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Title: Jacks of all Trades.
Date posted: 11-19-07
Fandom: Alias/30 Rock
Disclaimer: I own characters in neither show. I just thought this would be cool.
Spoilers: It's pre-series for both.
Notes: For alias500's "crossover" chalenge. Blame Isabella Rossellini. (Also? Forgive me for the lame, lame title.)
"He's a business man in New York," Katya said with disdain as she packed a small satchel. She wouldn't need much while being briefed in Moscow- she would be sent to America by Monday morning.
Curled up in bed, Irina looked very young. "How long will you be gone?"
"It depends," Katya said, grunting as she reached for a sweater in the far corner of the closet they shared, "If he's as gullible as I've been told, I'll only be there for a few months."
Irina misses America, which is something Katya knows but does not acknowledge. She misses her American more, and her children the most. "It's almost Christmas there. They play... insipid carols all the time in the stores."
Katya tosses her sweater into the bag. "Forced cheer. How aggravating."
"Do you know your alias yet?" Irina is thinking of Katya's future life: the new clothes, the crisp new papers and passport, the new life.
"Something Italian- Bianca?” She shrugs and rummages in her bag. “Apparently someone exotic will sweep Mr Jack Donaghy off his feet."
Irina smiles wryly. "A Jack for you as well."
It's an improvement that she can say his name at all. "It sounds a bit perverse, doesn't it?"
“A bit.”
Katya comes up with a file and flicks it open. “But I’ll come home with amusing stories about my life as Bianca Marini, Italian beauty queen.”
“You? A beauty queen?”
“Why do you think I’ve been growing my hair?” It is shoulder length and gleaming. “I haven’t seen his photo yet, but I’m tired of being the less attractive member of a couple.”
Irina smiles indulgently, because Katya knows what she just said has never been the case. “I’m sure you are.” Then, more quietly, “I’ll miss you.”
Katya waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll see you in a few months.”
She first sees Jack Donaghy at the baggage claim in JFK. When he overhears her conversation at an upscale bar- “I haven’t been above seventy-second street in years," her voice full of contempt- he buys her a drink.
Date posted: 11-19-07
Fandom: Alias/30 Rock
Disclaimer: I own characters in neither show. I just thought this would be cool.
Spoilers: It's pre-series for both.
Notes: For alias500's "crossover" chalenge. Blame Isabella Rossellini. (Also? Forgive me for the lame, lame title.)
"He's a business man in New York," Katya said with disdain as she packed a small satchel. She wouldn't need much while being briefed in Moscow- she would be sent to America by Monday morning.
Curled up in bed, Irina looked very young. "How long will you be gone?"
"It depends," Katya said, grunting as she reached for a sweater in the far corner of the closet they shared, "If he's as gullible as I've been told, I'll only be there for a few months."
Irina misses America, which is something Katya knows but does not acknowledge. She misses her American more, and her children the most. "It's almost Christmas there. They play... insipid carols all the time in the stores."
Katya tosses her sweater into the bag. "Forced cheer. How aggravating."
"Do you know your alias yet?" Irina is thinking of Katya's future life: the new clothes, the crisp new papers and passport, the new life.
"Something Italian- Bianca?” She shrugs and rummages in her bag. “Apparently someone exotic will sweep Mr Jack Donaghy off his feet."
Irina smiles wryly. "A Jack for you as well."
It's an improvement that she can say his name at all. "It sounds a bit perverse, doesn't it?"
“A bit.”
Katya comes up with a file and flicks it open. “But I’ll come home with amusing stories about my life as Bianca Marini, Italian beauty queen.”
“You? A beauty queen?”
“Why do you think I’ve been growing my hair?” It is shoulder length and gleaming. “I haven’t seen his photo yet, but I’m tired of being the less attractive member of a couple.”
Irina smiles indulgently, because Katya knows what she just said has never been the case. “I’m sure you are.” Then, more quietly, “I’ll miss you.”
Katya waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll see you in a few months.”
She first sees Jack Donaghy at the baggage claim in JFK. When he overhears her conversation at an upscale bar- “I haven’t been above seventy-second street in years," her voice full of contempt- he buys her a drink.