Nobody Lives Forever
Title: Nobody Lives Forever
Date posted: 07-12-07
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ!
Spoilers: Preseries.
Notes: (1) I am kind of evil writing this. (2) This was in no small part inspired by dollsome's Zombie fics. (3) also, it's for alias500's rewind challenge. (Miami Vice titles.) (4) It's insane. Completely.
"I think Heaven is like a bar," Will said as he sipped his third beer. Beers brought out contemplation in him.
"Seriously? I think it's more like... like, you know. A big mall." Francie sipped her own beer with a smile. "Definitely not a bar. Definitely not a bar that you would like."
"I don't think I believe in Heaven. Take that," Syd countered, polishing off her bottle and putting it on the counter firmly. Danny's bottle is next to hers, and his arm is wrapped around her waist. He's had two beers himself.
"I think Heaven is whatever you make it," he says, nuzzling Syd's neck to make her laugh, and Will tosses a handful of chips in his direction.
"Quit that. We're having a serious discussion."
"If this was serious, there'd be some mention of God. I have yet to hear him mentioned."
Will swallows as he thinks. "God is the bartender.
"It must be a really big bar," Francie said. "I wish this was a daiquiri."
"Oh, so do I. A daiquiri would be good," Syd agrees. "Why are we talking about the afterlife?"
"Because I spent the day in obits. That's why I'm drinking, too. There's no need for you to be drinking."
Francie clinks her bottle to his, "It's solidarity. Three people yelled at me for kitchen mistakes."
Danny picks at the label, "Four patients came within minutes of death."
They look to Sydney to see if she can top it. "I... sat in on a really boring meeting?"
The three exchange looks, and Will takes away the beer she has just opened. "You do not deserve this."
She takes it back. "It was a really boring meeting, and tomorrow I have to go to Dallas for another boring meeting, only this one'll be longer. I deserve my beer."
Will has moved on, though, "Know what song I want played at my funeral?"
"I don't think I like your friends," Danny whispers to Syd, and she giggles. Francie spears a cheese cube and eats it, asking around cheddar, "What song, Will?"
"Don McLean's 'American Pie.' No lie. I want it."
"You only want it because it's the only song you know all the way through," Syd points out.
"It's eight and a half minutes long!"
Francie offers Danny a Dorito seriously. "They made it their mission in life to learn all the words sophmore year. It was so pathetic."
"It was a very productive use of our time," Will insists, and Syd nods. "Absolutely. No one knows all the words. We do."
"And I want it played at my funeral. Do not let Sydney sing it."
"Hey, wait, why are you dying first?" Francie asks, putting her beer down and looking alarmed.
"Being a reporter is a risky job," he says seriously, and Sydney chokes down her swallow. Will ignores her. "So, no one lets Sydney sing, and Francie, you can press play."
"What about me?" Danny asks, "Surely I have a function other than making sure Sydney stays quiet."
"I hate you both." Sydney says primly, and Will speaks over her. "You can be a pallbearer."
"Oh, that's fine," Danny says, pleased. "What about you, darling, do you want a song played at your funeral?"
Sydney makes a face at him. "No. I want no music played at my funeral."
"Me neither!" Francie declares loyally. "It's a sombre time. No music."
"I wouldn't mind some music," Danny says. "The Beatles, maybe."
Will nods appreciatively. "How about 'Hey Jude'? We can naaaah-naaaah you into eternity."
"My middle name is Jude!" Danny announces happily, clapping Will on the arm. "An excellent choice."
"This is such a disturbing conversation," Sydney says, shaking her head. "I don't like it at all."
Will looks guilty. "Aw, Syd. Do you want to sing 'American Pie'?"
"Now?"
"... I meant at my funeral, but sure, now."
Sydney chews on a carrot stick and shakes her head. "I think Heaven- if there is one, involves a big waiting room. And an elevator."
Danny squeezes her. "A waiting room?"
"Yes. With music. But good music, like, by the original artist."
"I think Heaven's elevator has muzak, and it plays 'The Girl from Ipanema.'" Will nods. "A lot."
"What kind of music, Syd?" Francie wants to know. "Like, Light Rock or something?"
"Good stuff," Syd insists. "Like 'Wonderwall.'"
As Francie nods approvingly, both the boys scoff loudly. "'Wonderwall.'" Danny says disdainfully.
"Wondersuck," Will says before pausing. "That sounded much more mature in my head."
"Ignore them," Francie instructs, and Syd nods.
"Elton John. Definitely Elton."
"And Duran Duran. Because if there is no Duran Duran, I don't want to go to Heaven."
Will looks at Danny sadly. "Their Heaven sounds really lame."
"I refuse to go to a Heaven without the Beatles," Danny adds, and Sydney looks at him shocked.
"There is no Heaven without the Beatles."
"Or Billy Joel." Will says.
"Or Billy Joel." Sydney agrees.
"And I demand that Dusty Springfield music is there, if only for 'Son of a Preacher Man.'"
"I suggest you keep that in this circle," Francie says, "or else you might lose your street cred."
"And where would you be without that?" Sydney asks.
"Shut up. We all love story songs."
"We all have strangely similar music taste. Except for for Wonderwall." Danny comments, and Syd says easily, "It's because we're obsessed with one another," and Francie nods as she grabs Sydney's hands to show her obsession level.
Will looks at the bowl of marshmallows. "Does anyone know what marshmallows are made of?"
"Sugar, right?" Syd says, looking away from Francie, with whom she had been exchanging extravagant declarations of devotion.
"Yes, but sugar and what?"
"Look it up on the internet."
Danny looks confused. "How did we get to marshmallows from Heaven?"
Will is going to Syd's laptop, and Syd shakes her head sadly. "Oh, Danny. You need to learn to keep up."
Date posted: 07-12-07
Fandom: Alias
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ!
Spoilers: Preseries.
Notes: (1) I am kind of evil writing this. (2) This was in no small part inspired by dollsome's Zombie fics. (3) also, it's for alias500's rewind challenge. (Miami Vice titles.) (4) It's insane. Completely.
"I think Heaven is like a bar," Will said as he sipped his third beer. Beers brought out contemplation in him.
"Seriously? I think it's more like... like, you know. A big mall." Francie sipped her own beer with a smile. "Definitely not a bar. Definitely not a bar that you would like."
"I don't think I believe in Heaven. Take that," Syd countered, polishing off her bottle and putting it on the counter firmly. Danny's bottle is next to hers, and his arm is wrapped around her waist. He's had two beers himself.
"I think Heaven is whatever you make it," he says, nuzzling Syd's neck to make her laugh, and Will tosses a handful of chips in his direction.
"Quit that. We're having a serious discussion."
"If this was serious, there'd be some mention of God. I have yet to hear him mentioned."
Will swallows as he thinks. "God is the bartender.
"It must be a really big bar," Francie said. "I wish this was a daiquiri."
"Oh, so do I. A daiquiri would be good," Syd agrees. "Why are we talking about the afterlife?"
"Because I spent the day in obits. That's why I'm drinking, too. There's no need for you to be drinking."
Francie clinks her bottle to his, "It's solidarity. Three people yelled at me for kitchen mistakes."
Danny picks at the label, "Four patients came within minutes of death."
They look to Sydney to see if she can top it. "I... sat in on a really boring meeting?"
The three exchange looks, and Will takes away the beer she has just opened. "You do not deserve this."
She takes it back. "It was a really boring meeting, and tomorrow I have to go to Dallas for another boring meeting, only this one'll be longer. I deserve my beer."
Will has moved on, though, "Know what song I want played at my funeral?"
"I don't think I like your friends," Danny whispers to Syd, and she giggles. Francie spears a cheese cube and eats it, asking around cheddar, "What song, Will?"
"Don McLean's 'American Pie.' No lie. I want it."
"You only want it because it's the only song you know all the way through," Syd points out.
"It's eight and a half minutes long!"
Francie offers Danny a Dorito seriously. "They made it their mission in life to learn all the words sophmore year. It was so pathetic."
"It was a very productive use of our time," Will insists, and Syd nods. "Absolutely. No one knows all the words. We do."
"And I want it played at my funeral. Do not let Sydney sing it."
"Hey, wait, why are you dying first?" Francie asks, putting her beer down and looking alarmed.
"Being a reporter is a risky job," he says seriously, and Sydney chokes down her swallow. Will ignores her. "So, no one lets Sydney sing, and Francie, you can press play."
"What about me?" Danny asks, "Surely I have a function other than making sure Sydney stays quiet."
"I hate you both." Sydney says primly, and Will speaks over her. "You can be a pallbearer."
"Oh, that's fine," Danny says, pleased. "What about you, darling, do you want a song played at your funeral?"
Sydney makes a face at him. "No. I want no music played at my funeral."
"Me neither!" Francie declares loyally. "It's a sombre time. No music."
"I wouldn't mind some music," Danny says. "The Beatles, maybe."
Will nods appreciatively. "How about 'Hey Jude'? We can naaaah-naaaah you into eternity."
"My middle name is Jude!" Danny announces happily, clapping Will on the arm. "An excellent choice."
"This is such a disturbing conversation," Sydney says, shaking her head. "I don't like it at all."
Will looks guilty. "Aw, Syd. Do you want to sing 'American Pie'?"
"Now?"
"... I meant at my funeral, but sure, now."
Sydney chews on a carrot stick and shakes her head. "I think Heaven- if there is one, involves a big waiting room. And an elevator."
Danny squeezes her. "A waiting room?"
"Yes. With music. But good music, like, by the original artist."
"I think Heaven's elevator has muzak, and it plays 'The Girl from Ipanema.'" Will nods. "A lot."
"What kind of music, Syd?" Francie wants to know. "Like, Light Rock or something?"
"Good stuff," Syd insists. "Like 'Wonderwall.'"
As Francie nods approvingly, both the boys scoff loudly. "'Wonderwall.'" Danny says disdainfully.
"Wondersuck," Will says before pausing. "That sounded much more mature in my head."
"Ignore them," Francie instructs, and Syd nods.
"Elton John. Definitely Elton."
"And Duran Duran. Because if there is no Duran Duran, I don't want to go to Heaven."
Will looks at Danny sadly. "Their Heaven sounds really lame."
"I refuse to go to a Heaven without the Beatles," Danny adds, and Sydney looks at him shocked.
"There is no Heaven without the Beatles."
"Or Billy Joel." Will says.
"Or Billy Joel." Sydney agrees.
"And I demand that Dusty Springfield music is there, if only for 'Son of a Preacher Man.'"
"I suggest you keep that in this circle," Francie says, "or else you might lose your street cred."
"And where would you be without that?" Sydney asks.
"Shut up. We all love story songs."
"We all have strangely similar music taste. Except for for Wonderwall." Danny comments, and Syd says easily, "It's because we're obsessed with one another," and Francie nods as she grabs Sydney's hands to show her obsession level.
Will looks at the bowl of marshmallows. "Does anyone know what marshmallows are made of?"
"Sugar, right?" Syd says, looking away from Francie, with whom she had been exchanging extravagant declarations of devotion.
"Yes, but sugar and what?"
"Look it up on the internet."
Danny looks confused. "How did we get to marshmallows from Heaven?"
Will is going to Syd's laptop, and Syd shakes her head sadly. "Oh, Danny. You need to learn to keep up."