Hey guys, thanks a million for your positive reviews, really made me smile there =] So here's the second one for you, it's Ian's posthumous letter to Alex. Enjoy!

Dear Alex,

If you're reading this I must be dead. And you must be pissed. You never were very good with your emotions-anger, sadness, things like that. Just like your father. When that

man got angry or sad the world would fall apart. You're just like him. You know Alex, you are much more like him than you know. It hurt me-to keep everything about your past from you,

so I guess now's a good time to tell. Now before I get started with that let's just get the basics done and over with; I hope you know however it is that I died, I didn't mean it. I would

never leave you on purpose-you're not the only person that has only one person left to call family. I might not have openly showed it all the time but you meant as much to me as I did to

you and I would never do anything to hurt you. I know MI6 has probably pulled you in, but that was pretty much inevitable. You can blame the entire Rider family for that. I didn't really

plan on joining MI6 myself but curse the family, I got pulled into it the same way you're being; through the death of family. Except for you it's your uncle and for me it was my parents. I

had John and you have Jack. Simple differences. And just know that I had to hide my being an agent from you and Jack. I didn't want you to get involved with any of it. I wanted to live

under the delusion that I could protect you from having to face that one day. I tried, Alex, god knows I tried.

Alright, now that, that's done, I think we can move on. I think you deserve a good explanation from me. From me because I'm sure if you've joined MI6, then you've run into people of my

and John's past, people like Ash, or Yassen and many others. And I'm sure you've heard many stories as well, but I need you to trust what I tell you to be the honest to god truth. So do

yourself a favor and sit down; this is going to take a while.

Your father…he was a good man and you reminded me so much of him that at first I couldn't even look at you. Since I'm dead and have nothing to lose I feel no shame in saying that

as collective and perfect I made myself seem, I was a coward. Back then at least; when your father died I was only 20 of four months. My brother was my life. Seven years my senior, he

was the one that basically raised me and he meant the world to me. Your mother was just as close, she was like a sister to me. And having to lose the both of them so fast so soon hurt.

I hope you will never have to face the pain I had to face the day I was told your parents were dead. And then they told me both your parents had named me to be your legal guardian. I

was just barely 20, I'd just lost the two most important people of my life and now my three month old nephew who was a spitting image of my beloved brother, was under my care. I'm

sure you can imagine things were a little rough. And to top it off I had MI6 to deal with. You can hardly blame me for ending up a little messed up. Eventually I began to look at you less

as John and more as you. Meaning you became John's legacy-you were his son and we had something in common. You know what that was, Alex? We had no one else. We were both

alone in the world other than one another. It was precisely that, which made me care for you unconditionally and grow the need to protect you and keep you safe.

However as I'm sure you're learning very rapidly, life in MI6 isn't easy. Rather anything but. It was hard. For me to have to juggle your safety with my work. And to add to that, Jack

was my responsibility as well, seeing as she was living under my roof. Of course later I came to care for her safety almost as much as your own but that is beside the point. Sometimes it

was incredibly hard to balance out both parts of my life-both to be perfect in the MI6 world as well as yours. And sometimes I lost track of yours. So for that I apologize deeply because

don't ever, for a single second think that I didn't know how much it affected you because I knew. I sure as hell knew.

I'm sure you've already, and if you haven't then soon will run into both your father's and my own enemies. Bent on revenge or something like that. Listen to me and listen to me

good when I warn you to trust no one in our world. In this world everyone is an enemy and friendship is an excuse for betrayal. Your father learned that the hard way and I wish you

never have to come across the situation he came across. Anthony Sean Howell or Ash as you'll probably know him, your father trusted him with his life. Biggest mistake he ever made

because in the end Ash was the one that killed him-then disappeared off the face of the earth because I went off in a wild rampage and almost killed him. I won't go into the details-you'll

probably find them out on your own. That and I would like to finish this letter without having a complete breakdown. But the point is, keep yourself alert and aware, Alex, you've stepped

into dangerous territory and I'm afraid you probably won't be getting out soon. So be careful-and if you're reading this then please, for both of our sake, be more careful than I was.

I am leaving this letter in my personal storage within MI6 ranks itself where it is most safe. I trust you'll find it or it will be given to you when the time is right. There is an infinite

amount of things more that I'd love to spend the rest of eternity telling you, but I'm afraid I'm a bit short on time right now-I'll be leaving for Cornwall in a little while. But with the little

time I've got I just wanted you to know that you are my nephew, you are the son of my brother and you are my blood. And though I am not allowed to show it as much as I'd like, I do-

er, did love you. I'm sorry I couldn't be the uncle you wanted me to be. I'm sorry. Take care, Alex, live a good life and most of all be happy.

Your Uncle,

Ian James Rider

Alex fell to the ground out of his crouch and took a deep breath. Calm down, Rider, getting emotional now isn't going to help anybody. He sat down properly, tucking his legs underneath him, and set Ian's letter on the ground next to him. He brushed the back of his hand across his eyes, took another deep breath and pulled the next sheet of paper from the pile and began to read...

Alright, so that was Ian to Alex. I know there are a few things in there that aren't from Horowitz's actual franchise but if you've read my other stories such as Quondum Iterum or Infragilis Vinvulum, you'd know those are a few things I always hold in Ian's background when writing him. Hope it wasn't too oc =] That and the fact that I made Ian open up his mind a bit and show his emotions, I hope it wasn't very oc =]

Anywho, the next one is going to be from Ian to Jack *insert series of awwww's* I look at Jack and Ian's relationship as a romantic one so the letter will hint likewise. So hopefully I'll have that one up soon. Till then,

Review!! =]