A/N: I loved Legion (I think I was one of the few who did) and I actually like Dominion too. This idea came to me after the first episode, so please know that this will not be following the TV series exactly. Some parts of the later episodes will most likely feature, especially when I start introducing other characters from the show.

This story will focus mainly on my OC but as it progresses I promise the characters from the show will become more and more prevalent. I do intend to have my OC find herself in many situations that she would have preferred to avoid if at all possible.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Please review and let me know what you think. As always, thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

Sierra blinked, life wasn't easy; it never had been, but lately things had gotten worse. Crawling through the spaces found in between civilisation, Sierra blinked again, trying to get the dust out of her eyes. That was one of the issues with getting around Vega unnoticed. The places you had to go were even worse than the V1 living quarters.

She heard a cough behind her, followed by a hushed whisper. Turning around to glare at the two offenders she didn't realise she'd crawled into a larger space until she felt herself falling.

"Damn!" Sierra fumed, dusting herself off. "Which idiot left a grate open?" she muttered, about to turn and rag on an unsuspecting male.

A quiet cough had Sierra stopping in her tracks and giving a short sharp whistle. "Who's there?" she barked out, her eyes scanning the darkness.

As if in answer a small light began to glow somewhere off to her right. Shaking her head at the theatrics she sighed. "Oh phew, nothing to worry about; it's just a random coughing light bulb." Her voice laced with sarcasm. "That's okay then." She turned towards where she knew the placement of the second grate to be, as if to move on.

"An interesting way to travel around Vega" came a quiet voice out of the darkness.

Swivelling towards it she strained her eyes into the ever decreasing blackness.

"It has hidden treasures" came her retort as her mind jumped into overtime. She knew that voice, it was familiar to her, but she could not place it with a face.

"So it seems" the voice responded.

"Perhaps the light bulb wouldn't mind lighting up the entire crossroads. I get bored easily when talking to disembodied voices." Her tone was one of carelessness teetering on boredom. Her body was anything but, tense and alert, Sierra had a feeling this was not going to end well.

"It could, I suppose." The voice hesitantly replied. "But I rather prefer the incognito approach. A lot like yourself it would seem."

"There is something to be said about travelling incognito." Sierra replied. She didn't really want to remain here talking to this lunatic, but she had others behind her that were, hopefully, backing out as she spoke. She really needed to give them more time. "You don't have to contend with some of Vega's more demanding aspects…"

"Demanding aspects? Such as?" the soft voice asked. Sierra noticed that the light had stopped growing. It had given her the ability to make out the shadow of someone, but no more.

"Well, the constant searches are never fun." She shrugged, unaware if the owner of the voice could even see her.

"If you have nothing to hide, what difference does it make?" the voice asked.

"Are the V6's ever search?" her voice clipped as she felt an old anger start to rise.

"I am not trying to make you angry little shadow…"

Sierra could not contain the snort that arose in response. "I'm sorry, little what now?"

"Little Shadow. It seemed to fit." The voice now held a certain amused quality. "Do you not think?"

"Personally? No, not really. A shadow is something that can only follow…following is the last thing that I do." The proud tone of her voice made her wince. She hated sounding like one of those idiotic freedom fighters. She was not a freedom fighter. She didn't stand up for people's rights. She moved things from one place to another. She aided people when they came to her, sure. Hell every now and then she got someone out of a tight fix, but she did not. Not ever. Get involved with politics. That was for those with the death wishes.

"Indeed?" came that soft voice. "What is it that you do then, if I may ask?"

"No, no you may not."

"You will not tell me what has you scurrying around these tunnels rather than walk the streets of Vega?"

"I kinda feel we've covered that topic already…you know, the Vega militants and all." Sierra realised her eyes were slowly becoming accustomed to the current lighting; the dark shadow was definitely becoming more defined.

"True, but you have not told me why you feel the need to avoid security." This comment earned the voice another snort.

"I hardly think that needs explanation." She replied scornfully.

"Obviously not for you, however I am inclined to believe otherwise." The continuously calm and gentle tone was starting to get on Sierra's nerves.

"Let's just say Vega's security are not great fans of mine."

"And why, I wonder, would that be?" rather than answer, Sierra merely shrugged. After an elongated pause the voice spoke again. "Is that not an acceptable question?"

"It's just not a question I'm willing to answer, oh disembodied voice" Sierra mockingly bowed in the direction she assumed the voice was coming from, though the dimensions of the crossroads could well be playing havoc with the sound. "I don't trust people I cannot see."

"By that then I would assume you trust everyone you can see?" the voice asked.

"I don't trust anyone" came Sierra's curt reply. "I just trust voices in the dark even less."

The responding silence had her pinching her nose in frustration.

"May I ask what might be considered an inappropriate question?"

"None of the questions you've asked so far have been appropriate…why stop now?" Sierra absented mindedly answered as she started to glance towards the second grate opening.

"Interesting, I did not think I asked anything untoward." The voice stated. "I apologise if I have been rude"

Sierra sighed. "Did you want to ask me a question…"

"I guess we can come back to this topic" the voice said slowly. "I wished only to ask you your name."

Sierra snorted. "You're joking…right?" she asked peering into the darkness. "You can't seriously be asking me that?"

"Are you afraid I will inform security of your wanderings?" the voice asked.

"Security would be lucky if they even knew I existed" came her reply. "I am crawling around the spaces in between civilisation. You really think I give people my name?" shaking her head she laughed. "Names aren't asked for here and they aren't bloody well given."

A long pause followed that statement. Long enough to almost make Sierra think she had hallucinated this entire conversation. Just as she turned to go back the way she came she heard a slight ruffle, followed by a low cough.

"Something else you want to know?" she glared into the darkness

"It must not be an enjoyable existence." The voice held a certain sadness in it.

"What part?" she gestured angrily "the part where your birth determines your life? The part where you have to crawl through dark and dirty spaces just to have a sliver of freedom? How about the part where any day you could be possessed or killed by a frigging angel of the fucking absent lord?" Sierra's voice had begun to increase in volume. "tell me o great disembodied voice. What part of my life seems to reek of a pitiful existence?"

Sierra found herself breathing heavily. She squeezed her eyelids together and focused on calming herself down.

"I apologise again." was the only response she got. "Do you know what I find truly odd." The voice spoke again.

"This conversation?" Sierra offered, getting a soft chuckle in reply.

"Not exactly." A pause followed. Sierra had managed to calm herself enough to start thinking about her exit route. She believed she had kept this lunatic occupied for long enough, it was time to make a run for it. Looking towards the grate she came through, she wondered if she could get there before the shadow could get to her. "You would mostly likely fail; I am faster than I look."

Turning back to the shadow she glared. "Well as all I can see of you is a shadow, that's not hard now is it." gesturing to the light bulb she continued "it does however prove you can see me; which makes this conversation extremely rude and now, entirely over!"

Striding to the grate, expecting to feel a hand restraining her at any moment, Sierra was surprised to merely hear the voice once again.

"If I increase the light, if I show you my face, will you stay and talk?" the voice was quieter than it had been and a slight nervousness had been introduced.

"Why in hells bells would you want to talk to me?" came Sierra's exasperated reply.

"Why would I not?" this once again caused Sierra to snort. "That's not an answer." She bit back.

"Considering you have been lax on the answering front yourself, you cannot truly demand any more of me?" The shadow paused again, before standing. That move in and of itself caused Sierra to back away. "If I promise to not hurt you and to increase the light, will you stay?"

"I…I kind of…there is this thing…" she was feeling the wall behind her, trying to calculate where the grate opening was. She could make a run for it. She could do it, if only she could figure out where the blasted grate was.

"You never asked why I was here." The voice broke through her thoughts.

"What?"

"The aspect of this conversation I find odd. I have asked you many questions. You have yet to ask me one."

"Okkkkayyyy" Seirra replied; a little confused as to the change in topic. To keep the lunatic distracted she acquiesced. "Why are you here?"

"I come here for the peace and quiet." The voice answered quietly "I found this place quite recently and found it ideal for solitude."

"Then surely my remaining here will only destroy that solitude." Sierra countered.

"You would have assumed."

Sierra waited for the voice to continue, when it seemed it was done she pinched her nose again and shrugged. "So I assume that my presence here is interfering with your 'me' time. I'll also assume that my immediate vacation of this crossroads is required."

"Why do you call this a crossroads?" the voice asked, almost as if Sierra had not said anything at all. "There are no roads to cross."

"I'm sorry, what now?" The ever changing conversation was starting to make her head spin.

"Crossroads… you called it that earlier. Where are the crossing roads?"

"The tunnels. The grate I came out of, it continues in two other paths; one to the right and one straight on. Which you must already know, considering you must have come from one direction or the other." She looked at the shadow and sighed. "Fine. Turn up the light and I'll stay for a chat." Her mind was screaming at her, giving her multiple reasons as to why this was an incredibly idiotic and insane idea. Sierra knew that every word was true and she had no idea why she had agreed to stay, but this insane individual intrigued her and one of Sierra's weaknesses was coming across a mystery she couldn't solve.

"You will stay for a conversation?" The voice was once again hesitant. "You give me your word on that?" as a reply Sierra plonked herself down on the floor. She stretched her legs out and crossed her hands behind her head as she leant against the wall.

The light begin to increase, Sierra watched as the shadow being became more distinctive. She watched as the face became whiter, as sharp cheekbones came to the fore. She noted as the short dark brown hair became more distinguishable from the darkness surrounding it. The face began to take shape, with a sudden realisation, Sierra jumped to her feet, her mind focused solely on getting away.

"You said you would stay." Michael said, staring at Sierra, his eyes following her movements. Seeing her continue he pressed again, a little louder this time. "You told me you would stay if I showed you who I was."

He watched as Sierra stopped. He saw her attempts at controlling her breathing. He waited as she slowly turned to him.

"You're Michael" Sierra threw at him. "The Michael!"