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Crossover fic: Five Things That (Probably) Never Happened to Sarah Corvus
Disclaimer: None of these are mine.
Fandoms: Bionic Woman Reboot; Bones, NCIS, Torchwood, Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Blake's 7
Length: 2,000+
Genre: femslash, AU, gen, crack, crossover
Pairings: Sarah Corvus/Ziva David, Sarah Corvus/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG13? Language, some violence, alcohol drinking, kissing, sarcasm.
Notes: I found the sheets the notes for this were on, figured I'd finish and post it. I feel so divorced from the mind-set I was in when I wrote this, though I still like it.
Five Things That (Probably) Never Happened to Sarah Corvus
by ALC Punk!
1.
"There are very precise cut marks, you can see--here and here," Brennan said as she pointed at the marks on the enlarged section of bone.
Her partner, Booth shrugged, "So, what?"
"This arm was removed with surgical precision. And given the blood staining, the person it was removed from was still alive at the time." Brennan replied.
Booth made a face. "Great. Just what I needed to hear."
"We've got a hit on the fingerprints," reported Cam. "Her name was Sarah Corvus." She clicked with the mouse and Sarah Corvus' picture popped up on the monitor, she was very young and blonde, looking quite serious as she posed in her dress fatigues.
"So, this is our dead girl?"
"We don't know that she's dead," Brennan pointed out, "We know she was alive at the time of the amputation."
"Maybe they were replacing her tissue with something better, like some sort of experimental army thing," suggested Hodgins, the resident conspiracy theorist. "They've been doing that over the years, you know, experimenting on the best and brightest so they can make a better killing machine."
"Sounds like science fiction," objected Booth.
"And besides," inserted Cam, before they could argue, "According to her records, Sarah Corvus passed away five months ago."
"Well, that's not possible," objected Brennan. "The arm we have hasn't been deteriorating for more than two months. There's too much flesh for it to have been in the ground for that long."
"What about if it was frozen? Did it say if Sarah Corvus died by the hand of a serial killer?" asked Hodgins. "Maybe he has a fixation with severed limbs--this could be the next Dahmer, you know."
"Ew," said Angela. "Thanks. Now I'm going to be imagining that."
"Nope. Says she was killed in a car accident along with her sister."
"That's not consistent with the markings on the bone," Brennan objected.
"I know." Cam replied, not quite rolling her eyes, "I'm just telling you what the record says."
"Where did you say this was found again?" asked Hodgins.
"With the body of a well-known and unloved member of the Russian Mafia," replied Booth. He paused as his phone rang. Answering it, he muttered a few things, then hung up. "And it doesn't matter anymore. Now that it's been identified, this is no longer our case."
"What? Why?" demanded Brennan.
"Government conspiracy," quipped Hodgins.
"Look, you don't need to know, and I don't need to know, and we'll all be much happier and less likely to have the Russian Mafia call out hits on us," suggested Booth. He pointed at Brennan, "Get the arm packed up so it can be shipped to the lab which will handle the case, please."
"Fine." She was obviously disgruntled.
Cam sighed and began closing out the information on Sarah Corvus. "It's a pity. This would have been an interesting case."
2.
Cut-off mid-sentence, Ziva decided that Corvus tasted like tequila. And rain. Ziva had been startled when Corvus leaned into her, letting their lips brush.
In general, Ziva preferred men to women--men are obtuse and miss things. It was always easier to keep secrets from a man, women asked too many questions. Women kissed better, though, and Ziva didn't mind the reminder, even as she wondered why the suspect was trying to distract her.
Gibbs had sent her into the bar to ask questions, and Corvus had been there, where she wasn't supposed to be. Just another marine off-duty, but it hadn't looked right. Hadn't felt right.
But then, Corvus was kissing her, and Ziva's instinct took over. She kissed her back for a brief moment before pulling back.
"We should duck," Ziva suggested.
"Duck?"
Or was it goose? Ziva didn't bother asking as she grabbed the other woman's arm, dragging her off the stool and into cover as the assassin behind the bar opened fire.
An instant later, Corvus moved away, jumping up and over the bar, her legs kicking out in a beautiful move that Ziva really wished she could echo. She was not quite that limber, though. The assassin flew back into the mirror, his head cracking the glass as Corvus landed on the floor amid the falling bottles.
"I think he was the only one," Corvus said, moving to look down at Ziva. She smiled. "Where were we?"
Regretting her training, Ziva straightened and pulled out her cell. "I'm afraid I'll have to call this in. Perhaps another time?"
"It's your dime, sweetheart."
3.
"I know what it's like to die."
"Do you?" It wasn't a subject Sarah had ever cared to discuss. Especially not with a man who'd dropped into the chair opposite without asking. There was a funeral nearby, and she wondered what twisted asshole thought talking about death was a great pick-up line.
"Captain Jack Harkness." He smiled a little and nodded, as though they'd had this conversation before. "There's something about coming back that feels..."
A bitter smile crossed Sarah's lips and she lit another cigarette, blowing out smoke before responding. "Like you've lost your humanity."
"I wouldn't go that far." His eyes were dark, giving the lie to his words.
Sarah's mouth curved in amusement. "You wouldn't? How far would you go, then?" Her eyes flickered over his coat, his arms, his hands--she'd always had a thing for men's hands, and Harkness's were big, capable. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
"The ends of the universe?" Tone light, Harkness leaned forwards, eyes blue and penetrating. "Where you from, Sarah?"
She shrugged, tapping her cigarette on the ash tray. "Around."
"Do you say that to all the guys?"
Leaning back in her chair, she smiled. "Girls, too." Memory tugged at her for a moment, and she felt trapped, antsy. Stubbing out her half-burned cigarette, she stood up. "Thanks for nothing."
It would only be later that she'd wake from nightmares, clawing the sheets and remembering his voice, pleading with her, begging for mercy. You should be dead, Captain Harkness...
Not that it mattered. She had no time for nightmares and secrets. They'd catch up soon. They always did.
-
"Tosh, dig up everything you can on a Sarah Corvus. American." Jack tossed his coat over his chair, then came back to stand behind her.
A little annoyed that he'd interrupted her, Tosh nevertheless complied. She'd learned early that it was easiest to do as requested, otherwise Jack would hover, which was highly annoying. In a few key-strokes she had several classified files being cracked and a public record on display. "She was killed in action last year and buried with honors."
"They wiped you away, too," Jack murmured, his voice sounding strange.
Ignoring him for a moment, Tosh checked on the other files. "Looks like there might be more, but the ciphers will take all night to crack." She glanced over her shoulder, surprised at the pensive look on Jack's face. "Is this a new case?"
Almost shaking himself like a dog, he smiled. "No. It's nothing. Let the ciphers do their thing, but don't make it a priority." He clapped a hand on her shoulder, and strode off to his office.
"Sure, Jack," she muttered as she keyed back to her translation program, "I'll do that. Right after I find the bit of this that's wrong."
-
He'd seen her die. Bullet in her head, funeral, the works. None of the others had seen him die, luckily, but that wasn't the point. There weren't two of her, there couldn't be...
Jack fiddled with a fountain pen, trying to scrub the surprise and uncertainty from his gut. There couldn't be two people who couldn't die. Therefore, something else had happened. He wasn't curious, not really. He was just protecting Cardiff, the Rift, his planet.
That was all.
It had nothing to do with the terror in her eyes as her fingers clawed his throat out.
4.
"Sarah Corvus?"
Looking up from her tequila, Sarah studied the man who'd interrupted her not-thinking. Tweed, glasses, British. The sort of guy she'd rather punch than give the time of day--he reminded her of countless high school principals and teachers she'd had over the years. But he held himself like a man who knew what to do with himself in a fight, which was different. "Yeah?"
"My name is Rupert Giles. I'm here to let you know that you're not alone in this world." He looked like the speech was the most boring thing he'd ever said, like he'd said it a million times and was tired with it.
Wondering why he hadn't added something about her being perfect or whatever, Sarah snorted. "Yeah. Really?"
"Into every generation is born a Slayer, one who has the skills to combat the forces of evil," he paused, mouth twisting a little with more annoyance, "In short, you are the Chosen One."
"How fascinating," she drawled before knocking back the tequila.
"You're not the only one, of course," settling himself onto the stool next to her, he waved a hand and a pint magically appeared, the bartender clearly aware of his needs. He didn't seem to care about Sarah's sarcasm.
"Let me guess: this Chosen One business involves dancing, turning tricks, a little stripping?" That was the sort of scam she'd seen in places like this. Older guy approached vulnerable young woman, next thing she knew she was hooked on heroine and half-naked on Fifth.
"No, no," he sipped, then turned a bland look on her. "It's more battling the forces of evil. Still, if stripping is a goal you've always had for yourself, please don't let me stop you."
So the guy had teeth. Sarah poured herself another shot of tequila and shrugged, "I'm sure you want me to ask you to tell me more."
"Vampires. Demons. Mystical beasties--" Giles took a long swallow and tilted his head at her, "No bells being rung in there? Or is there an echo?"
Rubbing a hand over her face, Sarah decided she needed more tequila, "Well, fuck. Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Giles drank off half his glass before replying again. During that time, Sarah considered trying to get him committed or something, but thought it would require too much effort on her part. Still, supernatural creatures? One being born every minute, more like.
"I'm wasting my time and yours, aren't I."
"You could say that."
He stood up, dropping a card in front of her, "Let me know in a week if it's still a waste."
Sarah almost didn't pick up the card, but there was something about him that stuck a thorn in her brain. A week later, sweat pouring down her back as she ran from a pack of vampires, she was pretty sure that had still been a horrible idea. But at least this was something to do.
5.
"Space Commander Corvus reporting for duty, ma'am."
The Supreme Commander turned from her contemplation of the stars, her eyes assessing Corvus, who returned the stare in insolent measure. It was almost insubordinate, and Servalan toyed with the idea of disciplining the officer before they'd begun. It wasn't quite the point, though, so she let it slide. For the moment. "Space Commander. I've chosen you from hundreds of candidates for a very special assignment."
"Hundreds?" Corvus snorted. "Surely, Supreme Commander, there were thousands to pick through. Though only a handful would qualify to chase Sommers."
"And what makes you think this has to do with Sommers?"
"Don't insult my intelligence, Servalan," the woman replied coldly, a sardonic sneer on her lips.
"I wouldn't dare."
A smile flickered across Corvus' mouth, then was gone, "I can find her, you know. Sommers has a certain, predictable, purpose that drives her."
Servalan sat down, feeling confident in her ability to utilize this new tool, "As do you. Revenge is so easily manipulated, and I want them brought down." She folded her hands in front of her and half-smiled, "Unlike my colleagues, I believe Sommers and her band are a thorn in the Federation's side that should be removed. By any means necessary."
"Any means?"
"Any."
Corvus smiled, and it was an ugly expression. "Then we should work together just fine, ma'am."
"Yes. I rather thought so." Holding out a data chip, Servalan smiled, "Here's your first assignment, take the crew you think you'll need. And bring me Sommers's head on a platter."
Corvus didn't salute before she marched from Servalan's office. No matter. She'd work on the deportment of her newest officer, in time.
-f-
Fandoms: Bionic Woman Reboot; Bones, NCIS, Torchwood, Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Blake's 7
Length: 2,000+
Genre: femslash, AU, gen, crack, crossover
Pairings: Sarah Corvus/Ziva David, Sarah Corvus/Jack Harkness
Rating: PG13? Language, some violence, alcohol drinking, kissing, sarcasm.
Notes: I found the sheets the notes for this were on, figured I'd finish and post it. I feel so divorced from the mind-set I was in when I wrote this, though I still like it.
Five Things That (Probably) Never Happened to Sarah Corvus
by ALC Punk!
1.
"There are very precise cut marks, you can see--here and here," Brennan said as she pointed at the marks on the enlarged section of bone.
Her partner, Booth shrugged, "So, what?"
"This arm was removed with surgical precision. And given the blood staining, the person it was removed from was still alive at the time." Brennan replied.
Booth made a face. "Great. Just what I needed to hear."
"We've got a hit on the fingerprints," reported Cam. "Her name was Sarah Corvus." She clicked with the mouse and Sarah Corvus' picture popped up on the monitor, she was very young and blonde, looking quite serious as she posed in her dress fatigues.
"So, this is our dead girl?"
"We don't know that she's dead," Brennan pointed out, "We know she was alive at the time of the amputation."
"Maybe they were replacing her tissue with something better, like some sort of experimental army thing," suggested Hodgins, the resident conspiracy theorist. "They've been doing that over the years, you know, experimenting on the best and brightest so they can make a better killing machine."
"Sounds like science fiction," objected Booth.
"And besides," inserted Cam, before they could argue, "According to her records, Sarah Corvus passed away five months ago."
"Well, that's not possible," objected Brennan. "The arm we have hasn't been deteriorating for more than two months. There's too much flesh for it to have been in the ground for that long."
"What about if it was frozen? Did it say if Sarah Corvus died by the hand of a serial killer?" asked Hodgins. "Maybe he has a fixation with severed limbs--this could be the next Dahmer, you know."
"Ew," said Angela. "Thanks. Now I'm going to be imagining that."
"Nope. Says she was killed in a car accident along with her sister."
"That's not consistent with the markings on the bone," Brennan objected.
"I know." Cam replied, not quite rolling her eyes, "I'm just telling you what the record says."
"Where did you say this was found again?" asked Hodgins.
"With the body of a well-known and unloved member of the Russian Mafia," replied Booth. He paused as his phone rang. Answering it, he muttered a few things, then hung up. "And it doesn't matter anymore. Now that it's been identified, this is no longer our case."
"What? Why?" demanded Brennan.
"Government conspiracy," quipped Hodgins.
"Look, you don't need to know, and I don't need to know, and we'll all be much happier and less likely to have the Russian Mafia call out hits on us," suggested Booth. He pointed at Brennan, "Get the arm packed up so it can be shipped to the lab which will handle the case, please."
"Fine." She was obviously disgruntled.
Cam sighed and began closing out the information on Sarah Corvus. "It's a pity. This would have been an interesting case."
2.
Cut-off mid-sentence, Ziva decided that Corvus tasted like tequila. And rain. Ziva had been startled when Corvus leaned into her, letting their lips brush.
In general, Ziva preferred men to women--men are obtuse and miss things. It was always easier to keep secrets from a man, women asked too many questions. Women kissed better, though, and Ziva didn't mind the reminder, even as she wondered why the suspect was trying to distract her.
Gibbs had sent her into the bar to ask questions, and Corvus had been there, where she wasn't supposed to be. Just another marine off-duty, but it hadn't looked right. Hadn't felt right.
But then, Corvus was kissing her, and Ziva's instinct took over. She kissed her back for a brief moment before pulling back.
"We should duck," Ziva suggested.
"Duck?"
Or was it goose? Ziva didn't bother asking as she grabbed the other woman's arm, dragging her off the stool and into cover as the assassin behind the bar opened fire.
An instant later, Corvus moved away, jumping up and over the bar, her legs kicking out in a beautiful move that Ziva really wished she could echo. She was not quite that limber, though. The assassin flew back into the mirror, his head cracking the glass as Corvus landed on the floor amid the falling bottles.
"I think he was the only one," Corvus said, moving to look down at Ziva. She smiled. "Where were we?"
Regretting her training, Ziva straightened and pulled out her cell. "I'm afraid I'll have to call this in. Perhaps another time?"
"It's your dime, sweetheart."
3.
"I know what it's like to die."
"Do you?" It wasn't a subject Sarah had ever cared to discuss. Especially not with a man who'd dropped into the chair opposite without asking. There was a funeral nearby, and she wondered what twisted asshole thought talking about death was a great pick-up line.
"Captain Jack Harkness." He smiled a little and nodded, as though they'd had this conversation before. "There's something about coming back that feels..."
A bitter smile crossed Sarah's lips and she lit another cigarette, blowing out smoke before responding. "Like you've lost your humanity."
"I wouldn't go that far." His eyes were dark, giving the lie to his words.
Sarah's mouth curved in amusement. "You wouldn't? How far would you go, then?" Her eyes flickered over his coat, his arms, his hands--she'd always had a thing for men's hands, and Harkness's were big, capable. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
"The ends of the universe?" Tone light, Harkness leaned forwards, eyes blue and penetrating. "Where you from, Sarah?"
She shrugged, tapping her cigarette on the ash tray. "Around."
"Do you say that to all the guys?"
Leaning back in her chair, she smiled. "Girls, too." Memory tugged at her for a moment, and she felt trapped, antsy. Stubbing out her half-burned cigarette, she stood up. "Thanks for nothing."
It would only be later that she'd wake from nightmares, clawing the sheets and remembering his voice, pleading with her, begging for mercy. You should be dead, Captain Harkness...
Not that it mattered. She had no time for nightmares and secrets. They'd catch up soon. They always did.
-
"Tosh, dig up everything you can on a Sarah Corvus. American." Jack tossed his coat over his chair, then came back to stand behind her.
A little annoyed that he'd interrupted her, Tosh nevertheless complied. She'd learned early that it was easiest to do as requested, otherwise Jack would hover, which was highly annoying. In a few key-strokes she had several classified files being cracked and a public record on display. "She was killed in action last year and buried with honors."
"They wiped you away, too," Jack murmured, his voice sounding strange.
Ignoring him for a moment, Tosh checked on the other files. "Looks like there might be more, but the ciphers will take all night to crack." She glanced over her shoulder, surprised at the pensive look on Jack's face. "Is this a new case?"
Almost shaking himself like a dog, he smiled. "No. It's nothing. Let the ciphers do their thing, but don't make it a priority." He clapped a hand on her shoulder, and strode off to his office.
"Sure, Jack," she muttered as she keyed back to her translation program, "I'll do that. Right after I find the bit of this that's wrong."
-
He'd seen her die. Bullet in her head, funeral, the works. None of the others had seen him die, luckily, but that wasn't the point. There weren't two of her, there couldn't be...
Jack fiddled with a fountain pen, trying to scrub the surprise and uncertainty from his gut. There couldn't be two people who couldn't die. Therefore, something else had happened. He wasn't curious, not really. He was just protecting Cardiff, the Rift, his planet.
That was all.
It had nothing to do with the terror in her eyes as her fingers clawed his throat out.
4.
"Sarah Corvus?"
Looking up from her tequila, Sarah studied the man who'd interrupted her not-thinking. Tweed, glasses, British. The sort of guy she'd rather punch than give the time of day--he reminded her of countless high school principals and teachers she'd had over the years. But he held himself like a man who knew what to do with himself in a fight, which was different. "Yeah?"
"My name is Rupert Giles. I'm here to let you know that you're not alone in this world." He looked like the speech was the most boring thing he'd ever said, like he'd said it a million times and was tired with it.
Wondering why he hadn't added something about her being perfect or whatever, Sarah snorted. "Yeah. Really?"
"Into every generation is born a Slayer, one who has the skills to combat the forces of evil," he paused, mouth twisting a little with more annoyance, "In short, you are the Chosen One."
"How fascinating," she drawled before knocking back the tequila.
"You're not the only one, of course," settling himself onto the stool next to her, he waved a hand and a pint magically appeared, the bartender clearly aware of his needs. He didn't seem to care about Sarah's sarcasm.
"Let me guess: this Chosen One business involves dancing, turning tricks, a little stripping?" That was the sort of scam she'd seen in places like this. Older guy approached vulnerable young woman, next thing she knew she was hooked on heroine and half-naked on Fifth.
"No, no," he sipped, then turned a bland look on her. "It's more battling the forces of evil. Still, if stripping is a goal you've always had for yourself, please don't let me stop you."
So the guy had teeth. Sarah poured herself another shot of tequila and shrugged, "I'm sure you want me to ask you to tell me more."
"Vampires. Demons. Mystical beasties--" Giles took a long swallow and tilted his head at her, "No bells being rung in there? Or is there an echo?"
Rubbing a hand over her face, Sarah decided she needed more tequila, "Well, fuck. Why didn't you say so in the first place?"
Giles drank off half his glass before replying again. During that time, Sarah considered trying to get him committed or something, but thought it would require too much effort on her part. Still, supernatural creatures? One being born every minute, more like.
"I'm wasting my time and yours, aren't I."
"You could say that."
He stood up, dropping a card in front of her, "Let me know in a week if it's still a waste."
Sarah almost didn't pick up the card, but there was something about him that stuck a thorn in her brain. A week later, sweat pouring down her back as she ran from a pack of vampires, she was pretty sure that had still been a horrible idea. But at least this was something to do.
5.
"Space Commander Corvus reporting for duty, ma'am."
The Supreme Commander turned from her contemplation of the stars, her eyes assessing Corvus, who returned the stare in insolent measure. It was almost insubordinate, and Servalan toyed with the idea of disciplining the officer before they'd begun. It wasn't quite the point, though, so she let it slide. For the moment. "Space Commander. I've chosen you from hundreds of candidates for a very special assignment."
"Hundreds?" Corvus snorted. "Surely, Supreme Commander, there were thousands to pick through. Though only a handful would qualify to chase Sommers."
"And what makes you think this has to do with Sommers?"
"Don't insult my intelligence, Servalan," the woman replied coldly, a sardonic sneer on her lips.
"I wouldn't dare."
A smile flickered across Corvus' mouth, then was gone, "I can find her, you know. Sommers has a certain, predictable, purpose that drives her."
Servalan sat down, feeling confident in her ability to utilize this new tool, "As do you. Revenge is so easily manipulated, and I want them brought down." She folded her hands in front of her and half-smiled, "Unlike my colleagues, I believe Sommers and her band are a thorn in the Federation's side that should be removed. By any means necessary."
"Any means?"
"Any."
Corvus smiled, and it was an ugly expression. "Then we should work together just fine, ma'am."
"Yes. I rather thought so." Holding out a data chip, Servalan smiled, "Here's your first assignment, take the crew you think you'll need. And bring me Sommers's head on a platter."
Corvus didn't salute before she marched from Servalan's office. No matter. She'd work on the deportment of her newest officer, in time.
-f-
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I liked the potential of her, and I really miss Katee playing insane women who punch things.