Hi. I am so sorry for taking so long to update. I kept forgetting about this account, which I warned I might do. *And I'd like to thank my wonderful, amazing beta, Ali Maximum. You may all bow down to Her Almighty Awesomeness.*

"Yassen." Jack whispered. They had pulled over during part of the conversation. Yassen looked over, still afraid she would run away from him. Jack pulled him over and kissed him. Softly at first, but it slowly grew in heat. When she pulled away, they were both panting slightly. The woman smiled.

"I'm not leaving you, Yassen. I don't think I could even if it was necessary. Alex knows who you are though, so we should probably get back. I don't need him panicking," She said, then gave him a chaste kiss.

Yassen smiled and nodded. He was relieved. The man found it shocking, but the idea of her ever leaving him was painful even to think about. Love at first sight was something he had never believed in. Although now, he was finding he was going to have to rethink it.

As they pulled into the drive way, he frowned. He had to let her go now. Then again, she just said that they needed to be back so Alex wouldn't panic. Technically they were back, and Alex wouldn't panic if he knew she was fine.

Right?

Jack slowly watched Yassen come to the same conclusion she had. She got out of the car.

"You coming?" Jack said, smiling. Yassen grinned. She already knew what his answer was. He got out and walked with her.

.oOo.

Alex stared in shock at Jack and Yassen.

"What do you mean you know what he does?" Alex said.

"I mean, I figured it out. You mentioned him once. You had just gotten home from the first mission. Described him, too. Guess that explains you demanding I take a gun. Which by the way, he noticed the knife. Some spy you are, can't even tell me how to properly conceal a weapon," Jack said sarcastically.

"Well, its not my fault you can't manage to do that correctly. But Jack, really? A contract killer. An assassin. A murderer. A rapist," Alex said, throwing in that last one to get some sort of a reaction.

"WHAT?" Jack screeched, jumping away from Yassen.

"WHAT? I AM CERTAINLY NOT A RAPIST!" Yassen yelled. Well, he raised his voice, but Alex didn't think it was possible for Yassen to truly yell.

"At least something got a different reaction other than a smile. And you two still holding hands, anyway," said Alex, smirking.

"Alex, that was not funny." Jack chastised. She sat back down next to Yassen, who gave her a look meaning they would discuss this later. She kissed his cheek.

"Gross. Only word I can think of to describe you two," Alex grumbled before leaving the room.

"Right, so that went perfect," Jack said, holding back laughter.

"Why would you even think to believe I was a rapist?" Yassen demanded, sounding thoroughly hurt.

"Okay, that was just pure instinct. I hear the name of whoever I'm sitting next to and rapist in a sentence, I tend to get away as quickly as possible," Jack said, trying desperately to save her own ass.

Yassen glared. Jack widened her eyes innocently and blinked.

"What? Why are you glaring at me?" said the redhead, the purest type of innocence in her voice.

Gruffly, Yassen said, "You know exactly why, Jack."

She pouted. He couldn't just accept her response?

"Honestly? You really think that pouting and lying is going to take away from the fact that for a moment you honestly thought I was a rapist? One of the lowest things a man can be. You believed I was that low? What are you going to walk around with pepper spray now?" Yassen hissed.

"No. It was pure instinct, dammit. But god forbid, you believe that. I mean, its entirely my fault that you're an assassin, so I just happened to carry a damn knife tonight. Because for all I knew, you were going to kill me to hurt Alex. So in reality, the fact that I am jumpy at all, is your fault not mine! You try to pin all of this on me, so maybe I was sorely mistaken about the type of man you are!" Jack threw back. As opposed to Yassen's voice, her's grew louder as she got angrier.

"Fine. If that's what you really think," Yassen said, and then got up and left.

The door closing had a sense of finality in it that shocked Jack into calming down. Was he really going forever? No, he couldn't. She needed to stop him from going, but then she heard the car pull out of the driveway and knew she was too late. She would wait until tomorrow morning, she decided. Then, she would call him and apologize.

"Jack?" Alex whisepered, quietly approaching her.

Jack spun on him. "Why couldn't you just leave it be? I was happy with him. I could have dealt with his job. He was the type of guy I wanted. Why couldn't you just let me be happy with him?" Jack was crying now. She left up to her room and slammed the door.

Alex Rider was left down in the living room, trying to figure out how to fix what he had done wrong.

Okay, so far, I have to say this story is the easiest one to write. I really like writing it. Which means more updates, yeah! C'mon press the button!

*All things between astericks are comments directly from Ali Maximum.*