Disclaimer: I do not own ALIAS because if I did the third season would never have happened, Lena Olin would have been kidnapped if that's what it took to keep her on the show, and I would marry Will.

Summary: What if Syd and all her friends had lived this espionage life in high school? What if Syd had been a freshman in high school, not college when she was recruited? What if the CIA gave her assignments from a dance school? What if while Syd was dealing with Home Ec with Francie and running track with Will she had to deal with SD-6 operations and running from bad guys, all before her bed time? Well, it may sound preposterous and make no sense, but hey I'm bored and sick with the third season, so there.

Ch. 1 "And So It Begins"

Sydney kicked the locker for the third consecutive time. Although, it hadn't worked before maybe the third time's a charm. It wasn't.

"This cannot be happening.....not again," Sydney mumbled to herself.

"Can I help?" asked a voice.

Sydney turned around. Good old janitor Khaza....whatever. He was always there when her locker went psycho.

"There you go," he said, as he opened the locker.

"Thank you, Mr. Khaza..."

"A lot of people have trouble with it," he said cutting her off. "You can just call me the man," he said jokingly. Then he sauntered away with a mischievous smile and twinkle in his eye.

Sydney glanced at the clock and grabbed her book as she scrambled to make it to her next class. She made it just as the bell rang, probably due to those extra track practices she had somehow fit into her busy schedule, and took a seat next to her crush, Danny.

The teacher, Mr. Pool, drowned on and on and finally got around to the dreaded assignment which was to read the whole chapter and do all the section reviews. Sydney groaned. As if she didn't have enough to do already. She still had to finish that science project with Francie, read the rest of "David Copperfield", write an essay on a topic she hadn't even picked yet, go to a "Debate Meeting", and plan her father's surprise birthday party. The last of which she was ecstatic about. She hadn't seen her father for at least four months and he had just called a few nights ago to tell her he was coming back to Los Angeles for some business meetings and would be home for awhile. He had been overseas selling airplane parts to some company and now he was coming home! Of course, Jack hadn't mentioned his birthday, probably had forgot about it himself, and had said he was just coming home to get some sleep. So he was probably going to be thrilled at the prospect of a bunch of people surprising him for his birthday. The only problem was Syd didn't know anyone to invite, at least not any grownups. She was thinking about inviting Francie and Will, but then she found out Francie had to get braces on that day and Will was just plain scared of her dad. So that left her with zip. Maybe just her nanny and she could just throw the party for him, she thought. Except that wasn't very exciting and she wanted him to be proud of her. She was always trying to get his approval. She sent him her very best papers and newspaper clippings of her sports scores and theatrical performances. But nothing seemed good enough for the man. Although, he was distant and had no time for her, she idolized him. He seemed like a very important man, always being off on important meetings with foreign companies. She didn't do anything that important, well, one thing was sort of important. She wasn't suppose to tell anyone, but maybe this would be worthy of his appreciation.

She was snapped out of her day dream when Danny tapped her on the shoulder.

"Um, the bell's rung. Aren't you going to Algebra?"

"Oh, yeah. I just sorta....spaced out," Sydney finished lamely.

"Who wouldn't in Pool's class? That guy could bore us to death the way he goes on about government and stuff."

Sydney nodded in agreement. She got up and they walked together. Before they reached the class Danny stopped her.

"Sydney, I was wondering if....if you would...," he said stammering.

"Yes?" she asked inquisitively, hoping he was going to say what she had always hoped he would say to her.

"Are you going to the basket ball game Friday?"

Sydney felt a little left down, but it was better than nothing. She usually didn't go to sports games, but this was different. She was about to say yes when she realized that was the night her father was coming home.

"I can't. My father's coming home and I'm throwing a party for him," Sydney explained.

"Oh," Danny responded, looking a little let down, "that's really nice of you."

"You could come, if you want, unless you were really wanting to go to the game," Syd asked, hoping she didn't sound as pathetic as she thought.

"That'd be cool. I'll be there," Danny said, giving her a big smile.

Just then the bell suddenly rang and all Syd could do was whisper a hurried great while they raced to their seats.

In his office, a worried look spread over the principal's face. It was obvious Sydney had a crush on this boy. That could interfere with the "debate team". If she began dating him or any other boy, she might put that above her other priorities or worse she might reveal some "debating secrets".

Just then the secretary walked in. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's a phone call for you."

He nodded and picked up the phone.

"Yes, this is Sloane."

"Are you out of your mind or are you just a deranged lunatic?" Francie yelled.

Sydney knew Francie wouldn't go along with it, but she didn't think Francie'd get this upset. She didn't even know why she told her, Francie was going to be gone anyhow. But she wanted her father's party to be a success now more than ever since Danny was going to be there. She needed someone to bounce ideas off. But Francie was just squashing them.

"What makes you think you're dad's gonna be pleased with a party, when he's never been pleased with anything else you've ever done? I don't say this about most people, well hardly anyone that doesn't deserve it, but your dad, Jack, is a jacka..."

Sydney, knowing what was coming, stopped Francie before she could utter the last syllable.

"I know you don't like him, but.....well come to think of it I don't really like him either, but I do love him and I want him to be proud of me."

"I'm sure he cares about you Syd, in his own bizarre, twisted, abnormal, peculiar, demented way."

By this time Francie and Sydney were laughing so hard they didn't even hear Syd's nanny walk in the room.

"There's a call for you Sydney."

Sydney excused herself and was still out of breath from laughing when she picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Sydney?"

Sydney didn't recognize the voice on the other end of the phone, yet it faintly sounded familiar, if that makes any sense. The woman had an accent, Sydney couldn't tell exactly what, though.

"Yes, I'm Sydney. May I ask who is speaking?"

She heard a pause on the other end and then when the voice spoke this time there was no accent.

"You probably wouldn't know me. I worked with your mother at the university."

"Really!" Sydney could hardly contain her excitement. "What was she like?" Sydney knew it sounded childish, but she couldn't help herself.

"You...you don't remember her?" The voice seemed to be faltering.

"I don't suppose you would," the voice continued. "She left...I mean died when you were six." After that the voice just stopped.

"Um, I'm glad you called, but why exactly did you?" Sydney was feeling a little bit uneasy.

"I just was wondering how you and Jack, your father, were doing?"

"I'm doing good and so is my father. He's having a birthday this Friday." Suddenly Syd had an idea. "You should come."

Syd heard a sharp intake of breath.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Sydney."

"Please. I don't have any of my father's friends coming. I mean I'm sure he has friends, but I just don't know who they are. I'm sure he would love to see you."

"I'll think about it," then a little hesitantly the voice added, "I could tell you who some of his friends are or at least the one's I knew about."

Sydney stayed on the phone a few minutes longer, taking down names and phone numbers. When she hung up she felt better. Although they hadn't talked about her mom, she felt as if she had gotten closer to her mother, talking to a close friend of hers. She sincerely hoped the woman would come and then they could talk about her mother. She also felt good about the fact that she had a list of people to come to the party. Maybe, it would be a success after all.