This is being posted much later than I planned. My internet has been out of action for just over the past week, and its only just been fixed. However I'm loyal to my readers. So loyal in fact that I'm posting this dispite being sick in bed. Damn the flu. Damn you to hell and back.

Anyway here is the next chapter. I'm still undecided if this will end up AlexXYassen, or whether they'll just be good friends. If this does end up them being in love, which is a personal favouite paring of mine, then they'll be no sex or anything like that, just a bit of kissing. The main focus is on Sarov and Alex being father and son.

Right that's enough of me talking. On with the story.

Oh and by the way Yassen is in this story.

Chapter 3

Alex remained lying there on the bed for what seemed ages. No one else had come to see him, and Sarov hadn't returned. Alex heard a low grumbling come from his stomach, and decided that he should eat. Sitting up, Alex crossed the room and tried the door. Surprisingly it was unlocked, and Alex decided it was an invitation to wander around, even if it was the middle of the night. Since the only way to the kitchens, Alex knew of, was via the dinning room he had to go that way. Deciding to avoid the few guards that were around, knowing that at the moment he'd be unable to take one down if need be, Alex soon arrived at the dinning room. Opposite was the drawing room, which had light seeping out form the slightly ajar door. Curious, Alex went over and looked through the gap. Inside sat Sarov and Yassen, each with a drink in their hand and deep in conversation.

'MI6 have stopped looking for him.' said Yassen. 'He's been pronounced dead.'

'Stupid Western Society presuming someone is dead without a body.' remarked Sarov.

'I'm amazed that the Russian President believed that story of how the drug was in yours and Alex's drink took longer to take affect, and that you weren't behind it.'

'Yes well he was always an idiot.' commented Sarov. 'Speaking of Alex, I trust he's safe even though you are here.'

'You know I don't kill children. Even those who insist on living in an adult's world.' responded Yassen.

'True.' Sarov said, taking a sip from his drink.

'You still plan on adopting him?' asked the Russian.

'I want to, but I won't push him.' replied Sarov. 'It's already clear where that ended.'

'You care very deeply for him.' stated Yassen.

Yes, and not just because he shares similarities to Vladimir either. They are both different, and I won't place Alex in any more danger.'

Yassen nodded and their conversation seemed to be over. Alex backed up, his mind processing the new information. So Sarov still wanted to adopt him, he'd thought that the Russian had given up on the idea. Apparently not. Also what was this about Yassen not killing children? Is that why he hadn't killed Alex? This was definitely complicated.

'I believe I will head to bed. It is late, and I wish to be up early tomorrow. No doubt Alex will be up early, since he now seems better.'

Alex turned, and quickly went into the dinning room, but watched as the 2 men left the room and walk away. Deciding that he'd get no more information tonight, Alex headed for his original destination. The Kitchens. Alex looked in the fridge, and found some left over chocolate mousse. Alex pulled it out and grabbed a spoon. After eating it Alex headed back to his room, the tile flooring starting to chill his feet. Unfortunately it seemed that it was harder getting back than leaving, as he soon found himself lost. Alex groaned. He was lost, cold and tired. Why the hell did Sarov have to have a ridiculously large house? Deciding it wouldn't be sensible to stay out in the corridor, Alex went in search of a warm room.

'First thing tomorrow Sarov is showing me round this god damn place.' muttered Alex.

Passing another corridor, Alex saw a light on. Hoping there might be someone there to help him out, Alex followed the light. He soon found himself stood outside 2 large oak doors. Alex pushed one open quietly, and heat radiated from inside. Smiling at the warmth Alex stepped into the room, and found himself in the library, Sarov had mentioned. Alex stared at the size. Something that MI6 hadn't got down in his file was that he was an avid reader. Something his uncle probably hadn't known of. Yet even though he'd thought the library near his house was large, this was around twice the size. There were bookcases full of books, no doubt on thousands of topics. Alex walked around, knowing that he was definitely going to use this place a lot. It wasn't until he got near the other side of the room, he heard someone else breathing. Cautiously, Alex went searching for the person, and spotted a blue eyed man sitting down, reading a relatively large book. Alex hid behind the bookcase for a moment, before peeking around the corner, and watched Yassen Gregorovich. He noticed that the Russians eyes weren't moving, and knew that he (Yassen) was aware of his pressence. Yet he stayed there.

'It's not nice to stare Alex.' spoke Yassen.

'It's not nice to kill people either, but you do it.' retorted Alex.

'True, but I'm older.' came the reply.

'Doesn't make it right.' said Alex, coming around the corner.

'You had no problem with it when I killed Sayle and when you killed Dr. Grief.' said Yassen.

'Hey Grief was an accident.' exclaimed Alex.

'Yes, riding a snowmobile off a cliff into his helicopter was really an accident.' retorted Yassen.

'You have no idea what happened. You weren't there.' shouted Alex, neither noticing that Sarov had entered the library.

'No ones blaming you Alex, but you have to accept that you did kill him.' said Yassen, seriously.

'I said shut up!' shouted Alex, preparing to attack Yassen.

'Enough!' shouted Sarov.

Alex spun around and looked at the Russian, who was glaring at Yassen. Alex felt something slide down his check, and realised he was crying. The effect of Yassen's true words, taking its toll on him. No longer wanting to be in the company of either man, Alex ran.

'Alex!' shouted Sarov after him.

Alex ignored him, and fled down the corridor, and actually found the stairs, which he'd originally been looking for. Running up them, Alex heard footsteps following him, but kept on running until he reached his room. Opening the door, Alex checked no one was in, before slamming the door shut, and jammed it shut with a chair. Alex saw the door handle move, but the chair stayed in place.

'Alex open the door.' ordered Sarov, through the door.

Alex ignored him, and sat down on the bed, brushing away his tears. He knew Yassen's words were true, but that didn't mean the cold hearted man had to tell him it was his fault. That he was a murder. There had been no reason for Grief to die. Alex could have left him. Someone would have eventually spotted him, and resulted in the arrest of the scientist. Yet Alex had decided to drive that snow mobile off the cliff, and resulted in the explosion. Alex flung back on the bed, the shouting of General Sarov still coming through the door. Alex ignored him, and closed his eyes, sending him to sleep. A sleep full of memories of the event he'd caused and the guilt he felt.