And the voting is as follows:

Alex Rider/Avengers - 10

Alex Rider/NCIS - 7

Alex Rider - 6

Alex Rider/Supernatural - 5

Alex Rider/Harry Potter - 1

AR/A crossover wins!

I currently have 6 idea's and partly written fanfics for this category, and will be posting one as soon as I get a break from stuff at school!

TY is bloody hectic!

Rachel :)


Chapter 52

"What are we going to do?"

I looked up at the Head of MI6's sudden question.

For the past few hours, we had been laying around her new office, trying to figure out just what the hell was going to happen.

She turned around to face me, "What are we going to do, Alex?"


And for the first time since meeting her, Jones actually looked… old.

Her dark hair was going slightly grey at the edges, and her face was wrinkled, tired looking.

She looked ready to quit.


Slowly standing up, I walked over to her, "… Are you okay?"

She stared at me, "… I don't know".

And a split second later, I had a crying woman in my arms.

Freezing, I tried to figure out just what the hell was happening.

Mrs Jones was crying.

And hugging me.

And I'm pretty sure she was refusing to let go.


Awkwardly patting her back, I walked backwards over to the new couch in the room, and sat us down on it.

"It's… okay" I said cautiously, "We'll figure this out… I know we will".

"But how?" She asked, pulling back and wiping her eyes with her suit sleeve, "How do we fix this Alex? My agents are being killed every day… every minute… And after Royal and General burned down…" She took a deep breath, "They're not going to stop, are they?"

I stared at her.


I'd never admit it, least of all to her, but I… respected… Mrs Jones.

Despite our different views, and our less-than-pleasant past… I found myself liking the woman.

She was a good person.

She did bad things, but they were all for good reasons.

And not once did I ever doubt her strength.


But now… She was falling apart in my arms.

The strongest person I knew had been reduced to nothing but tears.

All because of SCORPIA.

All because of me.


That last thought chilled me to the core.


SCORPIA just wanted me.

No one else.

Not all those people killed on that plane.

Not all those agents being murdered.

And not all the innocent lives yet to be taken.

Me.

Just me.


"No".

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Jones's firm voice.

She was staring at me with something akin to horror, tears glistening in her wide eyes.

"No, Alex, you can't".

I frowned.

"I know that look, Alex" She continued, "And you can't do it. You just can't!"

What was she…?

And then it hit me.


If SCORPIA wasn't going to stop until they had me…

… Then I was going to give myself to them.


Jones stood up, "Alex. Don't do it. You can't".

I jumped to my feet, "And why the hell not? People are dying, Tulip. Innocent. People".

She shook her head, "No… No, you can't… I won't… I won't let you. I'll put 100 agents surrounding your house if I have to, but I will NOT let you walk out those doors to your death".

"Well you don't have much choice, now, do you?" I growled, "Because you don't have 100 agents to spare. You don't even have a 100 agents full stop. You know why? Because THEY ARE BEING KILLED, JONES!"

"SO YOU WILL WILLINGLY SACRAFICE YOURSELF FOR THEM?"

"IF I HAVE TO, THEN YES. I WILL".

"IT'S SUCIDE, ALEX!"

"YEA, WELL, IT WILL BE IF YOU LOCK ME UP!"


She abruptly stopped.


"… What?"

Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Suicide" I repeated, "If you lock me up, if you keep me from doing this… Then I'll kill myself. Make it easier for SCORPIA. Make them stop".

"But… Why?"

I stared at her, "… What have I to live for, Jones? My entire family is dead… Jack is dead… Edward is dead… I've got a grand total of two friends, both of who will be dead before the weeks up… And I'll never have a peaceful night's sleep again… What have I to live for?"

"You're 15, Alex!" She exclaimed, "You have your whole life ahead of you".

"Yea, I'm 15" I agreed, "I'm 15 years old, and I've killed more men than the team of soldiers guarding me… I'm a ticking time bomb, Jones… And sooner or later, I'm going to go off".