Hello everyone! I'm super excited that this chapter is finally here! I've been wanting to do this for a while now, especially since Anthony Horowitz is publishing his new book about Yassen on October 3, 2013! I can't wait for that to come out, because it's going to give answers to all the questions we have about Yassen and his past (at least from what I hear that's supposed to be what the book focuses on). However, since it is being published in October, which is 6 months from now, I cannot wait, so here are what I think some of the answers are! I'm sorry I haven't described anything very well; I'm more of an action type of person; I don't do well with descriptions, though I could if I really tried.

This takes place at night, on the same day the last chapter was written.

BTW, I have officially decided that for the rest of the book I will be in Yassen's POV; I like him so much and his POV is very easy for me to do. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews everyone! Thank you for the suggested questions! It has been very helpful and insiring.

To SunnyDay23: thank you for giving me suggestions about the questions I should ask. I will definitly ask questions in these catagories!

To pokes: um, thank you for the suggestions, and I do know what you mean. Maybe we shouldn't be that personal (I have a feeling Yassen would sneak into my house at the dead of night and kill me).

To Arry the Banana: thank you so much! I love the father-son relationship between Alex and Yassen as well! I always love stories like that, and I love how deep into their relationship it's going! Keep watching and reading to see what happens; I have big plans for them.

To Albany: Thank you so much for your review and suggestions. It helped me a lot with figuring out what Alex would ask Yassen. It also gave me ideas for the other chapters.

Chapter 5- Questioning the Past

After we buy some t-shirts at a cheap store near the storage facility, eat some soup from the fridge, and get ready to go to sleep, we sit down across from each other; Alex on the floor leaning against the wall, me a few feet from him, sitting on the bed. Since there's only one bed, I have decided that I will sleep on the floor. Right now, though, I can tell that all Alex wants to do is ask me his questions.

"I've been thinking about what I'm going to ask you. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if you don't want to answer the questions I ask, you don't have to." Alex starts. I realize how far our relationship has come since we first met; he hated me, he told me he would kill me one day. Now he cares about my feelings and emotions enough to tell me it's all right if I don't want to answer the questions he's about to ask me.

"It's fine. I'll tell you if I don't want to answer any questions. Why do you say that?" I'm getting curious as to what kind of questions Alex is going to ask me.

"You'll see," he replies mysteriously. "My first question is this: do you regret killing Ian Rider, my uncle?"

His first question definitely surprises me; I wasn't expecting him to ask something like this. I was expecting him to ask about my past; my family. I suspect he well, just not now for some reason.

"No, I don't. This probably honestly doesn't surprise you, because of who I am. I was paid to kill him, as you know. If I hadn't, however, I would probably have been killed by Scorpia," I reply. I don't know how Alex will react to this; I can tell that some of the topics we'll be discussing are going to be…difficult.

"If you could go back and relive it, would you still kill him or not?" he asks; I assume he planned to ask this no matter what my answer to the previous question was.

"I would still kill him, mostly for the reasons I just gave you. Knowing and experiencing what I have, though, I can honestly say that I would still kill him so that things would be the way they are today. Think about it: if I had never killed Ian, you might not have been recruited by MI6. That might seem like a very good thing, but if you hadn't been recruited by MI6, you would never have met Sabina. You see? There are good things that happen as a result bad things," I realize that I'm teaching him a lesson John taught me long ago; even bad situations can have a good outcome.

"If you had never killed my uncle, I would never have had to join MI6, and Jack would still be alive," Alex says, somewhat bitterly. Though I can tell he is no longer depressed over his old housekeeper's death, I can tell that he partially blames MI6 for it. I can also tell that he feels bitterness toward me.

"Alex…" I hesitate, trying to figure out what I want to say to him. I know this is one of the most sensitive subjects with Alex, even though it's the first time either of us has brought it up. "Death is a part of life. It happens to everyone, and it is a horrible thing to have to go through. I know that saying I'm sorry for what happened is not sufficient; it never is. I don't want to make her death sound like a good thing because it's not. Think of this, though. After she died, you were able to defeat Scorpia and break up the whole company, save the few people who are currently hunting you. You are basically out of all the spy business. It's all over, probably mostly because Mrs. Jones is the new director, but also because, emotionally, you were unhealthy to continue in that line of work." I know my response toward what he said is very unsatisfactory, maybe even offensive to him. I won't be very surprised if he gets angry at me.

"That's an interesting way to think about it. I suppose…Jack's death wasn't good, but the results, some of them at least, were," he says slowly.

"Would you like to move on to the next question?" I ask him gently. I can tell he's reliving Jack's death as we talk about it, and I know it must be hard for him.

Alex is staring blankly off to my left, his eyes glazed and unfocused. Slowly, he focuses again and looks at me. "Yeah," he says simply. "I know that as an assassin, you're not supposed to have feelings about your targets. They taught me that at Malagosto. Because he was John's brother, though, did you have feelings for Ian?" he asks. He looks back to normal now; he's not thinking about Jack anymore.

"No, Alex, I don't. I never knew him personally like I knew John. John didn't talk about him all that much, I don't think they were really that close to each other."

"Were you sad when John died?"

"I…" this question takes me by surprise. I wasn't expecting something like this to come up. "Yes, I was very sad. We were very close to each other, closer than I've ever been with anyone. I thought MI6 killed him, but I assume that's not the case, is it?" Now that I know the truth, I want to know who really did kill him.

"Well, he faked his death on AlbertBridge. He was on a plane with my mom, and Ash, my godfather, blew up the plane they were on," Alex explains.

"I…Ash was working with MI6, though, wasn't he?" I ask. This is all very confusing for me.

"He was, but then he switched sides." Alex says.

"He killed John and Helen…" I remember Ash from the one time I saw him; it was when I was 19 years old; I stabbed him in the stomach.

"He did. Can I ask the next question?" he says.

"Yes,"

"How did you feel after your parents died?"

This question doesn't surprise me; I was expecting him to ask me something like this. "I felt like I had lost my whole life; there was nothing I could do about it, but I was angry at the government for allowing it to happen. I was angry at everyone. I ran away so I wouldn't be put in an orphanage. As you know, I started working for the Russian mafia. That led me to Scorpia. And of course, that led me to John. I never really trusted anyone; I feared that if I got close to someone, I would lose them like I lost my parents. I was very close to my parents, when my father died, my mother and I were devastated. Then my mother got ill and died several months later. I basically hit rock bottom; I was very depressed,"

"Why was John like a father to you?" he asks, looking at me intently. I can tell that my answer to this means a lot to him. I realize I've never thought about it before; why I started trusting John so much; why I let him make an impact on my life.

"He was different from everyone else at Scorpia. He was one of the best killers there, even though he was working for MI6 as I now know. He was the one who trained me; we went on several missions together. We just grew closer. He taught me how to bottle up all the emotions I was feeling about my parents dying. Eventually, instead of feeling pain when I thought of what happened to my parents, I felt…empty. There were no more feelings there for them. The hurt I had felt had washed away. John was someone I could relate to in many ways. He was someone I could share my personal feelings with; I told him what happened to my parents. He was the first person I ever told and instead of laughing or telling me to get over it, he helped me through it." I explain, hoping my answer is satisfactory.

"You told me that you didn't kill children. At first, I didn't believe you, but then you said the same thing on the plane with Damian Cray. Why did you say that? Why do you not kill children?"

"I said it because it is true. I would never hurt a child because when I was with the Russian mafia, on one of the errands I was running, I had to stick with some of the people there. I was running between two cities, and some of their soldiers were going to one of the cities. On their way, they stopped to raid a small village. The commander told the men to kill everyone there. They didn't just kill adults, though, they also killed children. I was 17 at the time. Most of the adults were simply shot, but for some reason the mafia killed the children slower. There was a boy who was about my age in the village, and I watched as they tortured him to death. It was the most horrific thing I've ever seen in my whole life. I do not believe in torture; I believe that dying it torture enough, even if it is instantaneous. I have never been able to get that sight out of my head; the pained look of the boys face as they tortured him. It sickened me, and I promised myself I would never be like that; I would never kill anyone as young as he was."

"If I hadn't given the flash drive to Damian, would you have actually hurt Sabina?"

"Well, I just told you I do not like torturing people. When I had the scissors in my hand, I kept thinking of the young boy who was killed in front of me. If you hadn't given him the flash drive, I would have dropped the scissors and let her go,"

"That would have cost you your life though,"

"I know that. I knew that when I said I wouldn't kill you on the plane as well. I have very strong beliefs about that, especially after seeing the boy die,"

"Have you ever been in love?" he blurts. I'm not sure if that just came to him now, or he was planning to ask me that before. Our eyes meet, and he gives me a sheepish smile.

"No, I've never been in love. When I was younger, girls didn't really interest me all that much. When I was older, I was never able to get close enough to anyone to have a real relationship with them," I say. I honestly don't mind answering that question.

"Okay, no offense, but I kindov figured that would be the answer," he says.

"That's all right,"

"My last question is this: do you want to adopt me?" he looks totally serious now, his brown eyes watching me intently. I can tell that despite what he said about how I don't have to answer the questions he asks if I don't want to, he really wants me to answer this one.

"Alex…that's a very difficult question to answer right now. The Pleasures are your legal guardians anyway. Don't you want to live with them?" I knew this question might come up eventually, I just didn't expect it to be so soon.

"Yes, it's just that…I feel like an outsider. I joined them only recently; they're a family. I feel cut off from them. I just don't feel like I fit in with the family very well, because of my past," he explains. I can tell that he feels safe explaining this to me. "If MI6 would allow it, would you want to adopt me?" he asks.

I think about it for a minute; he waits patiently. Finally, I respond. "If MI6 gave me the option to adopt you, and you were willing to come with me, I might consider it," I say. He nods, understanding. I wonder what he's feeling about this.

"Is that all the questions you have?" I ask. He did say that was his last question.

"Yes, it is. Thank you for answering my questions," he says. I check the time; it's about 10 o'clock. It's been about an hour since he started asking questions.

Alex yawns, covering his mouth with his fist. He's had a very long day and he needs his sleep.

"Are you ready for bed?" I ask.

"Yes. Where are we going to sleep, since there's only one bed?" he says, looking around the almost empty room.

"You can have the bed; I'll sleep on the floor," I reply without a second thought.

"Won't that be uncomfortable?" he asks, looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"I'm used to sleeping in strange places," I reply. I'm not tired anyway. I usually don't go to sleep until two o'clock." I tell him.

"Why?" he seems curious.

"The night is too valuable to waste,"

"What do you do?" he asks.

"Well, usually I read, or study whatever language I'm teaching myself. Right now I'm studying Japanese, although I'm almost done. There's another small room in this storage facility that I can use as a study without bothering you,"

"All right. Are you sure you don't want the bed?" he asks one more time.

"I'll be fine on the floor, Alex. You don't have to worry about me,"

"All right then. Goodnight, I guess,"

"Goodnight, Alex,"

"Goodnight, Yassen," he lays down on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over him.

I stay up till about two in the morning, and then I decide to go to bed. I walk out with a pillow and a small blanket I found. When I come out, I notice the blanket is not covering him at all; he looks cold. I walk over and gently pull the blanket up over him. He's sleeping on his stomach, with one hand underneath his head and the other stretched out at a ninety degree angle. A shaft of moonlight is coming in through the window, washing half of his face and his outstretched hand with pale white light. As I move the blanket up over his back, I notice a paper-thin scar slicing its way down his hand. On his pale skin, it's barely visible, but I see it because I've been trained to observe everything about my surroundings. It's so small; I wonder how anything could possible make a scar like that. I shake my head, giving up. Maybe I'll ask him about it sometime. I lay down on the cold, hard ground, and I fall asleep without a problem.

That's the conclusion of chapter 5! Thank you so much for reviewing my story everyone! This chapter was so fun to write, and I can't wait for next chapter! It's going to be really exciting!