The Ghosts That Haunt Me: An Alias/Buffy Crossover
By: Sam Lincoln
Summary: A Rambaldi prophecy sends Sydney to Sunnydale in search
of "The Chosen One."
Spoilers: General spoilers for the current seasons of Alias,
Buffy and Angel, but nothing specific to any storyline.
Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy
are property of Mutant Enemy. All characters from Alias
are property of Bad Robot and Touchstone Television. All characters
are used without permission and no infringement is intended.
The Ghosts that Haunt Me: Prologue
Buffy and Dawn walked through the cemetery, patrolling for any
demonic activity. Buffy was armed with just a stake while Dawn
carried a crossbow and a bag full of other assorted weapons.
"It sure is nice that things are back to normal,"
Dawn commented, "Well, as normal as things get around here,"
she added after a moment.
"Yeah, I just wish Giles had come back from England with
Willow," Buffy said, agreeing with her sister.
"I guess he needed to recharge his British batteries some
Buffy smiled, "Yeah, that must be it," she replied,
They continued walking through the cemetery, each sister lost
in her own thoughts.
"Hey Buffy," Dawn asked after a while.
"I don't want to jinx anything, but have things seemed
a little too quiet lately?"
They came to a stop in front of a fresh grave and rested against
two nearby tombstones. "I suppose so," Buffy said with
a shrug. As they watched the ground in front of them shifted and
two hands burst free, followed closely by a head. Buffy held out
her hand. "I think this shot calls for a five iron."
Dawn reached into her bag and withdrew an axe. "Five iron,
excellent choice." She placed the axe in Buffy's outstretched
Buffy walked up to the newborn vampire still struggling to
emerge from its grave. "It's 300 yards to the pin, Summers
is using a five-iron, bold choice," Buffy said, as if a television
commentator, "Fore!" She shouted as she swung her axe.
The stroke removed the vampire's head from its next and sent it
spinning into the air, disintegrating as it flew.
Buffy stood still for a moment, admiring her imaginary golf
shot. "It's in the hole," she declared as she turned
to face her sister.
Dawn politely clapped, "You got all of that one,"
Buffy handed the axe back to Dawn, "Yeah, Tiger Woods
doesn't have anything on me."
Dawn put the axe back into the bag, "So where to now?"
Buffy looked around the cemetery. "Home I think. You're
right Dawny, things have been too quiet. If a new Big Bad is on
the way I want us to be well-rested so we can kick its ass."
The two sisters walked towards the entrance of the cemetery, leaving
behind the hold in the ground made by the late vampire.
Sydney Bristow walked into the briefing room feeling no small
amount of trepidation. Ever since she had learned the truth about
SD-6 she had come to view each new mission with a sense of dread.
Her apprehension was increased when she saw that Arvin Sloane
was the only person in the room. "You wanted to see me?"
She asked Sloane.
"Yes Sydney, take a seat," Sloane replied.
"Were are Dixon and Marshall?" She asked as she sat
in a chair halfway down the table.
"They won't be necessary for this mission," Sloane
said tersely. "Now then, Technical Division has finished
translating another section of Rambaldi text."
At the mention of Milo Rambaldi Sydney felt her blood run cold.
"Oh really," she said in as off-hand a manner as possible.
"What did it say?"
Sloane smiled, "Patience Sydney, I was getting to that."
He tapped a key on the table in front of him, calling up an image
on the screen in front of Sydney. It was a picture of a page of
text. "We extracted this from a recently discovered fragment
from one of the last works Rambaldi wrote. The fragment refers
to a 'Boca di Hell located on the west coast of the New World."
Syndey frowned, "Boca di Hell? The Mouth of Hell?"
"Yes, exactly," Sloane nodded, "According to
Rambaldi an artifact of great power is located there. Rather thoughtfully
Rambaldi also provided a sketch of the artifact." Sloane
zoomed in on a picture of an amulet. "As you can see the
artifact is an amulet with writing on both sides. The detail on
the page is not enough to make a translation, but the text on
the artifact appears to be Sumerian."
"But how is that possible? The Sumerians lived on the
other side of the world thousands of years earlier."
Sloane held up a hand, "I know, I'm just relaying what
our experts said. Now, the text also makes reference to a defender
of the artifact, the Chosen One. According to Rambaldi, 'Only
the blood of the Chosen One will awaken the amulet.' There's no
other mention of this person beyond that it's a young woman and
that 'She defends without knowing.' Whatever that means."
Sydney nodded, "So do we know where the Boca di Hell is
"As a matter of fact we do, and it's not too far from
here." Sloane called up a map of Southern California. "Clues
in the text indicate that the artifact is located here."
A dot on the map began to flash.
Sydney leaned in and stared at the map, "Sunnydale? Why
does that name sound familiar."
"Several years ago there was an explosion at local high
school during graduation ceremonies. The mayor, school principal,
and a large number of parents and students were killed in the
"That's right, was the cause of the explosion ever determined?"
"Officially no, but I've heard rumors that a group of
students planted a bomb." Sloane paused as they both considered
the type of person it would take to commit such an act. "In
any event that has to relevance on your mission," Sloane
continued. "I want you to drive down to Sunnydale, locate
this artifact and find out who this 'Chosen One' is. I expect
you to bring both of them back to SD-6 Headquarters." Sloane
paused letting his instructions sink in. "I don't expect
you to meet any resistance so I'm sending you in by yourself."
Sydney nodded her understanding, "What will be my cover?"
Sloane tossed Sydney a small package, "You're a collector
of rare antiquities tracking down an item for a client."
Sydney picked up the package. "When do I leave?"
"As soon as possible," Sloane replied, "We've
already arranged accommodations for you in Sunnydale, and also
provided you a list of places to look for information relating
to the artifact."
Sydney scanned the list, "A magic shop?" she asked
Sloane nodded, "That's right, the former owner was well-versed
in arcane lore and matters of antiquity, much more so than your
run-of-the-mill new-age hippy. Perhaps the current owner took
notes," he explained.
"Is there anything else?" Sydney asked as she stood
"Just one more thing. Watch your back out there Sydney.
Just because you're not in a hostile country do not let your guard
down. Sunnydale is a dangerous place and I would hate to see anything
happen to you."
Sydney nodded, "I'll keep that in mind," she said
as she walked out of the briefing room.
<To be Continued>