A/N: I decided to go in a different direction with this story than I had originally planned. It was quite weird actually, because all the ideas came to me as I was writing this chapter. (I had some other ideas but I thought this plot twist would be better, hehe). Anywho, I felt I had to write another arguement between Mrs. Jones and Mr. Blunt, because it felt wrong without it! So if you find that part boring...ignore it and keep reading because the last half is REALLY juicy! (even I didn't see this one coming lol) Hope you enjoy!

xoxo CreativeBeauty


Chapter 3: First impressions, suggestions, and surprises

"Alan…Alan. How could you?" said Mrs. Jones, massaging her temples. She felt like she was talking to a five year old on crack that thought he was superman. When was he ever going to learn?

"Hmph." Mr. Blunt snorted. "If you're questioning Eric's capability and skill requirements to be a full fledged MI6 agent, I would suggest you not argue with me on this one." said Mr. Blunt in a detached voice.

"But he's your son goddamnit!" Mrs. Jones replied angrily, half-shouting.

"Which makes him even more reliable that Alex. I've put him through spy training since he was a little boy." Mr. Blunt said calmly.

"Oho! So you think that makes him…or rather qualifies him to work for us?" Mrs. Jones huffed. "What if he dies…What will happen to you? Are you ready to accept the consequences of him being a MI6 agent?!"

"That will never happen because first of all, Eric is careful, very careful." Mr. Blunt said, emphasizing on the careful. "And second of all…don't you think I already thought all of this? This may seem irrational to you, but-"

Mrs. Jones cut him off. "Irrational? IRRATIONAL?!" Mrs. Jones said in disbelief. "No this doesn't sound or seem irrational to me, Mr. Blunt….It sounds CRAZY. IT SOUNDS LIKE THE STUPIDEST, MOST IDIOTIC IDEA I HAVE EVER HEARD!" shouted Mrs. Jones.

"Do you even realize Eric is only 14?!" said Mrs. Jones in an angry, quiet voice that was scarier than hell itself. "He may be the same age as Alex but he is your son for crying out loud!"

"Of course I do. I'm his father." replied Mr. Blunt, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Mrs. Jones's outrage didn't seem to faze him a single bit, which made Mrs. Jones even angrier.

Mrs. Jones huffed and made a Pfft sound. She couldn't believe Alan had the nerve or even the guts to send his own child to work in the force. He was out of his mind!

Mr. Blunt looked down at his watch. "Tulip, thank you for your concerns but I'm afraid we are going to have to continue this fun, little disagreement later. I have another commitment that I need to attend to." Mr. Blunt said coolly, turned on his heel, and left Mrs. Jones there in the hallway to vent about their little disagreement.


She looked around the airport as if it was poison. It looked like the place had been deprived of sunshine for a long time, something she loved back home in Arizona. Why had she agreed to do this? It's not like she minded disappointing her so-called father…but she minded disappointing her mother. Curse my oh-so remarkable kindness gift, she thought sarcastically.

She scanned the huge crowd as she came out of the terminal gate and looked for her father. She already hated the idea of calling him…dad. Christina thought he didn't deserve that title, as he never really was her dad to begin with. Where was he at her birthday parties? Where was he during the holidays? Why did he never take the time out to come out and actually visit her in Arizona? How come he never tried to call before? Sometimes she wondered if he even knew he had a fourteen year old daughter.

Christina felt an odd vibration in the inside of her back jean pocket. She pulled out her pink RAZR phone and answered it, hesitantly. She already knew who would be on the end of the other line, and to be honest, she felt extremely nervous. She had never talked to him before…and now she was already on her way to living with him for god knows how long.

"H-Hello?" said Christina, shakily. Dangit, Christina! Snap out of it!, she told herself.

"Oh, is this Christina?" said the strange, unfamiliar voice. The voice was deep and calm, yet weirdly monotone. Christina felt shivers run up and down her spine. It was as if she had heard his voice somewhere…but where?

"Yes, this is she" answered Christina, in a strong, confident voice. She wanted him to get a good first impression of her. She wanted him to know, that even though he wasn't there for her all those years, she was a strong and independent woman.

"Ahem, this is your…father" said the man, choking on the word father. She noticed how it was uncomfortable him to say that particular word. "I can't seem to locate you in this massive crowd. I need you to meet me at the information desk in five minutes." he said, and then Christina heard a click.

"H-Hello? Hello? Anybody there…?" said Christina, shocked. Christina shook her head, while shutting the phone. She knew it. She knew it all along. Going to live in England to with her dad definitely was a bad idea.

Christina thought about turning around and buying a plane ticket back to Arizona. But then she thought about how her mom would feel about her not living with her dad. Dammmnnnnnn, thought Christina along with a string of other profanities. Deep down (like way way WAY deep down ha-ha) inside though, she knew she wasn't really going to miss this chance of meeting her father.

Christina looked around hastily for the information desk. She followed all the signs and got there with 2 minutes to spare. She gazed at the people who were already there at the information desk. She tried to guess which one was her real father until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Christina whipped around to see a man with graying hair, a gray suit, and an expressionless face.

"Hello Christina, I am Alan Blunt and I am your …father." said Mr. Blunt, choking again on the word father, while extending his hand.


A/N: HAHAHA betcha didn't see that coming! (maybe you saw the descriptions leading up to the final unveiling...but still, I thought it was pretty neat! lol) So if Mr. Blunt is her father...that means (drumroll please!) hehe you'll have to figure it out for yourselves but I mean c'mon, it's super easy to figure out. D