Title: Enemies of My Soul, Conspirators in Pajamas (An Epic Alias-Dollhouse Crossover)
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence
Characters: Adelle, Dominic, Sierra, Victor, Topher, Boyd
Pairing: Adelle DeWitt/Laurence Dominic
Disclaimer: I do not own Dollhouse. Or Alias.
Notes: Spoilers for season 1 of Dollhouse and season 5 of Alias

Author's Note: No appearance by the Alias peeps. Previous chapters are here

Enjoy :D



A deafening explosion pushes him back, knocking him unconscious. When he regains consciousness, he sees the body of the woman he was supposed to evacuate a few feet away from him, her blood splattered across the walls.

He wakes up with a jolt, in total darkness, with his heart pounding against his chest and cold sweat running down his back. Frantically, he looks around, struggling to breathe, trying to remember where the hell he is.

“I’m not drunk. I can see fine. Now, give me the keys!”

He feels someone move beside him. A hand gently touches his arm. He tenses.

“Laurence?”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not Dad, or Grandfather! I’m me! Ben, okay? Ben.”

He recognizes the bleary voice and suddenly, he realizes where he is, who he’s with and why they’re here. He tries to calm himself, but he doesn’t feel any relief. All he feels is horror.

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” He says, his tone, brittle. He pulls his arm away and slides off the bed.

He goes to the bathroom. Laurence locks the door behind him and goes straight to the sink. His hands tremble as he activates the faucet and the cold water he splashes on his face doesn’t help in banishing his dread either.

They aren’t his, the memories. He knows they’re not his. Yet they’re in his brain. And it terrifies him to think that they’re assimilating with his own memories.

Laurence looks up and sees his reflection on the mirror. Jesus, he looks like he’s seen a ghost. He clenches his jaw and takes in a deep breath. He sees Adelle’s watch at the far end of the sink (with her earrings and necklace…) and takes a look at the time. It is a few minutes after 4 AM. He has to wait for almost two hours before he’ll be able to use the pool facilities.

He begins to pace around the huge bathroom. He doesn’t want to go back to bed. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s afraid to go back to sleep.

Time crawled as he waited. He basically locked himself inside the bathroom for two hours.

After two hours, he comes out quietly, bringing the things he need. He takes a look towards the bed and sees that Adelle had gone back to sleep. He noiselessly slips out of the room and heads to the 20th floor.

Swimming has been his sport ever since he was four-years-old. He also tried baseball and football, and though he enjoyed team sports, swimming provides him with the quiet that baseball and football can’t give— it’s just him and the water. And that‘s what he loves about it.

Since he hasn’t really been to a pool in months, he decided that he’d just go for fifty laps. He just needs to clear his head.

130 laps and an hour-and-a-half later, he quietly goes back to their suite. Adelle is still curled up on the bed. He ducks inside the bathroom and takes a quick shower.

~*~*~

The blue Porsche 356B Roadster moves through the winding road effortlessly, zooming past the landscape at a breathtaking speed. The sun is on her face and the wind is blowing on her hair, but it’s the roar of the engine that’s making excitement gush in her veins. She can’t really remember the last time she was in the passenger seat of a fast car.

With her eyes concealed by her dark sunglasses, Adelle takes a sideway glance at the driver. Mr. Dominic – Laurence, since they’ve had a truce (or maybe she should call him Kyle, even in her head, so that she won’t slip) – seems at ease behind the wheel of the classic car, unlike some people who treat them as if they’re creaky relics. He’s also looking dapper with his linen Reefer blazer, polo shirt, cotton trousers and his aviator-type shades.

“You’ve been here before.” She notes when they make a right turn and sees buildings in the distance. They’re fast approaching the city.

“Third visit,” He simply says.

He was already finished with the shower when she woke up. He told her to smile for the surveillance cameras before kissing her lightly on the cheek and asking her where she’d like to have breakfast. She told him, truthfully, that this is her first time in the island. Then, he gave her a genuinely bright smile (which bemused her a little). He rented a car, he said, and they can go to Ibiza Town if she liked.

He brings her to a small café. There aren’t that many people inside, as it is almost nine in the morning. They opted to take seats outside, so that they can see the hustle and bustle of the town and to know if someone’s watching them.

“You woke up early.” She starts, after the waiter had taken their order. The square table doesn’t really allow them to sit close to each other. She puts her sunglasses inside her bag then places the bag on top of the chair next to her.

“Jet lag.” He answers and shrugs. He puts his sunglasses inside his breast pocket, “You slept for more than eight hours. I slept less.”

“Hmm.” She knows she’s not getting the truth (did he stay inside the bathroom after he had awaken?) but decides to drop the topic. She also pushes away the thoughts that he had made contact with his superiors at the NSA and has arranged for extraction while she was asleep.

She changes the subject, “So, what are our plans for today?” she knows that they’ll be driving around Ferguson’s house, pretend to take pictures of themselves with the fantastic view of the beach as their background. But that will take only a few minutes.

“Well, I was thinking that maybe we can walk around, check out the museums, the food.” He says, leaning closer to her, “Or maybe you want something more exciting?”

His aftershave reminds her of cool morning showers. And she likes it. Adelle finds herself turning away slightly from him, something she did when her thoughts about Dominic – Laurence – strayed towards the unprofessional.

But right now, thinking unprofessional thoughts can be helpful. Especially since she just noticed two men from the hotel ‘discreetly’ watching them.

“We have a tail.” She says in a hushed tone as she reaches out to touch his cheek, “Two dark-haired men a few feet away from us, who believe that they’re being inconspicuous.” She lightly strokes his cheek with her thumb and gives him a smile.

“One of them is wearing a blue cap and the other one’s carrying a newspaper.” He says, barely looking towards his left.

“Yes.”

He moves closer to her. Adelle drops her hand to his shoulder.

“What do you suggest we do, Cate?” he asks, whispering in her ear. It sounds more like a taunt.

She begins to play with the ends of his hair. The first few weeks she started working with him, she realizes that she’s physically attracted to him (and very much so). But she never let anything personal happen between them. She had many reasons and one of those reasons (this, she thinks, is more of the shallow ones) is that she finds workplace flings problematic. She doesn’t need any more complications in her life. But she had always wondered what would happen if she makes a move, a problem she had every time loneliness finds a way to sneak past her defenses.

Then he was discovered to be a mole—which took care of that problem.

But then, Agent Bristow comes along, digging up complications and creating new ones along the way.

Their situation right now is anything but in a workplace. And she’s been terribly curious about what it’s like to kiss him. And besides, after this – if they are both alive after this – they’ll go their separate ways.

No complications whatsoever.

“Cate?”

Adelle kisses him. It was a brief one— just enough for her to taste him, just enough to sate her curiosity.

She pulls away after a few seconds, and takes her hand with her. He seems to be stunned for a moment, but he quickly gets over it. “Let’s put on a magnificent show for them, Kyle.” She says.

Laurence studies her face. She knows what he’s doing, and hopefully, what she’s thinking isn’t showing on her face (what is she thinking?!).

He smiles and takes her hand. “I think that’s a wonderful plan, darling.” He kisses her fingers before entwining them with his, “Today’s going to be a fun day.”

~*~*~

“I don’t like it.”

James Keene – who didn’t exist until only a few days ago – looks at his companion quizzically, “Eh? What do you mean?” he asks. They are outside a bar, sipping iced tea while watching over their colleagues, who are several feet away from them.

“They tried to kill each other a few months ago, he was let go and now this?” Ellen Charleston flips her blonde hair and looks at James, “I don’t know why the higher-ups decided to get him back, then give both of them this job. We’re good at what we do. In fact, we’re so good, we can do this job using Plan B.” She takes a drink from her glass and leans on her chair.

There’s no one seated near them and there’s a signal scrambler in the form of a tube of lipstick on top of the table. They aren’t worrying that someone is listening in on them.

“You just want to jump off a cliff.” He points out.

Ellen laughs, “True.” She says and looks at James, “But this is a big one. If they screw up because they can’t work together...” she shrugs. He raises a brow and she adds, “I’m just saying, they shouldn’t be working together so soon after what happened.”

Topher gave both Victor and Sierra’s personalities the memory of DeWitt stabbing Dominic with a knife and Dominic shooting at her because of a very serious issue, which led to their company letting go of Dominic.

“Well, they do have the best track record.” He says.

“Best track record my ass. If they start shooting or stabbing each other, I’m going to tranq them and get the package myself.”

His gaze falls across the plaza. DeWitt and Dominic are taking pictures of the sunset. He watches as Dominic slips an arm around DeWitt’s waist then takes a picture of the two of them with his digital camera.

James suddenly feels jealousy surging through him but then quickly disappears. Jealousy, what the hell? He looks at Ellen in confusion and shakes his head. DeWitt is like the intimidating older sister. He doesn’t have any romantic interest in her at all.

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Uh.” He looks at Ellen. Her brows are furrowed, “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just… thinking.” He answers, “You know you can’t just tranquilize them. We have our parameters.”

Ellen runs her fingers through his curly hair, “Oh, damn. I totally forgot that you're such a stickler for the rules.” She slides off of her chair and sits on his lap, “But don’t you think that jumping off a cliff will be the most exciting thing ever?” she asks, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Now, this is the woman he’s romantically interested in. James smiles at her.

“We’re here to party, sweetie.” He replies, “Need I remind you that we’re going to check out Privilege later?”

“Club hopping, yay.” Ellen says. She dips her head and starts nibbling his ear, “Or maybe we can skip Privilege and just stay in the hotel all night.” She says in a low tone.

“Parameters, sweetie. Parameters.” He says, caressing her arm,

“Now you're just teasing me.” She pouts.

He lets out a laugh. He then pulls her towards him and captures her lips with his.

James forgets about the brief feeling of jealousy he felt just a few minutes ago. The reaction wasn’t his, anyway.

~*~*~

He has at least one free hour before Foxtrot and Hotel are brought back from an engagement to be wiped. Which means he can do paperwork… or play with his new games.

Topher looks taps his chin with his finger and looks at his desk. Maybe he should eat first before playing. He’s craving for some chips.

He walks towards his drawer to grab a bag of Ruffles, then walks towards his refrigerator to get a juicebox. He has two new games—one needs concentration, while the other is just pure fluff. Topher opens the bag of chips as he sinks on his couch. Which to play?

His eyes rest at the computer screen on his desk. Maybe he can watch Dominic’s stats. But then, they’ll just be stats. There’s nothing remotely exciting about stats if he doesn’t know what the external factors are. He also knows that if there’s something suspicious going on with Dom, his phone will be ringing like crazy.

Topher frowns. Paperwork, games or Dominic’s stats?

A few minutes later, he’s sitting on his swivel chair and watching Victor, Sierra and DeWitt’s stats, together with Dominic’s.

“It seems like Sierra and Victor are having fun.” He says under his breath. Both DeWitt and Dominic’s figures are within the normal range, not surprising at all since they’re probably both asleep. However, he doesn’t really know what he’ll do if he sees both their stats skyrocket. He knows he wouldn’t think they’re in danger. He’d probably stray towards the squicky thoughts first before he thinks about danger.

Topher shudders. DeWitt probably wouldn’t let that happen. But in case squicky things do happen, he hopes he’s swamped with imprinting and wiping that it won’t cross his mind to check on their stats.

“Topher.”

He quickly turns off the monitors and stands up when he sees Boyd entering his office, “Boyd. Hey. What can I do for you?”

“Can you make an imprint of a hacker? Or a computer genius?” he asks.

“Why do you ask?” he grabs a handful of chips. Boyd looks… stressed.

“Someone’s trying to breach into the computer networks.” He answers, “The techs can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from.”

Topher makes a face, “Really? How come they still have their jobs?”

“Topher,” Boyd says exasperatedly, “Can you do an imprint or not?”

“Of course I can do it.” He answers. He grabs the juicebox on the table and takes a sip, “Relax, buddy. Whoever is behind this, my imprint will catch him… or her.”

“Can you do it within this day?”

“Aha.” He holds out his hand, “I’ll start working on it after I’ve wiped Foxtrot and Hotel. How’s that sound?”

Boyd nods his head, “Thank you.”

“No problem, Boss-man.” He chirps as Boyd turns around to leave. He sits on his chair once again and waits for Boyd to leave the room.

“Hey, Topher.” He hears Boyd call out.

“Yup?”

“You monitoring Dominic again?” he asks.

Topher stares at him. His mind starts to consider lying about it. But then, what’s wrong with watching Dominic (and Victor, Sierra and DeWitt’s) stats? Today is a slow day for the Dollhouse.

“I am.”

“So, how is it?”

He can sense the older man’s amusement. Topher grins.

“I can say with full certainty that today is a pretty boring day for them in Ibiza.”



chapter five