Hello people! This chapter's going to be the longest yet, because I'm introducing the whole of K-unit now! Enjoy, and please review!

And with that, Matt walked out. Tom looked at Carl, and he shrugged.

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, Tom."

The next day, Alex bombarded Tom with questions about his new guardian.

"Tom!" Alex cried.

"What?" he snapped, obviously annoyed with his incessant questioning. He had been asked the whole freaking day, and he just wanted to go back to the flat.

"Can I come over this afternoon? Jack's out and I'm bored. Maybe we could do homework together." And check out my new guardian in the process, added Tom in his head.

"No!" he said, a little too quickly. Alex narrowed his eyes at him. "Why?"

"Um…" Tom racked his brain to find a good excuse. Sadly, he found none.

"ALEX!" someone yelled. The two boys snapped their heads around, only to see a group of blushing girls standing at the doorway. "Hey Alex, hello Tom." One of the girls, Andrea, said. "Um…hi?" Alex replied lamely. Tom mentally face-palmed. Alex was never good with girls, and he was supposed to be a mini James Bond! But then again, Alex never was interested in girls, and Tom was definitely not interested in Alex becoming a man whore.

The girls giggled, and Andrea spoke again. "Alex, would you like to go to the movies with us? If you don't like the cinema, the drama club is performing a version of Titanic next Friday, and I thought maybe we could go together."

There were several cries of 'Hey, I thought I was going with him!' but they were ignored. "Sorry," Alex said, looking amused, "but I'm not into movies or theatre." He spun on his heel, and called over his shoulder. "My apologies. See you around. Tom, you coming?"

Tom hurried to catch up to him, and heard some disappointed groans and comments that he was 'such a gentleman when he turned us down' and 'he's so freaking hot!'. Alex raised an eyebrow.

"You've got a fanclub." Tom explained. Alex looked horrified. "Seriously? Oh no…I'm a bloody spy, I'm supposed to lay low, not be the talk of the town."

Tom chuckled at the irony. "And how can you not be the talk of the town with all those mysterious absences?"

"True. So…can I go home with you?"

Tom resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall. Nothing would come out of it anyway, only a big bruise. Now, Tom was the master of manipulation, like Blunt, so he resolved to work this out without bloodshed and raised eyebrows. And, he had figured out the perfect plan during that…exchange.

"You see, I'm still kind of settling down, and my guardian's really busy, so the house is a mess. And besides, he likes me and all, but he's made it very clear no one else is allowed to step into the house without being checked." Here, he added an eyeroll.

Alex grinned. "Well, he is an MI6 agent…it's normal for them to be paranoid. I wouldn't be surprised if there are cameras in the toilet. Wait, that would make your gay guardian a paedophile, right?"

Tom groaned and buried his head in his hands. "Just go home, Alex."

Alex smirked. "Alright. Bye Tom."

"See you."

When Alex left, Tom smiled. Alex was great and all, but this time, it was mission accomplished for him.

-Back at the flat-

Matt and Carl were busy preparing lunch. They had bought a cookbook, wanting to give Tom a surprise when he got back from school. They felt bad for not being proper guardians, with the messy house and Matt's really bad first impression, so they wanted to treat the boy. Of course, their cooking was quite the opposite of 'treating', but it's the thought that counts, right?

Then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Carl yelled and bolted for the door. Matt grumbled and hurriedly barricaded the kitchen. They weren't done cooking yet, and Tom wasn't expected home until two hours later. Maybe he had skipped school or something. He'd better not, Matt thought, or else I'll be forced to act all motherly and 'act like a proper guardian' like Carl said and ground him.

Carl opened the door, and opened his mouth to say 'hello, go to your room right now, no, we'll have lunch two hours later, don't ask me why just do it' to Tom like Matt and him had rehearsed on the event that Tom got home early when he realised that it wasn't Tom at all.

"Wolf?" he asked in disbelief. Wolf was supposed to be in hospital, recovering from a bullet wound he got from Iraq! That was one of the reasons they had been sent back to England.

"You know it's Will outside of camp," he grumbled, and pushed his way in, limping slightly. Carl smirked and followed him in.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be somewhere, like the hospital, recovering from your bullet wound?" Carl asked worriedly, raising an eyebrow.

"Tom's recovering from a bullet wound?" Matt yelled, bursting from the kitchen.

"No, Matt, Wolf."

"Ah…hi William."

Wolf-or Will-growled.

"Will," Matt hastily corrected himself, and disappeared into the kitchen again.

"Who's Tom?" Will asked, putting his feet on the table.

Carl shrugged. "Some kid we're protecting. Matt and I are cooking for him. He's really nice, and called Matt fatherly. Matt looked like he could fly."

Will laughed. "Matt- fatherly? That kid's not right in the head. Matt's more childish than a five-year-old."

"I HEARD THAT!" Matt screamed from the kitchen. Will snorted. "You need me to help with lunch? Matt can even burn spoons."

Carl smirked and nodded. Will attended cooking classes once, being forced into his family's profession. All of them were chefs except him-and he was proud of it. He joined the SAS to spite his parents and because he always wanted to be a soldier.

"So, how did you end up with the kid?"

"MI6."

Will nodded and followed Carl into the kitchen. "MI6 is always asking the SAS for protection and other weird things. Like Cub, for instance. I wonder where he is now."

Matt smiled. "Yeah. I hope he's not doing dangerous stunts again, like the one at Point Blanc."

"I should hope not," Carl said sharply. "It was a one-off thing, right?"

Will shifted uneasily. He wasn't quite sure, and he doubted it was, but what else could he say? That MI6 would be fools not to use him again, with skills like that?

"Yeah," he finally said, "it was."

Carl sighed. "We shouldn't have treated him that way. You, especially. No kid should have to go through that. Even if you did get shot protecting him."

Will studied his shoes. "Yeah, I guess. It still doesn't change the fact that he was a rich kid that was sent to Beacons. That school was for wild and rich brats; he probably didn't change after the camp."

Carl snorted. "He didn't seem like a rich kid to me. He didn't even complain once at the camp."

"Maybe he changed for the worst. Any teenager, nice or not, will brag about surviving SAS camp." Willdefended, though he felt more unsure about his theory after hearing Carl.

Carl and Matt shook their heads. Will could be the most stubborn human to ever walk on Earth.

When Tom got home, he was surprised to find a proper lunch on the table, with three men crowding around it. Two were obviously Matt and Carl, and Tom immediately recognised the third from Alex's cursing. Tom gulped. It was Wolf.

"Hi," he said, dumping his rucksack on the floor and walked in, eyeing the short Hispanic warily. He looked as scary as Alex depicted him to be. It was horrifying to find him in his temporary guardian's flat's kitchen.

"Tom!" Matt said cheerfully, and ruffled his hair. Wolf's eyebrows rose at his fatherly manner. Tom smiled. He was really enjoying this; his father never ruffled his hair that way. It was comforting. Tom resisted the urge to ask Matt to do it again.

"Tom, how are you?" Carl asked, nodding his head in acknowledgement.

"Fine. Who're you?" Tom asked uncertainly.

"Will," he replied gruffly, and they shook hands. Tom cracked a smile. Just like Alex said he was. Gruff and tough.

"Nice to meet you," he said politely, and then gestured to the table, "which god's doing is this?"

Will laughed. "Mine."

Tom's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Wolf did this? "You don't seem the type."

Will snorted. "I've got a family of chefs, what do you think? Matt and Carl wanted to make it up to you, with the bad impressions and all that crap, but they can't cook to save their lives, so I helped them out a bit." This was shocking, to say the least. Wolf had a nice side? He never would have guessed. But then again, Blunt was probably the most inhuman thing in the world.

"Wow, thanks, all of you," Tom replied, grinning. "Matt and Carl for the idea, and Will for saving us from food poisoning."

Indignant cries rang out, and Will clapped Tom on the back. "I like you, kid. Dig in; we're all hungry."

Before they could sit down, the doorbell rang again. Matt groaned and went to answer. Will, Carl and Tom heard him exclaim, and Matt emerged with a stranger, grinning like an idiot.

"Jason!" Carl exclaimed. Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Another of our unit members. This is Jaguar." Matt explained, and Jason flashed Tom a smile. "Hello, you must be Tom. Matt told me about you."

Will huffed. "Why did you tell Jason, and not me?" Matt shrugged, mumbling a 'forgot'.

Tom watched the exchange in amusement, and started to eat his food. Jason's eyebrows rose in disbelief at the food, and they had to explain everything again. Luckily, Will had made extra, 'in case the boy ate a lot', which he did, but it was still enough for everyone.

"Why did you come, Jason?" Matt asked, mouth full.

"Don't eat with your mouth full, Matty. You're setting a bad example here." Carl, Will and Tom snorted simultaneously, resulting in laughter at Matt's expense.

"Anyway, I wanted to see the kid."

"I'm not a kid!" Tom replied hotly.

Jason smiled and ruffled his hair. "Sure you're not."

Tom grinned. He loved the hair-ruffling thing a little too much.

"Thank you," he said, shocking everyone, including himself. Everyone stared at him, puzzled.

"What for?"

"Ruffling my hair."

Now, everyone looked at him as he if he was crazy, which, Carl noted, he was.

"It's just…my dad never did that to me before."

Silence.

"I mean, not that he's dead, it's just my parents spend more time arguing and pushing me around like a trophy than actually loving and caring for me. That's why I enjoy it here. You guys are more loving than my own parents. Yes, the hyper Matt, motherly Carl, grumpy Will and a nice Jason are better than my own family. So, thank you."

Will reached over to ruffle his hair. "You're welcome. I like kids."

Tom raised his eyebrow. If he liked kids, then why did he treat Alex like dirt? He wanted to ask, but then, he wasn't supposed to know anything about their fifth member, right?

"Yeah, but not the ones in the SAS," Matt joked, receiving a slap on the head.

"What do you mean?" Tom lied. Inside, he was bursting with curiosity and happiness.

They explained about a kid named Cub coming to train with them, and they thought that he had rich parents and sent him there to 'see how military life was like' and came to shame them, so they treated him badly.

Tom grew angrier and angrier at their words, and by the time they finished, he was practically shaking with anger. He resisted the tempting urge to punch every one of their faces, but only just.

"Tom? You okay?" Jason asked. They watched as Tom, who was shaking uncontrollably just now, close his eyes and took several deep breaths before calming down.

"Yeah," he said, cracking a forced smile, "I'm okay."

They looked skeptical, but let it go, much to his relief. He had to be more careful from now on.

"You know," Matt said casually, "that Will and Jason are…"

"Shut up, Matt!" Will roared, "we are not an item! Just because you saw us…" he trailed off, and Tom leaned forward, batting his eyelashes, reminding himself to thank Matt for that later. "Saw you what?"

Will and Jason turned bright red, while Matt and Carl smirked. "They were drunk."

"Ah…what happened then?"

"Don't say anything!" Jason shouted, clamping his hand over Matt's mouth, but Carl gladly took over.

"We were at Will's house drinking, and then all of a sudden, they started kissing after the scotch. And you can guess where that went from there."

Will lunged at Carl, yelling 'we were drunk!', while Tom just laughed. So Wolf and Jason were gay?

"We are NOT bloody gay, alright?" Will hissed. Tom nodded meekly. He looked really scary.

"And what about you?" Tom asked slyly, addressing Carl. Carl blinked. "What?"

"Aren't you and Matt…"

"NO!" Matt all but shrieked, ripping a laughing Jason's hand off his mouth and glared at Tom. Tom smiled innocently, and everyone except Carl and Matt cracked up.

"Revenge is sweet; and we didn't have to do anything," Will said smugly.

"Watch it, kid," Carl growled. Matt looked positively murderous.

"Lay it off," Jason chuckled.

"I'll have you know that I have a girlfriend!" Carl declared hotly.

"Until two days ago," Will reminded him. Carl buried his head in his hands, and Matt banged his head on the table. Tom just watched on with amusement.

"Don't remind me of that monster," he groaned, and shuddered, "I'm glad I dumped her."

"What happened now?"

"Her name was Sandra Keller," Jason started dramatically, hand gestures and all. "More like Sandra Yeller." Carl grumbled. Jason glared at Carl for interrupting him.

"And I quote, 'She was alright at first, but then she missed out on her promotion, and took it out on poor me.' Carl dumped her the same day, and she hasn't stopped calling to apologise and make it up to him since. And then whenever Carl tells her it's over, she starts screaming."

"Like a harpy," Matt piped up.

And…the phone rang.

"Oh god, please don't tell me it's Yeller!" Carl yelled, and the rest snickered. "I'll get it," Tom said, mischievous smile playing on his lips. Everyone grinned. "Do it," Carl cheered, "we're all counting on you to drive that madwoman away!"

Everyone trooped to the living room, and Tom put it on speaker.

Hello? Is this Carl?

"No!" Tom shouted into the phone in an American accent, "there's no freaking Carl here! I'm in the middle of a meeting at the White House, you madwoman!"

Oh! Oh! I'm terribly sorry, I must have keyed my boyfriend's telephone number wrongly.

Carl huffed at the 'boyfriend' part. "I'm not your boyfriend," he grumbled.

"Boyfriend?" Tom cried, outraged. "I ain't your boyfriend!"

Everyone laughed as they heard the dial tone. "Genius!" Matt exclaimed, ruffling his hair.

The phone rang again, and Tom cleared his throat.

"Hello?" he squeaked in a little girl's voice. Everyone started stifling their laughter.

Who is this? Is Carl home?

"Carl?" Tom asked, confused. "You mean my dad?"

The result was spectacular.

MUHAHAHAHA! New character- Sandra Yeller- I mean Keller. I got 'Keller' from Helen Keller. I had to do a write-up on her for English -,-

Anyway, I had so much fun writing the last part! "You mean my dad?" This is the longest chapter so far, and I know all my chapters are really short, but I swear, the next one's going to be longer than this… Next chapter: Alex meets K-unit!

Reviews are extremely welcome.