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Alex shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable between the two buff men that were riding with him in the backseat. Anthony and Conner both looked out of their individual windows, and Alex was stuck watching the road in front of them as James drove them to the safehouse. Ben was in the passenger seat, and occasionally glanced at Alex as they drove.

Alex tried to stretch his legs but sitting between two of the biggest guys in the unit seemed to hinder him. His right leg had started hurting 30 minutes ago, and not being able to move was not helping. He tried not to grunt, as the car swung around a sharp curve. He would just have to live with it. Besides, how much longer could it take to get there. They had been driving for what seemed like forever.

"James, how much longer?" Conner asked with a slight whine in his voice. Eagle hadn't changed much since MI6 training a few months ago.

"Two hours" James grunted from the driver's seat.

"Can we pull over for a minute?" Conner was consistent with his questions and Ben turned around slightly looking at him from the front seat.

"Why?" Ben's voice was quiet, and didn't really have any emotion, but from what Alex could tell he was just as ready to get out of the car as Conner was.

"We need to stretch out back here. I'm starting to cramp up, and I'm sure Alex is feeling quite similar in his position. He's been squrimin for a while now" Conner said and suddenly 4 pairs of eyes were on Alex.

Anthony looked Alex up and down, trying to see if he was in any pain. Alex could hide it well though.

"James, pull over" Anthony said sternly, still looking at Alex. James pulled over to the side of the road, and looked at the occupants of the backseat with mild annoyance. Anthony was the first one out of the car, and he was pulling Alex along with him.

"What the hell?" Alex muttered as he was pulled along the back seat, and forced to sit on the edge of the seat with both of his legs hanging out of the door. His leg felt slightly better, but his stitches still hurt.

"How long has your leg been hurting Cub?" Anthony asked as he knocked on the trunk, wanting to be let in. It opened with a pop, and Anthony pulled out his Medical Bag. Alex didn't respond. Anthony had a slight annoyed tone of voice as he opened the bag, and kneeled down in front of Alex. Anthony pulled up Alex's pants leg, and looked at the angry red line of stitches that have been strained through the various acts that have happened today.

"How long Alex?" Ben asked standing over Anthony.

"My legs been hurting all day ok? What does it matter?" Alex asked with anger in his voice.

Anthony looked up at him and glared. The kid just had to learn the hard way didn't he? Alex glared right back, but inwardly he was slightly intimidated.

"What does it matter? I'm about to have to restitch you up right here on the side of the road Cub. That's why it matters" Anthony growled at him as he looked at the leg and slightly torn stitches.

"Do we have to do this here?" Alex asked with anger in his voice.

"Do you want it to stop hurting? Or do you want it to continue to hurt, and possibly get infected?" Anthony growled at Alex, and Alex didn't answer him. Anthony just sighed, and began taking the stitches out of Alex's leg.

Alex tried not to let his pain show, but he couldn't help it. It showed anyway, right on his face. Anthony sighed, and tried to be as gentle as possible, but he knew this would hurt.

After taking the stitches out, he got the rest of his equipment ready, and got the disinfectant ready to sterilize the wound, and prepared Alex for the pain.

"This will hurt" he muttered and put the alcohol cloth on Alex's leg. The pain was horrible. Alex moved his leg, trying to get away from the pain, but Anthony held his hand there over the wound, until he was certain that the wound was clean. Anthony looked up at the teenager and sighed, he knew this would really be the worst part.

He got the needle clean and started in on the job of stitching the boy back up. He did quick work of the job, and then handed Alex some tylenol before closing the bag and standing up again.

"Next time you're in pain tell me!" Anthony said as he picked up the bag, and put it back in the trunk. Alex went to stand for a second, but Anthony stopped him. "Standing right now might not be the most comfortable. But, it might be wise if you sit up front. You need to be able to stretch out your leg if need be, and be able to move it around, so it'll do you good for you to sit up front. Conner, you can sit in the middle now" Anthony said, and Conner groaned, but did what was requested.

Anthony grabbed onto Alex's arm gently, but firmly, and helped pull him up. Alex shook him off.

"I can walk!" Alex growled and started to walk with pain around the open car door. Anthony shook his head, but let him do as he wanted to. They quickly switched seats and started on the road again.

After the two hour drive they pulled up to a big secluded house in the woods. Alex had no clue where he was, and he was sure no one would find out. He actually felt safe. He looked at the big house, and shrugged. It looked nice, and rather spacious from the outterior. Maybe this would be alright for a while.

"Before we go in" James started as he put the car in park in the driveway. He looked at the occupants in the car and continued "I don't think we are alone during our stay here. I don't know these men, and I haven't been told anything about them. Don't trust them." James finished talking, and looked at Alex with a blank face, but then turned away and opened his car door, and carefully got out.

Alex followed from the other side. He was the last out of the car. James walked to the door, ignoring their things until he had a chance to talk to the other occupants, and knocked. The door opened slowly, and Alex found himself looking at the familiar looking man with question. Alex looked at the hard face, and eyed the man carefully. He knew this man, and had known him for some while now. Alex slowly walked to where James was talking to the man at the door. The man still stood a foot and a half taller than Alex, and looked down on him in surprise when Alex walked up.

"I thought you were dead" Alex accused with a hard tone of voice, forcing himself not to run into the man's chest and hug the life out of him.

"Alex" Ian Rider stated as he looked down at his nephew that he hadn't seen in seven months; Seven long, agonizing months. He knew this only meant one thing, his nephew was in trouble.

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