Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. All the characters so far belong to the creaters, except for Kevin Johnson, he's mine.

How It Should Have Been
Prologue: In the beginning

It all started 8 years ago. I was at a club with my best friends Francie and Will. We were out on the dance floor having a great time when all of a sudden this guy walked up to me and asked me if he could talk to me. I said sure and we went over to the bar. We both ordered a single shot of scotch from the bar. While we were waiting for the bartender to get us our drinks, I noticed that this guy was not the average guy you would see in a bar. He was wearing a suit, his hair was perfect, and he was acting like a gentleman. So after we got our drinks, I asked him the first of many questions.
"So why, out of all the hot woman here, do you want to talk to me?" Sydney questioned a little suspiciously.
"First of all, my name is Kevin Johnson, second, you are just as gorgeous as the other woman in this room." Replied Kevin.
"Ok, but that still does not answer my first question." Countered Sydney.
"Well, I was wondering if you would like to become a full fledged, kick-ass agent of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). You would get to see the world, meet new people, kick some ass, you know the usual." Replied Kevin nonchalantly.
"What? You have got to be kidding. I mean that's just crazy. Francie and Will put you up to this, didn't they. Ok Francie, Will, you can come out now!" Sydney exclaimed as she started to walk away.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, I don't even know who Francie and will are. I am being completely truthful. The CIA thinks that you fit perfect criteria. You're abnormally smart, top runner in your class, can speak several languages, and you make friends really easily." Kevin countered back. "Now I need to leave, I have already been here to long. So here's my card, you can call me whenever you make up your mind. If you could make it up within the next week, that would be great. When and if you call, just ask for me, and they will patch you through. Goodbye, oh, have a nice night." And just like he appeared, he disappeared without a trace.
After sitting on the barstool for a few minutes in shock, I walked back to my friends on the dance floor.
"Hey guys, um I have to go," Sydney paused, "I just realized that I have a paper due tomorrow." Sydney said in a dazed voice
"Ok, but don't stay up to late." Answered Francie. "We're suppose to go shopping tomorrow.
"Ok, see you tomorrow." Sydney called back as she walked away.
With that said, I walked out the door to my car. On the drive home, all I could think about was 'is this really happening to me'.
Now this is my story. About how I, Sydney Ann Bristow, became a kick-ass agent for the Central Intelligence Agency.

Author Note:

I would like to thank Harpie for helping me set this up anf for editting the story so far. i would also like to thank sharon for reading the first couple of chapters and liking it so much that she had me continue to write more.

Now I do except all kinds of reviews. Just keep in mind this is my first story ever.