Following Lion's father's arrival and subsequent departure, I was pleased to hear that Angelica had finally gotten a restraining order filed against him, effective immediately and indefinitely, and Lion had followed suit and had one in the works. He'd been right when he said it hadn't hit him yet. The next few days were worrying.
Lion had looked like a ghost, and he'd acted like one, too. His pallor had been consistently bone-white, his skin blotchy with red patches of panic. We couldn't touch him or say his name or sneak up on him without him flinching the slightest bit, then hiding it behind a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Tiger and Bear were obviously worried. Tiger confided in me that he hadn't seen Lion like this since Elliot had died, and that worried me, too. Bear was more subdued, taking extra care not to be too loud, or startling, while he was around.
Lion never came to me at night to ask questions anymore, so I assumed he'd been smoking well above his limit. I couldn't blame him. I could smell it on him whenever he was around. I wondered if Bear and Tiger would pick up on it.
I was all too familiar with the type of fear Lion was feeling, so after a couple days of talking myself up to it, I acted.
"Take a walk with me," I suggested after dinner a few nights after the fiasco. Lion and I were in the kitchen doing dishes. Tiger was taking the rubbish to the street by the flat building, and Bear was in the bathroom.
Lion glanced at me, looking a little better, but still much paler than his normal complexion. "I don't know if I'm up for it tonight, Jag. Feeling kind of tired."
"It'll make you feel better. Promise," I insisted, taking the dishrag from his hand and setting it on the counter, fixing him with a look. "Seriously."
He sighed, clearly too tired to argue, and nodded.
Tiger gave us a questioning look as we left, but I shook my head slightly, telling him not to ask. He didn't.
We walked in silence for a long time. I led the way. I'd familiarized myself with a map of the area when I'd first moved in, just in case, so I knew the Cookham area well enough to wander around. Lion didn't ask where we were going, but I could see his tense shoulders and taut muscles, his movements jerky, like a puppet on broken strings.
"We're almost there," I assured quietly. The streets were dark and mostly deserted, but we passed the occasional couple or stumbling drunk. In those instances, Lion's shoulders snapped back so hard I thought he'd break a bone, but he never stopped walking or slowed down. Never even looked in their direction.
I smiled to myself. A leader to the end.
When we finally got to Cookham Bridge, I leaned over the edge with my chin resting on my crossed forearms, and closed my eyes and listened to the quiet waters lulling beneath us, streetlights and the moonlight reflecting off the glassy surface.
Eventually, Lion came to stand next to me, and I felt him relax the slightest bit. "Did you bring me out here to listen to nature and become one with the wind?"
I smiled a little, but didn't open my eyes. Sarcasm was a step in the right direction. "No. Just listen for a minute. It always calms me down."
He did, and I felt him relax a little more the longer we stayed there. After a few moments, he let out a settling breath, finally leaning over the railing, like I was.
"I've always really liked mythology and symbolism," I started, opening my eyes to look out over the water, listening to the water scraping gently against the banks. "Ian—my uncle—he said it was a silly thing to like. Just stories made up by people who didn't know what was going on. But I've always found it rather interesting."
Even though Lion wouldn't look at me, I knew he was listening. "I spent a long time alone. When I…when I had a really, really bad day, and there was no one there to talk me out of a flashback or a nightmare or a panic attack, I had a system. I had to."
I took a deep breath, face pinching in phantom pain as I remembered the agonizing throb of loneliness from those hellish months. "I always knew where the nearest bridge was. Always. It made me feel better. You know what bridges symbolize?"
Lion shook his head, now eyeing me with distinct worry in his eyes. I knew how it sounded, and I wasn't going to correct him. I'd more than once thought of using the bridges for darker reasons, but that wasn't the point today.
"They symbolize pathways. To heaven, mostly," I said, picking at the rusted iron on the railing. I bit my nails often enough to make it difficult, but the distraction was nice. "Also to hell. But they're also passages that can symbolize rebirth, or evolution. Leaving your old self on the other side and crossing to become better, that kind of thing."
I shrugged, the familiar explanations rolling off my tongue. I'd never really shared the thoughts with anyone before, but Lion needed something, and this would help. It helped me.
"So whenever I have a really bad day, I come to a bridge," I said thoughtfully. "And I remind myself that the symbolism is mostly bullshit."
Lion snorted in surprise, obviously not expecting the abrasive comment, and I smirked a little. "It is. Seriously."
"What makes you say that?" He asked, eyebrow raised, revealing a hint of the easy smile I hadn't see in a few days.
"For all the heroes in the stories, the bridge just…is. It's already been built for them, and all they have to do is cross it. But it's bullshit. Nobody's going to build you a bridge to paradise," I said decidedly, looking out over the water again. "I've never been one for religion, but that's not what I mean. No human being is ever going to be able to give you a single path to a painless future. Maybe after you die, sure, but not during life. Even with all you've done for me, you've given me options, but you'll never be able to erase my past or completely guarantee my future."
Lion was looking thoughtful now, and followed my gaze out to the water. "Well, now I feel hopeless."
I snorted. "No, you're missing my point. I come here to remind myself that I'm the only one who can build a bridge like that. Nobody can do it for me, but at the same time, nobody can stop me from doing it."
I looked at him, hoping I was coming across more lucid than I felt. I felt like an old nutjob, but at least Lion was playing along. "It may seem stupid. Sometimes I think it's stupid, but it helps. Your father…he hurt you in the past, and there's nothing to say you'll never see him again. But…but he doesn't have to stop you from building your bridge. Becoming who you want to be. He can only stop you if you let him."
Lion looked at me for a long moment, and uncomfortable as it was, I held his gaze. The wind swept through my hair, and I blinked, brushing it back and out of my eyes and turning back to the water. "Just a thought. It helps me on bad days. To remind myself that while people from my past are…definitely going to catch up with me at some point, I have options. Even if they suck."
I'd edited it a bit for Lion's sake. I often went to bridges to remind myself that I was making the choice not to jump. That I was making the choice to live, despite everything. Then my mind would turn to the symbolism, and I'd remind myself that I still had a future, however bleak. However hopeless and full of uncertainty.
However, the censored version seemed to work well enough, because Lion didn't say anything for several long moments. It was enough silence that I contemplated sitting down to let him sort his thoughts out. Before I could, he fished around in his pocket, and took out a lighter.
He clicked it three times before the spark finally caught, his face awash in the soft glow. "This was my dad's," he said quietly, his voice tight with painful memories.
I was surprised by the confession. I didn't think he'd want anything of his dad's with him.
"I carry it because I think I…I think I still blame myself for letting it happen for so long," he said. His eyes were narrowed in thought. "I blamed myself for letting him hurt Angie when I wasn't around, I blamed myself for letting him hurt me instead of fighting back, even though I knew it wouldn't do anything. I blamed myself for letting our mom leave. I blamed myself for a lot of things, and I carried this to remind myself of it."
He snapped it shut, and let it rest loosely in his fingers. He looked at me, looked at the bridge, and looked at the water. With a brief second of hesitation that quickly melted into resolve, he wound up his arm, and chucked the lighter into the river.
A distant, tiny splash broke the quiet night, and shattered the tension in Lion's shoulders. In that moment, I saw the friend I hadn't seen in a few days. The leader I desperately wanted to be half of, in time.
"I'm tired of blaming myself for that piece of shit's mistakes."
I smiled, patting his shoulder. "Good."
Like everything in the past few months, it didn't erase the past, and it didn't secure the future, but it was enough.
…
"Where did you put the keys?" Lion yelled, looking utterly exasperated as he waited by the door, duffle bag in hand.
"I swear, they were in my bloody room, and now they're just gone," Tiger growled, tearing the flat apart as I watched from the recliner sipping coffee, somewhat amused.
"Okay, well, you'd better find them fast, or I'm going to miss my plane," Lion said, glancing pointedly at his watch. "Seriously, we don't have time to wait on a locksmith. Bear, would you get a move on?"
Bear stumbled out of his room, laden with luggage, and scowled. "I'm doing my best. Blame my dad. He turned me into a kleptomaniac."
I chuckled, supposing I should get up and help look for the keys before Tiger really got mad. "Where did you go when you first came in with them?"
Tiger stilled, thinking. "The fridge. But I wouldn't have left them in the bloody icebox."
Nevertheless, I went to investigate, listening to the others bicker in the foyer. I opened the fridge and the icebox, unsurprised to find them empty of keys, then searched around the cluttered counters. Despite Tiger's serious nature, he was surprisingly absent-minded. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd set them down here and forgot about it.
"I told you they're not in the icebox," Tiger griped from the doorway, scowling.
"You're right," I conceded, pushing aside the toaster, then the blender, and spotting my prize. I didn't even want to know how they'd ended up back there. I held them up, watching Tiger's eyes widen. I smirked. "You're welcome."
Tiger sighed, snatching the keys. "Bloody comedian," he muttered.
"Have a safe trip," I said from the foyer, watching the three of them heft their bags over their shoulders. It felt very odd to remain in their home alone, especially after everything, but they'd assured me it wasn't a problem. My heart lightened at the knowledge that they trusted me that much—with their things, their home. I didn't honestly know if I'd be able to do the same with them, but…the gesture was incredible, anyways.
My heart ached, though, when I thought of them going away, where I wasn't. It was stupid and childish and absolutely bloody weird, but…I wanted them here, where I was here if something happened. After Lion's father…it made me realize that I really, really needed to protect them.
It was irrational. Completely and utterly. They could protect themselves just fine, perhaps better than I could protect them. But the knowledge that I wouldn't have the opportunity was scarily unsettling.
Still, I smiled, happy that they were getting to see their families. Bear and Tiger had conveniently lined up their visit with Lion's absence to America for Thanksgiving, to make things easier, and while I was nervous, I'd enjoy having a couple days to settle down and figure things out.
"Will do. Don't get into any fights, alright?" Bear said with a smile.
"And please don't go looking for trouble," Lion added, his face exasperated, with a hint of a knowing smile.
"And don't wreck the place," Tiger said with a heatless glare, earning a smirk from me. "Seriously. Not a scratch. On anything."
I laughed, their concern both stifling and comforting. "What do you take me for? It's not like I'm going to throw a party or join a gang. Go."
Tiger grumbled an affirmative, tousling my hair somewhat aggressively to avoid the notion that he might actually care enough to say goodbye, and leaving. I smiled, appreciative of the gesture, nonetheless. Bear waved with a smile and a promise to bring souvenirs, then followed Tiger out the door.
Lion hung back. "You sure you'll be alright?"
I nodded, smiling in an effort to reassure him. "I'll be okay. Lissa says I'm doing fine, and I'm not very tired anymore. I'll take naps when I need to, but I doubt I'll be going out much."
Lion's eyes were still narrowed in shrouded concern, but he sighed, finally smiling. "Yeah, alright. Call if you need anything." He hesitated. "If…if something happens, if somebody sees you, if somebody comes after you, you do what you need to do to stay safe, but then you call me, and Bear and Tiger. I'll come back and we'll handle it. Okay?"
I hesitated for a brief second, then nodded. "Okay."
He followed Tiger's lead and tousled my hair with a smile, then left.
They did that a lot. I thought it might have been the only sign of affection they could show and still maintain their masculinity. It was kind of funny to me, honestly.
I sighed as the door clicked shut, wondering what I'd do to fill the next week.
I sat down in the recliner to finish my coffee, absently watching the news as I considered the progress I'd made. The progress we'd made.
To be quite honest, I was stunned that I'd been able to disclose so much. It had been gradual, and difficult, but…good.
I'd told them…I'd told them about SCORPIA. Not the name—that would destroy everything I'd built, and everything I had with them—but about what I'd been taught to do. What I could do. And they'd still accepted me, despite it all, and that was…that was so far outside the realm of possibility of what I'd expected out of the SAS that I still wasn't sure it had actually happened.
I was glad that I'd been able to help Lion, and glad that I'd been able to let down my walls with him, too. He'd asked me a question every night since then, but they were mostly small things—my favorite music, sports teams I liked…innocuous pieces of information that painted a better picture of me without revealing too much.
Bear and Tiger were happy with Lion's change, and it showed in their actions and mannerisms. Bear said he wanted to take me to the youth center when he got back from his trip, since I was so good with Jonah. I faltered, disagreeing a little with the statement, but he insisted. I was somewhat excited to hang out with Bear, anyways. His energy was contagious.
Tiger showed me a little place round the corner that imported coffee from several different countries. He said he knew I was obsessed with it, so I could bloody well stop stealing his. I'd smiled. The gesture was nice, and we'd gotten coffee there on a few occasions when Lion and Bear were out, or busy. The talks had evolved from awkward and stuttered to…well, nice. Relaxing. I enjoyed getting to know Tiger more.
He'd told me more about himself. I supposed he wasn't as comfortable with opening up as Bear or Lion, and it showed; maybe that's why we understood each other. We knew how difficult it was to come right out and say the things we wanted buried.
"There was this one time," he'd begun last week, on our third trip there, "Ell and I were in uni. I dunno what happened to lead to that point, or what happened after, but all I remember was…was Elli0t yelling at some guy in the bar. Apparently they'd placed a bet, and Ell insisted that he'd been cheated out of fifty quid. And you have to understand, he had a stupidly simple sense of right and wrong. We made fun of it for him all the time.
"So Ell's infuriated, obviously, and well past plastered. And he was bloody smart, so he started spitting statistics about bar fights and all that. I went up, asked what the problem was, and Ell gets all spun out again, telling me the bet's rigged. And keep in mind, the guy's bloody huge. Imagine Lion a little bigger, and a lot meaner looking. And I'm buzzed, but I'm sober enough to know we don't stand a chance."
I'd laughed then, and sipped my Moroccan coffee, grinning as he continued with a far-off look and a reflective smile. "So I'm trying to talk him down, right? But he's ready to go full Captain America on this guy. I was sure he was gonna get us thrown in jail for the night. I turn to the big guy, try to explain that Ell's just plastered, and before I can do anything, he shoves me back into the counter. I'm buzzed enough that it takes a second to get back on my feet, and Elliot's gone ballistic now. He's wrestling with the guy like a postal maniac, and some guys jumped in to break it up, but they were latched on like they were fused together.
"Eventually the guy gets Elliot pinned, and I shove him off, and then I'm pinned, and I'm thinking…well, I'm thinking the big guy's gonna tear me a new one. And suddenly, Ell has literally grabbed a beer bottle out of some poor bloke's hand and smashes it over the guy's head. So he falls on top of me, and Ell's trying to roll him off, but he's barely in control enough to stand, and he's barely moving him at all. At least that's what I thought he was doing."
Tiger had started laughing under his breath, trying not to disrupt the other patrons, and even though I didn't think the story was particularly funny, I knew it must have been a riot in the moment. I'd laughed with him. "And the constables show up and kick everybody out, and as soon as the dude's off of me, we're gone. I mean, I dragged Ell through hell and high water across town. When we finally stopped, he told me he hadn't actually been trying to get him off me. He'd been picking his pocket to get his fifty quid."
I'd laughed genuinely, then, and Tiger had laughed with me. He told me a lot of stories. I think it might have been easier to get to know me that way. He didn't do feelings, that much was obvious, but I had a feeling memories were a lot easier to share.
I was grateful for it.
The same Tiger from the beginning, who I'd punched in the face after he'd passively accused me of getting my family killed.
Bear, who I'd lied to and snapped at, and who I'd actually been jealous of, for his constant easy happiness and energy.
Lion, who I'd passively hated for his leadership and kindness and integrity and all the things I didn't have living a lie.
I smiled, and finished my coffee, and put the mug in the sink.
The word family was still scary. Still…still dangerous. Very. But it was…not too outlandish, now.
Family. Home. They were words I'd think about more, and I was ready for the change.
…
I cleaned a lot, at first. I loved being outside, but a big part of me was still paranoid about being watched and tailed, so I generally stuck to inside. I mopped and dusted and did everything imaginable, and then I did it all again the second day just to maintain my sanity.
On the fourth day, I finally got tired of infomercials and news broadcasts and went to the café and drank coffee in the chilly air, content with watching the people meander the busy street. That killed a few hours before I thought I looked more like a stalker, and I took a walk.
I went across Cookham Bridge, wondering if the lighter had been swept down by the current, or was stuck just a few dozen meters away among the rocks. I hoped it had been smashed to pieces.
I got tired after a couple miles and doubled back, resting on a bench on the busy street before continuing on, buying a couple things at the grocery. It would probably last me until they got back.
The fifth day, I finally worked up the nerve to go to the cemetery.
I dressed for the occasion, in long black trousers and a dark, baggie hoodie. I put on sunglasses and kept my hood up. It was somewhat different from how I dressed as myself or Matthew, and with my dark hair and the sunglasses, I was fairly sure no one would recognize me.
I'd agonized a lot over my going to the cemetery. I'd run the pros and cons and done the risk analysis six times, but…honestly, I didn't think it would be that big of a risk. I'd heard multiple people complain on multiple occasions that MI6 was underfunded, and I highly doubt they had a spare agent, even a new recruit or a paper pusher, to sit watch on a cemetery that I may or may not visit. And even if they had, I'd been missing from their surveillance for eight months. They definitely wouldn't have kept anyone around that long.
SCORPIA might, but…once upon a time. I'd reduced their organization from tapestries to frayed threads—they were nothing compared to their old status. I doubted that had any extra agents to spare, either.
I took the metro into the city and caught a Tube to the cemetery just outside Chelsea, constantly adjusting my shades and fidgeting, hiding my face in the shadows when I could. It was cloudy, and I was sure everyone who saw me in my hood and sunglasses thought I was mental, but it made me feel better.
I stopped by a flower shop and used some of my emergency money to buy some flowers. I wasn't really sure what kind to get—Jack had always been more into flowers, but she never shared anything about them. The florist recommended peonies. He said they represented healing.
I bought three and continued on, walking briskly down the road.
It had been a long time since I'd visited them. Not that anyone was around to be angry with me for it, but…I wondered if they were somewhere watching over me. Perhaps annoyed that I hadn't been by for a bit. I wondered if they knew my reasoning.
I walked the entire cemetery first, looking for anything that was out of place, or anyone who seemed suspicious. It was large, and it took a while, but better safe than sorry. There were a couple families visiting, a couple solitary men and women ambling around the graves, but no one who looked like they had no purpose but to watch.
Nervously, taking a shaky breath, I approached my family's graves.
Mum and Dad had a joined headstone, and were buried side by side. Ian was buried to Dad's left, with a separate headstone. They were all chiseled metal plaques laden in shining granite, dirt crusting the edges, perhaps from a heavy rain that had washed away the surrounding soil. There were no flowers, but the grass was vibrant green, and freshly trimmed.
"Hi, Mum, Dad," I said quietly, crouching down. "Hi, Ian."
I hovered for a moment, then put the peonies on each grave, sitting down cross-legged. I wondered if this was what people did. Ian never took me to visit Mum and Dad much. Said it was impractical. Jack didn't take me to visit Ian much, because when I was home, the last thing I wanted to think about was death and graveyards, after my missions.
I'd never…talked to them before, like this. I supposed I could try it. I'd seen others do it.
"I hope you're…doing well."
Nice, Alex, I thought to myself. They're dead, how well can they be doing?
I scrubbed a hand through my hair and replaced the hood, frustrated. "Well, I…hope you're happy, wherever you are. Together."
I waited, as if expecting a response. God, this was difficult.
"I met some people," I said finally, aching to fill the silence. I mostly thought of speaking to Ian, since I didn't know how Mum and Dad would feel about any of it. Ian would tell me to be careful, but…I hoped he'd be happy for me, too. "They're…really good people. People I…don't deserve, after everything."
I fidgeted, but kept going, smiling slightly. "Ian, I think you and Tiger would be at each other's throats. You'd find something to disagree about even if there wasn't anything. You'd like Bear. He's really cool, and he'd probably be able to make you laugh. That was always tricky with new people, getting you to laugh. It took Tom ages.
"You wouldn't like Lion at first. You'd say he was a pushover. But once you got to know him…I think the two of you would've been really good friends. Honestly."
I sniffed, running a hand under my nose. It was getting cold. "They're letting me stay with them. Despite everything I've told them. I can't tell if they're too nice or just mental. But…well, I'm happy."
I blinked at the admission, realizing that…it was true.
I was happy.
I smiled a little, laughing at myself. "I think I am. I think I'm really happy, finally."
That was another word I'd continue to think more about.
Happiness.
…
Apparently happiness, however, was hard to come by, because the universe seemed quite intent on denying me any shred of it.
At the end of the week, on the day they were expected to return, I finally got around to cleaning my window. It was painted shut, unfortunately, so I used a penknife to cut through the layers of paint and shimmy it open, sitting on the ledge with my feet hooked securely under the chair I'd drug over to clean the outside as best I could.
After that, I ate, and watched some football. The preliminary matches were still going on, but it was nice to see how the season would shape up. I missed a lot of the past few years' games because of my absences.
Lion called the house phone to let me know that they'd all met up at the airport and were on their way back. I assured them that the flat was still intact, despite Tiger's incredulity. I finished my tea and watched a documentary for a few minutes, then remembered I'd forgotten to get the mail the previous day.
I went to the letter box, and that was when things really started going to hell.
I grabbed the stack of mail, absently leafing through it as I ascended the steps to the third-floor apartment. It was bills, mainly, and a couple magazine subscriptions. I saw an envelope addressed to Bear from the youth center he worked at.
I got to the last piece of mail, and my heart shuddered to a stop.
It was for me.
There was no return address, or logo. Just a cream-colored envelope with my name and the address in delicate, elegant script.
It was for me.
With stilted, puppeted steps, I got into the flat and locked the door. I put the rest of the mail on the table and sat down in one of the wooden chairs, tearing open the envelope with trembling fingers, trying very hard to control the spots of panic dancing in my vision.
It was a lone white sheet of paper, with a single line of text.
The others got back a few moments later.
"We're back," Tiger shouted from the door, and I heard the sounds of muted chatter and heavy bags thunking against the floor, the door shutting behind them. "Jag? You here? Holy shit, this place is clean."
I couldn't answer. I couldn't. I could only stare at the wrinkling paper in my shuddering hands and try to control the panic racing through me.
"Jaguar?" Tiger asked again, stopping in the kitchen door. "You didn't answer."
"Jag?" Bear said, and his voice changed the moment he saw my face. "Jag? Alex, what's happened?"
I took a stuttered breath, my heart aching. I thought I was going into cardiac arrest. That's what it felt like.
I saw Lion come up beside me, carefully. "What's the matter, kid?"
Hesitantly, I unflexed my fingers, letting the paper fall to the table. "It was addressed to me. Here. In the letter box."
They all knew what that meant.
Someone knew I was here, and who I was.
Home. Family. Happiness.
I should've known those were impossible fantasies made for children to ignore the monsters. I should've known those things would never be for Alex Rider.
Lion read the letter and cursed quietly, handing it to Tiger and Bear, who reacted similarly.
I didn't need to read it again. I knew what it said.
You're not as good at hiding as you think.
A/N: Hehe. He. Oh, I'm evil. Man, I love it.
Hope you liked it! I'm glad we got to slow down and take a look at how Alex is reacting to everything, and then I…dropped that bombshell. Heh. Coolio.
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