Thanks for the reviews and alerts! This one is quite a bit shorter than last time but the next one should be longer. I also put a description of Alex (can't believe I forgot that anyway!) for bloody-black-valentine :)
Disclaimer: I am still not the owner and there is no money being made.
It should have been simple really. Go home, sit down the Pleasures, and explain that he was going back to England, back to MI6, and back to the life he left behind. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? No wonder Sabina and Liz were in tears and Edward looked truly disappointed. But Alex knew that he wasn't going to relent. He didn't belong here. He never did, and no matter how hard he tries he never will.
So with a heavy heart he bid them goodnight and went to his room to pack his belongings for the flight tomorrow morning. Just as Alex was putting several pairs of stylishly ripped jeans into his suitcase, there was a knock at the door.
"Yeah?" Alex called sullenly
The door opened but Alex refused to look at who entered, even though he already knew.
Edward Pleasure was an intelligent man. He questioned that intelligence when he first agreed to take Alex in but something told him to do it anyway. Alex needed a family. However, as time went on Edward could see that Alex was living a life so devoid of, well, life, that he couldn't believe the boy was anything less than a zombie. Edward once commented on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder but Alex quickly discouraged him. He assured Edward that he was fine. Edward believed him. But this, this was too much. Alex was going back to the people who ruined his life! Edward knew that the decision to go was all Alex's but he needed to protect his family. He wouldn't let Liz or Sabina get hurt.
"Alex," Edward began softly "I haven't a clue as to why you've decided to go back to them…"
Edward paused, regarding the youth who was arranging his clothes. He decided to continue.
"Alex, as long as you associate yourself with these people I can't have you around my family…" Edward said this very quickly and looked for some sort of reaction from the boy, but all he could find was a cold sort of resignation.
"I know," Alex murmured.
Edward couldn't believe it. He was really going.
After Edward left his former room Alex slumped down on the bed. He knew this would happen the moment he decided to accept this job. Still, it hurt. Alex needed someone he could confide in, someone who wouldn't deny him or turn around and run. But enough with self-pity, Alex decided. He had things to do.
The next morning came too quickly for Alex. Crawley came to pick up Alex and they headed to the airport. Crawley had all the right documents (fake of course), that listed them as father and son, even though they looked nothing alike. They were around the same height, around 5' 10'', but Alex had a more muscular build, sun-bleached hair and tanned skin. Crawley was thin and pale with dark brown hair. The only real similarity between the two was an identical blank expression. Getting through security and TSA was a bitch but soon Alex found himself in first class for the 13 hour flight to London.
Alex slept most of the way, waking only to eat and dwell on the next phase of his plan to get back into MI6. Begging. After sitting in that damn diner for several hours, it was still the best they could come up with. Of course, if he was refused Crawley might lose his job. Alex didn't think it would be a problem though, he had enough experience in begging.
Alex is going back to England! Yay! R&R please.