Alright people, I think I should probably answer some of these reviews. I love all of you guys, even the person who just left me a smiley face, that made me laugh, but I can only comment on some.

Zenbon zakura: my first reviewer! I completely agree with how sad it is Ian is an outsider in the series. I'm glad you enjoyed my little Daniels trick.

Albany: Thank you for testing my Spanish skills by constantly writing in Spanish. That second review, it's more of a badge I think. I'm American so I barely know what Parachute Regiment (PR) is. It's a really cool badge though.

IFoundAPickle: Sweet name, and that review for chapter two made me laugh so hard. So you're the person that left me a smiley!

Spanish Lover: Thanks for correcting that Spanish error

Nondescriptwriter: aww, thanks. I feel so special

CHiKa-RoXy: I actually do have a full length AR planned out, but I have to have time. I've got like ten extra activates going right now but I swear I will eventually post that. It's when Alex is seventeen and after SR. I like your ideas, but have you ever read "A Working Day", it has all that and some. Except instead of Ian it's John. You can find it in my favorites. Chapter 4 review, thanks! I love hearing that they're interesting and well written.

I regret to inform you this might be the last one-shot. I'm so busy lately but honestly, I'm losing my inspiration. This took long, for me, to update cause I couldn't think of anything. I have thought of one shots for K-Unit. Maybe a couple with Alex.

Anyway

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Here it is

"So, how mad is he?" Ian Rider asked his now five years housekeeper/nanny, Jack Starbright. He was referring to his nephew, Alex, and how mad he must be since Ian had been gone during his birthday.

Okay, so Ian may have promised the now thirteen year old that he would be home by his birthday. He may have said he would call if he couldn't make it. But… things happen. Mad men find out you're a spy, you have to hide in a small village and hope to God you don't stick out.

Yet, he really couldn't tell Alex that.

"Hey Jack." Alex said, walking by in his uniform and walking out the front door.

"That mad." Jack stated to Ian.

Ian flinched. "It's been three days since I got home. He's never stayed this mad at me. He usually can't even last three minutes."

Jack sighed. "Ian, you promised him you would at least call. Then, you didn't even say anything when you got home. Of course he's mad."

"What can I do?" Ian asked, feeling incredibly guilty. It was times like these that Ian just wanted to tell them the truth.

"Take him out to do something. Maybe go for a short vacation." She suggested, silently wanting them to leave so she could catch up on school work.

Ian's eyes lit up. "Maybe we could go to Spain and do some climbing."* Silently he added the fact that Alex would be able to practice his Spanish that he was nearly fluent in.

Jack smiled. "That's a great idea, Ian. I'll stay here so you can have some alone time with Alex."

Ian nodded, hugging Jack. "If you need anything I'll be in my office. Just knock."

Alex Rider was surprised when he saw his uncle's expensive Jeep in the school drive, ready to pick him up.

He was even more surprised to see Ian in the drivers seat.

Sighing and reminding himself that he was suppose to be mad at Ian, Alex climbed into the Jeep and ignored the man.

"How was school, kiddo?"

…

"Alex?" Ian asked desperately.

…

"Alex Rider, you have to talk to me eventually."

…

Ian sighed before slowly smirking. "Well, maybe I should just leave with a sitter. Jack's going home to the States and I decided to get two tickets to Spain for the week. You are on Spring Break."

Alex flinched. Not fair. That's cheating. Alex grumbled in his head. On the outside, his face was emotionless.

"Guess I'll have to take another thirteen year old boy. Hmm, maybe Tom?" Ian said, looking out the window for Alex's friend.

A small pout.

Ian laughed and ruffled his nephew's blond hair. "Hmm, maybe a certain blond haired brat if he decides to say something."

"Fine." Alex mumbled.

Ian smiled. "Was that a voice I just heard?"

"I'm still mad at you."

Ian chuckled. "And you should be. I'm sorry, Alex. I should have at least called."

"Yeah you should have." Alex mumbled.

"Do you forgive me?" Ian asked, glancing at his nephew.

"As long as we're going to Spain."

"We are."

"Okay." Alex said, smiling.

"What are my rules for overseas trips?" Ian asked.

"Always speak their language. Always tell you where I am. Never wander off." Alex recited, remembering the rules from all their trips.

"Good." Ian said, ruffling his hair again. He chuckled as Alex scrunched up his nose and pulled away. "Now, what are my rules for cars?"

Alex looked down.

"Oh yeah." Alex mumbled, putting his seat belt on.

He wondered why Ian hadn't moved yet.

Now fifteen, Alex stared at the picture of him and his uncle from that trip. His uncle had his arm around him, looking protective yet happy. Alex had a huge smile on his face and was leaning into his uncle, looking innocent and happy.

"Wow, is that seriously you?" Sabina asked, peaking over his shoulder.

Alex nodded. "Yeah. Ian and I."

She smiled. "You look so cute."

Alex shrugged. "That was the last trip we took together. We went scuba diving and mountain climbing. I practiced my Spanish."

"Is that how most of your trips were?" She asked, jumping over the couch to sit by him. She leaned against his shoulder and smiled.

He nodded, draping an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah, most of them. The first one was when I was four or five. I think we went to France. We ate lunch at the top of the Eiffel Tower."

"You alright?" She asked quietly, seeing the haze in his eyes.

"Yeah, I just… I just… I…" Alex sighed. "I miss him."