After The End: Alex Rider FanFiction

~Prologue~

{MI6 headquarters, London}
Mrs. Jones (POV)

Two Light Bombers fly over the rundown observatory, each letting a single GBU-53/B small diameter bomb drop from them. Walls immediately crumble, dust exploding everywhere, ground shaking tremendously. The last of Scorpias people run out of the exits in a panic, agents from MI6 corralling them up and assisting with any injuries. K Unit from SAS on standby for extraction. The bombers make one more pass, each deploying three bombs this time. And when the shaking of the ground finally stops and the dust in the air settles. K-Unit lead by Wolf, make their way inside. Fifteen minutes later, they reappear at the doorway, the body of a bedraggled young man laying limp in Wolfs arms. They appear worrie-

A knock on the door breaks me from my concentration, eyes flickering over towards the door.

I keep my hands paused over the keyboard, fingers posed to continue my report that was due last week.

Another knock sounds on the door.

"Come in." I look back down at my computer-screen, my senses now on full alert.

The door opens.

        Glancing up, I see it's the new intern.

        I let myself relax.

        Rolling my neck to get the cricks out, I get started back to typing my report.

And that's when I notice it's awfully quiet in here. I look back up and see he's just standing there, looking quite uncomfortable if I do say so myself.

          I tend to do that to people.

           "Mrs. Jones?" He hesitantly asks, shifting his feet around while looking down at the floor.

A couple seconds tick by.

          "Yes." I say monotone.

          Startled, he takes a step back, his face swinging up.

           "I um, just came to t-tell you t-that you have a message Mrs. Jones." He stutters out, his face going a shade redder.

           I raise an eyebrow. "From?" I question, still monotone.

           He looks confused, glancing down at a piece of paper in his hands. "Um, the Hospital." He timidly says.

        And with that one word, my heart feels like its literally stopped.

Please don't let it be bad news.

          "What's it say?" I quietly ask, sitting up straighter.

         "It just says....He's awake." He replies, voice fading.

Oh thank god.

It's been a week since he was rescued and immediately rushed to the Hospital, his condition critical.

          He'd been in a coma that whole week, the Doctor saying he might not make it.

But now he's awake.