Heads up I didn't finish the series yet so very AUish I'll change if I get requested but I mostly want general feed back plot wise. Flammers can go to hell just so you know.


This wasn't how Aleita had pictures her life after the defeat of XANA. Living in the ghetto of Washington DC, America. Carrying groceries and saying hello to the people she knew sitting out on their front porches. She had plastic bags on both arms and walked slowly. The seven of them lived as runners. They took packages and messages across town and Jeremy did work on the computer. Always low key. They were Illegals from France, but with Jeremy's computer skills, they easily got papers. They constantly worked on their English though they mostly spoke in French. They didn't go to school just yet. It had only been three months, they wanted to stay off the radar.

So no, life wasn't perfect, no going to private school in the forests of France and having adventures everyday. But here in the ever busy streets of South DC there was hope for a better future for her and her friends. Ulrich was working as a part time assistant at a local Dojo, Yumi was working as shop clerk in the afternoon, and Odd was the best runner on the streets in this neighborhood. And the rest of them were doing their best to keep things stable. They did what they needed and didn't ask too many questions, and didn't try to delve into things that were illegal.

Aleita was a hopeful person by nature, so when arriving here in America she did nothing but hope. Despite her young age, regardless of the language barrier she was battling, and the danger that was around every corner. She hoped before for freedom from XANA, and though it took time that prayer was answered, so she believed, in time so, would this one.

She didn't think it strange taking the alley short cut home like she did every week when she got groceries, but she was quick to press her self against the wall. Her English was modest at the best of times. But she could hear from the tones being used that some thing bad was going to happen. Several men yelled and then one threw a punch. The alley burst into motion and violence.

Flattening herself against the wall Aleita did her best to drown out the beating she was hearing. The man on the bad end was panting and grunting hard, clearly gasping for breath. Then a gun shot went off. She made herself as invisible as possible. And when the apparent thugs had gone their way, the deed done, Aleita took a risk to save a dying man, she dialed 9-1-1. Aleita knew that there were multiple levels of stupid and out right foolishness, in her actions, which where magnified as she spoke and tended to the man. Not in English but in French, she sang and waited and once more she prayed.

Aleita stayed all the while and she was taken along to the hospital with the man, Mr. Stone, or so she gathered. She'd scarped her knee in her rush to assist the gentleman and had cracked most of the eggs in her grocery bags and had been given a set of those reusable ones at the hospital. She'd fought to keep hold of her still usable produce. Any thing bought and used between them was always a necessary sacrifice, money wasted was a concept that was akin to a sin now. The only that really was bought besides the bare minimum was computer software and books.

A nurse who knew some French said she was at a Naval Hospital, and that a team would be coming to speak with her. She was then kindly asked if she would see the man who's she saved. He wanted to meet her. She said entered the blaring white room with great hesitancy. The man was heavily battered but he smiled well enough.

"Parlez-vous français?"

"No, I'm sorry I don't", he sounded as bad as he looked. Sore and rough, but despite that he was smiling and seemed pleased to see her. She assumed that he was happy with this new life he'd been given. She knew she had been once being freed of Lyoko.

"I realize that you most likely don't understand me at all but I thank you for helping me. And I wanted to know if you would maybe you would sing again."

"Sing? Me? Sing for you sir?" She asked trying to keep up with his speech.

"Oui." was all he said in return.

So she did.

Song was one of those late in life talents that Aleita had. Like Odd's knack for cars and bikes, or Williams swimming talents. Raw and good potential for things never tried. The others and she had gained a knack at something or other. It gave them something to do in those odd moments of spare time.

"Le grand corbeau noir

Tout noir, tout noir

A crié ce soir

"Bonsoir, bonsoir"

Au fond de mon lit,

J'ai dit :

"Ne crie pas si fort,

Je dors !"

As Aleita finished off the children s song she learned from one of Ulrich's old nursery books a man came threw the door. He seemed harsh and very official. And they gave her fright when they seemed to slip into the room like so. Like ghosts almost. They motioned her out of the room and she was made to stay in the hallway for a time and then things became fast paced.

The tanned skinned woman introduced them as Agent Gibbs and Agent David of NCIS. The two seemed anything but kind but Aleita walked docilely behind the two into a car that seemed to be possessed by XANA himself. Then lead into a small and dull gray interrogation room.

From there things became horribly serious.

Song translation in English.

The crow, big and black,

So black, so black,

Shouted this evening,

"Good evening, good evening!"

From my little bed,

I said,

"I'm sleeping, don't shout

So loud!"


The room was gray and unforgiving, and the agents before her were no different. Aleita asked if she could call someone to pick her up for when the questioning was over. She was granted that much. A hurried phone call to Jeremy was all she could seem to do. The rapid conversation in French was short and sweet involving all necessary information along with a distressed tone. The message was clear, something had to be done or their, cover their lives could be forfit.