A*L*I*A*S
By Tiara Moss
A Word For The Reader: This story was born out of sheer exhaustion and I hope that you like it. It takes the characters of the show Alias and mingles them with the characters of the show M*A*S*H.
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Plot
An odd twist of fate causes Sydney, Vaughn, and Jack to travel back in time to the 4077th M*A*S*H.
And Now A Word For The People Who Hold The Copyrights To These Shows And Characters: I make no claims whatsoever that these characters and shows are mine. I know they are not. The plot is from my own head but most of the rest is copyrighted to someone else and that person is not me or even anyone that I know. Please don't sue. I'm 16 and have no job yet, so you wouldn't get much out of me.
And now, on with the story…
1.1 Chapter One
2 Los Angeles, 2002
Sydney Bristow walked into Credit Dauphine that Saturday morning feeling nothing out of the ordinary. It was raining heavily but other then that, nothing seemed as it shouldn't. She went about her usual morning routine, had a meeting with Sloane and went to visit her father to get the latest information on Emily's fate. She and Dixon met with Marshall about the tech they would need for their next mission, which would take them to Korea in two hours time. Then she went straight home and packed her bags. Little did she know that in a few hours this ordinary day would become quite extraordinary indeed.
3 Korea, 1952
Hawkeye Pierce rubbed his eyes wearily as he walked out of the O.R. and straight into Corporal Maxwell Q. Klinger. He had been running into the hospital at light speed.
"At ease, Corporal." Hawkeye told him yawning. He walked over to where he was keeping his clothes and started to change out of his scrubs.
"No time. I gotta show this to Potter!" For the first time, Captain Pierce realized that his dress-wearing comrade was carrying a box.
"What's in the box, Klinger?" He asked, still tired, but with piqued interest.
"Can't tell you. It's a surprise." He started to hurry off again.
"Klinger!"
Klinger stopped at the door.
"Klinger, this is war. The only surprises here are the ones that we find when we cut open some kid soldier's body and we see that he's got bullets from his neck to his toes. Or the ones that come in the shape of friendly Korean gunfire." He laced up his boots and stood up. "There are no surprises here that I'd like to get, so show me what's in that damn box or I'll give you a surprise in the form of my fist!"
Klinger knew not to mess with Captain Pierce when he was running on about three hours of sleep so he finally gave in, setting the box on a bench in front of the laundry bin. He opened the flaps and the pair peered in. Inside was a strange looking apparatus that Hawkeye assumed was a clock.
Klinger pulled the object out of the box. "This was sent to me by my mother. It's an old clock that has been passed down from generation to generation. It's been sought after by many a government in its time. It's supposedly some sort of important ancient artifact, but my family doesn't believe that sort of thing. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam does and he's sent the CIA to find it for him. Mother sent it to me to keep it safe from greedy hands."
"Klinger, is this another one of your pathetic attempts to get a section 8?" Hawkeye took the clock in his hands and turned it over. "Because if it is, I don't think it's going to work."
"No, seriously."
Hawkeye waved his hand. "It doesn't matter." He started to leave. "Show your ancient artifact to Potter, just as long as you let me sleep." And he was gone.
He walked to The Swamp and lay down in bed, hoping that no one else would get shot for at least another 24 hours.
4 Korea, 2002
Sydney and Dixon ran down the hallway of Korea International, the largest bank in South Korea, shooting behind them as they went. Five men fell dead: one was American, one Russian, one Korean, and two were British. Sydney held a clock in her hands, another clock believed to be a Rambaldi artifact, one that might lead Sydney to her mother. She carefully put it in her backpack along with the black curly wig she was wearing and the two of them ran out the back door into a waiting van.
5 Korea, 1952
"Corporal Maxwell Q. Klinger, sir." He stomped his foot and saluted to Colonel Sherman T. Potter. It was a funny gesture for someone in a red and white evening gown and it took all Potter could do to keep from laughing. "Permission to show you something important, Colonel?"
This ought to be good, Potter thought. "Permission granted."
Again he pulled out the family heirloom that his mother had sent him for safekeeping. He passed it over to the Colonel and then ran around to a spot behind Potter's shoulder. "I need to ask you to put this in your footlocker, Colonel."
"What in tar nation is this?"
And Klinger began to explain.
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By Tiara Moss
A Word For The Reader: This story was born out of sheer exhaustion and I hope that you like it. It takes the characters of the show Alias and mingles them with the characters of the show M*A*S*H.
1
Plot
An odd twist of fate causes Sydney, Vaughn, and Jack to travel back in time to the 4077th M*A*S*H.
And Now A Word For The People Who Hold The Copyrights To These Shows And Characters: I make no claims whatsoever that these characters and shows are mine. I know they are not. The plot is from my own head but most of the rest is copyrighted to someone else and that person is not me or even anyone that I know. Please don't sue. I'm 16 and have no job yet, so you wouldn't get much out of me.
And now, on with the story…
1.1 Chapter One
2 Los Angeles, 2002
Sydney Bristow walked into Credit Dauphine that Saturday morning feeling nothing out of the ordinary. It was raining heavily but other then that, nothing seemed as it shouldn't. She went about her usual morning routine, had a meeting with Sloane and went to visit her father to get the latest information on Emily's fate. She and Dixon met with Marshall about the tech they would need for their next mission, which would take them to Korea in two hours time. Then she went straight home and packed her bags. Little did she know that in a few hours this ordinary day would become quite extraordinary indeed.
3 Korea, 1952
Hawkeye Pierce rubbed his eyes wearily as he walked out of the O.R. and straight into Corporal Maxwell Q. Klinger. He had been running into the hospital at light speed.
"At ease, Corporal." Hawkeye told him yawning. He walked over to where he was keeping his clothes and started to change out of his scrubs.
"No time. I gotta show this to Potter!" For the first time, Captain Pierce realized that his dress-wearing comrade was carrying a box.
"What's in the box, Klinger?" He asked, still tired, but with piqued interest.
"Can't tell you. It's a surprise." He started to hurry off again.
"Klinger!"
Klinger stopped at the door.
"Klinger, this is war. The only surprises here are the ones that we find when we cut open some kid soldier's body and we see that he's got bullets from his neck to his toes. Or the ones that come in the shape of friendly Korean gunfire." He laced up his boots and stood up. "There are no surprises here that I'd like to get, so show me what's in that damn box or I'll give you a surprise in the form of my fist!"
Klinger knew not to mess with Captain Pierce when he was running on about three hours of sleep so he finally gave in, setting the box on a bench in front of the laundry bin. He opened the flaps and the pair peered in. Inside was a strange looking apparatus that Hawkeye assumed was a clock.
Klinger pulled the object out of the box. "This was sent to me by my mother. It's an old clock that has been passed down from generation to generation. It's been sought after by many a government in its time. It's supposedly some sort of important ancient artifact, but my family doesn't believe that sort of thing. Unfortunately, Uncle Sam does and he's sent the CIA to find it for him. Mother sent it to me to keep it safe from greedy hands."
"Klinger, is this another one of your pathetic attempts to get a section 8?" Hawkeye took the clock in his hands and turned it over. "Because if it is, I don't think it's going to work."
"No, seriously."
Hawkeye waved his hand. "It doesn't matter." He started to leave. "Show your ancient artifact to Potter, just as long as you let me sleep." And he was gone.
He walked to The Swamp and lay down in bed, hoping that no one else would get shot for at least another 24 hours.
4 Korea, 2002
Sydney and Dixon ran down the hallway of Korea International, the largest bank in South Korea, shooting behind them as they went. Five men fell dead: one was American, one Russian, one Korean, and two were British. Sydney held a clock in her hands, another clock believed to be a Rambaldi artifact, one that might lead Sydney to her mother. She carefully put it in her backpack along with the black curly wig she was wearing and the two of them ran out the back door into a waiting van.
5 Korea, 1952
"Corporal Maxwell Q. Klinger, sir." He stomped his foot and saluted to Colonel Sherman T. Potter. It was a funny gesture for someone in a red and white evening gown and it took all Potter could do to keep from laughing. "Permission to show you something important, Colonel?"
This ought to be good, Potter thought. "Permission granted."
Again he pulled out the family heirloom that his mother had sent him for safekeeping. He passed it over to the Colonel and then ran around to a spot behind Potter's shoulder. "I need to ask you to put this in your footlocker, Colonel."
"What in tar nation is this?"
And Klinger began to explain.
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5.2
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5.4
5.5
5.6