Disclaimer: I do not own the Alex Rider series or any of it characters.

Btw I'm Canadian so some words might be spelled differently... like colour. The red line under colour bothers me... Oh and sorry for taking so long to update.

*I was informed that his hair would not change back to blond. I'm just going to make a slight change then. I also fixed some mistakes.

It turns out a lot of things could go wrong when you drink. I also found out I'm really good at poker.

We had gone to a recreational hut where the soldiers hung out sometimes. It started off okay, we drank a couple of beers and talked about ordinary things. They invited me to play poker with them, that was a mistake on their part. I apparently have an amazing poker face and no one could tell what cards I had... at least being a spy was useful for something.

After that the soldiers got talking about things they had done. I guess it was a guy thing to try and top each others stories. I saw my unit and the others that had seen my scars waiting for me to share my story. That was not going to happen. I wonder how they would all react to my missions? I was okay just sitting there and listening until one soldier spoke up,

"How about you Jaguar? What's your biggest regret?" I guess that's what topic they were on now. The beers must have gotten to me because I gave an honest response.

"My biggest regret? That would have to be investigating my uncle's death." If I hadn't done that... I would still be a normal teenager... maybe. Jack would also be alive. It would also mean that many people would be dead... I guess I would have died too. The storm breaker computers would have killed me. That or the invisible sword project. I could see the soldiers looked confused.

"How did your uncle die?" One man asked. Officially my "family" had died the same way Alex Rider's did.

"Car crash." I told them. I had never mourned my uncle, he knew what he was doing. He chose that way of life, same as my father... and my godfather.

"How was investigating his death bad?"

"It lead to some things... it doesn't really matter. It was kind of depressing since he was my last relative left." Wow, I should stay away from alcohol. It made me really talkative... talkative for me at least.

"You have no family left? How did that happen?" These soldiers didn't have any tact, or they were drunk and didn't care. I found myself not really caring either.

"My parents died when I was a few weeks old in a plane crash. I had a guardian after my uncle died... she died in a car crash too." These covers for their deaths were really imaginative... technically they all died in vehicles. They just weren't accidents.

"Man... that bites. You might want to stay away from vehicles." Or MI6... they're responsible for almost everything that had gone wrong in my life.

"I guess so..." What was I supposed to say now? The mood had turned kind of somber.

"Let's start drinking again!" A soldier shouted as everyone cheered and started drinking.

After that I can't really remember much. I do remember getting my hair died pink... why did someone have pink hair dye at Breacon Beacons? I also remember singing bohemian rhapsody to an angry sergeant... I should definitely not drink again, once was enough.

The next morning the mess hall was full of hungover soldiers. I kept seeing people shoot me glances of pity... then they start laughing. I'm going to assume that's because at first they remember my orphan story, then they see my hair. I keep trying to think of what could have happened during the times I can't remember. I think my unit knows though, I'll ask them about it later. The sergeant came into the hall looking grumpy.

"Listen up!" He shouted. "I'm disappointed in your behaviour yesterday. That was not how SAS soldiers should act. You are the elite soldiers of Britain, responsible for our country's safety. Jaguar, you better get rid of that hair colour as soon as possible. Tomorrow we are having a surprise visit from a school. They will be staying here for three days. You will be on your best behaviour to try and encourage these children to join the army. That's what the higher ups told me at least. I don't want any snot nosed brats here. That's all, continue as you were before." Everyone started talking at once.

"I can't wait to scare the kiddies!" Giraffe said gleefully. I felt bad for these kids, I wonder how old they would be? They would have to be teenagers at least. I finished my breakfast quickly.

We had first aid training so we started in that direction after breakfast.

"What happen yesterday? I can't remember most of the night." I asked them.

"You don't remember? We don't remember much after everyone started drinking again. I do remember you telling us you faked some of the information on your ID." Cheetah said

I froze, I told them that? "What exactly did I tell you?" I asked them.

"Just that. Then you decided you wanted pink hair." Cheetah said. It was my idea to dye my hair? I'm definitely not drinking again.

"Okay... are you going to tell anyone?" I hoped they wouldn't.

"No, you seem trustworthy. You must of had a good reason." Donkey said. That's a relief, I was worried for a second. We reached the first aid area and were put to work. We learnt how to treat any field injuries we might get one day. These were simple things.

After training was done we had dinner. One thing I was looking forward to was the kids reaction to slop.

"We think we might have a solution to fix your hair." Donkey told me.

"Really? What is it? I want to get rid of this hair soon."

"We found some solution that takes dye out of your hair. We can't get it until tomorrow though."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know." For some reason no one had made me shave my hair. I was planning on shaving it if I couldn't get the pink out. Wait... I would have to meet the kids with pink hair. That's just perfect, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

We were standing at the front of the property by the road waiting for the kids. they were ten minutes late and I could tell the sergeant wasn't happy. Finally I saw a school bus driving towards us. The teenagers got out of the bus, there was something horribly wrong though. I recognized them. These were my classmates from Brooklands. I looked through the group and I saw him, Tom. He was probably angry with me. The last time I'd seen him he got shot. It was all my fault too. I put on an emotionless face and hoped they wouldn't notice me. I forgot about my hair though. I guess I looked pretty strange. I was a young soldier with pink hair and earrings. I decided to keep wearing them since you never know when I might get a new exploding earring.

"Why does he have pink hair?" a kid who I remembered asked. I think his name was Riley.

"That's Jaguar. He may look ridiculous and stupid right now but he's a great soldier. Why is your hair still pink Jaguar?" the sergeant said.

I was about to answer when Cheetah interrupted me.

"Funny story... we actually have something to get rid of the colour, here." he said handing me a bottle. He looked like he was trying to hide a smile. Was there something wrong with this product? I looked at the sergeant.

"Go, if you're not back in twenty minutes you get kitchen duty for a month." Guess I have to use it anyway, I hoped nothing too bad happened.

I sprinted to the showers and washed out the colour. I dried myself off and ran back to the group. I didn't have time to check if it worked. They all looked confused.

"I thought you said it would take the colour out, not dye it a different colour." Giraffe asked Cheetah. What? I couldn't see my hair and I was silently freaking out. What colour was it now? I knew he looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"Ha! It had a bleaching agent in it! If you're wondering what we did, your hair is blond now!" Cheetah said laughing. He looked confused though. "You look surprisingly normal with blond hair, that's weird."

Oh shit. I dyed my hair black when I became Ian Harris. My hair was blond now, I also forgot to keep the soldier routine on. I slowly looked at my class. They all had a dawning look of recognition on their faces. Other people had noticed their reaction too.

"What is wrong with you kiddies? You look like you've seen a ghost." the sergeant asked.

"We have sir." Tom told him looking at me with anger.

''What do you mean? Does he look like someone you knew?"

"He is someone we know. Isn't that right Alex?"

What was I supposed to do now? 'Damnit, what else could go wrong?' I thought. It was at that moment K-unit decided to walk over.

"We're here for a refresher." Wolf said. He turned to see what the sergeant was looking at. That just happened to be me.

"CUB?!" he shouted. Never mind, it just got worse.