Disclaimer: I don't own Alias. Nor any of these characters (though I wish I
did!) Please don't sue!
Summary: What happens when our favourite agents get a visit from their devils and angels?
A/N: Hello. Am back again with yet another f/f. Got bored during business studies, so I had the choice to bore my eye out with my pen or write something. (And for those of you who haven't guessed which I choose, then I can tell you now that I have both healthy eyes!) Promised my next f/f would be happier and it is. Not to be taken seriously. Only really wrote this to save myself from boredom! Please R&R. ENJOY!
Welcome to Sydney Bristow's bedroom. It's 1.30 am and whilst the rest of LA lies in sleep, our favourite double agent is wide-awake. She is having problems sleeping, because she has something on her mind. Well really it's someone. Can you guess who it is? (Here's a hint: it's NOT her mum, her dad or any member of her dysfunctional family, Sloane, Will, Francie, Sark, Dixon, Emily, Weiss, Marshall, Haladki, Barnett, Devlin, Danny, her English professor, Rambaldi, Anna, any other member of SD-6, a waiter at Francie's restaurant, a student on campus, a dead body or an enemy.) Do you know who it is? (Another hint: it's the love of her life. Her incredibly gorgeous handler, who can never 'handle' her (tehee). And she can never be with him or tell him how she feels, because of damn protocol!) Still don't know who it is? (Author hits reader over the head, screaming "HELLO! Don't you watch Alias? Has your last brain cell gone and died of loneliness?!". Author has now been sedated and put back in their straight jacket, so are now writing this with their feet. Very talented Author!)
Let's see what our favourite spy is thinking: 'Damn protocol! If it wasn't there I could be with the Vaughn. Who is the love of my life and the one person I can't be with and who is so hot, that you start drooling when you see his hands, dumb reader who didn't get the hints! I can't talk to Francie about how I feel, Will will be jealous, my mum is the evil bitch monster from hell, my dad is, well, my dad, Sloane and Devlin would kill him and me too (Sloane, literally. Devlin metaphorically). The only person I can talk to about my feelings is Vaughn and he's the one that I'm feeling for! Errrrrrrrr! But Wait! (Light bulb lights up above Sydney's head.) I could screw protocol and tell him.'
Suddenly there is a puff of smoke on either side of Sydney's head. On the right side we have Angel Sydney, complete with harp and halo. On the other side we have Devil Sydney, complete with horns and a pitchfork.
Devil Sydney : "Yes that's it. Screw protocol. I mean what has it ever done for you, apart from keeping you alive and apart from that hottie of a handler of yours. You go girl!"
Angel Sydney : "I must protest. To break protocol would be wrong. You'll put everyone's lives at risk. Plus you'll piss off the CIA."
Sydney (confused): "I thought angels didn't swear?"
A.S: "Nope. We've modernised. We even get to wear high healed boots now."
Lifts up robe to show a pair of very classy gold and white high healed boots.
Syd & D.S: "Ooooo."
D.S: "But come off it feather brains. Have you ever seen Vaughn? He's smoking."
D.S licks her finger, which steams when she raises it in the air.
A.S: "Yeh. He's got a great ass."
D.S: "And legs."
A.S: "And smile, with beautiful dimples."
D.S: "Plus ladies, we are talking about a good package here. With full ammo!"
D.S and A.S continue to discuss Vaughn's good points (this conversation could last an eternity.). Our favourite spy's head is now spinning. So she raises her hands to shut them up.
Sydney: "What are you trying to say?"
A.S: "Screw protocol."
D.S: "Yeh."
D.S & Syd: "HUH?!"
A.S: "Well he's the love of your life and one in a million, trust me on that one hon. And love conquers all, which is a good thing. So you go for it!"
D.S: "So breaking protocol is a good thing, because it's for love? But not breaking protocol is also a good thing, because you're sticking to the rules?"
D.S thinks for a bit, and then glares at A.S. D.S: "I can't win, can I?"
A.S shakes her head with a smug grin on her face. D.S sits sulkily on Sydney's shoulder.
Syd: "Ok, so time out. What are you two saying I should do?"
D.S & A.S: "Don't ask us. Do we look like we have all the answers? Please!"
Both disappear in a puff of smoke. An even more confused Sydney sinks back down into bed.
Syd (sarcastically): "Thanks guys. You've helped soooo much!"
She then hits her head against the bedpost. Poor thing, what is she to do?
A/N: So what do you think? Do you want to know what Vaughn's devil and angel have to say about his feelings? Please review. It'll give me inspiration. Plus I might type quicker if I can just get out of this pesky straight jacket...
Summary: What happens when our favourite agents get a visit from their devils and angels?
A/N: Hello. Am back again with yet another f/f. Got bored during business studies, so I had the choice to bore my eye out with my pen or write something. (And for those of you who haven't guessed which I choose, then I can tell you now that I have both healthy eyes!) Promised my next f/f would be happier and it is. Not to be taken seriously. Only really wrote this to save myself from boredom! Please R&R. ENJOY!
Welcome to Sydney Bristow's bedroom. It's 1.30 am and whilst the rest of LA lies in sleep, our favourite double agent is wide-awake. She is having problems sleeping, because she has something on her mind. Well really it's someone. Can you guess who it is? (Here's a hint: it's NOT her mum, her dad or any member of her dysfunctional family, Sloane, Will, Francie, Sark, Dixon, Emily, Weiss, Marshall, Haladki, Barnett, Devlin, Danny, her English professor, Rambaldi, Anna, any other member of SD-6, a waiter at Francie's restaurant, a student on campus, a dead body or an enemy.) Do you know who it is? (Another hint: it's the love of her life. Her incredibly gorgeous handler, who can never 'handle' her (tehee). And she can never be with him or tell him how she feels, because of damn protocol!) Still don't know who it is? (Author hits reader over the head, screaming "HELLO! Don't you watch Alias? Has your last brain cell gone and died of loneliness?!". Author has now been sedated and put back in their straight jacket, so are now writing this with their feet. Very talented Author!)
Let's see what our favourite spy is thinking: 'Damn protocol! If it wasn't there I could be with the Vaughn. Who is the love of my life and the one person I can't be with and who is so hot, that you start drooling when you see his hands, dumb reader who didn't get the hints! I can't talk to Francie about how I feel, Will will be jealous, my mum is the evil bitch monster from hell, my dad is, well, my dad, Sloane and Devlin would kill him and me too (Sloane, literally. Devlin metaphorically). The only person I can talk to about my feelings is Vaughn and he's the one that I'm feeling for! Errrrrrrrr! But Wait! (Light bulb lights up above Sydney's head.) I could screw protocol and tell him.'
Suddenly there is a puff of smoke on either side of Sydney's head. On the right side we have Angel Sydney, complete with harp and halo. On the other side we have Devil Sydney, complete with horns and a pitchfork.
Devil Sydney : "Yes that's it. Screw protocol. I mean what has it ever done for you, apart from keeping you alive and apart from that hottie of a handler of yours. You go girl!"
Angel Sydney : "I must protest. To break protocol would be wrong. You'll put everyone's lives at risk. Plus you'll piss off the CIA."
Sydney (confused): "I thought angels didn't swear?"
A.S: "Nope. We've modernised. We even get to wear high healed boots now."
Lifts up robe to show a pair of very classy gold and white high healed boots.
Syd & D.S: "Ooooo."
D.S: "But come off it feather brains. Have you ever seen Vaughn? He's smoking."
D.S licks her finger, which steams when she raises it in the air.
A.S: "Yeh. He's got a great ass."
D.S: "And legs."
A.S: "And smile, with beautiful dimples."
D.S: "Plus ladies, we are talking about a good package here. With full ammo!"
D.S and A.S continue to discuss Vaughn's good points (this conversation could last an eternity.). Our favourite spy's head is now spinning. So she raises her hands to shut them up.
Sydney: "What are you trying to say?"
A.S: "Screw protocol."
D.S: "Yeh."
D.S & Syd: "HUH?!"
A.S: "Well he's the love of your life and one in a million, trust me on that one hon. And love conquers all, which is a good thing. So you go for it!"
D.S: "So breaking protocol is a good thing, because it's for love? But not breaking protocol is also a good thing, because you're sticking to the rules?"
D.S thinks for a bit, and then glares at A.S. D.S: "I can't win, can I?"
A.S shakes her head with a smug grin on her face. D.S sits sulkily on Sydney's shoulder.
Syd: "Ok, so time out. What are you two saying I should do?"
D.S & A.S: "Don't ask us. Do we look like we have all the answers? Please!"
Both disappear in a puff of smoke. An even more confused Sydney sinks back down into bed.
Syd (sarcastically): "Thanks guys. You've helped soooo much!"
She then hits her head against the bedpost. Poor thing, what is she to do?
A/N: So what do you think? Do you want to know what Vaughn's devil and angel have to say about his feelings? Please review. It'll give me inspiration. Plus I might type quicker if I can just get out of this pesky straight jacket...