Jack sat on the bed in 'his' room in the safe house. It was pretty basic as bedrooms went, not that he much cared as he almost always slept out doors when he felt the need to sleep. But back on topic, the room was basic, a bed, a small wardrobe, and a tiny table was all it boasted. The walls were painted a drab grey-beige that made the winter boy feel even more claustrophobic than usual. After a few minutes of pondering his predicament, being stuck in doors all night because he doubted he could sneak out without alerting at least one of his new housemates, he stood and walked to the window, opening it and calling silently to the wind. His friend sprinkled a few of his snowflakes at his feet, somehow knowing that he couldn't come out and play.
After a minute or two he settled on the window sill, one foot drawn up and his lanky arms circled loosely around his knee. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he decided he could put it off no longer, he snagged his cell phone out of his hoodie pocket and glared at the tiny device. North, being the inventor he was, had over complicated the thing. There were too many apps, too many useless functions, so many that even Jack, who understood technology pretty well after hanging out with kids for so many years, got confused by it on a regular basis. Still, the fact that he didn't have to pay a bill, and that no one could track the meandering signal that bounced off of so many satellites, made it worth keeping.
Sighing again he hit the speed dial for Tooth, and promised himself to make the call as short as possible. Tooth liked to gab. As per usual it only took Tooth one ring to pick up, and then her mouth was off, taking the lead on the track. "Jack! Finally! how did things go? Can they see you? Are you ok? What are the humans' plans?" She paused her interrogation to fire off place names at her helpers and Jack seised the opportunity. "Hey Tooth," he rushed, "Things are going pretty smoothly so far. I'm fine, but all we know at the moment is that we're going to San Fransisco soon undercover, so I might not be in contact much. Maybe a couple of letters to the Pole if I can manage. Whoops! Look at the time! Gotta go. See ya Tooth!" CLICK.
He took a deep breath before relaxing against the window frame at his back and pulling his other knee up to his skinny chest, balancing precariously with a grace only he could pull off. He watched the snow fall in silence, half of his mind of the storm New York was due, and silently waited out the hours.
Alex Rider had stopped claiming to be a normal teenager years ago, but even he raised an eye brow when he went to go fetch the 'kid' who went by Jack Frost down to breakfast. He knocked and stepped into the room, prepared to drag the other boy down the stairs kicking and screaming if needed. But instead he found the white-haired teen awake and dressed, sitting in the open window and looking wistfully out at the snow. Brown eyes darted to the bed, aside from being slightly ruffled from where it had been sat on briefly, it looked like it hadn't been touched.
"Didn't you sleep? This looks like it will be a hard mission. You really should rest when you have the chance." The strange boy, ghost, spirit, whatever, shrugged. "I don't sleep much. I might tonight or tomorrow night but, meh." Alex gave him another goings over as the pale figure slipped down to stand barefooted on the cold wooden floor. He didn't look like someone who had stayed up all night. His clothes weren't rumpled, there were no bags under his eyes. No signs at all.
After a minute he saw that Jack had started to smirk. "If you're done maybe we should head down. I'm sure there will be breakfast?" Golden waves shifted as Alex nodded and then spun of his heel, deciding to think more on their strange new friend later. After he'd had a cup or six of coffee.
Harry Potter was not a morning person. Though that being said he thought the man named Ben had him beat in that regard. The man had yet to say a word, and it was ten minutes and two cups of black coffee since he had come down stairs. The Auror sighed and muttered "Looks like another Ron." He jumped a little when the spy's head whipped towards him. "What did you say?"
Harry raised his hands in a show of peace. "Calm down mate. I just said you reminded me of Ronald. You should be flattered that I compared you to my best mate. I just didn't think any one could ever match his level of grumpiness in the mornings." Ben sputtered indignant at the word grumpy and they heard laughter from over by the coffee pot. Harry turned quickly to see that Alex had somehow made it down the creaky staircase, through the door he was facing and behind him in complete silence. And the kid was wearing combat boots.
The thought of that was enough to put him on edge. So who could really blame him if he jumped a bit when movement to the other side of him alerted him to the presence of the last of their motley little group of freaks. The dark haired eighteen year old growled quietly in annoyance. "You two do realise that sneaking up on an Auror is a bad idea don't you?" HE watched the other two teens share confused looks. Then Ben started to laugh. "Told you Al. You really should make noise, its pretty noticable when you walk past people and those clunkers of yours don't make a sound, you're gonna blow our cover one day." The man then looked at Jack, who was obviously trying to be civilised and actually sitting in the chair correctly. "But you may blow our cover if you don't put any shoes on." He ignored the kid's groan and the muttered line of, 'again with the shoes'.
"Right. So we're going shopping. since I didn't see that one," he pointed at Jack, "Bring a bag or any clothes that weren't obviously abnormal, and because I just got a list of supplies that are kept at the next safe house and found out how terribly lacking it is in even the necessities." At this all boys let out a groan of complaint. It seems no matter where they were from all three teenaged boys shared a deep hatred for the word 'shopping'.
So Vita has a strangle hold on my time it seems. I had written this up a week or two ago and just got around to finishing it. I'm sorry that it's just more filler and the story is taking a bit to get started, but with my time problems and Vita practically beating me up at every turn its a bit difficult to write much else for this. I tried to make it as enjoyable as possible though so please leave me a review and tell me what you think!