This will be the last installment of my Perfect series. It will be a series of connected one shots following Alex and K unit's lives.

I'll write and add more to this sporadically, just as I get inspired. If you have any suggestions or anything you want to see, let me know! You might want to follow this story so you know when I update it, I probably wont update as often as my other stories.

A quick visit with an old friend…

"I'm not really sure what to call it…" Alex hesitated, thinking over the last year of his life. Alex wasn't quite sure what it was. Love? Friendship? There was no real word for the kind of care and respect that he and his makeshift family had for each other.

Or maybe that was the word. Family.

Alex smiled, "yeah, family. I've got a family now, been awhile since I've had one of those, huh Jack?" Alex tugged at the grass in front of the gravestone. He was sitting directly in front of the inscribed rock, not having to worry about standing over a body.

"But don't worry, Jack. You're still my family too, always will be. I'll never forget what you've done for me. I love you Jack-" Alex choked slightly, holding back tears, "I miss you, I always miss you. I miss you every second. Even when I think I'm fine, I'm still missing you."

Alex paused, a part of him recognized that the sun was setting, but he still had so much to say. "I've got a psychiatrist now, I know you were always asking me to get one. I told him about you a few months back. I said, 'missing you is like breathing, involuntary and constant'" Alex huffed with laughter, "sappy stuff huh? But it's true. My default mode is missing you. The Doc says that it'll go away, over time. That I just have to keep living and keep breathing and one day, you won't be the foremost thing in my mind. I'm not sure I want that, though," Alex admitted, "I don't want to feel like I'm forgetting you, I want you to be apart of my life everyday… maybe that's not particularly healthy, maybe that's just the survivors guilt talking… I don't know."

Alex reached out, running his hand over the grave markers inscription. He traced the name Jack, he never did find out what that was short for.

"I know what you'd say, 'listen to the shrink, Alex, he knows his business! You can't save the world and yourself all the time, right Alex?'. I guess I can do that. I can try at least."

Alex fell silent, he took his hands off the cool granite. He wondered if, a continent away, someone else was doing the same.

After Jack's death, Alex was the person that her Will was given to. It had stated clearly that she wished to be buried in London, 'I didn't come here thinking I would love it as much as I do, or that I would get the family I now have. To my parents and family back in America, I hope you understand. There's a boy here, and he's my family too. More importantly, I'm the only family he has left. I told Alex I'd always be here for him, that I'd always be waiting when he came home, I intend to keep that promise. So, dear family, if you're wondering why I don't want to be at home, wonder no more. Of course I want to be home, I am home.'

While there was no body to bury, Alex was still grateful. Her funeral and 'burial' ceremony had taken place here, and that felt important.

Jack's entire family had flown out here; MI6, at least, paid for the trip. Alex had been sure to have Jack's grave stone placed in his own family's plot. Just like Jack had said, she was family. Putting her to rest anywhere else wouldn't have sat right with Alex.

After the ceremony, Jack's family had gone home. They had erected their own headstone in memory of Jack. Alex sighed, realizing he was running out of time. Shadows were edging in around him. There was still a bucket of things he wanted to tell her, but only one thing seemed very important right now.

"I-," Alex started, "I'm happy now, Jack. It's been, I don't even know how long, since I've been happy. Maybe I haven't let myself be happy? I'm not sure, but all you ever wanted was for me to be happy and safe. I am, Jack. I'm happier and safer than I've been in years. I hope you are too, now you don't have to worry about me. I love you, and I know how much you loved me." Alex sensed a presence behind him, time to go then, "I'll see you on the other side, Jack. Save me a seat?"

Alex felt a strong hand on his shoulder and he turned to it. Wolf was crouched next to him, smiling sadly.

"Ready to go, kid?"

Alex glanced to his left, at the line of gravestones.

John Rider, Helen Rider, Ian Rider, Jack Starbright, and then the few empty plots to his right. Alex knew he'd end up in one of those one day, sooner rather than later most likely.

"Yeah, let's go."

Alex let Wolf manhandle him to his feet, accepting the arm Wolf tossed over his shoulders. Alex glanced back one last time at the graves.

Well, he amended, he might not end up in there, so to speak. Sometimes you didn't leave a body. No trace that you even existed but for the fleeting memories of the few who remain.

No body, because - Alex squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to remember - 40 kilograms of explosives incinerated any human being in the direct vicinity.

MI6 had to bury their fair share of empty coffins.