Alive and Kicking

Alex was gradually coming to consciousness. As he looked at the ceiling through blurry eyes he started to wonder what had happened to him. He figured that a car must have hit him.

His chest ached with a dull throb that sharpened when he moved. The door opened and he was struck by pain as he tried to see who it was.

"Alex? You're awake, this is wonderful" grinned Jack going to the chair next to his bed, "does it hurt much?"

"Yeah, loads. What happened?" Asked Alex.

Jacks face shadowed over "You got shot, by whom nobody knows. I knew you shouldn't have got mixed up with MI6"

"You know that's probably true," said Mrs Jones who had been listening at the door.

"You!" Alex spat "What are you doing here? You don't even care about me!"

Mrs Jones was obviously upset by this, "Alex, I do care. That's why I've done my best to get you out of the next mission Blunt wanted to throw at you. I've been helping you and that's why I've got you a house away from London so that Scorpia don't try to get you again. We can't lose you, Jack can't lose you. Alex, you are important."

"At least one good thing came of it." Jack grudgingly muttered.

Jack was driving Alex up to the house that was to be their home.

Alex was jittery because with every turn his chest hurt; this wasn't helped by the fact that Jack was one of the most reckless drivers on earth. He stared out the window at Brill, the town they now lived in. There were quite a few kids walking the streets in little groups. They looked back at the fair-haired boy staring at them from a car. They came to a stop outside a small but modern house with a sign saying 'sold' outside it. Alex brought his things to the room overlooking the street and dumped a mattress on the floor. He was going to like this place.