AU. Sort of mentor!Yassen. Alex wakes up from a bad dream. Sometimes even the hardest of men are afraid. Really short oneshot, less than 500 words. Done in less than 15 minutes. Forgive me for any mistakes.

Murder and corruption had changed him, melded him until he fit the very image his peers had created. He was no child. He was no hero either. Alex Rider was just different. And now, even his former allies have turned their backs on him.

Crack!fic Confused glances,Yassen coming back from the dead, K-Unit appearing out of nowhere, and Sabina bashing all in one story! Rated T for character death.

Emmerson Bishop is not your average teenager. In fact she is an undercover spy going to protect a girl who is being hunted down by people who want to kidnap her. But it turns out the murderer is not who everyone suspected.

The one time Alex gives up.

Alex is in a completely white room. It's kind of intimidating, and the weirdest part is that a dead man is sitting across from him. "Hello, Yassen." The man smiles slightly and nods once. Alex sighs heavily, asking, "I'm dead, aren't I?" Oneshot.

Now a series of one-shots! Dares are always fun, but there's always something bad to follow which you will see now. Used to be 'The Dare' Still probably is related to OBHF ...somewhere -

Obama agrees with his employees that Alex Rider deserves thanks- but how to give it? Jack reacts badly to it. One-shot written upon zoey12321's request.

Its just plain unlucky for both the criminals and Alex Rider when they decide, of all the houses to burgle in England, to break into Alex's. While he's in… Or is it more then just plain old bad luck?

This doesn't make sense,' Alex thought… 'This was not how the SAS worked, not as far as he'd understood it…' As he'd understood, the SAS prided themselves on their versatility and teamwork... and so far he just wasn't seeing that.

It was a quiet, somewhat normal Christmas day for Yassen - a fire, a glass of wine or two and a good book. But things rarely stay quiet for Yassen, especially when a certain teenage spy is involved... Torture, language, death. No slash.

When a certain spy receives a mysterious package, he questions whether or not he truly is Alex Rider. Is it really possible to not be yourself? Help me change the title, rating, etc. when necessary.

Just a little songfic for What I've Done by Linkin Park. I was really bored and what do you know it popped onto my MP3 player. Please read and review!

Alex never thought his math homework would save his life, but there's a first for everything.

The air whistled by Alex's face as he plunged towards the watery abyss below. Faster, faster, faster he went, gravity sucking his flesh towards the rocky bottom. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, reminding him of the imminent peril.

Alex Rider gets a phone call from Mrs. Jones one night, revealing that Yassen Gregorovich is actually still alive. Alex is sent on ann avdventure when Yassen really does drop by at his uncle's house. Takes place after 8th book, or whenever after 1st book.

Alex seems to have no hope, his life seems to be going nowhere. The path of his life wants to make him suffer, bucking and twisting until, one day, he might just run off the road. One-shot.

Alex in called late at night to come into MI6. Alex left that life. But they want him back- badly. What could be so wrong that they are willing to kidnap him in daylight? He soons finds out- now he wishes he never had.

This is a continuation of "One Week After" in which you are really introduced to Alex and Jack

"CASEY!" came a roar from the nearby vicinity. Casey winced. She probably shouldn't have written 'casey owns this' on all of the backs of Wolf's shirts. With un-washable purple ink. OC. ON HAITUS

Jacen and Ian both stepped forward towards one another. "Nice to meet you, sir" Jacen held out a hand."And you" Ian said grasping the hand for a firm shake. Yes, this was definitely going to be panion Piece to Quondam Iterum. Non-Slash

The sun kept skipping ahead, the dunes kept moving, and why is it getting harder to think? Oneshot.

A dead MI6 agent. A potentialy lethal bomb. A plot to change the world. And at the heart of it Scorpia. Without any manpower at his command Alan Blunt is forced to dispatch teenage superspy Alex Rider to investigate.In a race against time, can he survive?

Inside this box is a few things I’ve left behind for you.A few other prized possessions of mine,a load of pictures,and a few posthumous letters from both myself and your parents.So go on and explore what you couldn't before-Your Uncle,Ian Rider. Non-Slash

Crack!fic. Alex Rider has taken down all sorts of madmen bent on world conquest, but now rises a new competitor... giant evil terrorist jellybeans. Can Alex figure out the secret to defeating them, or has he finally met his match? WARNING: UTTER CRACK