August Challenge
Author: eviljr
Title: I, Spy Dr. Weir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The August challenge for kill_dr_weir I decided to go with an Alias crossover and is Pre-Atlantis.
There was a light rap at the door. Dr. Elizabeth Weir turned from her lap top. She was sitting at the smooth wooden desk in her hotel room. She had ordered room service but didn’t expect it to arrive so quickly. She rose walking to the door and pulled it open.
A young woman with long brown hair and a smart dark blue dress suit was standing at the threshold. She carried a briefcase in her hand. “Dr. Weir?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Elizabeth confirmed.
The young woman smiled. “My name is Rachel Woodson. I’m head of guest relations for Hotel Renaldo. I wanted to check on the satisfaction of your stay. May I have a few moments of your time?”
Elizabeth eyed her watch. “I suppose a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. Please come in.” Elizabeth stepped back from the door as the woman walked in. “Would you like to sit?” Elizabeth asked indicating the chairs.
“Thank you,” the woman replied. She took a chair across from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had a feeling the woman had surveyed the room quickly as she had entered. As though expecting something to happen.
The woman smiled again reassuring her. Then opened the case and pulled out a folder. “You’ve stayed with us on several occasions. Is this correct?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I don’t live far from here but when I’m in the city I like to stay close when I’m working on an important treaty. I’m sure you know what I do.”
The woman nodded. “Oh yes,” she looked back to her folder. “We appreciate you staying with us.”
Elizabeth could of sworn the woman had glanced to the door with a concerned look but she shook the thought aside. Suddenly a knock at the door brought both of them to look in its direction.
“I ordered some dinner,” Elizabeth advised. She rose going to the door and opened it. A young man with a cart entered.
“Your order mame,” The young man confirmed stopping the cart in the middle of the room.
Elizabeth closed the door and walked over to him. “Do I need to sign something?” She asked.
The young man nodded as she approached him. Without warning he lifted the lid from the plated food and reached inside. His demeanor changed as he pulled out a small hand gun taking aim at Elizabeth. Elizabeth gasped but was knocked to the ground with a grunt. In amazement she watched as the woman named Rachel leaped into the air her legs kicking as she went. One spiked heel contacted the weapon sending it spinning. The man recovered quickly. He reached for the woman who whipped around again as a swift kick struck him square in the chest. He moaned as he flew back contacting the door he slid down to the floor.
The woman sighed as she turned to Elizabeth. “Are you alright?” She asked.
“What is going on?” Elizabeth asked. She pulled herself up looking to the man on the floor.“Who are you really?”
“I will explain when I can Dr. Weir,” the woman replied. The woman then spoke but not to Elizabeth. “Boyscout this is Mountaineer. We’ve been compromised. We need to move the target.” she paused as though waiting for an answer. “Understood,” she replied.
Elizabeth breathed in deep. What was happening. Target? She was a target? Why? “Please tell me what’s going on,” she repeated to the woman.
“I will. Promise. Right now I need to get you out of here. I doubt he was alone.” the woman’s eyes softened. “Please trust me.”
Elizabeth looked to the woman for a moment unsure. “Ok,” she replied. “What do you want me to do?”
The woman retrieved the case she had brought in with her. “Plan B,” she said and opened the case.
Elizabeth looked inside then to the woman. “Ok,” she said.
“Let’s get to work,” the woman said pulling out items from inside.
Twenty minutes later the two women had left the room. They walked to the stairs quietly making their way down to the lobby.
“Where are we going?” Elizabeth asked.
“To the parking lot. There’s a car waiting to take us to a safe place.”
Elizabeth nodded in response as they reached the lobby floor. They walked to the door to exit the stairwell as Elizabeth reached for the handle the door swung out. As if understanding the danger Elizabeth backed away as a young blond man walked inside.
He looked up at them both and smiled. “Hello Sydney,” he said looking to the woman who called herself Rachel.
Sydney Bristow pulled Elizabeth behind her. “Sark,” she confirmed. “I should of known.”
The man leaned against the wall as if the whole situation didn’t concern him. He shrugged. “I guess now all my carefully laid plans are ruined.”
Sydney watched him carefully. “That’s right. So we’re leaving.”
Elizabeth could feel the tension between them. Why was this happening? Why did this man want to kill her? She found her voice her words spilling out before she could stop them. “What do you want from me?”
The man grinned again. “Dear Sydney, don’t tell me you haven’t told the good Dr. Weir why she’s in this mess now have you?”
Sydney’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that concerns you anymore. Like you said, your plan is not going to work anymore. Now let us pass or do I have to kick your ass again?”
Sark laughed his laughter filling the small hall. “Perhaps that is true. One may never know what I was planning,” he paused. “I would have to say Ms. Bristow getting my ass kicked, as you put it, by you is always a pleasure.” He looked to Elizabeth his eyes clear and focused. “I assure you doctor. Miss Bristow is quite good but she doesn’t know how much I’ve invested in this little excursion.”
“Try me, Sark.” Sydney warned.
The air crackled as they squared off. Elizabeth closed her eyes as she stood behind the tall brunette.
Sark moved first his fingers sliding out a small handgun from his pocket it swung up in the air silently as he aimed at Elizabeth. Sydney sprung forward..
Sark however was ready for her spinning himself away from her advances he re-aimed at Elizabeth. Elizabeth watched in horror as the bullet exited the chamber. It whistled through the air slamming into her chest. Dr. Elizabeth Weir screamed in pain as she was knocked off her feet to the ground. Blood trickled from the wound her head hitting the floor with a small thud. Her eyes closed. Sydney recovered quickly yelling she kicked Sark who grunted. His back collided with the wall. He laughed as he reached for the door. In a flash he had pushed it open firing at Sydney. She ducked as he ran through the archway.
Sydney shook her head as she watched him go. “Boyscout. Good hit by Sark. The target is down. ETA 5 minutes.” Sydney walked over to Elizabeth and leaned over eyeing the damage. “Congratulations Dr. Weir. You’re dead.”
Elizabeth sat up with a wince. “I never thought I would live to hear that,” she replied. “That hurt like hell.”
“I’m sorry,” she assured. “The alternative would of been worse.” she offered her hand to Elizabeth who took it and stood.
“Now what?” Elizabeth asked taking in her wounds. She opened her blouse fingering the bullet holes in the vest. A red ink was oozing from the holes.
“Now we get out. Until we know what they wanted with you. You’re dead.”
“I see,” Elizabeth looked to the woman. “He called you Sydney. Is that really your name?”
Sydney smiled. “Yes, it is.”
“Thank you Sydney for saving my life, by killing me.”
Sydney laughed. “You’re welcome. We need to go.”
Elizabeth nodded as Sydney reached for the door. “Now that Elizabeth Weir is dead. You’re going to need a new name for the time being.” Sydney told her as they cautiously left the hall.
Elizabeth thought a moment. “How about Rachel Woodson?”
Sydney laughed. “Perfect. Rachel it is.”
Sydney lead the way as they quietly escaped into the night.
The End.
Title: I, Spy Dr. Weir
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The August challenge for kill_dr_weir I decided to go with an Alias crossover and is Pre-Atlantis.
There was a light rap at the door. Dr. Elizabeth Weir turned from her lap top. She was sitting at the smooth wooden desk in her hotel room. She had ordered room service but didn’t expect it to arrive so quickly. She rose walking to the door and pulled it open.
A young woman with long brown hair and a smart dark blue dress suit was standing at the threshold. She carried a briefcase in her hand. “Dr. Weir?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” Elizabeth confirmed.
The young woman smiled. “My name is Rachel Woodson. I’m head of guest relations for Hotel Renaldo. I wanted to check on the satisfaction of your stay. May I have a few moments of your time?”
Elizabeth eyed her watch. “I suppose a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. Please come in.” Elizabeth stepped back from the door as the woman walked in. “Would you like to sit?” Elizabeth asked indicating the chairs.
“Thank you,” the woman replied. She took a chair across from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had a feeling the woman had surveyed the room quickly as she had entered. As though expecting something to happen.
The woman smiled again reassuring her. Then opened the case and pulled out a folder. “You’ve stayed with us on several occasions. Is this correct?”
Elizabeth nodded. “I don’t live far from here but when I’m in the city I like to stay close when I’m working on an important treaty. I’m sure you know what I do.”
The woman nodded. “Oh yes,” she looked back to her folder. “We appreciate you staying with us.”
Elizabeth could of sworn the woman had glanced to the door with a concerned look but she shook the thought aside. Suddenly a knock at the door brought both of them to look in its direction.
“I ordered some dinner,” Elizabeth advised. She rose going to the door and opened it. A young man with a cart entered.
“Your order mame,” The young man confirmed stopping the cart in the middle of the room.
Elizabeth closed the door and walked over to him. “Do I need to sign something?” She asked.
The young man nodded as she approached him. Without warning he lifted the lid from the plated food and reached inside. His demeanor changed as he pulled out a small hand gun taking aim at Elizabeth. Elizabeth gasped but was knocked to the ground with a grunt. In amazement she watched as the woman named Rachel leaped into the air her legs kicking as she went. One spiked heel contacted the weapon sending it spinning. The man recovered quickly. He reached for the woman who whipped around again as a swift kick struck him square in the chest. He moaned as he flew back contacting the door he slid down to the floor.
The woman sighed as she turned to Elizabeth. “Are you alright?” She asked.
“What is going on?” Elizabeth asked. She pulled herself up looking to the man on the floor.“Who are you really?”
“I will explain when I can Dr. Weir,” the woman replied. The woman then spoke but not to Elizabeth. “Boyscout this is Mountaineer. We’ve been compromised. We need to move the target.” she paused as though waiting for an answer. “Understood,” she replied.
Elizabeth breathed in deep. What was happening. Target? She was a target? Why? “Please tell me what’s going on,” she repeated to the woman.
“I will. Promise. Right now I need to get you out of here. I doubt he was alone.” the woman’s eyes softened. “Please trust me.”
Elizabeth looked to the woman for a moment unsure. “Ok,” she replied. “What do you want me to do?”
The woman retrieved the case she had brought in with her. “Plan B,” she said and opened the case.
Elizabeth looked inside then to the woman. “Ok,” she said.
“Let’s get to work,” the woman said pulling out items from inside.
Twenty minutes later the two women had left the room. They walked to the stairs quietly making their way down to the lobby.
“Where are we going?” Elizabeth asked.
“To the parking lot. There’s a car waiting to take us to a safe place.”
Elizabeth nodded in response as they reached the lobby floor. They walked to the door to exit the stairwell as Elizabeth reached for the handle the door swung out. As if understanding the danger Elizabeth backed away as a young blond man walked inside.
He looked up at them both and smiled. “Hello Sydney,” he said looking to the woman who called herself Rachel.
Sydney Bristow pulled Elizabeth behind her. “Sark,” she confirmed. “I should of known.”
The man leaned against the wall as if the whole situation didn’t concern him. He shrugged. “I guess now all my carefully laid plans are ruined.”
Sydney watched him carefully. “That’s right. So we’re leaving.”
Elizabeth could feel the tension between them. Why was this happening? Why did this man want to kill her? She found her voice her words spilling out before she could stop them. “What do you want from me?”
The man grinned again. “Dear Sydney, don’t tell me you haven’t told the good Dr. Weir why she’s in this mess now have you?”
Sydney’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t think that concerns you anymore. Like you said, your plan is not going to work anymore. Now let us pass or do I have to kick your ass again?”
Sark laughed his laughter filling the small hall. “Perhaps that is true. One may never know what I was planning,” he paused. “I would have to say Ms. Bristow getting my ass kicked, as you put it, by you is always a pleasure.” He looked to Elizabeth his eyes clear and focused. “I assure you doctor. Miss Bristow is quite good but she doesn’t know how much I’ve invested in this little excursion.”
“Try me, Sark.” Sydney warned.
The air crackled as they squared off. Elizabeth closed her eyes as she stood behind the tall brunette.
Sark moved first his fingers sliding out a small handgun from his pocket it swung up in the air silently as he aimed at Elizabeth. Sydney sprung forward..
Sark however was ready for her spinning himself away from her advances he re-aimed at Elizabeth. Elizabeth watched in horror as the bullet exited the chamber. It whistled through the air slamming into her chest. Dr. Elizabeth Weir screamed in pain as she was knocked off her feet to the ground. Blood trickled from the wound her head hitting the floor with a small thud. Her eyes closed. Sydney recovered quickly yelling she kicked Sark who grunted. His back collided with the wall. He laughed as he reached for the door. In a flash he had pushed it open firing at Sydney. She ducked as he ran through the archway.
Sydney shook her head as she watched him go. “Boyscout. Good hit by Sark. The target is down. ETA 5 minutes.” Sydney walked over to Elizabeth and leaned over eyeing the damage. “Congratulations Dr. Weir. You’re dead.”
Elizabeth sat up with a wince. “I never thought I would live to hear that,” she replied. “That hurt like hell.”
“I’m sorry,” she assured. “The alternative would of been worse.” she offered her hand to Elizabeth who took it and stood.
“Now what?” Elizabeth asked taking in her wounds. She opened her blouse fingering the bullet holes in the vest. A red ink was oozing from the holes.
“Now we get out. Until we know what they wanted with you. You’re dead.”
“I see,” Elizabeth looked to the woman. “He called you Sydney. Is that really your name?”
Sydney smiled. “Yes, it is.”
“Thank you Sydney for saving my life, by killing me.”
Sydney laughed. “You’re welcome. We need to go.”
Elizabeth nodded as Sydney reached for the door. “Now that Elizabeth Weir is dead. You’re going to need a new name for the time being.” Sydney told her as they cautiously left the hall.
Elizabeth thought a moment. “How about Rachel Woodson?”
Sydney laughed. “Perfect. Rachel it is.”
Sydney lead the way as they quietly escaped into the night.
The End.