A.N.: Had too many thoughts bouncing around. Thought I will put this on paper (Or computer) before it all disappeared...

"I didn't know you came back," Fox said quietly.

It was close to lights out and they have ten minutes of time to themselves. The other three were in the warm cabin, yelling, or playing whatever. Alex and Fox were outside, huddling together beneath a tree.

"Neither do I." Alex remarked dryly, "How about you? Why did you come back? I thought you went to MI6?"

"Well, yeah." Fox shrugged as he shifted. The leaves rustled beneath his feet, "They called me back. I think it is mainly because of you."

"Me?"

"Yeah." Fox nodded, "Said something about needing to protect you or whatever."

"I don't need protection." Alex snapped then upon realizing his tone, he apologized, "Sorry, I was just…"

Fox ruffled his hair in a little affection and chuckled, "Don't worry. I know you don't. But apparently, they do."

Alex didn't need to ask who 'they' are, "Figured as much. I am sorry for dragging you back here."

"Don't worry," Fox shook his head, his eyes a little far as he looked toward the distant, where the moon shone brightly, "I have seen too much in my line of work. This is a rare break. I appreciate it very much."

Alex understood what he meant by seen too much. He could relate deeply to that. He just hoped that Fox wasn't as scar as he was. Nightmares often plagued his dreams and he would wake up, drenched in sweats if not screaming out loud and waking the whole neighborhood. He shuddered.

Fox mistook that as a shiver, "Come on. Let's go inside. It is cold out here."

"Okay." Alex nodded and they made their way back to the warm cabin. For once, Alex was happy that he wouldn't wake up and find himself on another mission, waking up and find himself face to face with a kidnapper, or waking up and seeing Mrs. Jones's face, telling him how much she regretted her decision in blackmailing him to go to another mission. It was all lies and he hated them deeply from within his heart.

"You okay, Al—Cu…eh…Coyote?" Fox said and groaned, "Now you have three names. I wonder how in the world I am going to get through the camp without messing up."

"Don't worry, I am sure you will manage." Alex said with an amused smile, "Somehow."

Fox glared then he asked, "Why don't you want them to know about it?"

"They hate me!" Alex nearly exclaimed out loud. They stood outside the cabin door and stomped their feet to keep them warm.

"Hate is a rather strong word." Fox glanced at him, "It is just that we didn't know about you much when we first met you…"

"But they still don't know much about me even now." Alex muttered, "It didn't change over the past three years with no contact."

Fox was silent for a moment, "Point taken."

"Let's get back inside before they come to find us and start ye-"

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Wolf slammed open the cabin door at the exact moment and caught the two at the front door, "DON'T YOU KNOW THAT IT IS ALMOST LIGHTS OUT?!"

"Sorry," Alex mumbled as he made his way past Wolf, "Good night."

Fox followed him.

"YOU, COME BACK!" They both stopped and made their way to Wolf, "Not you, Fox. Just Coyote."

Fox shrugged and sat down by his bed, though his eyes never leaving Alex and Wolf.

"Why are you in such a friendly term with Fox?" Wolf growled.

"Oh, so you love me." Alex mimicked the voice of a high pitch person and flapped his hand, "Oh, Wolfie, I never know that! But I am sorry, I don't date guys."

"You!" Wolf growled and pushed him into the wall, hard. He collided with the hard wooden wall and bit back a yelp of pain.

"Oh, my dear! You can't do this to me!" Alex pressed on, enjoy seeing the fury on Wolf's face, "We are both guys, you know."

Eagle and Snake were on the floor laughing and Fox was having a hard time to keep a straight face. Alex had to admit that he was a little too egotistical in the act as Wolf's eyes turned thunderous.

Wolf pinned him against the wall, his hands digging in like claws. He winced. Wolf didn't notice but Fox did. He stopped his struggle to stop laughing and stood up. He knew that Alex, being the best agent in MI6, had numerous scars and wounds on him. One wrong move could send him to the hospital for who knows how long.

"You will keep your smart mouth shut," Wolf whispered in a low and dangerous tone, "Got it, kid? One wrong move and you will find yourself wandering deserted in the woods."

"Got it, dear." Alex smiled.

Wolf snapped. His fist connected with Alex's stomach. He emitted a grunt of pain before doubling over. Wolf kicked him in the chest, causing him to fell back onto the ground, his head colliding with the wall. Before he could do any further damage, Fox pushed himself between them, shielding Alex from further harms. Wolf's incoming fist stopped inches from Fox's face and pulled back.

"Stop it, Wolf!" Fox said, his arms outstretch to shield Alex, "He is just trying to brighten up the mood!"

"Brighten up the mood, my ass!" But nonetheless, he stepped back.

"Are you alright, Alex?" Fox bent down and whispered, assessing the damage. To his immense relieve, no wounds were reopened. He shook Alex slightly and saw the boy winced.

"Are you alright?" Fox asked again. Alex nodded his head and with the help from Fox, he stood up, one hand pressed against his chest.

"Does your bullet wound hurt?" Fox asked, his face hidden so the others won't read his lips.

Alex shook his head and gasped out quietly, "Just surprised, that's all."

"You sure?" Fox asked, his voice full of concern.

"Oh, did that hurt daddy's little boy?" Wolf asked, his voice full of scorn.

"You don't know a shit about him so-"

"I am sorry for being so casual with you." Alex said, pushing Fox's arms off him, "I will keep my distance." His eyes flashed once and Wolf felt shivers down his back.

"You better." Wolf said before turning the light off and went to his bed, "Lights out."

Alex woke. He sat up and slid out of the cover before taking a glance around the cabin. The K-Unit were still asleep. He pressed a hand to his chest, where the bullet wound throbbed painfully from yesterday's accident. He might have pushed Wolf a little too much, he thought warily as he stood up, grabbed his new uniform and headed for the door.

It was still early morning as he headed toward the shower. He undressed and stepped into the shower. The cold water woke him up and soothed the pain just slightly. He stood in the shower for a moment before turning it off, dried his hair and put on his cloth. He felt refreshed as if washing the dirt of MI6 off him. But he knew that it was far from the truth. Alex sighed as he collected his dirty clothes.

As he traveled back to the cabin, he noticed a few soldiers were out and about, some heading toward the shower, some heading toward the cafeteria. He glanced toward the K-unit's cabin up at the hill, where the four members of the unit were probably still dead to the world. Alex sighed a second time.

Alex pushed open the door quietly and slipped in. Or so he thought until someone grabbed him by the front of his collar. He realized that the light was on.

"Where have you been?" Wolf growled into his face, "You need to inform the unit of your every move. The Sergeant warned us that if you fucking got hurt or disappear, it will be on our fucking head. Got it?"

"Yes sir," Alex mumbled and Wolf released the front of his shirt to his relieve.

"Where have you been?" Fox asked as he put on a shirt.

"I went to take a shower." Alex said, shrugging as he made his way to his bed and put on his boot, "Sorry for not telling you earlier. You were asleep and I didn't want to wake you."

Fox nodded and accepted the apology. At least, Alex thought as he tugged at his boot, he wasn't doing anything illegal so Wolf couldn't really do anything about it. His thoughts traveled to what Wolf had said. Had the sergeant told them to keep an eye on him? He was not pleased. At least let him be normal in Brecon Beacon this time.

Wolf just ignored him as he turned toward the rest of the unit, "We will be staying near here for today's training. No running except for warm ups. K-Unit and L-unit will be down at the range today."

"Good." Snake grumbled as he sat up on his bed.

"Finally, no more running and hiking." Eagle said as he stretched and stood up as well, "I think I broke a bone or muscle every time we go hiking."

"That is because you are not fit enough." Wolf glared at Eagle.

Alex looked at Fox as the two started bickering again. Fox noticed and came over, "What?"

"Do you think," Alex asked quietly, "I should show my true strength?"

"Why not?" Fox shrugged.

"But I mean, I am like they said, a kid!" Alex said as he watched Wolf and Eagle out of the corner of his eyes.

"Point taken." Fox nodded, "Why don't you just try aiming for the first ring or the second? Just earn their respect or you will never fit in."

"I figured as much." Alex groaned, "I hope I don't 'accidently' hit the bull's eyes if we are doing the instinctive shooting. I hope we are not doing instinctive training at all."

"I think we are." Fox sighed, "Please lower your instincts, Alex. I don't want you to be the center of attention yet."

"I will be soon," Alex pointed out as he massaged his temple, something he had grown fond of when he was thinking of something extremely difficult, "After all, I am the twenty years old soldier who came to training. I will be the center of attention."

"Don't self-center yourself just yet," Fox advised as the bickering slowly drew to a stop, "Just blend in and you will do fine, Cu-Coyote."

"I will try." Alex managed a smile, "Thanks, Ben."

"You are welcome."

They turned to find the staring eyes of the other three. At Alex, then Fox, then back to Alex. He shifted uncomfortably and paused in the middle of lacing his boots, "What?"

"You just called him Ben." Snake said, staring at Alex, "Do you two know each other? That will explain your friendliness."

"No…" Alex said, though knew that the other three saw through his lie, "Not really."

"Fox?" Snake turned his eyes to the other man, "Do you know Coyote before?"

Alex tensed. He glanced toward Fox and shook his head ever so slightly. Only Snake caught the gesture. No. Alex told Fox, at least not yet. He didn't want his cover blown so quick yet. Maybe he could still do something about this helpless situation of distrust between him and the other K-unit members spare Fox.

Alex's eyes flashed and found Fox's. Seeing the meaning behind, he shook his head, "No, I don't know him before. We have just met yesterday."

"Then why did he know your name?" Wolf narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "When we didn't even know until a few months ago?"

"I just told him earlier." Fox shrugged, "No harm done."

"No harm was done?!" Wolf exploded, "What if he went around telling everyone your real name? That will put you at risk!"

"Who will want to harm me anyways?" Fox commented.

"I don't fucking know!" Wolf said, "But it isn't safe! Why did you tell the kid your name?"

"Cu-Coyote won't tell anyone my name, right?" Fox turned to Alex.

"Of course," Alex said though it did little to put Wolf at ease.

Wolf looked like he was ready to explode, something he looked like he was about to every time Alex showed up. Or rather, every moment Alex was there. So much that Alex had begun wondering if there is some kind of illness where a person hates a person forever in their lifetime. He hoped not, for he was wishing for a happy and quiet day at the Brecon Beacon. He hadn't considered the immense hatred from Wolf to him. He wondered for a moment if telling Wolf that he was Cub will be any better. He thought not.

"He told me his, so I told him mine. It is fair." Fox said, a little protective.

"What is your name?" Wolf turned to Alex, his gaze suddenly scornful, "Heir Bob to the planet Naboo?"

"We don't live in Star War." Alex said, amused that Wolf actually had a sense of humor and maybe a little sarcasm as well, "And no, I am not heir Bob of Naboo. Bob is too much of a sad name for my taste. No offense if that is your name."

"Then what is your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" Alex asked then added for the hint of politeness, "Sir?"

"Oh, you will fucking tell me or I will go ask the Sergeant," Wolf growled. Alex wondered if the man ever stopped growling.

"Then go ask the Sergeant." Alex shrugged, knowing that his information was classified. Agent Rider's information was not to be given away to normal people, "I don't care. Sir."

Till next time!