Author's Note: This is my revised version Of Alec's Goldeneye. I hope you enjoy it. I do not own James Bond or any characters from the James Bond universe, I have simply borrowed them for my story. My OC's belong to me along with the story and ideas in it. I wrote Alec as a cutter in this chapter. I also gave one possible reason for him acting the way he does during the movie. Please read and review.

Chapter 9: In Cuba

Ella's POV

I sit cross-legged on one of the beds in the hotel room that my dad and I are sharing. My dad is sitting on the chair by the desk with his head in his hands. He's rubbing his temples like he has a monster headache. I start to wonder what's up. He's never acted like this before.

Honestly, he's a mess. I'm thinking this has to do with what happened on the train before we came to Cuba. Or, maybe there's something else going on. Does this have to do with Ourumov brainwashing my dad nine years ago? I think someone might be controlling my dad's actions.

That may be why he flies into a rage every time he sees James. But, if someone's really controlling him, why doesn't he get that way with me? Is it because I'm family? Or is it nothing? I have to find out.

But how? It's not like my dad will really tell me anything. I guess I'll just have to use my skills to find out what's going on. I begin to observe my dad. The suit jacket he was wearing before is hung on the back of the chair, and he has his shirt sleeves rolled up.

With his shirt sleeves rolled up, I notice some scars on his arms that don't look like they're from the explosion nine years ago. They look like the scars that were on the arms of one of my best friends. She used to be into self harm before she committed suicide. Is my dad cutting himself to get rid of the memory of what happened nine years ago? Or maybe he's doing it for other reasons.

I clear my throat to get my dad's attention and he looks up at me startled.

"Did you need something?" My dad asks.

"Yes, I want to know about the scars on your arms." I say.

"What about them?"

"How did you get them?" I ask.

"I did it to myself." My dad says.

I hear the shame standing out in his voice.

"Why? Why would you even think about doing that?"

"Ella, I've had a lot of stuff thrown my way in the nine years I was 'dead'. I couldn't take the pressure and I cracked. Cutting myself was the only way I could think of to deal with everything." My dad quietly says.

"You didn't have to do that. You could have talked to someone." I say.

"Who was I supposed to talk to? Ourumov was brainwashing me and Xenia was helping him. I knew I couldn't trust them." My dad says.

"If you knew you couldn't trust them, why did you stay with them?" I ask.

"I didn't have a choice. They kept me drugged to keep me under 'control'."

"So, they're controlling you?"

"In a way, yes."

"Still?"

"Well, yes and no. They were keeping me drugged, but that stopped last night before I met up with James."

"Unreal." I say.

My dad rubs his temples and groans. He must have a killer headache.

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned.

"My head is killing me." My dad moans.

"From what?" I ask.

"The drugs that they were using to control me. They cause some nasty side effects when one is going through withdrawals."

He must have been given the drugs everyday for the last nine years. That would cause anyone to go through a pretty nasty withdrawal period. Looking at my dad, I see he's sweating and pale. He also looks like he's about to throw up. Suddenly, he stands up and runs to the bathroom.

He shuts the door and I can hear him throwing up. I only hope he's ok before tomorrow.

Alec's POV

Ella is sitting cross-legged on one of the beds in our hotel room watching me. I'm sitting on the chair by the desk with my head in my hands rubbing my temples. My head is throbbing and I moan quietly. I'm mentally cursing Xenia and Ourumov for drugging me like they did. I'm a mess and I think Ella knows it.

I have discarded the suit jacket that I was wearing and rolled up my shirt sleeves. I'm sure Ella can see the scars that run across both arms. The scars aren't from the explosion nine years ago that left my face scarred; the scars are from me cutting myself. Yes, I got into self harm. I cut myself as a way to rebel against what Ourumov and Xenia were doing to control me.

Ella clears her throat to get my attention and I look up at her startled.

"Did you need something?" I ask.

My voice cracks when I ask this, and I can only hope Ella hasn't heard it.

"Yes, I wanted to know about the scars on your arms." Ella says.

Somehow I knew she'd want to know about them. But, do I lie to her or tell her the truth. Mentally, I'm torn. I decide that telling her the truth might be best.

"What about them?"

"How did you get them?" Ella asks.

"I did it to myself." I say ashamed.

"Why? Why would you even think about doing that?"

I can hear anger in her voice when she asks this. I know I didn't have to do this, but I had no one to talk to. There was nobody I could trust.

"Ella, I've had a lot of stuff thrown my way in the nine years I was 'dead'. I couldn't take the pressure and I cracked. Cutting myself was the only way I could think of to deal with everything." I quietly say.

"You didn't have to do that. You could have talked to someone." Ella says.

"Who was I supposed to talk to? Ourumov was brainwashing me and Xenia was helping him. I knew I couldn't trust them." I say.

"If you knew you couldn't trust them, why did you stay with them?" Ella asks.

"I didn't have a choice. They kept me drugged to keep me under 'control'."

"So, they're controlling you?"

"In a way, yes."

"Still?"

"Well, yes and no. They were keeping me drugged, but that stopped last night before I met up with James."

"Unreal." Ella says.

I rub my temples and groan. My head is killing me.

"What's wrong?" Ella asks concerned.

"My head is killing me." I moan.

"From what?" Ella asks.

"The drugs they were using to control me. They cause some nasty side effects when one is going through withdrawals."

Everyday for nine years they kept me drugged. The withdrawals are worse than being on the drugs. I started feeling the effects last night, but they've gotten worse today. I'm sweating, pale, and I feel like I'm about to throw up. I don't know how much longer I can take this before I ask Xenia to give me some more of the drugs.

I quickly stand up and run to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and start throwing up. This has got to stop before tomorrow.

Ella's POV

I get up off the bed and walk to the bathroom. I put my ear against the door and hear my dad continue to get sick. Knocking on the door, I can only hope I'll get an answer.

"Go away." My dad moans.

"Not until you let me help you." I say.

My dad lets out another moan and I take this as my cue to open the door. As I open the door, I see my dad kneeling on the floor next to the toilet. He looks annoyed, but that won't stop me from helping.

"I said go away."

"You need help."

"I don't want any help.' My dad growls.

"Tough, I'm helping you." I sternly say.

My dad glares at me, but I don't back down. Two can play at this supposed 'spy' game.

"If you want to help, you can get Xenia." My dad says.

"Nope. I won't get that witch." I say.

"Get her. Now!" My dad shouts.

"No, she'll just drug you again."

"I need them." My dad says.

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. Now get Xenia."

I let out a long sigh and look at my dad. If Xenia 'helps' him, I stand to lose everything I gained last night. My dad might not remember me after her 'help'. I can't do this.

"What are you waiting for? Get Xenia."

"No."

"What do you mean no?" My dad asks.

"I won't do it."

"You will do what I tell you. You sided with me, remember?"

"How could I forget?" I ask.

"Do what I say. Now."

"I knew I should have sided with James." I say.

My dad snorts at this. Although, the thing is, I don't know if I could actually give up my life for Queen and country. I'm a failure as an agent all because I sided with a 'traitor', and that 'traitor' just so happens to be my dad. Family is far more important to me than any mission.

I just want to bring my dad home safe and sound. I let out a long sigh and decide if I'm going to help him. I guess I'll just have to listen to him and let Xenia 'help'.

"Are you going to help me or not?" My dad asks.

"Fine I'll help. What's Xenia's room number?" I ask.

My dad gives me the details and I leave the bathroom. I walk out of the room and head down the hall to Xenia's room. Knocking on the door, I can only hope she'll help me. The door opens and Xenia stands there glaring at me. My heart sinks as I think about how she may not help me.

"What do you want?" Xenia growls.

"I need your help." I say.

"Deal with your problem by yourself."

I let out a long sigh. This is not what I was expecting.

"Are you leaving any time soon?" Xenia asks.

"Not until you help me."

"I told you to deal with it yourself." Xenia says.

"I know you don't like me, but I really need your help."

Xenia lets out a long sigh through her nose and stares at me. Is she going to continue to not help me?

"My dad needs your help. He asked me to come get you."

"Fine, I'll help him." Xenia reluctantly says.

She grabs a bag that's sitting on the floor by the door and then walks out of the room. She follows me down the hall to my dad's room. We get there and I open the door. We head in and I take Xenia to my dad. In the bathroom, I find my dad passed out on the floor by the toilet.

"Why didn't you get me sooner?" Xenia asks.

"I got you as soon as he told me to." I say.

"How long has he been like this?"

"Like what?" I ask puzzled.

"Passed out." Xenia says.

"I don't know. He was fine when I came to get you." I say.

Xenia walks past me and kneels down next to my dad. She checks to make sure he's still breathing. When she finds he is, she sits him up. As she sits him up his eyes open.

"What happened Alec?" Xenia asks.

"I must have passed out after Ella left to get you." My dad says.

"You're lucky she came to get me, or you might be dead." Xenia says.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You're going through withdrawals."

"Make them stop." My dad whispers.

Xenia helps my dad stand up. They walk over to the bed and Xenia helps my dad lay down. She then pulls a vial and a syringe out of her bag. She fills the syringe with the contents of the vial and then sets the syringe on the table by the bed. I walk out of the bathroom and take a seat on my bed to watch Xenia.

Xenia unbuttons my dad's shirt and takes it off. When she does, I can see that the scars that are on my dad's face and neck also extend to his shoulder. Xenia then grabs the syringe and injects my dad with whatever happens to be in it. She then bends down and gives him a kiss on the forehead. I nearly gag when I see this.

'This will make you feel better.' Xenia whispers in Russian.

She then stands up and walks out of the room. I'm now alone with my dad. He's sprawled out on the bed half awake. He lets out a moan and I can't help but feel sorry for him. I did this to him.

And it was all because my dad wanted help. I let out a long sigh through my nose and lay down on the bed. I shut my eyes and hope that sleep comes quickly. Thinking about what might happen tomorrow, I drift off to sleep. I wake up the next morning to my dad shaking me.

We get ready and head off to my dad's headquarters.

James' POV

After what happened on the train, I give M a call. I need to let her know that Ella has been kidnapped. I pick up the phone and dial headquarters. The phone rings three times before someone picks up.

"Good evening James." Moneypenny's voice says over the line.

"Evening Moneypenny." I say.

"How are things going?" Moneypenny asks.

"Not good. I need to talk to M."

Moneypenny puts me on hold and transfers me to M. She picks up a few minutes later.

"James, what's going on?" M asks.

"Alec is alive and he kidnapped Ella."

M lets out a long sigh, and I can only wonder what's going through her mind.

"How did this happen?

"I don't really know. After we met up with Alec, she must have been taken." I say with a sigh.

"You were supposed to protect her." M says.

"I know. I let my partner down again."

"You need to find her and bring her back safe."

"And what about Alec?" I ask.

"He is to be brought back alive."

"After everything he did?"

"James, he was one of our best agents. We want him back alive so we can find out what happened to him nine years ago."

"Fine, but I'm only doing this for Ella." I say with a sigh.

"Good luck James." M says.

"Thanks, I think." I say and hang up the phone.

I really don't want to bring Alec back alive, but I know Ella would never forgive me for killing him. Mentally I'm torn. Do I kill my once best friend, or do I bring him back alive? I guess when the time comes, I'll find out.