Worth A Thousand Words
A collection of drabbles based on words. Prompt: Acolyte. Jack is trying, and Tom finds Alex inconsiderate.
Disclaimer: It's only been a day since the last drabble. Do you really think that's enough time for me to suddenly gain the rights to Alex Rider? Well, no. It's not.
Acolyte, n.
One who attends or assists; follower
Insecurities
There wasn't much she could do. Feed him well, keep him clothed, love him lots—but it never seemed enough. So the further he slipped from her comprehension, the more she told herself that she would always be there for him. That no matter how useless she was, she would be his support. That no matter how scared she felt, nothing would make her leave.
And no matter how many times the seductive thought of leaving entered her mind—because she was useless, and she was scared—she would stay. For Alex.
If only she could make herself believe that.
Inconsiderate
"Hey, Al."
"What!" Alex snarled, irritated at Tom for disrupting his work once again.
"If you're James Bond, what does that make me?"
Alex glared at Tom. "I don't have time for thi—"
"I mean," Tom interrupted, "Bond doesn't have a clear sidekick. M and Q have already been taken, so just his floozy Bond girls are left and I will NOT be one of them."
"You'd look horrible in a bikini," Alex agreed.
"Seriously, Alex! You should've been more considerate and gotten drafted by…the Lone Ranger, or some Time Lords, or something. What kind of friend are you?"
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Edits 9/15/14: Minor grammar fixes.