Ok guys, this fic came to me when I was baking choclate chip cookies today. I have no idea where it will go, but it's something for me to work on when it's Alias Elle's turn to write a chapt. for our DareDevil/ Alias crossover fic 'Untitled'.
Story content, (not the characters or the series' main plot Copyright: 2003 by Spywolf
The characters and main plot of Alias are not mine, but the ideas in this fic are, (musicians and the CIA, mine. {you'll understand it later in the fic.})
I know I don't really need to do this, I trust you guys, but just to be on the safe side. Like my reviewers said, it's an original idea.
Chapter 1
It’s been six years since the takedown of SD-6, and the disappearance of one Sydney Bristow.
A middle aged woman walked into the LA branch of the CIA, headed towards the front desk. Her body was bruised and battered, her clothing was a mess. The guards paid no notice to her because of how she carried herself. She walked with a purpose, her body language spoke ‘stay out of my way, or else.’ She approached the front desk and the young man behind it.
“Excuse me,” Her voice was hoarse and pained, but the show of confidence demanded attention. “Is a Mr. Michael Vaughn in?”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but that is classified information, not open to the general public,” The youth replied apologetically. The woman reached into her tattered clothing and pulled out a very worn ID badge. With her shaky hand she held it out to him.
“I work here,” Came her anguished reply. The man took the card and examined it closely.
“Wow, these are really old,” He said, referring to the card. “You really should get it updated, it looks like you could use a new one anyway.” She just nodded.
“So, can you help me?” She asked tiredly.
“Oh yes, of course. I’m sorry.” He typed quickly on his computer, then shook his head and turned back to her. “Mr. Vaughn left hours ago, I should have guessed.” At the woman’s questioning glance, he went on. “I don’t know why exactly, but he spends as little time here as he can. Somebody told me that it’s because he lost somebody important to him in this business, I don’t really know. Apparently he didn’t always used to be like that. director Kendall told me once that there was a time when he would stay long after hours just to make sure everything went off without a hitch in his missions. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The woman appeared to be in thought for a moment, then she spoke with great effort.
“What about a Mr. Eric Weiss, is he in?” At the name Weiss, the youth made a face. “What is it?” She questioned.
“He’s here all right, but I don’t think you’d want to talk to him, not worn out like you are. That guy is detestable to say the least.” She raised her eyebrows as to question him, so he went on. “He used to be a really great guy, or so I’m told, but that was a long time ago. Now he’s just cold. They say he changed around the time Mr. Vaughn did. That guy is to the point, and makes sure the job gets done. Some people don’t believe he has any humor in his whole body, let alone being a joker back in the day. I believe it though. You can tell what he used to be like by when he speaks to Vaughn and Mr. Bristow, he cracks jokes, and tries really hard to get Vaughn to smile, but it rarely works. Some dumb rookie once asked him if he could try being a decent person, and you know what he said? He said, ‘bring Bristow back from the dead and I’ll tell you every gorram bar joke I know.’ That confused a lot of people, because Mr. Bristow is alive and well. But apparently he had a daughter who was killed in the business. She didn’t even have a choice to join. They say she was a double for SD-6, that agency that crumbled years ago? Well apparently she was the main force behind it. Except a month after the takedown, she disappeared. Kidnapped, ran, no one really knew. Mr. Bristow and Mr. Vaughn apparently led several teams looking for her, but to no avail. There wasn’t even a body. She was pronounced dead a year after she vanished. There’s a star for her on the wall, but it doesn't have her name, it can’t.” When the man finished, he looked at the woman’s face, she had tears in her eyes.
“Can you please take me to Mr. Weiss’ office?” She murmured.
“If you’re sure, follow me please,” He said kindly. He led her to Eric Weiss’ office, the exact same one he had six years ago. The man went up to the door and knocked.
“What is it?” Demanded a cold voice from within. No matter how cruel it sounded however, she recognized it at once, Weiss.
“Um, sir, sorry to bother you, but there’s someone here to see you,” The youth managed.
“I said I didn’t want to be disturbed!” He roared from within.
“Sorry Miss, he gets like this whenever he’s going over Rambaldi information,” The man whispered to her.
“Uh, I- I think it’s important, sir,” The man then braced himself for an answer.
“Well tell them to see Barnett!” The voice commanded. The woman saw that she wasn’t going to be able to see Weiss unless she said something. As it was she almost laughed and cringed at the same time when he mentioned Barnett.
“Shhhh! The yo-yo is sleeping! And I don’t want to see Barnett, you can’t make me,” She said, as loudly as her frail body could manage. Weiss heard it however, and thought not recognizing the voice, new something was up, because only a few people knew him when he said things like ‘don’t wake up the yo-yo.’ The receptionist and the woman waited as they heard him hastily arise from his desk, and curse as he bumped some part of him, probably a knee or foot, against the desk. The door flew open a moment later, and Weiss was prepared to yell until he saw the woman feebly standing behind the young man. She was beaten badly, and underfed, both large understatements.
“Sydney!?”
Story content, (not the characters or the series' main plot Copyright: 2003 by Spywolf
The characters and main plot of Alias are not mine, but the ideas in this fic are, (musicians and the CIA, mine. {you'll understand it later in the fic.})
I know I don't really need to do this, I trust you guys, but just to be on the safe side. Like my reviewers said, it's an original idea.
Chapter 1
It’s been six years since the takedown of SD-6, and the disappearance of one Sydney Bristow.
A middle aged woman walked into the LA branch of the CIA, headed towards the front desk. Her body was bruised and battered, her clothing was a mess. The guards paid no notice to her because of how she carried herself. She walked with a purpose, her body language spoke ‘stay out of my way, or else.’ She approached the front desk and the young man behind it.
“Excuse me,” Her voice was hoarse and pained, but the show of confidence demanded attention. “Is a Mr. Michael Vaughn in?”
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but that is classified information, not open to the general public,” The youth replied apologetically. The woman reached into her tattered clothing and pulled out a very worn ID badge. With her shaky hand she held it out to him.
“I work here,” Came her anguished reply. The man took the card and examined it closely.
“Wow, these are really old,” He said, referring to the card. “You really should get it updated, it looks like you could use a new one anyway.” She just nodded.
“So, can you help me?” She asked tiredly.
“Oh yes, of course. I’m sorry.” He typed quickly on his computer, then shook his head and turned back to her. “Mr. Vaughn left hours ago, I should have guessed.” At the woman’s questioning glance, he went on. “I don’t know why exactly, but he spends as little time here as he can. Somebody told me that it’s because he lost somebody important to him in this business, I don’t really know. Apparently he didn’t always used to be like that. director Kendall told me once that there was a time when he would stay long after hours just to make sure everything went off without a hitch in his missions. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The woman appeared to be in thought for a moment, then she spoke with great effort.
“What about a Mr. Eric Weiss, is he in?” At the name Weiss, the youth made a face. “What is it?” She questioned.
“He’s here all right, but I don’t think you’d want to talk to him, not worn out like you are. That guy is detestable to say the least.” She raised her eyebrows as to question him, so he went on. “He used to be a really great guy, or so I’m told, but that was a long time ago. Now he’s just cold. They say he changed around the time Mr. Vaughn did. That guy is to the point, and makes sure the job gets done. Some people don’t believe he has any humor in his whole body, let alone being a joker back in the day. I believe it though. You can tell what he used to be like by when he speaks to Vaughn and Mr. Bristow, he cracks jokes, and tries really hard to get Vaughn to smile, but it rarely works. Some dumb rookie once asked him if he could try being a decent person, and you know what he said? He said, ‘bring Bristow back from the dead and I’ll tell you every gorram bar joke I know.’ That confused a lot of people, because Mr. Bristow is alive and well. But apparently he had a daughter who was killed in the business. She didn’t even have a choice to join. They say she was a double for SD-6, that agency that crumbled years ago? Well apparently she was the main force behind it. Except a month after the takedown, she disappeared. Kidnapped, ran, no one really knew. Mr. Bristow and Mr. Vaughn apparently led several teams looking for her, but to no avail. There wasn’t even a body. She was pronounced dead a year after she vanished. There’s a star for her on the wall, but it doesn't have her name, it can’t.” When the man finished, he looked at the woman’s face, she had tears in her eyes.
“Can you please take me to Mr. Weiss’ office?” She murmured.
“If you’re sure, follow me please,” He said kindly. He led her to Eric Weiss’ office, the exact same one he had six years ago. The man went up to the door and knocked.
“What is it?” Demanded a cold voice from within. No matter how cruel it sounded however, she recognized it at once, Weiss.
“Um, sir, sorry to bother you, but there’s someone here to see you,” The youth managed.
“I said I didn’t want to be disturbed!” He roared from within.
“Sorry Miss, he gets like this whenever he’s going over Rambaldi information,” The man whispered to her.
“Uh, I- I think it’s important, sir,” The man then braced himself for an answer.
“Well tell them to see Barnett!” The voice commanded. The woman saw that she wasn’t going to be able to see Weiss unless she said something. As it was she almost laughed and cringed at the same time when he mentioned Barnett.
“Shhhh! The yo-yo is sleeping! And I don’t want to see Barnett, you can’t make me,” She said, as loudly as her frail body could manage. Weiss heard it however, and thought not recognizing the voice, new something was up, because only a few people knew him when he said things like ‘don’t wake up the yo-yo.’ The receptionist and the woman waited as they heard him hastily arise from his desk, and curse as he bumped some part of him, probably a knee or foot, against the desk. The door flew open a moment later, and Weiss was prepared to yell until he saw the woman feebly standing behind the young man. She was beaten badly, and underfed, both large understatements.
“Sydney!?”