A/N: There will be a French word in here and I'm pretty sure it's not in the right context, so I apologize for that. If you now the correct way to say it please tell me.

"I'm sorry sweetie, you just scared me a bit."

A bit, was a major understatement. Alex was now nursing a possibly broken arm. It had been bandaged and an ice pack was positioned on top. He also sported a few bruises on his back and face.

Johanna had been lying in the couch when Alex sat on her legs prompting her to go into super crazy assassin mode and beat the living daylights out of the poor, unsuspecting blonde. Alex winced as he remembered that particular moment in time when her left hand had smashed into the side of his jaw. It took her about 5 minutes to figure out what happened and by then the teen was practically dead. He hadn't lost consciousness at all during the little scuffle, although he got pretty close to that line.

"Maybe we should get you to the hospital, don't you think sweetie?" Johanna gave him an apologetic look. She was standing in front of Alex with her hands on her knees and her back slightly bent so she was at eye level with the blonde who was sitting on his bed.

Alex glared, "No." he said shortly.

Johanna frowned, "Are you sure sweetie?" Alex fidgeted, he was pissed. Yes, I'm sure and a stop calling me 'sweetie'," he replied icily.

"Hm, okay then." Johanna stood up straight and crossed her arms over her chest in a thoughtful position, "How about sweetheart?"

"No."

"Sugar plum?"

"No."

"Honey?"

"No."

"What about doll?"

"Hell no! Just call me Alex!"

Johanna paused and looked at him carefully. "You remind me of an old friend of mine..." Alex shivered, the look the older woman gave him was slightly creepy.

"Aha! I'll call you Brownie!"

Alex looked appalled, "No! And what's with all the food references?!" Johanna tilted her head to the side and smiled, "Well I was feeling a little hungry, plus, sugary foods suit you. You're so cute!" she gushed like a high school girl. Alex paled. This woman had to be at least twenty, but she acts like she was in 9th grade.

"Come on Miel, let's eat at a restaurant today!"

The blonde blinked. Miel...honey? What?

Ian hadn't drilled all those French language lessons into his head for nothing. Miel meant honey in French, oh dear lord, was she going to start giving him nicknames in different languages too?!

"It makes no difference if you say it in French or English! Just call me Alex!" The teen was near his tolerance limit, one more push and he was going to storm out of the room and put on his whole 'teenager phase' act, injury or no injury.

Johanna looked surprised, "You understand French?"

Alex gave a small nod, his head still ached from the punch to the face.

"That's brilliant! Let's go have a holiday in France! It'll be so much fun, start packing now, we can leave tonight!" The dark-red haired woman started listing all the things they could do and began writing down items to bring on the trip.

"You've got to be joking." Alex said deadpanned. "It's the middle of the school semester and you want to leave, for France, tonight? What the hell?!"

"Why not? Wouldn't you prefer a nice relaxing holiday in a beautiful city to those boring textbooks?" Johanna did a little twirl and clapped her hands.

Alex lost it, "No! I need to go to school to catch up on my studies! MI6 screwed that up already so don't you start with those crappy holiday ideas!"

Johanna pouted childishly, "Are you sure, Miel?"

"I'm positive, and please, just call me Alex." The blonde was starting to feel tired. No surprise there, he had been woken up at around 3am and it was now 8 o'clock in the morning. It's a good thing today was Sunday.

"I'm going to bed, can you please leave the room?" Alex said sleepily and yawned for effect.

Johanna frowned but walked out of the room anyways, shutting the door behind her with a little click. Alex lay on his stomach on the bed a buried his face in the pillow. He was dead asleep in under twenty seconds.

"Wakey wakey! You have school today don't you?"

The bed sheets were thrown of the bed and the curtains were fully open, letting the bright, morning sun cover the blonde teen.

Alex groaned, "Five more minutes Jack..." he mumbled and shoved his head under his pillow.

Johanna raised an eyebrow, "Who's Jack? My name's Johanna, you do know that right. My my, it seems you're suffering from short term memory. You even read my file last night!"

Alex was suddenly wide awake.

Jack...was gone...

"Fuck you," he hissed and picked his covers off the ground. The dark red-haired assassin took a step back and put her hands up.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to insult you sweetheart, but you'll be late if you don't hurry now." Johanna said putting on a cheerful smile.

Alex's pillow flew across the room and smacked the assassin in the face, "Get out, I'll get changed now."

Johanna hastily moved our of the room chucking the pillow back at him and doing a little skip down the stairs. Alex sat up and drew the curtains shut a bit. He spaced out for a while, thinking about Jack.

I hope you're having fun up there...

Alex pulled out his drawer and grabbed his uniform, "I'm ready for hell..." He muttered and pushed open the door to his room only to be almost hurt by a plate of pancakes.

"I made breakfast!" Johanna sang and shoved the plate into his hands. The pancakes were stacked up high and drenched in maple syrup. Alex stared in shock, there was no way he could finish this much food.

Tentatively, he cut out a part using the fork. Alex twirled the piece of food before popping it into his mouth. It tasted delicious and he scoffed down about half of them before he had eaten enough.

He made his way downstairs and placed the remaining food in the kitchen before pulling on his shoes, "I gotta go now, thanks for the pancakes," he called out and promptly left.

"See you after school, honey!" Johanna smiled at him and waved.

"It's Alex!"