in the road. In an effort to avoid it Jack swerved his bike to the left only to have his front tire meet the curb. He could only think, this is gonna hurt, before he smashed into first a tree and then the ground. Jack Rider's whole world shuddered and the color fled, leaving him with only black.

Well, first chapter down, let me know what you think! Also, Jack is an OC, just in case you didn't catch on to the fact that he's a guy and not a perky redheaded women...