Did I get this chapter up in time? I swear, if my friends keep yelling at me for not 'informing them that I was continuing with this story', I will seriously make them do my homework. :D
ok, I've been playing with ideas and it occured to me that everybody is EXTREMELY OOC... i hope you don't mind, pervy Alex is just my type of character :D
hope you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: Alex Rider and all related characters/plot/misc. all belong to Anthony Horowitz, not me.
Chapter 2: Was That a Come On?
"Hey, Jack?" Alex called as he walked into their house. "Jack? Jack, are you home?"
"Yeah," a muffled voice called from the first floor( i: see footnote). "I'm in the bedroom!"
Dropping his bag and sprinting up the stairs two at a time and rushed into Jack's room to see what was the matter. She was always waiting for him downstairs with some Japanese snack or artifact that she had bought, so it was unusual for her to be in her room. "What's wrong?"
Jack poked her head out of walk-in closet, her eyes were puffy and red, and her cheeks were covered in tearstains. "Dad had a heart attack last month and a stroke this morning, the doctors say that he…he won't have long t-to live, and I'm going to America for two weeks to stay with him. I'm really really really sorry, Alex. I know that after everything you must be stressed out stuff, but I just really need to do this, and I feel really bad about leaving you here alone, and…"
Alex pulled his housekeeper into a tight embrace, "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself. You go do what you have to. Take a month if you need it," he said with a sad smile on his face.
He didn't know what having real parents felt like, and he wanted Jack to be able to experience the feeling for as long as possible.
Kissing the teen on the forehead, Jack hiccupped with relief, "Thank you, Alex. Thank you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you."
Twenty minutes later, Jack was gone and Alex had the house to himself. As bad as he felt about it, Alex was, in a sense, relieved that Jack wasn't here. He now had the freedom to communicate with Yassen.
Finishing his Pre-Calc, AP Chemistry, English, and French homework within several hours, the Rider sat down and ate the leftover meat loaf in the refrigerator. He had resisted replying to Yassen for a few hours to see if anything would happen, but it appeared that he was mistaken.
Yassen was waiting for him to make the first move, to confront him…just like last time.
Pulling out his cell phone, he texted the ex-assassin. C: Get me a new phone. –AR
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When Alex got home the following day, sure enough, there was a package lying in wait on the front door step. Jack had just called and said that she was in New York with her parents, he'd gotten his first test score back (98%), and now, he had his phone line to Yassen. Life was getting better. Oh, did he mention that it was Friday? Yeah. Life was definitely good.
It had been a month since he'd last seen the man, so he'd had some time to think, and Yassen occupied almost every moment of that thinking, which scared him a little. Back during the Stormbreaker case, Alex swore that he would hate the man, but now…some time later, he was seeking his presence.
Why did he feel this way? What was so special about Yassen? And of course, why was he becoming friends with his uncle's killer? The questions were endless, and they only posed to raise new issues.
All this business with Yassen seemed to have a negative effect on his life, but on the other hand, he'd never had more fun; not with Ian, or Jack, or Tom. Alex wasn't sure if he should be involved with the Russian any further, but it would be hard to stay away.
The teen opened the package and pulled out the phone. Sleek, black, and sexy, oh yeah. There was a seven-digit code to unlock the device. Smirking, Alex typed in the letters that he knew to be correct:
C-O-S-S-A-C-K
There was already one number programmed into the address book, he should have known. Taking a deep breath, Alex dialed.
In the middle of the first ring, somebody answered. "Hello?" that voice, low and timbre, it was unmistakably masculine, unmistakably Yassen Gregorovich.
"Yassen," Alex started. "Thanks…uh…for the phone."
The elder chuckled faintly, "You're welcome. Hopefully MI6 won't be tapping you phone lines anymore?"
"Yeah, hopefully." Alex cleared his throat, this was beyond awkward. "So…was there, anything you wanted?"
"Not particularly," the Russian drawled. "Are you alright? School going well?"
Alex grunted, "I'm swell, having three hours of worthless crap the general population accepts by the term "homework" on your plate each night does wonders for the state of my mental health."
"That sounds wonderful," Yassen laughed. "Just a few more years…"
"I'm not sure I'll live that long," Alex responded wryly. "Whether it be from a bullet or my own madness from doing pointless shit every night."
"Alex, I don't want to hear that," Yassen admonished gently, referring to both the subject of death and the foul language. "I won't let you die, I swear that on my life."
The Rider blushed, thankful he was on the phone and not talking with the elder in person. "Th-that won't be necessary…"
"Jack asked me to keep an eye on you, Alex. I plan on doing that for her, if not for you," the Russian stated, meaning every word.
"You make it sound like you two are together, or something," Alex grumbled. When he was met with silence from the other, he quickly added, "You're not, right?"
He heard Yassen clear his throat on the other end, "No…I- never mind."
"Then why you?" Alex inquired. "Why not someone who's not so…shady?"
"What do you consider 'not shady', Alex?" the Rider could hear the scowl in the other's voice, it sounded as if the Russian was a little, dare he say it? Offended. "A government agency? Oh! I know, MI6! They're not shady at all, they've just tried to kill you, what was it? 7 times…"
"Point made," Alex conceded. "So, if you're going to keep an eye on me, where are you right no-?"
Alex stopped as a pair of calloused hands descended on his eyes, effectively blinding him. "Where do you want me to be?" a sensual voice whispered in the Rider's ear.
The younger shivered, "I…really hate it when you do that…"
Removing his hands and ruffling the teen's hair affectionately, Yassen walked past Alex and made himself comfortable at the kitchen table. "Then you should have expected it," the elder countered playfully.
"I love you too," Alex sarcastically retorted.
Cocking a brow, the Russian leaned back in his chair and let his gaze wander over the younger appraisingly. "You've got bags under your eyes," he deadpanned after a moment of blatant staring.
Reaching up instinctively, Alex was surprised. "I do?"
Yassen got up and walked to the teen. Cupping the younger's face; the elder ran his thumbs lightly over the slightly swollen skin under Alex's startled eyes. "Just a little…you should be taking better care of our body, Mr. Rider…"
Alex felt a blush bloom from the tips of his ears down to his neck, both from the proximity and the realization that Yassen was teasing him. 'Two can play this game,' he thought. "So what would you suggest doing…Doctor Gregorovich?"
Smirking, the Russian slowly slid his hands down to firmly grasp the teen's shoulders. Leaning in next to the Rider's ear, he whispered, "How about something that includes a bed, some comfy pillows, and several long hours?"
'Was that a come on?' Alex wondered mentally. Judging from the elder's prior actions, Alex decided that it was worth the humor to do what he was about to do. Sliding his arms around the taller man's neck and forcing Yassen to loop his around Alex's waist, the teen played coyly with Yassen's blonde hair at the base of the elder's neck. "Are you talking about sex?"
Yassen was, quite frankly, shocked at the response, but quickly gathered his wits in time to reply, "You're such a teenager, Alex. Get your head out of that chasm you call a 'gutter'." (Get it? Chasm is big, gutter is small? Alex is a BIG perv? …Maybe I'm the only one who understands my logic…hmmm.)
Alex just pulled the elder closer into what could now, officially, be called a hug. "I can't help it, you're just too irresistible," he joked.
The Russian laughed and squeezed the Rider's hips playfully, "Go get some rest, you hormonal freak."
"But I don't want to," the teen pouted, moving back and crossing his arms.
Yassen sighed, "Just go, I want to get some shut eye as well."
Alex brightened immediately, "Really? The great Yassen Gregorovich actually wants some sleep? Gasp!"
The Russian scowled at the display of typical teenage drama, "Shut up."
"Don't tell me," the younger said suspiciously, pointing an accusing finger at Yassen. "You got laid and now you're worn out."
The elder slapped Alex on the cheek, leaving a pink spot in the shape of a handprint. "Damn you and your filthy ideas. I do not get laid. I do the laying."
Alex laughed involuntarily, "Aren't you such a big boy…"
"Stop it, Rider," the elder threatened, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Or what," taunted Alex.
"Oh, you don't want to know," Yassen responded mysteriously, steering the younger towards his bedroom.
'Fuck,' Alex swore in his head. 'What the hell is going on with us?'
(i) First floor = second floor for all you fellow Americans ;)
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