This one is a bit longer but I have a lot of breaks in it.

At half past two in the afternoon, a five year old English boy watched as all his fellow schoolmates filed out with their parents and/or siblings. Yet, for Alex Rider, it would be another half hour wait before Ian got him. Alex usually had to sit down with the teacher for sometimes an hour before someone would come get him.

"Is Alex Rider in here?" A man asks as he smiles friendly to the teacher.

The man is about thirty-five years old with blond hair, green eyes, and pale skin. His voice carries a foreign accent not familiar to Alex so he can't be Spanish, German, Polish, Japanese, or English. Alex would recognize those accents.

The teacher, Mrs. Challis smiles fondly at the man. "Yes, he's right there. Can I ask who you are?"

"I'm a coworker of Ian Rider." The man said, a hostility in his eyes.

Mrs. Challis glanced at the young five year old. "Alex, did Ian mention to you that you were going to get a ride from Mr.-"

"Tozcheck." The man supplied. "Ma'am, Ian had a last minute client to take care of, so the bank sent me to pick Alex up. I can give you my ID if I must, but I was just going to pick Alex up and take him to the bank."

Mrs. Challis nodded. "You're fine. Goodbye, Alex." She said, not paying the two a second thought.

Alex cocked his head as he fallowed the man. "Where's Ian?"

The man smiled tightly. "At the bank, Alex."

"He never sends someone to get me. He says it's dangerous." Alex continued, looking up at the man.

"He's right." Tozcheck said menacingly.

Alex stopped right in front of the school doors. He took a step back away from the man. "You're not friends with Ian." He whispered, taking another step back.

A strong hand grabbed Alex around the waist and covered his mouth. The little boy writhed in the other man's strong grip. He whimpered, trying to scream but no sound would escape.

The first man kneeled so he was eye level with the scared little boy. "No, Alex, I am no friend of Ian Rider. Your uncle did a very bad thing to me, and now I will do one to him. You are going to be my little hostage until your uncle turns himself in." He put his hand on the little boys cheek. "Maybe Ian will come running after you, maybe he will just forget you. Guess we will have to find out, little Rider."

He looked at the man behind Alex and nodded.

Then, a cloth was pressed against Alex's mouth and nose before the whole world went dark.

"Damn it." Ian swore quietly as he started his car. Someone had taken his nephew, and Ian had the sinking suspicion he knew who. Man, this was not good.

Suddenly his cell phone began to ring and Ian oh so hesitantly answered it.

"Hello, Rider."

"Ian, I believe I have something you want." Brandon Tozcheck's voice purred.

"Do you?" Ian asked, voice emotionless.

"I do. Would you like to talk to him? He seems pretty scared." Brandon taunted, making sure Ian heard Alex's whimpers.

Ian gritted his teeth. "Leave him alone, Tozcheck."

"Now why would I do that? I'm a criminal, I take pleasure in this kind of thing. Hearing your little nephew whimpering, it is such a beautiful sound. Sure, he is adorable, but he is your nephew and John Rider's son. The last heir into an unstoppable spy family. If he is gone, then who can possibly continue the Rider legacy." Tozcheck said, the evil grin present in his voice.

Ian squeezed his fist tight. "Let me talk to him, prove to me Alex is there."

An evil chuckle. "One moment."

"Ian," a small, scared voice asked quietly.

Ian flinched, knowing his nephew's voice. "Alex, listen. I want you-"

"Ah ah, now Ian, do not get him into trouble." The man paused, taking a deep breath and shoving the gag back onto Alex's mouth. "Here is your instructions Rider. Come to the compound at midnight. If you double cross me, Alex Rider will die. Understand?"

"Yes." Ian grumbled.

"Goodbye, Ian. See you tomorrow at midnight."

Hitting the steering wheel, Ian scrolled through his contacts until he found an old ally. One he had met only once.

At John and Helen's funeral.

(I almost cut it off right there)

Thirty seven year old Matthew Daniels sat at his kitchen table and read through the newspaper. His four children, Nathan, Isabella, Henry, and Ben were all sitting there, doing their homework and bickering with each other like usual.

Matthew had never imagined having kids, but thanks to some drinking and lack of thinking, the twenty-two year old soldier became a father. Thus came Henry. During Parachute Regiment operations, Henry's mother and Matthew's wife, would take care of him. Two years later, one year before he retired from the PR, Ben and Nathan came. After the announcements of the twins, Matthew dropped out of PR. After getting a job as a cop, three years later Isabella arrived.

Now the oldest was fifteen, the twins were thirteen, and Isabella was ten.

And he was alone with them while his wife was in Spain on vacation.

Yay.

"No way, I'm way better than you!" Nate yelled at his twin brother.

"Oh yeah, then why do you always get the football stolen?" Ben replied.

"I do not!"

"Do to!"

"Boys," Matthew began, standing up. "Get your homework done now, unless you want to be grounded for the weekend."

Both boys grumbled before looking down at their homework.

"Dad, what's this mean?" Ben asked, pointing to his Arabic homework.

Matthew walked over to his secretly favorite child and glanced at the homework. He had never learned the Middle Eastern language, but he had had a fellow unit-mate who had. John usually teach Matt some of the language, along with watch the kids. John didn't have any kids until he was in his early thirties. Ben, Nate, and Henry had all been close to their "Uncle". Yet, right after John's son had been born, both John and his wife died on a plane crash.

Matt often wondered what happened to the baby boy John and Helen had named Alex. Maybe Anthony had taken him, but more than likely Ian would have.

"Um, who owns the something." Matt said, shrugging.

Ben sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. "This is hard."

"Learning a language is, kiddo." Matt mumbled, walking over to the counter and checking his phone.

One new message from unknown address.

Frowning, Matt played the message.

"Matthew Daniels? This is Ian Rider, John's younger brother. I need your help with a work related issue. Can you give me a call back?"

Matt paled, wondering what could be so urgent that a man he had met once would call him. Him of all people. Shouldn't he call Anthony?

Walking into his office he called Ian back.

"Hello?"

"Ian Rider?" Matt began, leaning back in his chair.

"Matt?"

"Yeah, it's me. What did you need, Ian?" Matt asked, still curious.

"Look, to make a long story short, Alex has been kidnapped and if I tell MI6, he'll be killed." Ian said rather quickly.

"What? Where's Anthony? Why didn't you call him?" Matt demanded.

"Because I'd rather trust my life in the head of Scorpia's hand." Ian mumbled angrily. "Anthony works for Scorpia now."

"What?"

"Long story that I don't know all the details to. I just know he works for Scorpia, and was the one who put the bomb in John's plain."

Matt remained silent before sighing. "Not much we can do now. So, what do you need me for? Where are they holding him? Who is holding him?"

"I can't answer that second question, but as for the first, he's being held at a compound outside of London." Ian answered.

"Alright, I'll meet you at your house. Still the same one from four years ago?"

"Yes."

Matt was wearing a bullet proof vest, black long sleeve t-shirt, and black jeans. He had an earphone in so he could hear Ian. The plan was simple and hopefully effective. Ian would go after the guy who kidnapped Alex, Matt would go after Alex. That way, the kidnapper would never guess that someone was rescuing Alex.

Matt found the little boy hiding in the corner behind boxes. He flinched at how much the five year old looked like John. The same blond hair, the same brown eyes, even the same skin color.

The little boy whimpered through his gag.

"Shh, it's alright Alex. I'm a friend of your uncle. You're gonna be alright, you just have to be quiet." Matt said soothingly.

Alex nodded.

Untying the little boy, Matt picked him up and set him on his hip. The move reminded him of when Ben was young enough for him to be picked up. Matt held Alex a little closer as a protective instinct.

"Alex." Ian whispered, smiling.

Alex smiled wide.

"Come on." Ian said, taking Alex from Matt.

TEN YEARS LATER

"What is it?" Alex asked the SAS turned MI6 turned SAS again man.

"I think it's a medal from PR. My dad mentioned it. Guess him and your dad served together and Uncle John gave dad the medal to hold onto." Ben explained.

"What's your dad's name?" Alex asked, staring at the photo of his dad with a few other men. Alex had never understood why people said he looked like a clone of his dad, but looking at the picture made him understand.

"Matthew Daniels."

Why does that sound so familiar? Alex asked himself. Closing his fingers around the PR medal, he sighed. "Thanks Ben."

"No problem."

I know there wasn't too much action, but I wanted to focus more on the dialogue and back story.

You know the drill.

R&R Please