A.N.: Sorry about the late update was a little bit busy last week.

Disclaimer: Not today, Not tomorrow, Not ever. Period.

The next three days passed remarkably slowly to the point of extreme. Each day was worse than the one before. There were multiple fitness courses and Alex barely managed to hide his fluency in languages. And Wolf's constant 'Pass me that' was not helping at all. Alex was began to feel extremely irritated and pissed off.

"Pass me t-" Wolf called out from his bunk where he was cleaning his gun.

Alex growled from his top bunk and glared down at Wolf, "Will you just kindly shut up and let me have some time alone to myself for once? I am not here to be your servant and half of the thing you asked me to pass to you aren't even reasonable. I mean, who the heck have tissues everywhere they go?"

Wolf opened his mouth then closed it again, much to Alex's amazement and relieve. He had expected Wolf to blow his top. People change apparently, Alex thought as he rolled over to his back and stared up at the ceiling. For the umpteenth time that day, Alex sighed. He closed his eyes. Teamwork training tomorrow and he was began to have a very bad feeling about it. Absently, he wondered why K-Unit was still here. He had heard that SAS training took only half a year. And it had been three long years since they last met. He had met Wolf during his second mission, meaning that K-unit had been out in the field. Then why are they back here? Not that he would ever ask Wolf, of course, seeing that the man's pride would probably take a blow to bringing that up. And he severely doubt that it was a little extensive training.

"Come on, spit it out, Woffle!" Eagle's loud whining brought him out of his thoughts.

Alex turned slightly at the commotion, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

"No, it is nothing." He heard Wolf growled as he turned back to face the wall.

"Oh, so it is nothing that caused you to keep asking Coyote to pass you random things?"

Alex perked up in interest.

"It is nothing," Wolf muttered and felt the gaze being thrown his way.

"C'mon, Wolf! Coyote is asleep! You can tell us your secret." Alex could almost hear the grin in the man's voice, "Come ooooon, Wolf!"

He felt another glance thrown his way and tried to relax into a pretended sleep. It apparently worked when Wolf cleared his throat slowly and said in a low tone, "Well, I had a dream."

"Oooh, a dream," Alex swore he hear the wiggling of eyebrows from Eagle in his voice.

"Shut up, Eagle," Wolf growled and threw Alex's sleeping form another glare.

"So, a dream." Snake prompted.

"I had a dream about Coyote." Wolf said, "It wasn't a, uh, good dream."

"A nightmare then?"

A nightmare about him? Alex raised an eyebrow.

"A little." Wolf said, drawing in what sounded almost like a shuddering breath, "it wasn't pretty and I don't want to talk about it."

And that was it.

The smell of the car burning reached his nostril. He turned sharply and saw Jack sitting beside the burnt car.

"Jack," Alex whispered.

The red-haired American turned toward him, grinning slightly but made no move to get up and go near him, "Hey, Alex."

"H-Hey." Alex did not know why he stammered. Jack looked so real but Alex knew that she was dead.

Finally, Jack stood up and beckoned him. Alex walked toward her.

"I know you have been through a lot," Jack said smoothly, "Sayle enterprise, Grief, General Sarov, Scorpia and so much more that I had lost count."

"Nothing I can't handle," Alex said, smiling slightly. And Jack was still trying to comfort him like always.

"And so many people had died because of you, Alex." Alex flinched.

"Jack…?" This wasn't like the Jack he knew.

"There are no super-villains in this world, Alex." Jack turned toward him, "There are no heroes either. Everyone is equal but you disrupted the balance and labeled the ones with a darker soul the bad guys. It is all your fault that they died. If you weren't there, they would still be alive."

"But…millions of innocent lives were saved." Alex returned quietly.

"And how do you define innocent, Alex?" Jack smiled, though it never reached her eyes, "They thought they had a cause, a cause that they will do anything to accomplish. Isn't that what a good guy is supposed to think? The good guy wrecked the bad guy's goal, does that make him good or bad? How do you define good and bad? Are you good or bad, Alex?"

"I…"

Jack swept her arm toward the burning car, "You killed me because of you were naïve and inability. I am sure you told yourself many times that it wasn't your fault. But are you really sure? If you hadn't brought me with you, I wouldn't be dead."

Alex shivered, "You said you wanted to come."

"Oh, that was only for you, Alex." Jack sighed as if explaining to a child, "A few more push and I would have stayed behind. It is all because of you, Alex. So many people died. Including me. Yet you are the only one surviving every time."

Jack paused, "I wonder what happened to that pretty girl Sabina."

"Don't talk about her!" Alex nearly yelled.

"I heard that an explosion soon after your adoption blew up the house. And you miraculously was still alive because you went out at that time. The whole Pleasure family is dead. Because of you."

"Stop…" Alex looked away as tears threatened to fall. Memories of the devastated ruin of the house and the badly burnt corpse flashed in front of his eyes. Sabina's lifeless eyes. The blood around his adoptive parents. The O formed on Edward Pleasure's mouth and the terror reflecting in his eyes.

"I hate you, Alex." Two voice echoed. Sabina and Jack, "And I will hate you for eternity. You will never get away with this."

"All I wanted was for you to be my son," It was General Sarov, "And look at me now, I am dead."

"I…" Alex's shoulder shook.

"I shouldn't have protected you," Yassen, "Now I am dead and you are still alive."

"I hate you," Jack whispered in his ear.

"For eternity," Sabina leaned in.

"It is all your fault." They all echoed.

"No!" Alex screamed, collapsing onto the pavement that was now covered by blood, "No…"

Corpses after corpses piled up on the dark red stream, each with a familiar face, "No…I didn't mean to."

"Are you sure?" They whispered, "Are you sure?"

Alex's hand shook as he brought them up to his eyes. They were covered with blood.

"Murderer… Traitor… Blood on your hand… You can never escape now, Alex. Death will follow you everywhere, until the day of your death."

"NO!"

Alex woke up, nearly choking. Tears streamed down his face freely. Jack…Sabina… He swallowed but found himself unable to. His frame shook as the dream replayed over and over again in his head. He dragged a hand slowly across his face and ran it through his hair as he calmed his breathing.

He climbed down from his bunk quietly, throwing Wolf's sleeping form an extra glance and after making sure that they were all asleep, he headed out the door. The moon illuminated the path and the barrack. It calmed him down a little. He closed his eyes as a chilling wind blew past by. It was soothing. It had been half a year since the death of the Pleasure family. He still remember it as if it was yesterday. They were all gone. Nothing left. Just their corpse and horror that reflected in their eyes.

Mrs. Jones had informed him that it wasn't Scorpia out for revenge, but of a new born terrorist group by the name of 'Pirmors', short for 'A Force Pirmors'. It was a weird name and MI6 had yet to find its origin and gather more information on the group. And apparently, blowing up the Pleasure's house was a coincidence. Freaking MI6. He had spent the next six months in his Chelsea house. It was empty, without Jack's lively energy. And the first spark of abnormal happened just a week earlier when he was shot at from the window. The sniper was captured and revealed that because Alex was one of the survivor of the bombing of Pleasure's house, he must die and other silly claims that Alex had begun getting tired of hearing. Coincidence, he thought bitterly. That was the best they could offer.

The first ray of sun broke over the rim of the mountain and he started, not realizing just how long he had been standing there. The sun here raise earlier than in Chelsea, where it was still dark and gray at six in the morning. Alex sighed and turned back, heading toward the cabin. He couldn't do anything about it right now. Maybe one day the chance will come for him. To do what exactly? He asked himself. To do everything he couldn't do before.

"If you lag behind, I will get you bin right there and then." Wolf growled as they suited up, grabbing their backpacks and heading toward the mountain.

"It is a teamwork thing, so just keep up." Snake told Coyote with a short smile, "And don't mind Wolf, he is a little…"

"Got it." Alex managed a smile. He hadn't slept for more than three hours yesterday and he was tired. It didn't really affect him too much, for he had gotten used to the scavenging sleep he had during missions.

"If you dare to lag behind…" Wolf growled to make his threat known and clear.

"I won't."

Wolf just glare like he always did.

"Alright, K-unit, is it?" The training instructor said as they came closer, "Ah, your monthly teamwork assessment. Wolf, Eagle, Snake, and I see you have two new members. Congratulation, you might finally get a chance to go out there again."

Go out there again? What did the instructor mean?

Wolf just grunted, "Fox is here temporarily. As for Coyote, he is our fourth member."

"Excited to go out again?" The instructor smiled slightly, "It was a little sad to see you returning here and knowing that-"

"What's our trail?" Wolf interrupted.

"Impatient as always," The man just shrugged and handed Wolf the map, "Up the mountain, down the mountain. Three hours. I will be keeping time. I have it timed right here." He held up a stopwatch and clicked it.

There was a pause, "Well, aren't you going to get going? You have wasted five seconds staring at me."

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