Alex P.O.V
"So what happened to Mom?" I ask breaking the silence in the car. It's been a VERY long car ride so far anyway, and this is the only question I haven't asked. I've asked about his missions, and why he pretended to die, but I've been holding off on asking this question.
"Well Helen was with me when I was pretending to die, she insisted on coming. She knew the plan and even trained for it, believe it or not she was also working for MI6. It's how we met." Dad says from the front seat, Ian is driving, I'm in the back seat alone, shivering under my favorite blanket.
"Mom was MI6?" I ask and he nods without looking back at me. "Did she train with you at B.B?" I ask and I hear Ian snicker while trying to concentrate on driving.
"Yes. Anyway your mother knew the plan, she helped me set it up. We had a countdown timer to see when we should jump, I guess hers had the wrong time, or stopped because when I got off with seconds to spare, she didn't. We were in different parts of the plane so I had no idea if she was alive until after the incident."
"Why did you make this plan in the first place? Why couldn't MI6 just say 'oh yea John, and Helen Rider are dead' and go on with it?" I ask and Ian again laughs, giving dad a look as if to say 'I'll handle this'.
"Really Alex? Do you really believe people would believe were dead if they didn't have any evidence to say we were, like the plan blowing up has to be on video. It has to be on a record that something happened there. Like when I 'died' do you think that I could just walk away without any evidence?"
"But people die without evidence everyday." I say back, questioning him and dads reason.
"Not spies Alex. Spies have the best health in the world, they have to, to do what they do. SCORIPA would know something is up if MI6 just happened to say 'they died of natural causes all around the same time'. Don't you think that's a little crazy?" He asks and I guess he's right. I wouldn't believe it if I were SCORIPA.
"So you just let her die?" I ask and the silence is back again taking over the heated discussion.
"NO. I did NOT just let her die Alex." Dad says through clenched teeth, Ian coughs a little bit uncomfortable.
"Then why isn't she alive?" I ask and dad turns around to me glaring his eyes through me.
"ALEX JOHN RIDER! YOU WERE NOT THERE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! YOU WOULDNN'T UNDERSTAND" He yells madly and stomps his foot on the car carpet. I sink back into the seat covered by my blanket, feeling the tension from him yelling at me. He shouldn't of yelled at me, it's his fault she's dead. "Just go to sleep Alex." He sighs speaking quietly this time.
Annoyed I lay down in the seat and cover up with the blanket. This is insane, I'm not even sure if this guys my dad or not, and he's already telling me what to do. That isn't right. I hate him, I hate his guts. I hate his 'leave-for-14-years-then-come-back-like-nothing-ever-happened' guts. I try to control my anger as I lay in the seat facing the back of the car covered up with my favorite fuzzy blanket. Who is he to tell me what to do? He isn't exactly the fatherly figure that everyone wants.
"Alex." I don't turn around at John's voice instead I let him talk to my back. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of yelled at you."
I ignore him, letting the silence fill the car again, and within the silence and rage I fall asleep, feeling slightly light headed.
I wake up and the car is stopped, I hear noise outside and I groan before sitting up. Where the crap are we? Oh right B.B, or hell, as I refer. I start to shiver with the blanket off of my body, and it's no help the car is freezing with the heater off. I open the door, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders and step out of the car causing attention to myself. Four men stop grabbing things from the trunk and stair at me.
"Cub?" I cuddle further into the blanket and just nod.
"Yea what about it?" I ask and they don't say anything for a second or two. They look at me with little emotion, if any at all.
"Nothing man. You've earned my respect. John as your father, and Ian as your uncle, I owe those men my life." Wolf says and I just look freaked out. They aren't suppose to like me, or John and Ian being my family. "I'm sure they would want you inside, they told us your sick."
"What they don't know wont hurt them. Now let me help." I say and tie the blanket at my neck letting it hang off my shoulders like the cape of batman.
"I would go inside if I were you kid. I mean with John as a dad I'm sure you don't want to get into trouble much." Snake says and the others laugh.
"He's not my dad." I mutter before making my way to the cabin. The cabin is much larger this time, with 7 beds instead of 4 or 5. Wolf, Snake, Fox, and Eagle have their beds made up neatly, three beds in the back of the cabin have nothing but a bundle of blankets on it. I take the furthest one from the others and take it. I begin to make my bed, when I hear the door open and shut.
I turn around to be faced with no one other than John.
"Alex, I brought your bag in for you. When you get done unpacking and making your bed I want you to go to bed. You're still running a fever, I checked it while you were sleeping, I'm surprised you haven't had the urge to vomit yet." At that note I run off to the bathroom in the cabin and dispose my last mean. Growling at John I walk out of the bathroom after wiping my face and start to unpack.
I'm almost finished unpacking when the other members of this cabin enter the 'house' and go to their own beds.
"How are you feeling Al?" Ian says looking at me closely. "You look a little green." He says and laughs just a bit before going serious again.
"Your brother cursed me with his 'I'm surprised you haven't vomited' phrase." I say and watch John go from his bed to the cabinet. I have to bite my tongue when he starts commenting on the work that I did putting up my clothes. "Alex, this isn't neat. This is horrible." John says causing everyone to look at him.
"John, lay off. Alex doesn't feel good." Ian says and puts his arm protectively around my shoulder. "Besides, he was never good at folding clothes were ya Alex?"
"Ian you don't understand. If it were normal teenage habits then I would be fine with it, but it's not. Normal teenagers care about how they look. Alex this is so messy, your clothes will be all wrinkly and you'll look plane bad." He says and I have to bite my tongue yet again to keep myself from exploding.
"Do you want me to do it again?" I ask through together teeth. He smirks in my face and nods.
"Yes I do want you to do it again. Then you can go to bed." he says and I walk over to the dresser all but nicely. I take out everything I own in the dresser and sit there for an hour trying to fold everything neatly. He even has the nerve to come over to me and show me what I'm doing wrong.
After basically telling me every fault that I have I cant hold it in any longer. If he even says one more thing I will say something back to him. Even if it's just a simple order. I can't stand this anymore. I just wish he was dead.
"Alex go to bed." he says and I turn on him in a second standing on my tippie toes to where I'm his height and my face get's hotter, and it's not from the fever.
"WHO ARE YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO?" I yell at him, causing everyone to jump at the intensity of the situation.
"YOUR FATHER THAT'S WHO." He yells back, Ian comes between us, but John just pushes him back out of it. "SOME FATHER. YOU HAVENT BEEN AROUND FOR 14 YEARS THEN YOU COME UP HERE SAYING YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME ORDERS."
"I AM YOUR FATHER. FATHERS ARE SUPPOSE TO DO THAT."
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO TAKE ORDERS FROM YOU, A PERSON WHO CLAMES TO BE MY FATHER." I yell then Ian comes over to me. Easily over taking me in strength he pushes me to my bed and makes me sit down without even using his voice.
"Alexander Jonathan Rider. I hope to God, for your sake, that you have a good reason for making a scene." Ian says through clenched teeth. I cant believe him.
"Ian, do you actually believe this man?" I ask and Ian looks like he can slap me right now, but he doesn't.
"Alex your lucky I don't pull you over my knee and bust your ass good for this." He says, knowing he hasn't given me a spanking since last year, and that wasn't my fault.
"I cant believe your acting so stupid." I yell and they all stair at me in silence.
"I cant believe your being so difficult." Wolf says from his bunk. "Why cant you just except that he's your father and he wants the best for you?"
"MAYBE BECAUSE HE'S NOT MY FATHER"