A diffrent take on things
chapter 1
AN/ all thoughts are in italics you should be able to figure out whose and I haven't seen the majority of season 3 but I think I get the main gist please correct me if I've got anything wrong
Sydney has just arrived at the safe house
Do they expect me to wait here forever? I have absolutely no memory of how I got here and I an extremely tired.
"Finally..." Sydney began then her mouth opened in shock "Sloane what an unpleasant surprise" she said finally getting over her initial surprise at seeing him.
"Sydney I know you were probably expecting someone else but"
"Damn right I was" she interrupted.
"I was the only one who could come by on such short notice," he said continuing as if she hadn't interrupted at all.
"Wait rewind, you're part of the CIA" Sydney demanded shocked and angry.
"Do you even know how ling you've been gone?" Sloane asked "I thought so" he said after seeing the look of confusion pass her face before it settled into the mask she normally wore around him after the death of Daniel Hecht.
"Well I know I haven't been gone long enough for you to be dead obviously, but long enough for you to squirm your way into the CIA and to get a few scars that I've never seen before" she stated angrily. The one on my stomach makes me immediately think of surgery or a fight against an opponent strong enough to get a knife in me.
"Scars?" Sloane asked looking intrigued.
"Yeah one on my stomach and a few looking like I was tortured on my legs and arms" she replied, then added "why the sudden interest in my well being" she asked "because surely the CIA must have had some idea of where I was, right?" she asked puzzled at the sudden flash of anger that passed over Sloanes' face.
"You know that I think of you as a daughter right?"
"Ewww! But unfortunately yeah so what?"
"Well the CIA wouldn't even let me use my old contacts even after you'd been missing for a year""
"Hold up" she said putting her hand up in a stop motion "Exactly just how long have I been MIA?"
"A little over two years" he replied
"Okay lets just get back home and on the way you can fill me in on what happened to known terrorists, like my mother, Sark and yourself" she stated glaring at him but looking very tired.
"We were under the impression that Sark was with you"
AN2/ please review this is my first fic and if you don't like it than I won't add anything to it, and it's unlikely I'll write more at all. Criticism does wonders :)