Daughter of Darkness
Chapter 7: The Phoenix
By Gaz Destiny
Rated: PG-13
Spoiler: Snowman
Disclaimer: the show and its respective characters (except for Claudia and my ingenious plot) were created by J. J. Abrams and are owned by ABC. The Phoenix and the Turtle is a poem from Shakespeare, not me, but if anyone knows where I can find him (alive that is), tell me, he has a meeting with my fist in a few days (I have to read Romeo and Juliet in my English class).
A/N: ok, to make up for missing my deadline, I'm actually going to try and get this chapter out before Monday, how does that sound? Good, I know. Hey guess what, I have this story all planned out, so it shouldn't be that hard to do, but then again, that's what I said about this other story that I'm doing under a different account and I missed my last deadline with an excuse about the final school projects and finals coming up that I'm going through right now. And yes, I was actually reading 'The Antichrist' from Nietzsche, I didn't get to finish it though, cause the library I got it from had to get it from another library and they wanted it back really quickly.
Feedback: (FINALLY!!!) I want to thank my two reviewers, and here are answers to what you had to say…
Firefly: ooh…I'm so glad you decided to read, hmm, did I ever think of including Sark? Yes, yes, I did. Amazingly enough, you've just picked up on one of the major characters that take their time to show up, if you noticed he was indeed in the last chapter, but that was only the beginning of it. Actually the sequel to this will involve him as one of the main characters (I'm very bad I know, planning a sequel already). more scenes with Sydney and Michael, hmm, let me think, ok, just, since he's kinda engaged right now, it'll have to be as friends…when I finish this story off they might have a chance…we'll see how I do this…
Simone: hey…look I'm updating early…
"What is good—everything that increases the feeling of power, the will to power, and power itself, in men. What is evil—everything based in weakness. What is joy—the emotion of power increasing, of a resistance overcome. Not contentedness, but more power!" --Nietzsche (The Antichrist)
"Did you find out anything on Phoenix?" Sydney asked Michael, as she walked into their meeting place in the warehouse.
"Not much, very few people know about her, and fewer have even known she's Phoenix when they see her. She goes by the name Fiona Lawrence, not her real name," he answered. "As far as physical appearances go, she's around six foot, rough estimate, and she has flaming red hair, at least that's what everyone who'll talk says. She always wears sunglasses, even inside, likes to wear black with flame designs. The rare time she actually goes out, she's always clinging to Sark, so far she's only been seen once away from him, and that was to go to the bathroom."
Neither of them could keep from laughing a little at this.
"She has a thing for Shakespeare," he added.
"Friar Lawrence from Romeo and Juliet," Sydney said, instantly picking up on the last name. "And that quote on the back of her card, from 'The Phoenix and the Turtle."
"You got it. She's strictly a computer person, every move she's made has had something to do with a computer, Claudia's disks, several computers whipped clean, she's even hacked into the CIA network," he told her. "Copied several of out files."
"What she copy?" she asked.
"The files on SD-6 and the Alliance, the most important stuff, though, hasn't even been uploaded into the computers, someone broke into the place where these files were held, nothing was taken, but there was a sticker of one of those white drama masks over a security camera and an American Greetings thank-you card on the floor with a mix of lines from Shakespeare," he continued. "The lines were a code. The lines were randomly picked from Macbeth. The numbers of the lines were the numbers of an alliance member's IP address. She's left us a number of other things, clues, little things, all of them helping us get closer to getting the Alliance."
"So she's helping us?" Sydney asked, unsure what exactly to think, an enemy was working as an ally.
"Pretty much, just not working with us," he answered.
~*~
"Hi, sweetie, how was your day?" Michael asked, walking into the kitchen of Claudia's apartment, where she was sitting, staring into space, coffee in hand.
She didn't answer, just kept staring out the window over the sink.
"Claudia," he said again, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.
"Huh? What?" she mumbled, coming back to reality with a sudden pull.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked, concerned with the fact that she did look sick.
"I'm just tired," she answered, trying to brush it off as nothing.
"Come on," he said, helping her out of her chair, noting how light she felt.
"Where?" she asked, her senses suddenly much too in touch with reality, as she let him lead her down the hall to her room.
"You need more sleep," he told her, helping her into bed.
~*~
End A/N: unfortunately I have a report due Monday, so this will have to do till sometime during the week when I'll try and update again.