Yassen POV
"Drive faster now or let me drive!" John yelled in Yassen's ear. Breathe calmly, Yassen told himself. Just breathe calmly, and calm John down. No matter what do not kill him.
"John, speeding would draw the attention of the cops. And it would only take us longer to talk ourselves out of a ticket. So obey the law sit back in you seat and try not to draw attention to yourself or I will be forced to knock you out. Do you understand me?" Yassen said while counting to ten and ignoring the throbbing head ache John's yelling had caused.
John nodded and stared out the window with a desperate look on is face
"We will be there soon and then we can bring him back to the house. K-unit will be there and this time we will be smarter. We have got this covered." Ian said wanting to calm and sooth is brother, but knowing only Alex would be able to do that.
Yassen sighed only a half hour left. Maybe he could go a little faster.
20 minutes later.
John POV
"Come on the door isn't locked. He is most likely in his room. He spent a lot of time in his room or at Tom's house." Ian whispered as he remembered those happier days.
John shoved passed Ian and sprinted up the stairs and to Alex's room.
When John threw open the door he saw a sight that killed him inside. His son sat on his bed and there was a gun in his hand that was pointed at his head.
"Alex, please Alex just let us help please. We can help you. I promise we will be there this time. Just please Alex, Alex, please." John begged. And Alex just stared back.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I really am." Alex whispered back.
And the gunshot ran through the air.
Alex fell to the ground gripping his arm. Yassen lowered his gun and stepped pass John into Alex's bedroom.
"I'm sorry, Alex, but this is the only way. You will forgive me later." Yassen said and gingerly picked up Alex and carried him down to the car.
"You shot him?" Ian questioned with a confused and relieved look on his face. At least Alex was alive, when he had heard that shot he had assumed Alex had killed himself. And something inside him broke. When he had noticed the gun in Yassen's hand disbelief had swept through him. For a moment he thought Yassen had killed Alex, but then he had seen Yassen carry out.
"It was better than the alternative. Wouldn't you agree?" Yassen said.
Ian nodded and John just followed dumbly.
"I think it's about time that we take him with us and be the family he needs don't you agree?" Yassen whispered as he looked down at the now unconscious and bleeding Alex Rider.
John nodded and smiled sadly. Ian had one single tear trailing down his cheek as he nodded.
2 Days Later
Alex groaned and stared as sunlight streamed in through a window. And then the nausea hit him. He turned on his side and puked on the floor. And then became aware of a sharp pain in his right arm.
"Bloody Hell! What did I do stab myself?" Alex mumbled and then he remembered. The gunshot ringing through out the air, the pain of the bullet tearing into his flesh and his gun clattering to the ground. And then Yassen carrying him. After that it was blank. He assumed after looking around that he was at the same house he had been at before. And his suspicions were confirmed when Maisy walked in and stared at him.
"He's awake." Maisy yelled but stayed far enough away that a repeat of last time wouldn't happen and watched him.
John, Ian, and Yassen walked into the room and Maisy left and shut the door behind her.
"We need to talk. And there won't be any waiting this time. Alex we know we were supposed to be there and we wish we could have been. But it was supposed to be so much safer without us there. Instead however it turned out to be the worse situation for you. I apologize for that. Everything is going to change now. We are here whether you want us here or not. Do you understand that?" Ian said while holding himself together in desperation. Alex had to understand. All of the bad things were behind them now and they were going to move forward.
Alex stared blankly at them and then nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry. For everything. Please just let me go."
"No. Alex you are stuck with us. We will work through this together. And don't think you can escape like you did last time. We have taken many more precautions this time. You should rest now. Periodically we will give you painkillers for your arm. You will eat and when you are healed, we will talk. Until then unless you want to see one of us we will leave you alone and let you have solitude. I'm sorry Alex; we don't know any other way to do this." Yassen said and then left the room. After a while Ian followed until it was only John left.
John stood up and walked over to Alex he bent down and kissed Alex's forehead.
"I'm sorry Alex. Did you know every now and then they would send me videos of you or pictures of you? I lived for those days. I still have them. There's a video of you at a football game. You scored the winning goal. I was so proud. They also sent me your grades. Perfect student. Smart, athletic, witty, and caring, everything I could ever have asked from you. And you did it all without being asked. I love you Alex. You are my son, nothing can change that." John told him and then he left too. And Alex sat there all alone and the tears slowly fell down his cheeks.