Eres Seguro Conmigo

Okay, I've got two things to say. First, I'm sorry this is so late. Second, I have to say that I was extremely disappointed. A total of two people reviewed. Two. Out of the month I've given you. And I mean, c'mon, you guys asked for this fanfic. I held a poll, and the most votes went to this one. Did you not like it? Is it because Alex is a girl? Is it because I said it was going to become an Eagle/Alex relationship? 'Cause if that's it, then why didn't you say so? Why didn't you tell me? Also, it's gonna be minor (I hope) for the majority of the story. I really only have one major Eagle/Alex chapter, and- I should really shut up right now before I give anything away.

Anyway, I got a bunch of story alerts, even a bunch of favorite stories. But two reviews. Only two. What does that tell me about the rest of the story? I mean, I think I got more reviews than this for A New Identity's Prologue, and that stunk. So, thanks to LarkaTheWhiteWolf and Mrs. Frank Hardy for reviewing. You both made my day. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to you two. Enjoy!

I do not own Alex Rider. I mean, really, do I look like I own a great series like Alex Rider? 'Cause if you say yes, you need to get your eyes checked.

By the way, extremely long definition coming up. So watch out.

Also, my space bar is acting up, so I'm sorry in advance if I didn't catch anything. (By 'anything' I mean words that ran together without me meaning to.)

Worry

wor∙ry (wûr'ē-sǝm) adj. 1. Causing worry or anxiety.

Tending to worry; anxious. -wor'ri∙some∙ly adv.

wor∙ry (wûr'ē) v. -ried, -rying, -ries. -intr. 1. To feel uneasy

about some uncertain or threatening matter; be troubled. 2.To

pull, bite, or tear at something. 3.To work under difficulty or

hardship; to struggle: worried away at a problem. -tr. 1. To

cause to feel anxious, distressed, or troubled. 2. To bother;

annoy: Don't worry me with your complaints. 3. a. To grasp and

tug at repeatedly: a dog worrying a bone. b. To touch, press, or

handle idly; toy with: worrying the sore tooth with his tongue.

-n., pl. worries. 1. The act of worrying or the condition of

being worried; mental uneasiness or anxiety. 2. A source of

nagging concern or uneasiness. -See synonyms at anxiety.

[Middle English worien, wirien, to seize by the throat, harass,

Old English wyrgan, to strangle. See wer-3 in Appendix.*]

-wor'ri∙er n.

I groaned as I woke up. Something was wrong, but I couldn't care less. I was all 'snug as a bug' as they say, perfectly comfy on Wolf's couch, and- Wait! Wolf's couch? I decided to crack open an eye, but the second one soon joined it's brother as I stared, wide-eyed, at the mess in front of me. The chairs were all overturned, the rug crumpled in its place. A bookcase had fallen over, its books spilling everywhere. Dark stains, well, stained the rug and flooring in the most random places. I was pretty much laying in the only undisturbed area in the entire room. It looked like the thing had gone through a war zone. What had happened? And how in the world did I manage to sleep through that? I struggled to remember, only recalling bits and pieces.

Oh wait, now I remember. I'd gone over to Wolf's house to celebrate the New Year, and Mrs. Jones called. Something about Alex. Then we'd had a Code Eagle thanks to Wolf and Snake. That must have been what had happened. Because I distinctly did not remember going to sleep in such a mess.

Anyway, what time is it? 'Cause I thought- Oh my gooey goodness! It's already seven o'clock! Why is that bad, you ask? Well, it'll take us about forty-five minutes to get to the Royal and General in the morning traffic*, and if our 'appointment' is at eight, then... yeah, not good.

"Everyone up!" I shrieked, leaping off of the couch. I then proceeded to jump around, avoiding the really messy and/or stained areas, as I made my way to the kitchen. This boy needed some food.

I was in the middle of eating breakfast (Frosted Flakes, yum**) when I realized that there were no sounds of getting up or getting ready. I groaned, finished my bowl, dumped said bowl into the sink, and then headed to Wolf's room.

I opened the door to see a lump under the covers on Wolf's bed. I sighed, and then yelled, "It is seven oh five! Get your stinken' -beep-beep-beep-beep- butt up!"

Wolf shot out of bed at the same time Snake yelled, "Language!"

Well, that's two people.

"Why didn't you say so?" Wolf cried, hurrying to pull on pants over the boxers he'd slept in.

"Well, I did say to get up." I pointed out, and Wolf shot me his shut-up-now-before-I-kill-you glare, but it didn't really faze me. After all, I've worked with Alex. Nothing can really faze me anymore.

"Have you eaten?" Wolf asked.

I nodded.

"Good. Go get Eagle up. Now." Wolf demanded.

I rolled my eyes as I left. Honestly, that was exactly what I was going to go do.

I entered Eagle's room to see him passed out on the floor. Snake had probably ended up drugging him to make him go to sleep. I eyed Eagle, wondering what I should do to make him wake up. Then I frowned. I wonder if Wolf still had that bullhorn...

+++one minute later+++

"Wake up Eagle!" I yelled through the bullhorn. Needless to say, Eagle woke up.

Soon, all four of us were dressed and ready to go.

"Well?" Wolf asked grumpily. "Are we going or not?"

We all piled into Wolf's truck; Wolf was driving, I had called shotgun, and Eagle and Snake were in the back.

"Soooo..." Eagle said. "Where are we going again?"

Wolf rolled his eyes and replied, "The Royal and General. Mrs. Jones called last night, saying she needed the four of us for something. No, I don't know what. All she said was that it involved Alex, aka Cub."

Eagle pouted, but didn't say anything else. That is, not for another fifty-six seconds. Believe me, I know. (I counted.)

"Ooooh!" Eagle yelled. "Lookatthat!"

He said the last part so fast that it sounded like one word, but I was still able to get what he meant. I turned to see what he was pointing at, only to see an ice-cream stand. I rolled my eyes. Only Eagle would find something like that worth pointing out.

Suddenly, I spotted my weakness, and, before I could do anything, my mouth was babbling away.

"Aaawww, you're such a cute puppy, aren't you?" I cooed, directing the words at an extremely cute German Shepherd. Granted, it wasn't a puppy, but... And my mouth kept going, "You've got such a pretty coat, you know that? Oh you do, don't you? Oh yeah, you're such a cute puppy."***

I slowly stopped as I noticed my old unit mates staring at me incredulously.

"Uh, Fox?" Snake asked uncertainly. "Do you, ya know, wanna talk about something?"

"Oh, fine!" I snapped. "I love animals, okay? I can't help it!"

"Alright, Fox." Wolf muttered.

I couldn't help but groan. Now, not only did Alex know of my 'addiction' but so did Wolf, Eagle, and Snake. They'd be sure to use it for blackmail.

"We're here." Wolf said several minutes later. I looked up from where I was reading a Charlie Parker mystery (they usually calm me down) to see that he was right. "You guys go on ahead." Wolf continued. "I'll park the car and then come join you guys."

Then he pulled up to the curb, and Eagle, Snake, and I hopped out. We waved goodbye, and he nodded and then pulled away.

The three of us walked slowly to the front door, and I skirted the... the stain in front of the door, ignoring the others' weird looks. I still couldn't believe the lack of security MI6 used to have.

One of the security guards noticed me and nodded, giving me a reassuring look. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Alex wasn't dead. If she had been, Brad (the security guard) wouldn't have given me that look. He knew how close we were, and made sure to get news from Mrs. Jones before we got here. If he gave us a reassuring look, then the other wasn't dead. If he ignored us, then... well, you get my gist. By the way, Brad does not know that Alex is a girl, as she disguised herself every time she came. Anyway, Mrs. Jones understood us and even went to Brad now to let him know.

Then something that hadn't happened before did. Brad gave me a worried look. What did that mean? Brad must have seen my confused face because he glanced around and then took out his cell. Approximately twenty-three seconds later, my phone buzzed.

I yanked it out and read the text I'd just received. 'He's alive, but I heard he's been captured. ... By Scorpia.' I let out a small gasp and looked back at Brad, now extremely worried.

Suddenly, I realized I'd stopped walking, and Eagle and Snake were staring at me impatiently. I realized that Eagle must have already gone into his 'mission' mode. I was grateful. I couldn't handle a hyper Eagle. Not right now.

"Sorry." I muttered, hurrying to catch up. Then we passed Brad, and he leaned over to whisper, "Don't worry, Daniels. He's a tough kid."

I shot him a thankful look, but at the same time, I couldn't help but think, "Yeah, he is. But is she?"

Um, so I was gonna have the whole meeting with Mrs. Jones in here, too, but figured this would be a great place to stop. Sorry!

* I really don't know if England has morning traffic, but where I live, we do. A lot of morning traffic, actually. And the trains? Yeah. It's way better to use the trains in the early afternoon. You don't want to in the morning or at night. That's when they're packed and you end up standing. Not fun.

** I don't actually like Frosted Flakes, but I didn't see Ben as a Cheerios person. (my personal favorite)

*** Um, yeah... I decided to put this in because it's what I do. With any animal, really. Show me any animal, whether it be a dog, cat, bird, bear, fox, even a ferret [Those are actually really cute. I know because I used to work at the animal shelter and we got two of them. My friends and I named them Curious George (he was really curious) and Bandit (because of the black fur around his eyes), but the people who adopted them named them Vanilla and Chocolate. Really unoriginal in my opinion, but...] and I'll do that. (As long as my friends aren't around.) Well, sometimes I'll do it. It usually happens when I can't actually touch them. No, I don't do it at the zoo. Then I'll keep staring and watching it until it's out of view. Call me a creeper if you want for staring, but I love animals.

And that's it! Sorry again for the wait, but, ya know...

I'm also gonna start asking questions. They're all going to be about Alex Rider and Alex Rider FF, and I'll answer them myself in the chapter they're asked. So here's this chapter's question.

Which K-Unit member is your favorite? And I do count Fox/Ben as a member of K-Unit.

My favorite is Ben. I love how he interacts with Alex, especially the brotherly scenes. I don't really like slash between the two, though. I mostly prefer them as brothers. (I love reading about how worried Ben gets about Alex.)

Please review!