Title: Consequences
Author: Lady of the Night
Summary: Sydney Bristow- CIA double agent or aspiring English teacher? What would happen if she'd chosen differently? (Told in the same format as "Sliding Doors")
Author's Note: I originally posted this under a different name, but took it off because I didn't like it. Now I've rewritten it, and am willing to give it another shot. Oh, and I apologise for any potential discrepancies, as I don't have a beta reader at the moment.
Disclaimer: Don't own Alias, would sell it if I did because I really need the money.
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*Sydney Bristow, Aged 19*
Sydney Anne Bristow wandered aimlessly through the grounds of the university, not really paying attention to where she was going. It wasn't until a football flew past her face that she even looked up at her surroundings. Somehow, without her noticing, she had ended up right next to her favourite table on the outskirts of the quad. She pulled the heavy bag off her shoulder, sighing in relief as she dropped it on the table. The owner of the football jogged past and waved at her. She smiled and waved back before sitting at the table, placing her coffee down carefully and dumping her bag on the table. Then she dug through it, searching for her notes.
She was deeply engrossed in her study when a hand appeared in front of her vision. She pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear and looked up at the hand. She followed the hand up a black sleeve and into the body of a man in a dark suit standing there. She frowned up at his face, squinting into the sun.
"We've been watching you, Ms Bristow," he stated. Sydney felt shocked- how did he know her name?
"We think you're just what we need. Give us a call," he said, waving a business card in her face. Sydney took it and read it briefly. Embossed on one side where a series of numbers- possibly the phone number. She looked up but the man was gone…
*Sydney*
Sydney stuffed the card into her bag and tried to keep studying, but the man had completely broken her concentration. She sighed, deciding that she'd never get any work done after that kind of interruption, so she went back home. Dropping her keys on the table by the door, she pulled her bag off her shoulder and spread its contents over the dining table.
The card spilled out along with a considerably large pile of loose-leaf paper with nonsensical scribbling on it. She picked it up and re-read the number, running a slender finger along it. For some reason, this didn't seem like a scam. All she had to do was ring the number; it wasn't like they wanted her credit card details or anything. She shrugged and walked over to the phone, carefully punching in the numbers and wondering what she was getting herself in for.
*Syd*
Syd tried to keep studying, but the man had completely broken her concentration. She sighed and glanced over to her empty coffee cup. There was an excuse to take a break. She stuffed all her things back into her bag and picked up her empty coffee cup. The card fell out of her bag, and she glanced down at it. She picked it up and re-read it, running a slender finger along the numbers. Then her grip on it tightened. She tore it into shreds, tossing the debris into a nearby bin.
She headed straight back home, dropping her keys haphazardly on the table and throwing her backpack into the corner of her room. She meandered into the kitchen, pulled open the depressingly empty fridge, and sighed. She'd never liked grocery shopping.
Author's Note: So, what did you think? Good, bad, ugly? I'm really self conscious about my work, I need some form of feedback or I get really depressed and stop writing.
