A/N 1: This is a very AU story containing elements of SCIFI and takes place after season 1. Events of season 2 and later may be used but may or may not happen in the order they did on the show. It is a slight cross over story merging the elements of Star Trek Voyager and Chuck. There are Characters from Star Trek Voyager in this story; however the STV universe is based on the universe used in the story "Princess" by H.W. and not the actual show. The STV universe gets explained as the story moves forward. Don't expect to see many of the STV characters in this story; they will be mostly in the first couple of chapters as they are needed for the story development. There will be mention of same sex relationships but no detailed sex scenes. There will also be some adult language in the story but not an excessive amount. My goal is to provide you the reader with some fluff, drama, suspense, action and comedy all wrapped up in one package. Normal disclaimers apply.
A very good author DaX wrote, "In a Universe as vast as ours, the possibilities are limitless" that applies to this story.
A/N 2: any conversations between Gabriel and Sirella in Italics are spoken in Klingon
AN3: Just to lay it on the line from the start. This story involves people coming back in time from the future. Sirella, is a full Klingon, which means she is about 50% stronger than a human, and faster. Gabriel is a Borg drone that was severed from the collective like 7 of 9. He still has implants that make him stronger and faster than any human. That's why in the fights scenes they seem so good. Also note the fights are vividly described and violent. So if this will bother you please stay away. Thanks!
11 Sept, 2008 0730 Ft Meade Md.
General Beckman, though diminutive in size, carried herself in such a way she appeared much teller and menacing than her actual size would lead one to believe. She was mulling over in her mind the briefing she planned to give to Team Bartowski after learning about the demise of Langston Graham. She was now in sole control of the Intersect project and its team. Entering her office, she made her way to the coffee pot for her daily dose of caffeine. She started to pour her herself a cup when she heard a voice as cold as ice,
"General sit down and say nothing". It was by far the iciest voice she ever heard—it sent a cold shiver up her spine. Startled, she dropped her cup to the floor and whirled around to look at the intruder that had entered her office. She froze. Standing before her was a man who appeared to be no older than his early twenties. His eyes seemed to bore right through her and look deep into her soul.
"I said sit down," The man reminded her, cocking his head to the right, motioning to a chair, "I mean now, General, not when it suits you."
The command in his voice sent her back to the days she spent at West Point, reminding her of her days as a Plebe. Knowing she could not win this argument, she sat down behind her desk.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she demanded.
"My name is Gabriel; I sometimes go by Wraith or Specter as well," Gabriel explained. "In a nut shell the reason I am here is to save your worlds sorry asses. There are plans in motion that are beyond your ability to handle at this point in time. A group of rogue agents that is not yet known to you or any of the three letter agencies is planning something beyond your darkest fears or imaginations."
"Well Gabriel, by all means explain it to me," She insisted and offered him a place to sit.
"Have your aide cancel your appointments for today if you want your answers. This is going to take a bit longer than one of your normal briefings."
She complied with his command and informed her aide, but she was stunned by the way the words were spoken to her. She was also still wondering how he got in and why he was here. She was going to get some answers one way or another,
"Gabriel, how did you get in here?" her voice stronger than before as her confidence started to come back.
"That General, is none of your concern," he replied, the coldness never leaving his voice. "Your number one concern should be the welfare of Chuck Bartowski and the rest of his team. We have been tracking his activities for a while now and I can assure you that if my people can follow him as easily as we did, so can your enemies and mine. The Intersect's missions aren't clean enough; your team leaves too many traces for people to follow General. "
For the first time in many years, unguarded fear ran through the General's veins. Someone she had no idea who he was or worked for knew about her best weapon against Fulcrum, not only that they appeared to know everything. The color had now drained from her face and her shoulders slumped.
Gabriel gave a little chuckle at the Generals expression, "General there are a few things you should know about me and my team. There is nothing to fear from me or my team. If I wanted them dead they would have been dead by now, if I wanted to capture them, I would have captured them long ago. No General what I want is to work with them. We want to be integrated into their team. But when we do join their team, we do it my way, Understand?"
"It seems like you have me at a disadvantage," Beckman sighed. "Now that the small talk is out of the way let's go over your plan."
Later that day at Gabriel's headquarters east coast side of the US
"That egotistical bitch is out of her ever loving mind!" Gabriel was now on a tirade, "for some Kahless be damned reason she argued with me! It took every last bit of my will power to not reach over and snap her pitiful neck." He was going to continue, but he felt the strong arms of his wife engulf him from behind and a low throaty growl, it was almost a purr came from her.
"Thanks Sirella, I needed that," he smiled as he spun around to give her a kiss. "Anyway, the plan has been set in motion. Within a few days the intersect team will have its new marching orders. They have a routine op scheduled for Saturday the 20th; they will be attending some kind of party involving businessmen and local politicians that are funding Fulcrum."
"We will need to monitor them during their mission and make contact after it is over," Gabriel continued to explain. "That was one thing the General insisted on when I told her about the severity of the situation. She also asked us to intervene if the mission goes pear shaped and they need help. We can just transport over there the night before and stay at a hotel near the party. Then we will bring them here and explain to them exactly what is going on. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a plan to me," Sirella answered.
"Gabriel," a call came in over his com link, "we just got some new intel from the General's briefing to her team. The party they will be attending tomorrow is going to be a sci-fi based costume party. It appears he is a huge science fiction fan, as well as an avid gamer." His team leader informed him.
"Hack into his systems, get me all the information you can on the games he plays and what DVD's he usually buys. I need it in fifteen minutes." He commanded, not bothering to see if his orders would be carried out. His team may be the best in the collective but he was the deadliest. They knew if they failed to follow orders there would be no second chance.
"Well it seems or mark is a hard core SCIFI nut," Gabriel commented. "looks like we will need to dress up for the occasion."
"Good, I'll get our battle armor ready," answered his wife.
"As much as I'd like that, it would be too much. We will need something more from this era than ours."
Minutes later there was a knock on his door. The team lead had arrived with more information to pass on. The team lead began, "His most downloaded videos are a discontinued MTV animated show called Aeon Flux. There is also a movie by the same name as well as a video game. His favorite TV shows are Battlestar Galactica and Dr. Who. We downloaded all the pictures he has on his computer and put them on this padd," and handed the padd to Gabriel.
"Efficient," Gabriel said and motioned for the lead to leave the room. Once the man left he headed to his bedroom. Upon entering, he found his wife standing in front of the mirror looking at herself and rubbing her forehead. His demeanor instantly shifted from the controlled cold blooded operative to loving and devoted husband. Few beings ever saw him like this. Besides his wife, only the Queen, Princess and their small group of friends ever saw anything but the operative side of him.
"Sirella what's wrong?"
"You want to know what's wrong?" she snapped.
Having been married to her for so long he knew her Klingon temper was on the loose. She usually blew a fuse every couple of days so he learned to adapt to this behavior.
"It's not bad enough they lightened my skin, gave me straight hair," She continued. "Did they stop there? No! They took away my ridges! I mean what the hell! They got all these freaks here with metal sticking out all over. Look at this picture, some idiot had metal spikes screwed into is skull! And they worried about my RIDGES!"
He let her tirade continue on for a couple of minutes before walking over to her engulfing her in his arms. She instantly calmed down and relaxed into his arms. Knowing his wife was now calm enough to talk to he began, "Review this padd and decide who you want to go as."
Minutes later her face lit up. "Aeon! That's who I will be gong as. You know us Klingon's- not modest in the least. Besides now that I have this human construct of a body I might as well use it. Who are you going as?
"I was planning on something a little less revealing, Neo from The Matrix."
"Mmm, very good choice, you know how much I like you in leather. We may never make it to the party!"
"It is highly possible," he mused, "Let's head to the holodeck and engage some Hirogen hunters with mêlée weapons and get some practice in. You must be going crazy using these antiquated weapons let alone not being able to use your bat'leth! I know I am. After we kill off a few dozen Hirogen we'll go to the dojo and spar for a little while."
"You're right about that," Sirella purred as she guided him towards the couch and sidled on to his lap "and you know how I get after a good sparring session. I just want to…mmmm" he silenced her with a toe curling kiss.
Breaking away after a minutes of satisfying indulgence, he said, "Let's go, then we can head to California. When I lived here before I never wanted to go out west, to many idiots lived there. Now I have to go. Oh well, what are we going to do?"
Sirella was growling loudly now, a far cry from the soft purrs of earlier, "Make love to you. At least that's what I am going to do!"
"That is not what I meant," he said. He could see the tell tale signs of arousal in his wife's eyes. Since there was only one thing he could do, he picked up his wife he headed to the bed to practice something much more enjoyable first.
16 September, 2008
Sarah, Chuck and Casey sat in the briefing room waiting for Beckman so that the meeting could start. After several minutes of exchanging idle chatter, the display turned on and Beckman began.
"Team," She began, "On Saturday, Tony Jones, a man suspected of funding Fulcrum is having a party at his yacht club. Many high ranking public officials will be in attendance. Chuck and Sarah, you two will attend the party as guests of Mr. Sinclair, one of local politicians that received a large donation from Mr. Carmichael."
She continued, "This is an intel gathering mission only. You are not to attempt to apprehend anyone. Chuck, you will see if you can flash on anybody there and if you do, you will relay the information to Casey who will be in the van monitoring. People, this is a very important mission; we think Jones may be funneling some of his money to Trans World Shipping. This mission will be the beginning of your deepest cover assignment yet. We will meet again in a couple days to discuss the entirety of the mission, but as of right now, just begin to make friends with these people and get contact information. Now for the critical part: under no circumstances are you to take weapons to the party. There will be to many metal detectors around and we can't take that risk."
WHAT? Sarah screamed in her head. She must have gone round the bend! Maybe I could just bring my knives…
"Not even your knives, Agent Walker," Beckman added
Is she reading my mind? Sarah wondered, but said aloud, "Yes, Ma'am."
"If anything happens, follow the crowd no matter how much it deviates from your training. Run, scream, panic, I don"t give a damn, just do nothing that might give you away."
Well, I got the panic part down pat, Chuck mused.
"I don't care what you do, just look normal. We will have a team in place just in case anything goes wrong. Any questions so far?"
"Yes Ma'am, is this a black tie affair, or casual dress?" asked Chuck.
"Actually, Agent Bartowski, Mr. Jones has just returned from a sci-fi convention and decided he wanted to do a costume party. He is an avid gamer and sci-fi nut so it should be to your liking."
Sarah looked over at Chuck and was treated to the biggest grin she had ever seen. "Do not get any ideas Chuck. I am NOT going as Princess Leia!" she quipped, earning a frown from Chuck and a grunt from Casey.
"One last thing before I conclude this briefing. Your cover ID's and wedding rings will be delivered this afternoon and the costume shop has been notified that you will be coming in to order your costumes. They can get whatever you need shipped overnight so you will have them in time for the party. Beckman out," and she cut her feed.
"Well I for one don't like this one bit," began Sarah. "Going on a mission with no weapons makes no sense to me at all."
"You heard the General," began Casey, "she said there would be a team in place ready to assist if needed."
"The only thing left is for us to go to the shop and pick out our costumes," added Chuck. "this should be fun."
20 September, 2008
A white stretch limo pulled up outside the yacht club where the party was being held and waited for the valet to wave them forward. Once parked near the entrance the driver got out and went to open the door. Chuck exited the limo first, dressed in his Hans Solo costume. Sarah was next wearing a spaghetti strap red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and a pair of wide yellow sunglasses finished off the ensemble; she was the spitting image of Number Six from Battlestar Galactica.
Chuck and Sarah walked hand in hand into the party. Once inside they were amazed at the wide range of costumes; almost every genre of sci-fi movie had at least one representative present. Chuck had a few flashes on some minor drug runners, which Casey reported in to the DEA. Other than those few men there was no one of much importance at the party.
They needed to begin establishing their cover so they searched out Mr. Jones. They found him seated at the bar chatting with his wife and a local businessman. He was dressed as the Terminator, but being small in stature he failed to pull it off. After the introductions were made the small talk began. They spent the next hour or so talking, mostly about video games. Jones was impressed with Chuck's love of both video games and science fiction. Chuck was actually excelling on this mission because it fit in with who he was.
The couples made plans to meet again over dinner later in the week. Jones looked away from his new friends when he heard a murmur coming from across the room and his mouth hung open. His eyes grew to the size of saucers as the new couple approached. Everyone turned to see what had captured his attention. Even Chucks jaw dropped which earned him an elbow to the ribs, he mumbled a quiet "I am sorry"
Striding into the room came Neo. At six feet tall his long legs striding forward caused his long black leather jacket to flow behind him, Black jeans and t-shirt that strained to conceal the muscles that rippled as he moved. His hair, just as black, was slicked back and he was wearing dark shades. Beside him was a woman five feet ten, with long jet black hair that reached almost to her butt. Her dark brown eyes were glinting with mischief as she looked around the room, like a hunter searching for its prey. She was garbed in a black leather half jacket with a high collar leaving her finely toned midriff bare. The gloves she wore appeared to be sewn into the sleeves of her jacket. Her boy shorts (if you could call them that), were barely keeping her unmentionables covered. Finally, thigh high black boots finished off her ensemble. The entire outfit appeared to be spray painted on. The man and woman moved together as if they were one entity, both sleek and powerful. When they reached their host Neo introduced himself and his wife.
"Mr. Jones your party is fantastic! I am Gabriel and this lovely lady is my wife Sirella." he said, extending his hand.
"Sirella, did you know that Aeon Flux is my favorite character? You costume is perfect! The woman dressed as Starbuck is my wife Blair, oh, and this lovely couple is Chuck and Sarah Carmichael."
Sarah's spy senses went on high alert. Something about Gabriel was off. All the years of being an agent aided her in picking out the smallest details. His body appeared calm and collected but his eyes told a different story. They were cold and calculating, not fitting in with his friendly and relaxed air. His wife was no different than he was. Though offering a comforting smile, Sarah could see the muscles in both of them tensed and ready to uncoil, like a panther before it strikes. Both had a predatory air about them.
Chuck, seeing Sarah go into extreme agent mode spoke out, "If they gave out a prize for the best costume, you two would win hands down"
"Thank you Mr. Carmichael. Yours' is not too bad either and your wife's is exquisite" answered Sirella.
"But umm, aren't you cold?" stammered Chuck. Despite being with Sarah, beautiful women still caused Chuck to get foot in mouth disease.
Sarah rolled her eyes, "I love him but he's still a nerd," she sighed.
Sirella chuckled at the comment and decided to have some fun seeing how flustered Chuck could get. "No Chuck I'm not. In fact, I'm hot, very hot." She purred, literally, her Klingon vocal cords allowing it.
Gabriel just let out a small laugh, "Damn babe you're bad. Poor boy is gonna be ruined before the night is over, that is, if his wife does not kill him. "
Sarah heard it as well, Is she purring? She thought, Damn! That bitch is purring at my Chuck. I'm gonna kill her.
The host and hostess just took it all in, laughed and excused themselves to go mingle. Chuck, noticing the ire in Sarah's eyes decided that discretion was still the better part of valor and moved Sarah away.
After they had moved away from the couple Sarah let loose "She purred at you! I mean really purred. Who does she think she is showing up here looking like that and then flirting with you? And right in front of her husband too!"
Chuck was stunned for a second at Sarah's outburst. Then it dawned on him, she's jealous. Sarah Walker, the great super spy is jealous! For the second time that night, his mouth engaged before consulting his brain. "You're jealous!"
"Damn straight I am!" the words were out before she realized it.
All Chuck could do was smile, pull her in for a hug and whisper "Thank you" in her ear.
"Why are you thanking me?"
"Sarah you know I love you, and now I believe that you are in love with me even if you can't say. When I see you get all jealous and it gives me hope that it could be real. That you and I could be together one day. So thank you" he gently places a kiss on her lips.
Just when I don't think I can love him anymore he says something like that.
"Hey you two, you're making me sick here. Would you mind getting back in the game?" Casey's voice came over the ear wig. "Looks like you're about to get company and they don't look friendly. Remember the plan and act normal," Casey grunted
"How many Casey, and what are they packing?" Sarah asked
"About twenty, but only a few appear to be armed. Keep an eye on your boyfriend, Walker; don't let him do anything stupid"
"No worries Casey, for me panic comes easy!" Chuck replied.
Within seconds, the men had entered the party and were making their way to Jones, pushing people to ground that refused to get out of their way. Several of the men pulled weapons and prepared to start firing.
Chuck's eyes rolled to the back of his head- the tell tale sign of a flash. Sarah, seeing it was more intense than normal, grabbed Chuck and held him as he sank to the floor holding his head. "Casey, I flashed on all of them. They are all Fulcrum, but are not listed as active. They must have splintered off….." He didn't finish. The information overload had caused him to pass out.
Sarah looked up from tending to Chuck and she saw a black streak fly by. What she saw astounded her. Sirella landed in front of them and then leapt at the attacker farthest to her left. Aeon's muscles were tense and pulsing, wound like and over-tightened piano wire ready to snap. Sarah knew that when she did snap, somebody was going to have a bad day. Aeon's right arm flashed out in a move so fast it was almost missed. It passed just outside the man's left ear and the palm turned outward and down latching on to the back of the man's neck, at the same time her left leg flew up and behind his head using her right leg to push off the ground. This got her airborne and heading to the next thug in the row. Her hand squeezed and snapped the man's neck like a twig, his lifeless body hitting the ground. Her legs then wrapped around the next thugs neck, and like a diver doing a full twist she spun her body toward the ground. An audible snap was heard as the second mans neck was turned in a most unusual way, effectively severing the spinal cord and ending his life.
The third attacker decided on a different approach, he charged straight at Aeon, and it was a mistake, the last one he would ever make. He threw a powerful right hand that seemed to be in route to its target. At the last second she tilted her head to the right causing the punch to go wide. Shooting her left hand out; she struck with uncanny accuracy on his sternum. Sarah remembered this hit was known to stop the heart. The sickening sounds of ribs breaking left no doubt in Sarah's mind that the man's sternum was driven into his heart. The fourth and fifth attackers had realized that hand to hand would not work with this killing machine. They started to draw their weapons to take out the threat.
Sirella was now in full battle lust. Thousands of years of warrior heritage were coming through. Through hers eyes everything was turned a shade of red as she was consumed by the battle lust. She had only one option now: kill or be killed. A feral growl erupted and she screamed out something in a language never before heard.
Her Klingon senses now fully awakened saw the threat and acted. Her right leg flew up in a motion similar to that of a punter in football. The top of her foot connected just under the man's chin, the impact shattering the man's jaw bone on impact driving the roof of his mouth into his brain, sending blood and teeth flying. With the grace of a large cat and the reflexes of a mongoose, Sirella moved on to the final attacker. His arm was almost in a position to get a shot off when her left leg came crashing down on his shin. The man howled in pain as his shin was now at a forty five degree angle and both ends were sticking out of the skin. He fell to the floor, no longer able to support his weight on the shattered limb. Her next blow would finish this dance. She threw her right hand out aiming for the temple. On contact the skull caved in and took on a lopsided shape. She headed to the middle of the room where her husband was still engaging targets.
CIA Agent Sarah Walker was stunned. She was one of the best at hand to hand combat and martial arts, and she thought she had seen it all, but she had never witnessed anything like this. This woman scared her. The dance she wove was intricate and smooth with no wasted motion. One move flowed to another with deadly intent. Each strike was launched with precision. She had never seen power like this before. She knew she had hit people hard enough to break a cheek bone or jaw, but never hard enough to crush a skull or snap a leg bone.
Senses still on alert, she heard a noise behind her. Spinning around she saw the faces of two men brandishing Glock 22's. She knew that at their distance she'd never get to them before they got off a shot. She only has one option, protect Chuck. Not because he's the intersect, but because he's the man she loves. She figures it would be worth it, her life for his.