Title: Black Tie Not Optional
Author: Jonathan
Rating: T
Chapter: Prologue
Category: Tori/? But knowing my work, it's fairly obvious where it might go. But, for all those people who don't like that type of relationship, try this. It's a different type of story.
Spoilers: Nothing specific. But knowledge of 'Victorious' is key, and it wouldn't hurt to know 'Men in Black,' even MIB 3.
Summery: David Vega always had a secret, but when he dies, he tells the one person he knew that could handle it. How does his daughter, Tori, deal with it?
Disclaimer: Victorious is owned by Victorious is owned by Dan Schneider, Danwarp, Nick, Viacom. Men in Black is owned by Columbia Pictures.


It was a sad May day as a young woman sat upon the top of a hill. Her chocolate eyes casted upon the rolling hill as she sat there in silence. For today, was the only the third day of her sorrow. Of her sadness, and of her loss. It was a day of remorse, and all she could do was gaze upon the green hills…

A sigh escaped her lips as she began to remember the passing of the recent events. Of the moment when everything she held dear crumbled. From the moment she woke up this past Thursday morning, she never fully recovered from receiving the dire news… and it was killing her…

It was destroying her, and she couldn't turn to anyone. Who would believe her? She never thought she would ever experience a moment like this, of a moment where her world shattered, and her whole world would never be the same. Because it came to the last moments from her father. The last moments David Vega spoke to her, telling her the truth. Telling her what was really going on in this life, and telling her that not even her mother and her sister knew the truth…

No one knew.

No one could know.

No one should be able to know.

Because the truth of the matter was that if anyone knew what was happening, they would turn the other way and never believe her. No one would believe her. And it was terrifying.

Tears brimmed her eyes as she watched the progression of time unfold. And it pained her that she couldn't do anything about it. That she couldn't tell anyone, and that she had to hold this burden to herself…

She folded her knees and brought them to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she buried her face into herself, trying her best to escape the world.

But it didn't help.

No matter how much she wanted, she couldn't cope with how she was feeling, and she didn't know how to let it out.

…Part of her wanted to write her grief into a song. Into something that she could pour her heart and emotions into. Something meaningful. Something dear to her. Something to cherish. But as she thought about it, she realized she couldn't do it. She couldn't let out any evidence of what she truly found out.

The truth of the matter was that if she did, the world wouldn't know how to handle it. It could be their own undoing, and it was because she couldn't keep her mouth shut.

She hated this. She hated she couldn't tell anyone. She hated that she was alone. And she hated that she hadn't been home since she found out about her father's death.

"This seat taken?"

Tori suddenly stiffened. She pulled out of her ball and looked up as a tall black man stared down at her. He wore a dark black suit, white button-down shirt, and a black tie. In his shirt pocket was a pair of black sunglasses. He looked down at the young woman. "What would you say if I knew your father."

She looked at him, confused. "Who… who are you?"

He smiled as he looked down at her. "Your father and I trained together when he was living in New York. We went to the academy together."

"Ok…" She whispered, not knowing what he was grasping at. "You knew my father?"

He nodded, "David Vega?" She nodded, "And I'm guessing that makes you Tori."

"How do you know who I am?"

He chuckled slightly, "The name's J. Agent J." She gave him a troubled look. "A few weeks back I got this letter from your dad. He told me to give this to you." He handed her the letter…

Tori took the piece of paper with caution. She looked at J and asked, "How'd you know where to find me?"

J smirked. "David used to do the same thing." He shook his head, "Sometimes, he would spend days at a time sitting on a hill."

She nodded, and then took the letter and opened it. Tori began to read it. Her eyes read over the handwritten font, and her eyes paused as she went over the smudged lettering, only picturing her recent deceased father writing out the said words.

When she finished, she looked up at the tall agent, "So he knew about this?"

J sighed. He took a seat beside her. "David… your dad… he was one of the few that got away."

She looked at him, confused. "Got away?"

He looked at Tori and knew that if anyone in David's family had the gene, it was her. In return for allowing David to the outside world with this knowledge, he had to let his supervisors know through MRI scans that the immune gene would be known about, and helping the Men in Black keep their secrets in the dark.

"Y'see, Tori… Your father… he had this rare gene. A gene that kept him immune…" He went into his pocket and pulled out a silver rod. He showed it to her. "This is a neutralizer. It wipes peoples' memories, keeping them in the dark. Not having to worry them about the truth out there. And your father, he had this gene. It allowed him to keep his memories un-nueurolizerable. Like… y'know those people who can't forget…"

Tori shook her head.

"Well, there's a disease. Called hyperthymestic syndrome. It's when a person can't forget. They can pick any date in their life and remember it as if was yesterday." When he saw the clueless look on her face, he clarified. "Basically, the gene is an advanced form of this. A neurolizer is the one thing that can erase their memory. But with your gene, you and your father couldn't be neurolized. So… that's why I'm so open with this. I can't get you to forget, and seeing as your father knew the truth, you'd be a likely candidate."

"A candidate for what?"

He smiled, "A candidate for the men in black."


Ok, well, this is a new fic from me. And its something that's been itching to get out since just before I saw MIB 3. I tried coming up with an idea, and I think this is it. And yes, I know this is short, but it is also a prologue. Chapter 1 will be much longer. Hope you all liked it. And please, if you can, review. I'd appreciate.

Thank you all. I hope you like it.