The Ghosts That Haunt Me: An Alias/Buffy Crossover
By: Sam Lincoln
Rating PG-13
Summary: A Rambaldi prophecy sends Sydney to Sunnydale in search of "The
Chosen One."
Spoilers: General spoilers for the current seasons of Alias, Buffy and
Angel, but nothing specific to any storyline.
Disclaimer: All characters from /Buffy/ and /Angel/ are property of
Mutant Enemy. All characters from /Alias/ are property of Bad Robot and
Touchstone Television. All characters are used without permission and no
infringement is intended.
The Ghosts that Haunt Me: Prologue
Buffy and Dawn walked through the cemetery, patrolling for any demonic
activity. Buffy was armed with just a stake while Dawn carried a
crossbow and a bag full of other assorted weapons.
"It sure is nice that things are back to normal," Dawn commented, "Well,
as normal as things get around here," she added after a moment.
"Yeah, I just wish Giles had come back from England with Willow," Buffy
said, agreeing with her sister.
"I guess he needed to recharge his British batteries some more."
Buffy smiled, "Yeah, that must be it," she replied, unconvinced.
They continued walking through the cemetery, each sister lost in her own
thoughts.
"Hey Buffy," Dawn asked after a while.
"Yeah?"
"I don't want to jinx anything, but have things seemed a little too
quiet lately?"
They came to a stop in front of a fresh grave and rested against two
nearby tombstones. "I suppose so," Buffy said with a shrug. As they
watched the ground in front of them shifted and two hands burst free,
followed closely by a head. Buffy held out her hand. "I think this shot
calls for a five iron."
Dawn reached into her bag and withdrew an axe. "Five iron, excellent
choice." She placed the axe in Buffy's outstretched hand.
Buffy walked up to the newborn vampire still struggling to emerge from
its grave. "It's 300 yards to the pin, Summers is using a five-iron,
bold choice," Buffy said, as if a television commentator, "Fore!" She
shouted as she swung her axe. The stroke removed the vampire's head from
its next and sent it spinning into the air, disintegrating as it flew.
Buffy stood still for a moment, admiring her imaginary golf shot. "It's
in the hole," she declared as she turned to face her sister.
Dawn politely clapped, "You got all of that one," she observed.
Buffy handed the axe back to Dawn, "Yeah, Tiger Woods doesn't have
anything on me."
Dawn put the axe back into the bag, "So where to now?"
Buffy looked around the cemetery. "Home I think. You're right Dawny,
things have been too quiet. If a new Big Bad is on the way I want us to
be well-rested so we can kick its ass." The two sisters walked towards
the entrance of the cemetery, leaving behind the hold in the ground made
by the late vampire.
Sydney Bristow walked into the briefing room feeling no small amount of
trepidation. Ever since she had learned the truth about SD-6 she had
come to view each new mission with a sense of dread. Her apprehension
was increased when she saw that Arvin Sloane was the only person in the
room. "You wanted to see me?" She asked Sloane.
"Yes Sydney, take a seat," Sloane replied.
"Were are Dixon and Marshall?" She asked as she sat in a chair halfway
down the table.
"They won't be necessary for this mission," Sloane said tersely. "Now
then, Technical Division has finished translating another section of
Rambaldi text."
At the mention of Milo Rambaldi Sydney felt her blood run cold. "Oh
really," she said in as off-hand a manner as possible. "What did it say?"
Sloane smiled, "Patience Sydney, I was getting to that." He tapped a key
on the table in front of him, calling up an image on the screen in front
of Sydney. It was a picture of a page of text. "We extracted this from a
recently discovered fragment from one of the last works Rambaldi wrote.
The fragment refers to a 'Boca di Hell located on the west coast of the
New World."
Syndey frowned, "Boca di Hell? The Mouth of Hell?"
"Yes, exactly," Sloane nodded, "According to Rambaldi an artifact of
great power is located there. Rather thoughtfully Rambaldi also provided
a sketch of the artifact." Sloane zoomed in on a picture of an amulet.
"As you can see the artifact is an amulet with writing on both sides.
The detail on the page is not enough to make a translation, but the text
on the artifact appears to be Sumerian."
"But how is that possible? The Sumerians lived on the other side of the
world thousands of years earlier."
Sloane held up a hand, "I know, I'm just relaying what our experts said.
Now, the text also makes reference to a defender of the artifact, the
Chosen One. According to Rambaldi, 'Only the blood of the Chosen One
will awaken the amulet.' There's no other mention of this person beyond
that it's a young woman and that 'She defends without knowing.' Whatever
that means."
Sydney nodded, "So do we know where the Boca di Hell is located?"
"As a matter of fact we do, and it's not too far from here." Sloane
called up a map of Southern California. "Clues in the text indicate that
the artifact is located here." A dot on the map began to flash.
Sydney leaned in and stared at the map, "Sunnydale? Why does that name
sound familiar."
"Several years ago there was an explosion at local high school during
graduation ceremonies. The mayor, school principal, and a large number
of parents and students were killed in the blast."
"That's right, was the cause of the explosion ever determined?"
"Officially no, but I've heard rumors that a group of students planted a
bomb." Sloane paused as they both considered the type of person it would
take to commit such an act. "In any event that has to relevance on your
mission," Sloane continued. "I want you to drive down to Sunnydale,
locate this artifact and find out who this 'Chosen One' is. I expect you
to bring both of them back to SD-6 Headquarters." Sloane paused letting
his instructions sink in. "I don't expect you to meet any resistance so
I'm sending you in by yourself."
Sydney nodded her understanding, "What will be my cover?"
Sloane tossed Sydney a small package, "You're a collector of rare
antiquities tracking down an item for a client."
Sydney picked up the package. "When do I leave?"
"As soon as possible," Sloane replied, "We've already arranged
accommodations for you in Sunnydale, and also provided you a list of
places to look for information relating to the artifact."
Sydney scanned the list, "A magic shop?" she asked in disbelief.
Sloane nodded, "That's right, the former owner was well-versed in arcane
lore and matters of antiquity, much more so than your run-of-the-mill
new-age hippy. Perhaps the current owner took notes," he explained.
"Is there anything else?" Sydney asked as she stood up.
"Just one more thing. Watch your back out there Sydney. Just because
you're not in a hostile country do not let your guard down. Sunnydale is
a dangerous place and I would hate to see anything happen to you."
Sydney nodded, "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she walked out of
the briefing room.
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