The burning light nearly blinded Jordan as she opened her eyes for the first in what seemed as ages. Her blurred vision didn't help her make out her surroundings but she knew what was going on around her… fire.

Her body felt hot in the heat she looked around her and gasped at what she around her and covering and surrounding her. Once she saw it she knew it was hers.

Jordan's heart started to pound and her head started to spin. Everything around her started fading once again. Just then, her phone rang. She was just a phone conversation away from being saved but she couldn't find the strength to reach for it. It was just three feet away but it felt like three miles.

Then, she became aware of the pain in her shin and shoulder. A painful, burning sensation overwhelmed her making her breath come out in low heaves.

Finally, she found a tiny ounce of strength to pull herself towards her phone with her right arm.

"Hello?" she asked weakly, not even bothering to look at the Caller ID when she answered it.

"Jordan?!" and alarmed voice came through the other end, and her prayers were answered.

"ALEX! Oh thank God you called, get over her now!" she ordered.

"What? Jordan what happened?"

"It doesn't matter get over here now!" she yelled.

The only thing coming through the other end was silence.

Finally he answered quietly, "Okay I'm coming," and then they hung up.

She quickly called for an ambulance but she couldn't find the strength to talk. Jordan hoped that they would find out her location soon.

So Yassen still hasn't gotten over it? She sighed then impatiently waited for the arrival of the ambulance but more importantly… Alex.

As she waited, her fight for consciences failed and her vision slowly went blank.

Jordan awoke again; only her pain wasn't as traumatic as before, it was still there of course. She looked around the room and saw that the room she laid in was white.

Hospital, she guessed and she was right.

The nurse walking into her room confirmed it. By reading her nametag, Jordan confirmed that her was Angela.

"Oh hello," Jordan's open eyes startled her, "sorry, I didn't know that you were awake," her cheeks turned pink.

She must be a young nurse, Jordan thought and was, once again, right.

"So, so, how are you feeling?" she stuttered.

"I'm fine," she lied, and then looked around the blank room. There was a problem.

No Alex.

"I have a question, is there a boy here than came into the hospital with me. He's not hurt, well at least I don't think he is, but I'm pretty sure he was with me when the ambulance came," the nurse smiled at her like she was her younger sister.

"Yes there was, Alex I think," Jordan nodded, "he's in the cafeteria now eating," and then there was a pause and a grin on the nurse's face appeared. "Is he your boyfriend?"

Jordan returned the smile, "something like that."

"Good job, he's cute. Well… for being fourteen and all," she explained but her face turned red.

"Uh-huh," Jordan smirked.

"Well anyways, let me know if you need anything," she said quickly then left the room.

Minutes after Angela left, she arrived again but only with Alan Blunt at her heels.

"You have a visitor Jordan," she smiled then left them alone.

Oh shit, Jordan thought once she saw whom it was. He walked up to the side of her bed and pulled up a chair and sat down next to her bed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked but she just rolled her eyes.

"Oh puh-lease Blunt, you sound like the nurse!"

"Well can you tell me what happened then so I can leave without Alex finding out I'm here!" he snapped and she scoffed scornfully.

"Fine, Yassen Jerk-o-vitch showed up at my house and shoved a knife into my shin and shoulder," she retorted and watched with pleasure as Mr. Blunt's eyes widened.

"So he hasn't forgotten about it?" Blunt whispered and she shook her head.

"Obviously not, it's only been a year."

"But I though-"

"Well you obviously thought wrong!" she shouted then held back unwanted tears.

"Who gave your identity away? We spent to so much time trying to create you a new person I thought you were safe."

"Are you kidding me!?" she shouted, "This is Yassen we're talking about! Once you made me get involved with them what do you think would happen?!" then her tears came out like on big salty mess. "Now I probably can't play soccer!" she yelled at him.

"I'm sorry Jordan, I can't believe how much we screwed up, things like this never happen!" he apologized weakly.

"Now what am I going to do? I'm hurt, so I probably can't be on the soccer team anymore which means someone has to take over my mission!" she cried and then started hyperventilating which made the heart monitor beep like crazy.

"Calm down, Jordan, or the nurse is going to throw me out!" he told her quickly so Jordan attempted to calm herself down and finally it stopped.

"Okay, I only have a short amount of time now because the nurse will be in here any second, so here's what we're going to do," she nodded and he continued. "You're going to get better and play soccer again, you don't have any games this week so you can just take this week to recover and then you'll be playing soccer again."

"The doctor said that it'll take months for my shoulder and shin to heal… and the burns!" she countered referring to the huge marks on her arms left by the fire.

"You have to just… live with it, we have no one else who can cover your mission, Jordan," he smiled weakly at her then left without saying another word.

Seconds later the nurse rushed in looked rather worried.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Jordan nodded.

"Yeah, I just got a little freaked out," she told her with a forced smile. Angela nodded at her and then checked her heart monitor, and then she left.

Jordan quickly fell asleep afterwards.

Her eyes opened again only this time to see a figure sitting next to on a blue chair that used to sit in the corner of the room.

She looked up at it and once she saw the shaggy dirty blond hair and serious brown eyes, she grinned widely.

"Hey," she whispered to him and his head whipped towards her.

"Jordan!" Alex exclaimed and quickly took her hand.

"How's it going?" she asked with a sly smile.

"You tell me," he grinned back.

"I'm fine, really. So stop worrying!" Jordan laughed and he just smiled but then it faded.

"What happened?" she let out a large breath of air and then she explained.

"Someone from an old mission showed up at my house and tried to kill me," she told him.

"Who was it?"

"I… I…" she stuttered, "I don't remember," she lied and felt a welt of guilt drop to the pits of her stomach like brick.

"It's going to be okay, Jor," he told her soothingly.

"Yeah… hopefully," she mumbled.

"Hey Jordan," Alex said, making her look up.

He smiled at her and then kissed her softly on the lips.

Jordan felt like smiling but kissing Alex Rider made it harder for her to ignore her guilt.

A/N: Hey!! Okay well I'm super sorry for this taking sssooooo long!!!! And don't worry you will find out everything soon enough!!

Thanks for all the reviews and subscribers and etc.!!! You have no idea how good that feels!

Since basketball is over for me, new chapters will be coming up sooner (hopefully!)

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~Hannah~