AN: Well, I've been reading a bunch of Alex Rider fanfiction, and I thought I might as well try out writing one… so… here goes… an AR fanfic… By the way, I know the whole "class goes to SAS" thing is way overused, but this one has an original twist….. Just read on will you!!!???

Disclaimer: I share nothing with Anthony Horowitz, not nationality, not gender, and definitely not ownership of Alex Rider… no matter how many flowers I send to him!!!!

BTW: This is Post-Snakehead

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Chapter 1: You've got to be kidding me

Alex POV

"Hey, Cub!!" Eagle shouted out.

"Yeah, Eagle???" I shouted back.

"The Sergeant wants us in his office."

"What for??"

"No idea, but I've got a bad feeling about it…"

"Hey, I'M supposed to be the spy around here!"

Eagle laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

"You're rubbing off on us Cubby!!"

Eagle stopped laughing as I twisted his arm behind his back.

"I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!!!" He yelped in pain.

I laughed.

Eagle pulled his arm away.

"Sadist" He muttered.

I was 16. I had been at the SAS camp for two years. MI6 had put me there, so that I could stay in shape, and they could whisk me off for missions without me missing school.

Because they care SOOOOO much… I had thought sarcastically.

Fox came along to tutor me, in between missions.

K-Unit wasn't very happy, but over time, they grew used to me.

I think Fox and my file had something to do with it.

But I had no proof, and it changed for the better, so I wasn't angry.

Okay, so I was, but Fox denied all accusations, and I gave it up after a while.

I wondered why the sarge wanted us in his office.

Then, a thought struck me.

"Eagle, what day is it?" I asked.

"March 31st, why?"

Snake, Wolf and Fox joined us.

"Hey, Cub, why do you look like someone made you swallow a grenade?" Snake asked.

"Because, We're getting babysitting duty this year."

They stared at me.

"Tomorrow is April 1st."

"Oh." Snake started.

"God." Fox supplied.

"NOOOO!!!!!" Wolf and Eagle screamed.

Every year, a school group came to the SAS camp to see what life was like there.

They trained.

They complained.

They were a bunch of arses.

And now, it was time again for it.

They came on April 1st.

We ran the rest of the way to the Sergeant's office.

"K-Unit!" He yelled.

We stood at attention until he told us to have a seat.

We looked at each other.

A seat? That was bad news….

SAS soldiers were never offered a seat.

"You have been chosen to be in charge of the school group." He told us.

We didn't react.

We had done that outside.

The sarge stared at us and raised his eyebrows.

"Cub guessed" Wolf supplied.

"Ah." The sergeant said. "You have the rest of the day off. You are to report here at 0700 tomorrow for briefing."

"Yes, Sir!" We said as one.

He motioned to us to get out.

Once we were outside we headed for the shooting range.

That always relaxed us for some reason.

K-Unit had been appalled when they learned how well Scorpia taught me how to shoot, but they grew used to me upstaging them in the art of shooting.

Eagle however, still clung to the hope that one day, I would mess up and not hit the bull's eye, or even close to the bull's eye. That day would never come.

After a few rounds we were relaxed enough to leave.

Back at the hut, we started discussing what we would do with the little kiddies.

"They won't be able to keep up, I say we take it easy on them, I mean how many 15 or 16 year olds can keep up with us???" Eagle said. Well, actually, he nearly shouted it.

I coughed.

Eagle looked at me. "Cub's the exception to the rule."

"Aren't I always?" I asked.

"Anyways," I continued. "Going easy on kids is not part of the SAS. They come here to see what it's like, I say we show them what it's like!!!"

"You have a point there, Cub." Wolf said.

"Don't I always???" I asked confidently.

The others exchanged looks.

"Wait," Wolf said. "I wasn't done. Since you came up with that wonderful idea, I think you should be in charge of this project."

Eagle snorted. "A kid in charge of kids! This I gotta see!"

"But-but… you're unit leader, you should be in charge!!!!" I shouted.

"And you're MI6, you should know how to be in charge." Wolf replied calmly.

"Fine. But I get to make the assignments, if I'm in charge." I said.

"Fine!" Snake said.

I smirked. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all…

....... And maybe MI6 cared about me...

In other words, it was bad.

We got the schedules, and it was agreed that Wolf would introduce himself as unit leader,

But I would be introduced as the leader of the "dirty nose-picking kiddies."

When the bus rolled by, and the driver shouted the kids to get out, I tensed.

I finally figured out what school it was.

It was Brookland.

The school I used to go to.....

And I would be in charge of the scum that filled it's halls...

Plus Tom.

I just hope they don't recognize me....

I thought...

Please...

God...

If you're up there..

PLEASE...

DON'T LET THEM RECOGNIZE ME!!!

Just then, Wolf started to speak.

" LISTEN UP KIDDOS. YOU WILL FOLLOW OUR RULES AND LISTEN TO WHAT WE SAY. FROM THIS MOMENT TILL THE MOMENT YOU LEAVE THE MEN STANDING UP HERE WILL BE GOD. BUT THE GOD WHO'LL ACTUALLY TALK TO YOU, WHO IS IN CHARGE OF YOU SNOT NOSED PUNKS IS STANDING RIGHT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!"

I stepped forward.

"All right, as you can see, I am young.... BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU WILL GET AWAY WITH SLACKING OFF!!!!!! YOU ARE HERE TO SEE HOW SAS SOLDIERS LIVE, SO DAMMIT YOU WILL LIVE LIKE SAS SOLDIERS!!! AT LEAST, YOUNG, STUPID, INEXPERIENCED SAS SOLDIERS! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled in the faces of the surprised students.

They muttered "yeahs...." so it was my cue to start shouting again.

"YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME WITH A YES, SIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW I'LL TRY AGAIN, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR???"

"Yes, sir!" They shouted back.

"Good. Now it's a five mile walk to camp. SO START RUNNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

No one started.

"If you do not start running in 5 seconds you will have no food or water for 2 days."

Everyone started running.

I quickly jogged up to where Wolf was jogging.

"Just my luck." I muttered to him.

"What do you mean, just your luck??? I mean, we're all upset, but look at it this way, it's not like it's your old school!" Eagle piped in.

I glared at them.

"Oh, it is isn't it." Wolf deduced.

"Yup."

"Poor you Cub, pooooor you." With that Eagle ran back to yell at a girl who had started walking.

I sighed and ran forward to the front, to continue yelling at the kids.

Week long field trip my ass.

They wanted SAS life, I'd give it to them.

But I'll have to be careful.

I have to keep my secret.

AN: There, told you it was original!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sooo.... Anyhoo... I'd appreciate it if people reviewed, and told me what you thought.... Tom will come into the story in a little while, and the poor kiddies will face the tortures of SAS life... Of course.. They won't if no one reviews...SOOOOOOO REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Please??? I'm begging!!!!!!

Still begging for reviews,

Marie