This is the reposting of Untitled The DareDevil/ Alias crossover that Alias Elle and I (Spywolf) wrote. We lost it in the whole crash thing. Here is the reposted first chapter, nothing new. Alias Elle will repost chapt. 2, then I'll add 3, she'll add four, and I'll put up new chapt. 5! It's done! We just have to get that far...you know, so it's not all out of order. We'll try to get it done ASAP, sorry for the wait!
Disclaimer: Neither Alias nor DareDevil are mine, and so forth, and so on, don't sue.
A/N: As Alias Elle aready said, this is going to be a coauthored fic, but heres the first chapter, finally! Sorry it took me so long, computer decided to be evil and my internet connection was being unkind yesterday, I'm sorry for it. Anyhoo, here's chapt 1, hope you like it!
Chapter One:
Sydney had never felt so scared in her life. Never on a mission, when she found out the truth about SD-6, not even when Danny died. The only thing that came close was when she almost lost Vaughn. She was terrified because they were sending her back. She was going back to a place where she didn't belong, where she was supposedly dead. A sense of dread and yet, longing for what she knew for so long as home came over her when Kendall said three simple words, "New York City."
Sydney, Jack, Kendall, and vaughn were all sitting in a CIA conference room when Kenall made the announcement.
"Agent Bristow," He began, addressing Sydney. "We feel at this point in time that it is in your best interest to be placed in the Witness Protection Program. It may appear that the threat is diminished, but there are still former Alliance heads and SD cell leaders unaccounted for. Your double agent status has obviously been exposed, and the Agency isn't putting it past any of these people to want revenge." Everyone just stared at him for a moment, taking in what he had just said.
"Where?" Jack finally spoke.
"I trust this information will not leave this room," Kendall paused, looking around. Looking directly at Sydney, he replied "You're going to New York City." Vaughn noticed Sydney tense immediatly, and his concern grew even more when her face began to turn pale.
"Sydney?" He asked, not even bothering to hide the concern in his voice.
"I-I, no, I can't go back there, please, no," Sydney wispered urgently.
"The arangements have already been made. You're going and that's final. All we have to get squared away is your new alias, it's being processed-" Sydney quickly cut in, "It won't work. I lived in New York City for years before I came to LA for college." Shee took a deep breath, and almost inaudibly she added, "You're going to ahve to give me my old name back." Kendall was visibly irritated at this sudden turn of events.
"Are you telling me that there are people in New York who might recognize you?"
"Yes, but back then I went by a different name, the people there knew me as Elektra Natchios.” Vaughn almost smiled at how exotic the name sounded, if it weren’t for Sydney’s pained expression.
“So basically what you’re saying is that if we create identification for you under the name Elektra Natchios on it, and ship you off to New York, you’ll be able to slip back into your old life?” Kendall demanded. Sydney looked down at her hands.
She traced with her left hand a circular scar on the center of her right palm. She had gotten it the day her life fell apart for the first time. Bullseye, a henchman of the Kingpin, had been trying to kill her and the Daredevil, Matthew. Somehow Bullseye had gotten a hold of her sais. He threw it at her, but she could not block it quickly enough. The sai went directly through the center of her right hand. He stabbed her in the stomach with the other, and left her to die. Then he went after the Devil. Sydney had trouble remembering the span of time immediatly following that, due to the loss of blood. She remembered contacting her father, and him coming to get her. He took her to LA, and told her that she could not go back to New York. Sydney still subscribed to the New York Times, and sometimes she got to read about the Daredevil’s latest victories. God, she had loved him, but this was the only way she knew he was still alive. She saved all the articles about him that she came across, they were all kept safe in a scrapbook at her apartment. ‘This is the way it has to be’ her father had told her. What did he think about her going back now?
Disclaimer: Neither Alias nor DareDevil are mine, and so forth, and so on, don't sue.
A/N: As Alias Elle aready said, this is going to be a coauthored fic, but heres the first chapter, finally! Sorry it took me so long, computer decided to be evil and my internet connection was being unkind yesterday, I'm sorry for it. Anyhoo, here's chapt 1, hope you like it!
Chapter One:
Sydney had never felt so scared in her life. Never on a mission, when she found out the truth about SD-6, not even when Danny died. The only thing that came close was when she almost lost Vaughn. She was terrified because they were sending her back. She was going back to a place where she didn't belong, where she was supposedly dead. A sense of dread and yet, longing for what she knew for so long as home came over her when Kendall said three simple words, "New York City."
Sydney, Jack, Kendall, and vaughn were all sitting in a CIA conference room when Kenall made the announcement.
"Agent Bristow," He began, addressing Sydney. "We feel at this point in time that it is in your best interest to be placed in the Witness Protection Program. It may appear that the threat is diminished, but there are still former Alliance heads and SD cell leaders unaccounted for. Your double agent status has obviously been exposed, and the Agency isn't putting it past any of these people to want revenge." Everyone just stared at him for a moment, taking in what he had just said.
"Where?" Jack finally spoke.
"I trust this information will not leave this room," Kendall paused, looking around. Looking directly at Sydney, he replied "You're going to New York City." Vaughn noticed Sydney tense immediatly, and his concern grew even more when her face began to turn pale.
"Sydney?" He asked, not even bothering to hide the concern in his voice.
"I-I, no, I can't go back there, please, no," Sydney wispered urgently.
"The arangements have already been made. You're going and that's final. All we have to get squared away is your new alias, it's being processed-" Sydney quickly cut in, "It won't work. I lived in New York City for years before I came to LA for college." Shee took a deep breath, and almost inaudibly she added, "You're going to ahve to give me my old name back." Kendall was visibly irritated at this sudden turn of events.
"Are you telling me that there are people in New York who might recognize you?"
"Yes, but back then I went by a different name, the people there knew me as Elektra Natchios.” Vaughn almost smiled at how exotic the name sounded, if it weren’t for Sydney’s pained expression.
“So basically what you’re saying is that if we create identification for you under the name Elektra Natchios on it, and ship you off to New York, you’ll be able to slip back into your old life?” Kendall demanded. Sydney looked down at her hands.
She traced with her left hand a circular scar on the center of her right palm. She had gotten it the day her life fell apart for the first time. Bullseye, a henchman of the Kingpin, had been trying to kill her and the Daredevil, Matthew. Somehow Bullseye had gotten a hold of her sais. He threw it at her, but she could not block it quickly enough. The sai went directly through the center of her right hand. He stabbed her in the stomach with the other, and left her to die. Then he went after the Devil. Sydney had trouble remembering the span of time immediatly following that, due to the loss of blood. She remembered contacting her father, and him coming to get her. He took her to LA, and told her that she could not go back to New York. Sydney still subscribed to the New York Times, and sometimes she got to read about the Daredevil’s latest victories. God, she had loved him, but this was the only way she knew he was still alive. She saved all the articles about him that she came across, they were all kept safe in a scrapbook at her apartment. ‘This is the way it has to be’ her father had told her. What did he think about her going back now?