I'm not entirely sure why I'm still writing this, since the Lauren Era has died. Also, last chap in a Note (which nobody ever bothers to read) I was asking if anyone still wants the non-Lauren story since there are hundreds of them. If you do, reply saying so and if they should be Adults or Teens. Also, I was wondering if anyone could give me feedback about a fic I wanted to start. It's set as teens, and it's an Alias/Harry Potter Crossover.
Chapter Four: Eric to the Rescue!
W-POV (Ha, another POV)
A/N: Um…….a few key characters make their appearance, and I'm not sure if I got their 'tudes right. Can I get a tiny piece of feedback on Marshall, Jack, and Weiss's reactions?
I watched as Mike fought with air and lost. If it weren't for the circumstances, it would have been flippin HILARIOUS. Sadly, all it made me feel was sympathetic. As Vaughn fell to the floor, I heard footsteps rushing down the hall. Jack, Marshall, Carrie, and Dixon nearly collided in the door. Just the fact that Jack was here to support Vaughn was mind-boggling on its own, but actually running to his aid? I was beginning to think that Project Helix was involved. Before I could further explore that though, Jack barked,
"What happened?"
"Mikey here's been drinking, and he knocked himself out trying to punch me," as soon as I finished, Marshall started laughing hysterically. Jack and Dixon gave him a glare, while Carrie smacked him upside the head.
"You idiot! What, may I ask, is soooo funny?" Carrie demanded. Marshall rubbed his head while cowering in front of his girlfriend.
"Well...I mean, he tried to punch Weiss and knocked himself out? I mean, that's pretty darn funny, like this one time where I had just one glass of wine..." Marshall stopped when Jack gave him a Bristow Glare,"Uh, I'll shut up now." Jack nodded, as if to say, 'Good idea. You can stay alive now.'
I rubbed my forehead, where a few wrinkles were beginning to appear.
'Holy S, I'm turning into Mike.'
"Jack, you and Dixon take Mike to the hospital. If that trash can over there is any indication of how much alcohol he's had in the past 3 hours, he's gonna need help….and a lot of Advil," even Marshall didn't have the guts to laugh at this one. If Jack and Dixon showed any disgust at having been ordered around by a rookie, they didn't show it, merely nodded and lifted up Mikey. Then I turned to Carrie and Marshall.
"Marshall, can you call Kendall? Mike's gonna need a few weeks off. Also, check Interpol for anything on Sloane. I'll bet Mike's Balls of Steel that he had A.G. Doren Helixed into Francie," Carrie nodded curtly, and then shoved her boyfriend out the door, before walking out briskly herself. When everyone was gone, I sat down on the bed and picked up what had been sitting next to Mike. It looked like a picture frame. I stared at it in confusion, wondering why the heck Mike was staring at a picture of the train station. Then I noticed the scorch marks around the edges. I dropped it like it was still on fire, but quickly caught it before the glass shattered on the floor.
This picture, and the frame it was in, had belonged to Sydney. I stared at it for a few more minutes, then walked over to Mike's closet and grabbed a duffel bag. I grabbed some clothes (Mike owes me a house: I had to touch his underwear), some bathroom crap, and the frame into the bag. Mike would need it.
And that is where we end. I know it's wicked short, but I have a new way of starting areas in the story, and I'm saving it for the next chapter. Just a note: I have begun work on an Alias/HP crossover. It will be S/V, W/N, J/I, H/HR, R/Lu, D/G, so people who dislike these ships can read it, but please no commenting on how 'delusional' I am.
Things Coming UP in TFAAD:
Syd makes an appearance
Lauren makes her entrance
Sark becomes a nuisance
Sloane becomes a help
Luv, Sage