This is my first AR, although I swear I've read three fourth of the fan fiction AR. This is the first of probably a few AR with Ian and Alex.

Disclaimer: I could never have the patience to research all the things in Alex Rider.

Ian Rider sighed exhaustingly before turning his car off outside his Chelsea London townhouse. It had been a long and grueling espionage mission to Honduras. Consisting of mad men, suspicious assistance, nuclear threats, chemical explosions, and more, it had been of the most grueling missions the twenty-eight year old spy had ever done. Now, exhausted, beaten, and impatient, Ian Rider had to go home to his four year old nephew who was sick with a cold.

Although the quiet four year old sometimes drove him mad, Ian adored his deceased brother's son. Alex was adorable by all accounts. He had his father's blond hair that hung in those copy-cat brown eyes. His skin was a peachy color that belonged to his mother. He was short for his age, but that only added to his cuteness. Many times Ian would take the little boy to the store and all the people there would awe over the young boy. Then they would ask him how old his son was and Ian would kindly but tensely tell them Alex was his nephew.

Ian didn't like to think of his late brother. John Rider would be around thirty-five by now. Ian had always been several years younger than John, but that had added to the two being close. John was always protective of him, and Ian always loved it. Ian had always been second-rate to the great John Rider. In school, his football would always grumble that he wasn't as good as John. In adulthood, MI6 would always sigh at their lost spy and his replacement that would never be as good.

Ian shook his head and stopped himself from thinking about his brother. Sighing again he grabbed his suitcase and got out of the car. As he was walking to the front door he could hear the nanny arguing with Alex.

"Alexander, you need to take your medicine!" She yelled, no doubt ordering the boy for the tenth time to take his cold medicine.

Ian chuckled, knowing Alex's stubbornness. He opened the front door and set his suitcase down.

"No, I don't want to!" Alex croaked.

"Alexander, if I were Ian you would take it." She snapped.

"No he wouldn't." Ian said, smiling slightly.

"Mr. Rider!"

"Ian!" His four year old nephew screamed, jumping up from the couch. The boy went into a fit of coughs after the scream.

Ian hugged his little nephew and ruffled his blond hair. "Hello, Mrs. Carlton. I'm sorry Alex is so stubborn. I'll give it to him later."

"It's no problem, sir. He should probably have it now. He's still sick as you can see." The fifty year old women said.

Ian smiled tightly. He glanced down at Alex who was staring at the floor. "Alex, take your medicine then maybe I'll let you watch a movie before bed."

The four year old's eyes lit up. "Will you watch it with me?" He asked, naturally clinging to Ian. Alex always tended to be clingy to Ian after a mission.

Ian fought back a groan. "Of course, kiddo. Now, take your medicine." And let it put you to sleep. He thought before turning to the nanny. "Mrs. Carlton, after he gets his medicine you can leave. Thank you so much for watching him again. Did I already give you your check?"

The old women nodded. "It was no problem and yes, sir, you did." She ruffled Alex's blond hair and smiled at his flinch. "Alright Alex, I'll be off once you get your medicine."

Alex looked up at Ian. "Ian?"

"What?" The man asked, afraid. Alex was acting shy, that wasn't a good sign.

"Can I sleep downstairs?" He asked, knowing Ian wouldn't like it.

Ian was just knit-picky like that. Yet, not wanting to disappoint his nephew he sighed. "Maybe, let me think about it during the movie."

"Okay." The boy said, eyes lighting up.

"Alright, I'm going to go take a shower. I want you to take your medicine, get changed, get your blanket and pillow, and then wait for me." Ian ordered, grabbing his suitcase.

Alex nodded and fallowed Mrs. Carlton to the kitchen to take that gross tasting liquid that was suppose to taste like bubblegum.

A half hour later Ian sat on the couch watching some ridiculous child movie. Alex's head lay in his lap, and Ian smiled at the young boy trying hard not to fall asleep. He rested a hand on Alex's shoulder and smiled further as Alex snuggled closer to Ian. Alex was clinging onto his stuffed animal puppy, which Ian had bought him in Spain about two years ago. Alex's navy blue blanket was wrapped around him as he coughed lightly.

"Alex, you need to go to sleep." Ian said, glancing at the clock. Nine-thirty pm.

"I don't want to." He mumbled, eyes drooping close.

"Alex, I promise, when you're older you can stay up till ten but right now you're a little kid who needs sleep. Especially when you're sick and have school Monday." Ian said, pausing the movie.

"But-"

"No buts. Bedtime mister." Ian said halfheartedly.

"Aww" Alex pouted, closing his eyes.

"Alex, what are you doing?" Ian asked, confused.

"Going to sleep." Alex answered, as if that was obvious.

"Downstairs? In the living room?"

"You said I could." The little boy complained.

"I said I would think about it." Ian stated.

"Well?" Alex questioned.

"No, you need to sleep in your bed." Ian insisted.

"I'm not moving." Alex said stubbornly.

Ian resisted a sigh. "Alex, upstairs. Now."

"No!"

"Alex." Ian said warningly, frowning.

"No!"

"Alexander Jonathan Rider."

Still a no.

"Fine." Ian mumbled, standing up. Alex smiled triumphantly. That is, until Ian picked him up and slung him up on his hip.

"Ian! Let go!" Alex yelled, squirming in his uncle's grip.

"No." Ian stated, smiling.

"Ian! Not fair!" Alex yelled.

"Life's not fair." Ian said, smiling further.

"Neither are you!"

Ian chuckled, opening his nephew's door. He dropped Alex down on his bed and chuckled again as blew a piece of blond hair out of his face. Alex glared up at him, rather viciously for a four year old. Ian smirked and threw Alex's blanket down over him. Alex then ripped the blanket away from his face and growled.

"Got something to say, squirt?" Ian taunted.

Alex shrugged.

Smiling in satisfaction, Ian began to turn Alex's bedroom light off.

"Ian?" Came that ever so shy voice.

Ian flinched. "What, Alex?"

"Will you sleep with me?" Alex asked, flinching as thunder and lightening crackled outside his window.

Ian sighed and nodded. Mind as well. Alex is terrified of thunder and lightening. "Move over, blondey."

Alex smiled and complied.

That night, Ian fell asleep with his arm around his four year old nephew's shoulders. Alex was snuggled close to his chest, one hand clinging Ian's shirt, another clinging his stuffed animal.

All in all, it was an adorable moment.

AN: So, how was that? Please read and review. Well, review since you probably already read. I'll take suggestions for which Alex/Ian moments you want. So far, I'm planning the depressing "where's mom and dad?" but you can suggest others. You should suggest others.