Trained to Kill
Sydney went to Wittenberg to find out the truth. What she found there, though, was that her training as a child had a permanent effect. She forgot two years for a reason. Now, she must work with someone she loves. But she also has to work with someone new. His name is Jason Bourne. S/V romance. PG-13 for some language.
AN: This is set after the season 3 finale, so any spoilers for that are fair game. Yes, this is a Bourne Identity/Supremacy and Alias crossover. I thought it up while having a goofy conversation with a fellow Alias fan. There will be spoilers for both movies in here as well. I'm not actually sure where I'm going to go with this, but I have an instinct about this (Ah, Alias quotes). So please R&R!
Prologue
Treadstone. Sounds like a kind of tire, doesn't it? There's Bridgestone and Firestone. You'd think it was a tire. But, no. It's a secret branch of the CIA that is now just a distant memory. Or so they would want you to think. The truth is out there. I am supposed to be the last Treadstone agent. I'm supposed to be the only one who has to live through this hell. Why? Because I've killed the rest of them. Except there are more. They were made this way by another "project" of the CIA. One I just found out I was enlisted in as a child. One over a hundred kids were subjected to. Another project that sounds like something else. Project Christmas.
I am David Webb. Or I was. Now I am Jason Bourne. I am a next generation weapon. A deadly one. I went back home to find my past. And I found it all right. My family has been dead for years. They died in a car crash. But they still had a house. Apparently it didn't get sold because, before I lost my memory, I lived there in between some missions.
I learned everything at that house. I found a letter framed in my old room. It was from when I was about six. I was asked to participate in an achievement program for the gifted. On my desk were papers covered in drawings. They were very sloppy, but I had drawn a tower. But as I looked, I saw lines drawn. It was a puzzle. I had written two words next to it. "Project: Christmas" Another drawing had a disassembled gun. It, too, had "Project: Christmas" written next to it. That night I began to have flashbacks. I was putting a gun together, and putting the pieces of the tower on top of each other. It was training. I was trained as a child to be a spy. And though I'm sure there was an extensive amount of brainwashing, the memories were coming back.
I used any resources I could, legal or otherwise, to find out about this project. After hacking into a few databases I found the info I needed. The project had been created in Los Angeles. So that's where I'm headed now. To L.A. to find whoever made this. I know there are others. There could be other kids in danger. There could be sleeper agents out there. And there are answers out there. I'm going to find them.
