A/N: This is my first fan fic about Alex!. This is set where Ark Angel left off. This story started off a looonggg time ago (check the publish date) as a stand-in for Snakehead but now I guess it is just an alternate plotline. :( The views in this story are Alex's, or what his personality hints are his (in the books). If I started talking about how important PETA was to Alex it might weird some people out.

Disclaimer: Alex Rider isn't mine, but nearly everyone else is! His memories aren't mine either, but many of his circumstances are!

Alex Rider stared at his Mathematics book, glad to have homework again, how ever silly the idea was. It was just a few weeks after the Ark Angel Mission and his body was just recovering. After all, it had only been eleven days before the start of the catastrophic events surrounding Force Three and Nikolei Drevin that he had been hit by sniper fire! His wound still felt sore but eventually the pain would go away. 'I hope,' he added. He tried concentrating on his latest Calculus problem but his mind couldn't stop thinking about his trip to Flamingo Bay- and the space ship Ark Angel. How cruel and dirty Drevin was- even willing to let his son loose his finger for his greedy enterprises! And the fact that Force Three was a fake? He shook his head, and concentrated on the problem before him. I can thank the MI6 for summer school!

Alex groaned, a bile taste in his mouth. He cracked one weary eye open to see-

A wall of gray steel. He stared at it for a moment in confusion, then remembered what had happened. Even in his dreams he marveled at the recent events in his life. It had been two days since he had saved the Pentagon, and all of Washington D.C. with it. He was starving- he couldn't remember when he had last eaten. His bullet wound was acting up and he didn't know where he was, besides somewhere in Australian waters. But much worse than that, he was dehydrated and if he didn't have a drink soon he could die. If this is what it means to be patriotic, count me out. It's not worth it.

Alex stared out of the porthole of the small spaceship. It was partly underwater and he could look out into the clear water. He spotted vibrant coral reefs filled with all sorts of fish, and even a group of snakes gliding in and out of the caves the seafloor provided. That was good. If it was this shallow he had to be somewhat close to a landform of some sort. Because the porthole was partly above water it meant that the hatch was above water level. With a grunt he slid the heavy portal open. Carefully Alex stood up, taking in a breath of fresh air. Around him he saw nothing but a great expanse of blue-green waves. Very promising. The sky was cloudy, which could be interpreted as good or bad news. Good if it was a light rain, that would give him some much-needed water. Bad because it blocked the sun so he couldn't get his bearings. Also bad if it meant a tropical storm, which seemed very likely.

It turned out to be the storm, or something much like it but of greater magnitude. He stared at the typhoon, begging it to go away. Or head in the other direction. I've been in enough shit already. Why can't anyone give me a break? But luck wasn't his, and the terrible phenominon was headed his way. He ducked pack into the narrow spacecraft and secured the hatch. He couldn't let the pod get sunk. If he was in a sane state of mind he would have prayed, whether he was religious or not. Anything to calm his nerves. But right now his head was vacant of all but a sense of irony. He had escaped being blown up only to have dehydration and starvation, and his fate was almost indefinitely sealed with the oncoming typhoon.

"Typhoon Irony," he tried out the name, and it seemed to fit in his cloudy mind.

"Typhoon Irony," he repeated. This was soon followed by a nervous giggle, which became full out laughter. Would it matter if he died? His mind was going already- there wouldn't be much of him left to destroy.

A/N: I love cliffies, don't you? I will update soon so don't get too excited! I will tell more about "Typhoon Irony" in the next chapter. Has Alex Rider, teenage spy, finally broken down under the tension and gone mentally insane? Reviews!!!!! I need you!!!! Tell me- What do you think? Portrayals, dramatics, criticism, flames. All are welcome! Even though this story is over I love getting reviews because they make me want to iron out any mistakes that I had made.