Sydney Dearest
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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Mother's Worry~
"Sydney dear, I don't want you to do this anymore." Sydney looked up from the folder in front of her.
"Please mom, could be please talk about this when I get back?" Sydney stood up rolling her eyes as she put her file inside her suitcase. It was the same thing over and over for the past month.
"I don't even know if you'll ever be coming back. You don't want this life Sydney. You deserve a normal life, I want you to leave the organization."
"If you didn't want me to live this life, then why did you take me? You could have just left me with dad." Irina Derevko's eyes started to water. It seemed like yesterday when she left Jack Bristow and took their only daughter with her. She could barely stand leaving Jack, nevertheless Sydney. So she was selfish and took Sydney with her convinced that it was for Sydney's best. Not only recently had she realized that she could never be more wrong. Her daughter was tangled in an endless web of deceit and lies. Irina knew that if her daughter didn't get out of that web now, she would never get out just like her. She didn't want Sydney have to make the same bad decisions she had thirty years earlier.
"I made a very bad decision. I didn't want to lose my only daughter. Sydney I didn't think if you would ever come into my world like this. I just wanted you there when I came home, just you and your innocent self."
"Can't you see I'm not innocent anymore? I seen things that can never be erased, but Mom, you've done a great thing for me. You introduced me to Rambaldi. We are so close to finding the most powerful weapon ever imagined. Think of what we can do? We can get rid of the Alliance; we can get rid of the CIA. How many of our agents have they killed? How many of our people have they brainwashed to turn against us? Only we know the truth about the CIA. We know their motives, and soon, we'll be able to stop them." How ever did her daughter grow so passionate about the organization? It was same passion she recognized thirty years before, herself.
"There are always many sides to a story Sydney. It is only until you have heard both ends, will you be able to decide." Sydney's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean? You taught me this. All I know is from you, are you saying that what you've told me has all been a lie?"
Irina didn't answer, after I while she finally said, "You should be on the plane soon. Gook luck." And she left. Sydney sighed heavily and zipped up her bag. When she turned around to leave she saw a familiar face.
"Quite ready yet darling? I saw your mother walking out of your room with a less than content circumstance. I hope your quarrel with your mother won't effect the mission."
"Andrew, it's fine. We need to go." She gave him a weak smile and walked out to the car without another word. He soon followed and soon they were on their way. For a brief while there was what seemed like uncomfortable silence.
"Did you review the mission?" Andrew asked suddenly. Sydney could only nod. "This should a piece of cake. I'm not even sure why your mother even wanted to give us this mission."
"She wants me to get out, Andrew. She's finally decided that I was better off with my dad."
"What?" He turned to look at her for a brief second but then turned back to steering and parked the car. Both got out and grabbed their bags.
"What are you going to do? You can't leave Sydney. We need you, I need you." He quickly dropped his bag and took her in his arms. "Sydney, I love you. I wouldn't know what to do without you." He whispered. She could only smiled, nodding, with a verge of tears coming on. She put her arms around him and lightly stroked his hair, then whispered back, "I love you too." Completely happy, he quickly brushed his lips against hers. Soon their kiss was intensifying, causing Andrew to pull back. "Come.on, we have to get on that plane," he managed to say being out of breath. She nodded happily and they went aboard.
Los Angeles, CIA Operations Center
"Agent Vaughn, there's a debrief in ten minutes with Kendall." Agent Michel Vaughn nodded without looking up from his desk. It had been a hard week for Michel. His asset had screwed up another mission, his girlfriend was asking him questions again, and his best friend kept jumping on his back about his girlfriend. It wasn't Alice's fault. She was entitled to her suspicions, why couldn't Weiss accept that.
Now, there was a debriefing to sit through. He was sure it was about the failures of his asset Carlos. He didn't understand why Kendall was even giving him missions anymore. It wasn't his fault that Carlos was an immature, egotistical pretty boy. He even wore his hair in a ponytail thinking he was the most beautiful man in the world. This of course not only reflected Carlos' reputation, but his also. All he could do was hope for was either his transfer, or Carlos'. Carlos had only been his asset for a few months, but Vaughn was sure that within the little time Carlos had lost all Vaughn's chances of being promoted for a few years.
"Agent Vaughn, they're waiting for you." He shook the thoughts from his head and walked over the debriefing room.
"So glad for you to join us Agent Vaughn, if you'll have a seat, we can begin. Ladies and gentlemen, I like'd you to meet Andrew David Sark. From our sources, he is known to be the right hand man of Irina Derevko. Unfortunately, that is the only thing we know about him. He has been seen numerous times with Irina and.." He pushed a button and appeared a young, beautiful woman with brown hair down to her shoulders. Vaughn could hear Carlos and a couple of other agents snicker in the corner. He shook his head in disgust. How could anyone let such an idiot become an agent?
"Sydney Bristow," Kendall paused and briefly looked at Jack. He had a straight face making sure no one could see the slightest emotion. "Sydney here, as you probably have already figured out, is Agent Bristow's daughter. In just the past few years Sydney has, as we believe, gone up in the ranks. We find her on more missions with Irina and Sark. We have Intel that they will be flying the Italy this afternoon to retrieve a Rambaldi manuscript. Agent Jackson, you and Agent Ramirez will be paired up for this mission. You will meet at the museum at nine o'clock tonight. Make sure that you have clear view of all entrances. We believe that Sark and Sydney will be arriving around ten, but we're not sure, so be ready at nine thirty. Once you've caught sight of them, move in. I want them in CIA custody by tomorrow. Agent Vaughn, you'll be on comm. links, I want you packing too. Good luck agents. That's all." Everyone started shuffling out with the busy talk of the mission.
"Man! This is so great, a trip to Italy and a hot babe!" Carlos said to Agent Jackson. Vaughn sighed heavily leaning back into his chair. Not only did he have to explain this to Alice, but he'd be stuck on the plane with the worlds biggest imbeciles for the next two days.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not have the pleasure holding the ownership of the characters and ideas of Alias.
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Mother's Worry~
"Sydney dear, I don't want you to do this anymore." Sydney looked up from the folder in front of her.
"Please mom, could be please talk about this when I get back?" Sydney stood up rolling her eyes as she put her file inside her suitcase. It was the same thing over and over for the past month.
"I don't even know if you'll ever be coming back. You don't want this life Sydney. You deserve a normal life, I want you to leave the organization."
"If you didn't want me to live this life, then why did you take me? You could have just left me with dad." Irina Derevko's eyes started to water. It seemed like yesterday when she left Jack Bristow and took their only daughter with her. She could barely stand leaving Jack, nevertheless Sydney. So she was selfish and took Sydney with her convinced that it was for Sydney's best. Not only recently had she realized that she could never be more wrong. Her daughter was tangled in an endless web of deceit and lies. Irina knew that if her daughter didn't get out of that web now, she would never get out just like her. She didn't want Sydney have to make the same bad decisions she had thirty years earlier.
"I made a very bad decision. I didn't want to lose my only daughter. Sydney I didn't think if you would ever come into my world like this. I just wanted you there when I came home, just you and your innocent self."
"Can't you see I'm not innocent anymore? I seen things that can never be erased, but Mom, you've done a great thing for me. You introduced me to Rambaldi. We are so close to finding the most powerful weapon ever imagined. Think of what we can do? We can get rid of the Alliance; we can get rid of the CIA. How many of our agents have they killed? How many of our people have they brainwashed to turn against us? Only we know the truth about the CIA. We know their motives, and soon, we'll be able to stop them." How ever did her daughter grow so passionate about the organization? It was same passion she recognized thirty years before, herself.
"There are always many sides to a story Sydney. It is only until you have heard both ends, will you be able to decide." Sydney's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean? You taught me this. All I know is from you, are you saying that what you've told me has all been a lie?"
Irina didn't answer, after I while she finally said, "You should be on the plane soon. Gook luck." And she left. Sydney sighed heavily and zipped up her bag. When she turned around to leave she saw a familiar face.
"Quite ready yet darling? I saw your mother walking out of your room with a less than content circumstance. I hope your quarrel with your mother won't effect the mission."
"Andrew, it's fine. We need to go." She gave him a weak smile and walked out to the car without another word. He soon followed and soon they were on their way. For a brief while there was what seemed like uncomfortable silence.
"Did you review the mission?" Andrew asked suddenly. Sydney could only nod. "This should a piece of cake. I'm not even sure why your mother even wanted to give us this mission."
"She wants me to get out, Andrew. She's finally decided that I was better off with my dad."
"What?" He turned to look at her for a brief second but then turned back to steering and parked the car. Both got out and grabbed their bags.
"What are you going to do? You can't leave Sydney. We need you, I need you." He quickly dropped his bag and took her in his arms. "Sydney, I love you. I wouldn't know what to do without you." He whispered. She could only smiled, nodding, with a verge of tears coming on. She put her arms around him and lightly stroked his hair, then whispered back, "I love you too." Completely happy, he quickly brushed his lips against hers. Soon their kiss was intensifying, causing Andrew to pull back. "Come.on, we have to get on that plane," he managed to say being out of breath. She nodded happily and they went aboard.
Los Angeles, CIA Operations Center
"Agent Vaughn, there's a debrief in ten minutes with Kendall." Agent Michel Vaughn nodded without looking up from his desk. It had been a hard week for Michel. His asset had screwed up another mission, his girlfriend was asking him questions again, and his best friend kept jumping on his back about his girlfriend. It wasn't Alice's fault. She was entitled to her suspicions, why couldn't Weiss accept that.
Now, there was a debriefing to sit through. He was sure it was about the failures of his asset Carlos. He didn't understand why Kendall was even giving him missions anymore. It wasn't his fault that Carlos was an immature, egotistical pretty boy. He even wore his hair in a ponytail thinking he was the most beautiful man in the world. This of course not only reflected Carlos' reputation, but his also. All he could do was hope for was either his transfer, or Carlos'. Carlos had only been his asset for a few months, but Vaughn was sure that within the little time Carlos had lost all Vaughn's chances of being promoted for a few years.
"Agent Vaughn, they're waiting for you." He shook the thoughts from his head and walked over the debriefing room.
"So glad for you to join us Agent Vaughn, if you'll have a seat, we can begin. Ladies and gentlemen, I like'd you to meet Andrew David Sark. From our sources, he is known to be the right hand man of Irina Derevko. Unfortunately, that is the only thing we know about him. He has been seen numerous times with Irina and.." He pushed a button and appeared a young, beautiful woman with brown hair down to her shoulders. Vaughn could hear Carlos and a couple of other agents snicker in the corner. He shook his head in disgust. How could anyone let such an idiot become an agent?
"Sydney Bristow," Kendall paused and briefly looked at Jack. He had a straight face making sure no one could see the slightest emotion. "Sydney here, as you probably have already figured out, is Agent Bristow's daughter. In just the past few years Sydney has, as we believe, gone up in the ranks. We find her on more missions with Irina and Sark. We have Intel that they will be flying the Italy this afternoon to retrieve a Rambaldi manuscript. Agent Jackson, you and Agent Ramirez will be paired up for this mission. You will meet at the museum at nine o'clock tonight. Make sure that you have clear view of all entrances. We believe that Sark and Sydney will be arriving around ten, but we're not sure, so be ready at nine thirty. Once you've caught sight of them, move in. I want them in CIA custody by tomorrow. Agent Vaughn, you'll be on comm. links, I want you packing too. Good luck agents. That's all." Everyone started shuffling out with the busy talk of the mission.
"Man! This is so great, a trip to Italy and a hot babe!" Carlos said to Agent Jackson. Vaughn sighed heavily leaning back into his chair. Not only did he have to explain this to Alice, but he'd be stuck on the plane with the worlds biggest imbeciles for the next two days.