"Get out, this interview is over." Danny said, eyes glowing green with anger. Harry had developed a spine however, due to the people he had to deal with, and wouldn't back down.

"Has this person threatened you in any way?"

"Get out!"

"Danny, it's unhealthy to keep your emotions bottled up, you know."

"OUT!" roared the halfa, getting to his feet. "You have overstayed your welcome, and you're really getting on my nerves."

Harry hid his smirk as he got to his feet. He was taller than Danny by a foot or two. Once more, he made an attempt to get something out of the ghost boy.

Danny snapped, flying at the man and then inside of him, overshadowing him. Not a second later, Harry walked out of the kitchen, popping his head into the living room.

"Hey, guys," he called as softly as he could in his current mood "I'm going to take the trash out. Be right back."

Sam turned to look at him, and her eyes went wide. She had heard Danny's voice, but it was the reporter that she was seeing. The man didn't stay to hear her questions, and flew away intangibly.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry awoke from the strangest sensation he had ever experienced. Looking around, he thought that he was in the air. With a cry, he ran to the side, right into a glass wall. Frantically, he pounded his fists against the glass.

"Oi! Someone! Hey!" he yelled. All the little people below paid him no heed, for they couldn't hear or see him.

Slowly, reality came to the man, and he stopped to examine his glass bubble. It was more of a pod, really. He peered straight down from the glass, to see another pod a few feet below, identical in size. When he ran to the other side of his pod to repeat this, he got the same results.

"Oh, dear god." He moaned. Danny Phantom had flown him to the top of the London Eye, and left him there. He would be trapped in the pod until it made its way back to the bottom. The wheel didn't officially open for the day for three more hours, however, at ten.

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Miles away, Danny had transformed back into his human half, and was back under his blanket. Sam had demanded to know what had happened, and so Danny, with a yawn, promised to tell her everything later. Turning the other way, he collapsed back on to the pillow, and was asleep in minutes.

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At noon, local time, three of the teens were still fast asleep. The forth had just woken up, and was very confused. With a groan, he tried to sit up, but his body thought otherwise and kept him lying down. His eyebrows crinkled, and he almost opened his eyes, only to think otherwise at the last moment. If he was where he thought he was, he didn't want to see anything. Breathing deeply, he tried and failed to turn a little to get into a more comfortable position.

Alex stopped trying to move as his brain registered the smell. Cautiously, he sniffed at the air again, and then finally opened his eyes to see a familiar ceiling. Turning his head to the right, he saw Tucker stretched out at an odd angle on another chair. The boy's face was hidden, but his red hat gave his identity away. Someone else was on the ground, Danny, turned away and clearly sleeping. The spy guessed that Sam was on the last seat in the room, and was probably asleep as well. Shakily, the spy raised his left arm to grab the top of the couch to pull himself up. Biting his lip, he forced his body to move, using both of his arms to get into a sitting position. His legs weren't nearly as sore, and it was easy work to swing them over the side and onto the ground. Alex rolled his sore shoulders once, proving to himself that he could do it, before pushing off from the couch to stand. Walking was easier for him to do than he had thought it would be, and he smiled, hobbling off to the bathroom to take a shower.

Getting up the stairs were something of a problem, so he gave up in the end and settled on using the bathroom on the first floor. His room was on the second floor, which was a bit of a problem. Perhaps the soreness would fade away after the shower though. He'd be fine as long as he didn't run into Sam; that would be pretty embarrassing, and Danny would have a fit. Shaking his head at the thought, he walked into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

The reflection in the mirror over the sink showed how tired Alex really looked. He turned away from it, disturbed at how alike he was to Danny with the halfa's stolen shirt and his dyed hair. Quickly turning the shower on, he waited for the water to get to the temperature he liked before undressing and stepping under the warm water. He sighed, smiling in relief as he felt the tight muscles in his pained shoulders finally relax a little. The hair dye had begun to fall out of his hair, giving off the impression that he was bleeding black blood from a massive head wound. The rest of the dye came out easily after he had washed his hair. He scrubbed his skin until all traces of soot and grime from the fire were gone. Once done, he just stood under the water for a while, enjoying the warmth. When the water temperature had started to cool off, he shut off the faucet, grabbing a towel to dry off with before stepping out with the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. The reflection in the mirror was better than earlier, and the refreshed boy smirked, running a hand through the blonde hair on his head.

"It's good to be back." He thought, opening the door and stepping out. Walking quietly, he went around the corner to get to the stairs. He failed to see the halfa who had just appeared. Danny jumped out of the way to avoid running into him.

"Sorry about that, Alex!" he said, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment and looking away when he noticed the very noticeable bullet wound on Alex. "I, we, were wondering where you had gone off to. Well, the shower noise was kind of obvious, but you know…"

"Yeah, I get it." Alex said, laughing lightly. "Well, I'll be right back."

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Danny wandered back to the living room, sitting on the end of the couch. The others were already up, waiting to hear where Alex had gone off to.

"He took a shower, and just went off to get dressed. I guess we can ask him when he gets back about what we're going to do for food." He said, answering Tucker's question before the other boy could ask it. Tucker grinned.

The halfa nodded, getting up again and walking off to the kitchen he had remembered how Harry's pen sort of exploded, and he wanted to make sure that there wasn't any ink left behind.

The table was clean. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned and left the room.

"Hey, Danny," Sam called from the living room. The halfa floated over to the doorway. He cocked his head to the side.

"Yeah?"

"You never told me what was going on this morning." Tucker laughed and Sam threw a pillow at him roughly, scowling. "Harry the reporter guy was here again, you jerk."

Danny looked between his friends, not really getting it. He just shook his head, deciding that it was best to just forget it. "Harry wanted to ask a few questions, and I agreed so he would leave us alone. He was only interested in asking how I 'died' and why we were on the run, so I kicked him out, that's all."

"That doesn't sound very exciting." Tucker said, pretending to pout.

"I shot a hole through his notebook, and flew him to the top of that huge ferris wheel on the river. Either he's still there, because it wasn't open to the public yet, or he's downtown with the cops."

"That's cold."

"At least it got him away. He'll probably publish that article anyway though."

"Well, it can't be helped now. There's always the chance that he's working for some small paper, and no one will even read the article." Sam said, trying to be optimistic.

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Alex didn't have much of a selection on what to wear because he had packed his favorite shirts and stuff for his mission. In the end, he settled on something, and he left his room. Outside in the hall were several photos blown up and hung on the wall. As the boy walked past them, he stopped, staring at the very last one.

The photo was of him and Ian, taken after one of their vacations. Alex couldn't remember where the photo had been taken, but he knew that he had been really happy. The photo had been taken about ten years ago, and Alex, a small child, was swinging from Ian's arm, laughing and grinning. Ian was all smiles as well, but a trained eye could make out the man's real expression, hidden under the glow of a smile. He was truly happy for little Alex, but he was sad as well.

Alex knew now what his uncle had been feeling. He knew. And so, frowning sadly, he turned and walked away, back down the stairs.

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The spy shook of the sad feeling looming over his shoulders when he got off the stairs. This was his life now. He'd just have to get used to it.

"Hey, what do you guys want to eat?" he called into the living room. His hand rested on the door to the food pantry in the kitchen, waiting for a reply. A jumbled mess of food preferences called back. Shaking his head, Alex chuckled.

"How about we go out then? I can't cook very well anyway."

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Alex ran back up to his room to get some money. He hoped that he'd only need forty pounds, but he brought a little more than that just in case.

"Hey, we'll take a bus, alright?" he announced when he got back in the living room. Everyone shrugged, not exactly thrilled until Alex asked if they wanted to ride on the top floor of the bus or not.

"The top all the way, man!" Tucker cheered.

"Right. Then let's go!"

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Alex led them to the nearest bus station, quickly buying four tickets before handing three of them out to the others and leading the way onto the bus.

The top wasn't too crowded, and they ran to the front. Alex smirked in amusement at the tourist-like attitude the trio had to everything.

"Look, a phone booth!"

"No way!"

"Hey, look at the cars!"

Ten minutes later, they got off the bus, walking a block or two to a small pub. It was a small secret, so tourists generally didn't go to it, preferring the Chelsea Kitchen or Rumi Lounge. Alex had been to this pub several times though, and enjoyed the food. They were seated, and Alex ordered a steak and ale pie for himself, suggesting other food options for the clueless teens with him. Sam got a large salad, and Danny had a Shepherd's pie, and Tucker got the same thing as Alex because it had the word 'steak' in it. For drinks, Alex ordered a Coca-Cola, only because he thought that orange juice would taste bad with his food. Sam ordered some chamomile tea, and Tucker ordered coke as well. There was a jug of water and several glasses on the table, so Danny just had that.

While they waited for their food to be served to them, Sam dropped the bomb by asking the dreaded question. Three sets of eyes turned to stare.

"Really guys, we can't stay here forever. Everyone back home will be worried, if they aren't already."

"Can we even get back?" Tucker asked, taking a sip of his drink. "I mean, we just got lucky with that door. I don't think there's a single ghost portal outside of America."

"What about a plane?" Danny offered, feeling foolish. "I'm not exactly serious here, but I can't think of anything else." Alex rubbed his chin lightly in thought. His eyes were slightly out of focus as he gazed into his drink, absently swirling it with his other hand.

"We could go to MI6. I'm not saying that we'll get a ride back, but they may help if we give them something in return."

"What would they want?"

"Well," Alex stopped, checking the area before leaning in closer. "I was sent to Amity in the first place to simply observe ghosts, mainly Phantom and Plasmius, if I could find him. That's gone over fairly well, as far as observing goes." Danny raised an eyebrow.

"It's just an idea now, really, but I believe they may be a bit more interested in helping us if we give them a good reason."

"Meaning what exactly?"

"You, Danny, come with me to the bank, and we'll just have a chat with them."

"What about us?" Sam and Tucker said in unison. Alex thought about this, not knowing what would be best. The halfa bluntly stated that he would rather have everyone stay together, and in the end, nothing had been decided.

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AN: I'm back! My little sis is away on a scout trip! We went down to the airport together, and then I went on a mini vacation. I miss her already!

On another note, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I went and reread Eagle Strike when I was gone, so any OOCness should be fixed. (Why Eagle Strike? Because that's the only book my sis had that had Yassen in it! I don't own a single AR book!)

I got some info off the Alex Rider site to try and figure out where he lived, and then put that into Google Map to try to find any pubs or restaurants nearby. There were a few, but they didn't seem to fit the style or price range of a teen, so I made the place that they went to up. The two other places mentioned are real though.