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whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc. So I own
the plot which isn't that original and a few characters.
Feedback: Yes, please, it really makes my day well besides coffee.
Spoilers: Unless Vaughn is ********* sometime soon, then no.
Summary: SD-6 has been eliminated (it's a week after). What if Sydney now led a normal life? But would that normal life include Vaughn?
Author's Note: I LIVE IN BROOKLYN, NEW YORK SO DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT NY!!! See ya later and please review!
* * * * * Chapter 1 ... A Few Hours Away * * * * *
Outside it was raining. But Sydney Bristow could have cared less. She was on a mission. A mission to start a new life. She stepped off the airport curb and clambered into a waiting taxi.
"Where to miss?" grinned the driver in a classic New York accent.
"Park Slope, Brooklyn," she sighed.
They weaved their way through the heavy traffic and final past Grand Army Plaza. Soon she'd would be home. Technically it wasn't really home. Just a few floors and walls, some windows, but it was empty. No Francie to greet her at the door or Will to play Scrabble with. And definitely no Vaughn. Even then he was never actually inside her house. She winced at the thought of Vaughn. It seemed so long ago, even though she left L.A. a few hours before.
* * * Flashback * * *
Sydney was sitting in the debriefing room listening to Arvin Sloane drone on about the latest Ramboldi artifact. Of course, she didn't say anything and just nodded. Looking around the room she scanned Dixon listening intently and Marshall hovering near the corner preparing to go on in five.
". so Sydney you and Dixon, will retrieve the manuscript in Sri Lanka at Mr. Wok's dinner banquet . Marshall?" Sloane concluded.
"Oh yes. Umm now where is it. Here it is," exclaimed Marshall as he picked up a tiara and place it on his head, "An fine work of art made of diamonds of course."
"Ahem" glared Sloane.
"Right moving on." He removed it and pointed to the tip of the tiara. " Right here is a decoder for the safe. Just insert it into the wall unit and poof the numbers show up on the screen where the headband is. Now to the next piece, a pair of diamond studs that are not only fashionable, but transmitters. You know, Spy cell phones-" he chortled.
But before he could continue, a swat team broke into the office shouting orders. One handcuffed Sloane, who was muttering something. Sydney just sat there too stunned to move. There, she was approached by a CIA swat team member who removed his visor. Sydney smiled as she looked deeply into those emeralds and gently allowed him to handcuff her.
Outside the building, news crews swarmed over to Sloane and didn't notice the super spy climb into a police car only escorted by her handler. Finally a few blocks away, Vaughn broke the silence.
"Syd?"
"Mmm" she responded dreamily.
"Its over. You're free."
She gave him her famous dimple smile and happily affirmed, "It's good to be free."
"You hungry? 'Cause I know this great pizzeria a few blocks from here," he stumbled over the words as if he were a high school boy asking her to the prom.
"Joey's Pizza" she chuckled.
"Yeah, were could get a pie you know, unless you rather get -" he babbled
"The famous Joey's Pizza. Me and Francie have been getting their calls for years. Now why wouldn't I want to confront these insomniacs," she laughed at their inside joke.
"Pizza it is then," stated Vaughn as he looked forwarded to his first date with Sydney Bristow.
They pulled up to a small hole in the wall pizzeria and sat Sydney down as Vaughn got their pie. She had on a goofy smile as waited impatiently for her life to start one more time.
Vaughn put the pie down on the table and sat in the booth across from her. "Hi, I'm Michael Vaughn, just ordinary Michael who currently is available.
Sydney giggled and caught onto the game. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow, just plain old boring Syd."
"I wouldn't find your boring believe me," he flirted with her.
"Oh so would you prefer if I was super spy Sydney who could kick your sleezy ass," she cooed.
And for the next two hours they sat and became reacquainted. She learn he was born in France and had a sister. He heard Sydney whine about her poor cat, named after the toilet paper man Mr. Whipple, who died to so called "mysterious" reasons. They talked of their friends and of high school, where Sydney gasped to find out that Michael was a complete nerd. He provoked her about probably being a cheerleader only to be light punched and hear "Are you KIDDING? I was the Captian of the Cheerleading squad, not just any cheerleader." Eventually, it got dark and a pizzaman calmly told them it was closing time. The picked up their belonging and marched outside.
"Well, Michael as much as I have enjoyed this date," and she stressed the word Date, "Francie probably watched the news and thinks I'm in jail."
"I guess this is the end, Miss Bristow," he held out his hand.
She noticed his hand, but thought of something better. She cooed "All I get is a handshake, I've waited 4 years, I think I deserve a bit more, Mr. Vaughn."
He gave her his trademark smile and leaned forward and kissed her. It was sweet and passionate, everything they dreamed for. After a few seconds he pulled away much to Sydney's disappointment. Seeing her frown, he remarked, "Hey, look what you get to look forward to for our second date." And with that he climbed into his car and drove out of sight.
Love-struck, Sydney walked home under the stars only to find a worried Francie glaring at her from the front door.
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The flashback hasn't finished yet see our next chapter in a few days. Every three days I will update and present you loyal S/V shippers with a piece of heavenly goodness.
~Stephanie
Feedback: Yes, please, it really makes my day well besides coffee.
Spoilers: Unless Vaughn is ********* sometime soon, then no.
Summary: SD-6 has been eliminated (it's a week after). What if Sydney now led a normal life? But would that normal life include Vaughn?
Author's Note: I LIVE IN BROOKLYN, NEW YORK SO DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT NY!!! See ya later and please review!
* * * * * Chapter 1 ... A Few Hours Away * * * * *
Outside it was raining. But Sydney Bristow could have cared less. She was on a mission. A mission to start a new life. She stepped off the airport curb and clambered into a waiting taxi.
"Where to miss?" grinned the driver in a classic New York accent.
"Park Slope, Brooklyn," she sighed.
They weaved their way through the heavy traffic and final past Grand Army Plaza. Soon she'd would be home. Technically it wasn't really home. Just a few floors and walls, some windows, but it was empty. No Francie to greet her at the door or Will to play Scrabble with. And definitely no Vaughn. Even then he was never actually inside her house. She winced at the thought of Vaughn. It seemed so long ago, even though she left L.A. a few hours before.
* * * Flashback * * *
Sydney was sitting in the debriefing room listening to Arvin Sloane drone on about the latest Ramboldi artifact. Of course, she didn't say anything and just nodded. Looking around the room she scanned Dixon listening intently and Marshall hovering near the corner preparing to go on in five.
". so Sydney you and Dixon, will retrieve the manuscript in Sri Lanka at Mr. Wok's dinner banquet . Marshall?" Sloane concluded.
"Oh yes. Umm now where is it. Here it is," exclaimed Marshall as he picked up a tiara and place it on his head, "An fine work of art made of diamonds of course."
"Ahem" glared Sloane.
"Right moving on." He removed it and pointed to the tip of the tiara. " Right here is a decoder for the safe. Just insert it into the wall unit and poof the numbers show up on the screen where the headband is. Now to the next piece, a pair of diamond studs that are not only fashionable, but transmitters. You know, Spy cell phones-" he chortled.
But before he could continue, a swat team broke into the office shouting orders. One handcuffed Sloane, who was muttering something. Sydney just sat there too stunned to move. There, she was approached by a CIA swat team member who removed his visor. Sydney smiled as she looked deeply into those emeralds and gently allowed him to handcuff her.
Outside the building, news crews swarmed over to Sloane and didn't notice the super spy climb into a police car only escorted by her handler. Finally a few blocks away, Vaughn broke the silence.
"Syd?"
"Mmm" she responded dreamily.
"Its over. You're free."
She gave him her famous dimple smile and happily affirmed, "It's good to be free."
"You hungry? 'Cause I know this great pizzeria a few blocks from here," he stumbled over the words as if he were a high school boy asking her to the prom.
"Joey's Pizza" she chuckled.
"Yeah, were could get a pie you know, unless you rather get -" he babbled
"The famous Joey's Pizza. Me and Francie have been getting their calls for years. Now why wouldn't I want to confront these insomniacs," she laughed at their inside joke.
"Pizza it is then," stated Vaughn as he looked forwarded to his first date with Sydney Bristow.
They pulled up to a small hole in the wall pizzeria and sat Sydney down as Vaughn got their pie. She had on a goofy smile as waited impatiently for her life to start one more time.
Vaughn put the pie down on the table and sat in the booth across from her. "Hi, I'm Michael Vaughn, just ordinary Michael who currently is available.
Sydney giggled and caught onto the game. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow, just plain old boring Syd."
"I wouldn't find your boring believe me," he flirted with her.
"Oh so would you prefer if I was super spy Sydney who could kick your sleezy ass," she cooed.
And for the next two hours they sat and became reacquainted. She learn he was born in France and had a sister. He heard Sydney whine about her poor cat, named after the toilet paper man Mr. Whipple, who died to so called "mysterious" reasons. They talked of their friends and of high school, where Sydney gasped to find out that Michael was a complete nerd. He provoked her about probably being a cheerleader only to be light punched and hear "Are you KIDDING? I was the Captian of the Cheerleading squad, not just any cheerleader." Eventually, it got dark and a pizzaman calmly told them it was closing time. The picked up their belonging and marched outside.
"Well, Michael as much as I have enjoyed this date," and she stressed the word Date, "Francie probably watched the news and thinks I'm in jail."
"I guess this is the end, Miss Bristow," he held out his hand.
She noticed his hand, but thought of something better. She cooed "All I get is a handshake, I've waited 4 years, I think I deserve a bit more, Mr. Vaughn."
He gave her his trademark smile and leaned forward and kissed her. It was sweet and passionate, everything they dreamed for. After a few seconds he pulled away much to Sydney's disappointment. Seeing her frown, he remarked, "Hey, look what you get to look forward to for our second date." And with that he climbed into his car and drove out of sight.
Love-struck, Sydney walked home under the stars only to find a worried Francie glaring at her from the front door.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The flashback hasn't finished yet see our next chapter in a few days. Every three days I will update and present you loyal S/V shippers with a piece of heavenly goodness.
~Stephanie