A/N: Wow, I had to walk two miles today and have a three hour internship interview… I'm tired! Hope you enjoy.

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"Hey, Cub, are you looking for this?" Snake asked, picking up the sling that he had left on his bed. He'd seen it on Cub's bed and hadn't wanted the kid to be without it.

"Why the fuck did you move it?" Cub said, dropping his shirt down instantly and grabbing the sling. "That's my property, you asshole. I can have my father get you out of SAS faster than you can say 'Alan Blunt'."

"Your father's Alan Blunt?" Snake questioned, surprised. Wolf had told them that Cub was the son of some rich kid, but not who he was. They'd all heard the lecture on MI6 and even knew more than some individuals – Fox wanted to transfer there when they were done with SAS. "Head of MI6, right?"

"The one and only," Cub muttered as he adjusted his sling. "And still an asshole," he added.

Snake paused as he tried to think of how to best ask Cub about his scars. He decided that it would be best just to be blunt. "Cub, how'd you get those scars?"

"Skateboarding accident," Cub said, moving from the room.

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Alex was furious with himself. He'd been there all of two bloody days and someone had managed to find his secret. The team's medic had managed to find his secret, to make it worse. What was his father going to do? He was going to kill him.

When other people used to ask about his secret, he'd usually say classified. Alex had learned that only made them more curious in the long run and go to greater lengths to investigate him. There was only so much they could do; his father was the head of MI6, after all, but the investigations still scared him never the less.

He still remembered the first time he'd talked to his father about it. Well, Alan Blunt, anyway. He couldn't really think of the man as his father.

Flashback

"Someone was questioning me at my school today," Alex said as he accepted the food Alan Blunt handed him. It had been cooked by the housekeeper before she'left. Jack or something. He hesitantly took a bite of the food.

"What were they asking you?" Alan asked, his voice suddenly cold. He had made it quite clear that Alex was not supposed to speak and now his son was breaking his rule. Alex winced; he didn't want to say anything, but his father had to know.

"They wanted to know how I got the scrape on my arm." The scrape had resulted because Alex had wanted to talk to his father before he left for work. Alan, already late, had shoved Alex down, grabbed Alex by his leg, and dragged him out of the house. He'd been locked out until the cleaner, who had her own key, came and let him in.

"What did you tell them?" Alan asked.

"That I tripped and fell. They wanted to know the circumstances, and I said 'classified'," Alex responded, nervous. He had failed once to do as his father asked in this circumstance and had been badly beaten.

"Good," Alan responded. He had his very, very, rare affectionate moments, and reached out and brushed against Alex's hair. "Did they pester you again after that?"

"No, sir," Alex responded. That was a half lie. The nurse had made him get it cleaned, but hadn't asked about where it had come from.

"Good," Alan responded.

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Alex sighed as he made his way to the mess hall. He really hated the food here. It was even worse than Alan's cooking, and that was saying something.

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"I just don't think he's telling the truth," Snake responded with an annoyed hushed whisper towards Wolf.

"I don't think it's any of our business, Snake. The kid's father's the head of MI6. If he's being abused or something, don't you think the dude's father would whip the guy's ass or hire an assassin?"

"I suppose you're right," Snake said with a tired grimace. "Hey, Cub!" he called cheerfully as he waved his hand. "You're just in time, the mess hall is about open!"

"Great," Cub responded with a trademarked roll of his eyes, "The food here is so good that I'm starved already."

Despite himself, Wolf chuckled. The kid could have his humor moments – good to know. Unless, of course, he was being serious, which Wolf highly doubted.

Eagle hung back from the trio, lost in his own thoughts. There was just something that didn't hold water about Cub to him, and he was determined to find out what.

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It was late at night when Alex was roughly grabbed out of his sleep and a hand was placed over his mouth. "Don't say a word, or I'll kill you now, I swear to God," the man's voice responded. Alex felt his whole body tense. Was this some wild form of training or was someone actually kidnapping him?

He was able to note that Snake had been pulled out of his bunk as well. Alex had only a minute to breathe as a pillow case was roughly shoved over his head.

Ten minutes later, Alex was thoroughly convinced that he was going to be treated no more gently than a sack of potatoes. He had been dropped twice, whether accidentally or on purpose, he wasn't sure. He was pretty sure, also, that he was being kidnapped. He knew, however, that it would be stupid to attempt to call out for help when the camp was in the midst of likely being overtaken. It would only get him in trouble or smacked.

He was thrown on the floor for a third and final time. His pillow-hood was roughly yanked off. "What's your name?" they demanded.

Fear seized through Alex. They couldn't know his name; they'd either hold him for greater ransom or they would dispose of him… This couldn't possibly be a training exercise. "What is your name, your moron? Surely you have one?" they asked. It was followed up by a punch.

Alex had only a minute to survey the room before he was punched again. "You're just a bloody schoolboy. What the hell are you doing here, and what's your name?"

He suddenly remembered the codename he had been given by the sergeant. Maybe this was the reason why he was given a code name. "Cub," he responded.

"Your real name, you bloody moron!"

"Cub," he said again, confused. Who were these people? Why did they look like they were enjoying this?

"Damn moron. Put him with the others, we'll break him in the morning, along with the other youngest one," a man who Alex dubbed Biceps said.

Shorty chuckled. "I always like tormenting the youngest on a team. It gets answers so much more quickly," he added with a wicked grin at Alex.

Alex felt like he was going to vomit. How did he get caught up in this? And what the hell was going on?

Worse, what if the rest of the team found out about his scars?

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A/N: Dun… dun… dun… So… how long until they find out his scars? Are you starting to get the "real" idea for who is behind the scars? Challenge: Why was Alex kidnapped? And is the whole team with him, or only Snake? Guess if you dare…