Disclaimer: Alias is not owned by me. If it was, this wouldn't really be
fan fiction would it? Lol
Archive: Sure. Just send me a link
A/N: I don't usually say this, but I'm asking for no flames. This is my first Alias fan fiction so I'm not really used to writing for the show yet. Also, I haven't seen many episodes, so I'm still unclear on a few things. So please, criticism is accepted, but no flames. PS- This prologue is very VERY confusing. I'm warning you now. It will all make sense later in the story.
Thank yous: Thanx so much to Yana for letting me base a character on her when I know she didn't want me to and Shannon (Aliasangel) for reading and correcting this story so I wouldn't look stupid. Lol. Everyone read her stuff, it's good! :-) Thanks!!
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Prologue
*1972, Fleury, Normandy, France*
I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. They know who I am.
He thought once again, pacing back and forth in the darkened room. He knew what would happen if he stayed here. They'd all be caught. But if he could escape in secret... change his identity... leave the place he called home and take his children with him... he might stand a chance. He'd have to leave his wife. She was safe. They wouldn't touch her for fear of attracting attention. But children were kidnapped all the time. That would point no fingers at them. He knew their logic. And so, staring at his two peacefully sleeping twins, their similar three year old features glowing softly in the pale moonlight, he knew what he had to do.
Tip toeing quietly into his bedroom, he lightly kissed his sleeping wife on the cheek. "Goodbye, honey. I love you," he whispered, then went back to his children's room. He scooped the twin three year olds, boy and girl, out of their beds. They stirred and yawned, but stayed fast asleep.
He brought them slowly down the stairs and laid them on the table as he quickly scrawled a note.
Dear Wife,
I know this is sudden and confusing, but I'm afraid that I can't tell you much. The less you know the better. All I can say is that by the time you read this, I'll be long gone. I have taken the children with me. You will see them again as soon as it is safe, I promise. But I will not see you again, or if I do you will not see me. Just know that I love you and will think of you always. Goodbye.
Love,
Your Husband
Folding the note neatly in two and placing it on the table, he picked up the sleeping children and stepped out into the cool March air, shutting the door slowly behind.
They had been driving not too long when the sight of two car lights in the road approaching them stopped him. With a heavy heart, he knew he had been found. A man stepped out of the other car and smirked at him. "Agent Jeffons," he said.
"A- Agent Curry," Jeffons stuttered.
"I'm very sorry about this, Jeffons and I respect that you tried to escape. Morres, take the children." Curry signaled and another man exited the car and removed the two children from their father's arms. This time, they woke from their slumber and whined. Before they could wake the neighborhood, Morres set the twin three year olds in his car and slammed the door.
"Where should I take them?"
"We need complete secrecy. If by some miracle, one of these kids remembers this night, they can't have the other around to verify the memory. Bring the girl somewhere else....as far away as possible. The boy can go back home," Agent Curry demanded. Then he turned to Agent Jeffons.
In the dim streetlights, Curry's face glowed evil and menacing. The corners of his moth turned up in a small, sardonic smile. "I'm very sorry about this. But we both know it has to be done."
Jeffons's eyes widened as Curry's hand inched into his pocket. A moment later, two loud shots rang out into the quiet night.
THIRTY YEARS LATER (Taipei)
Michael Vaughn slammed up against the glass, water crushing him towards the door.
He watched, helpless and hopeful, as Sydney Bristow, the women he loved so much but couldn't tell her, attempted over and over to crash through the strong window with a fire extinguisher. She failed each time, sighing loudly in frustration. He motioned to her to go. Just go, save yourself. She didn't pay attention.
Water piled around him and his mind began to spin. Everything faded, darker and darker, and his fuzzy thoughts told him what was happening just before he slipped into unconsciousness. Sydney was being knocked out and lay sprawled across the floor. Please let her be okay. He thought. Someone carried her away. Vaughn's mind drifted, the last of his consciousness whirling away when...
BOOM!
A sudden wave of more water rushed against the door, exploding it outward on impact. The pressure was now too much for the door to hold, airtight locks or no. The wave spilled out into the now empty hallway, carrying a half conscious Vaughn with it. He gulped up a lungful of air, coughing and sputtering, but overjoyed for the breath of life. His lungs bursting, he fell back on the flooded tile floor, his dirty blonde hair sloshing in the water. He was alive. Alive, but in a deep, refreshing sleep.
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A/N: like it so far? I know you probably don't get the very beginning, but like I said, it'll come together later. Now please review but no flames :-)
Archive: Sure. Just send me a link
A/N: I don't usually say this, but I'm asking for no flames. This is my first Alias fan fiction so I'm not really used to writing for the show yet. Also, I haven't seen many episodes, so I'm still unclear on a few things. So please, criticism is accepted, but no flames. PS- This prologue is very VERY confusing. I'm warning you now. It will all make sense later in the story.
Thank yous: Thanx so much to Yana for letting me base a character on her when I know she didn't want me to and Shannon (Aliasangel) for reading and correcting this story so I wouldn't look stupid. Lol. Everyone read her stuff, it's good! :-) Thanks!!
********************************************************
Prologue
*1972, Fleury, Normandy, France*
I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. They know who I am.
He thought once again, pacing back and forth in the darkened room. He knew what would happen if he stayed here. They'd all be caught. But if he could escape in secret... change his identity... leave the place he called home and take his children with him... he might stand a chance. He'd have to leave his wife. She was safe. They wouldn't touch her for fear of attracting attention. But children were kidnapped all the time. That would point no fingers at them. He knew their logic. And so, staring at his two peacefully sleeping twins, their similar three year old features glowing softly in the pale moonlight, he knew what he had to do.
Tip toeing quietly into his bedroom, he lightly kissed his sleeping wife on the cheek. "Goodbye, honey. I love you," he whispered, then went back to his children's room. He scooped the twin three year olds, boy and girl, out of their beds. They stirred and yawned, but stayed fast asleep.
He brought them slowly down the stairs and laid them on the table as he quickly scrawled a note.
Dear Wife,
I know this is sudden and confusing, but I'm afraid that I can't tell you much. The less you know the better. All I can say is that by the time you read this, I'll be long gone. I have taken the children with me. You will see them again as soon as it is safe, I promise. But I will not see you again, or if I do you will not see me. Just know that I love you and will think of you always. Goodbye.
Love,
Your Husband
Folding the note neatly in two and placing it on the table, he picked up the sleeping children and stepped out into the cool March air, shutting the door slowly behind.
They had been driving not too long when the sight of two car lights in the road approaching them stopped him. With a heavy heart, he knew he had been found. A man stepped out of the other car and smirked at him. "Agent Jeffons," he said.
"A- Agent Curry," Jeffons stuttered.
"I'm very sorry about this, Jeffons and I respect that you tried to escape. Morres, take the children." Curry signaled and another man exited the car and removed the two children from their father's arms. This time, they woke from their slumber and whined. Before they could wake the neighborhood, Morres set the twin three year olds in his car and slammed the door.
"Where should I take them?"
"We need complete secrecy. If by some miracle, one of these kids remembers this night, they can't have the other around to verify the memory. Bring the girl somewhere else....as far away as possible. The boy can go back home," Agent Curry demanded. Then he turned to Agent Jeffons.
In the dim streetlights, Curry's face glowed evil and menacing. The corners of his moth turned up in a small, sardonic smile. "I'm very sorry about this. But we both know it has to be done."
Jeffons's eyes widened as Curry's hand inched into his pocket. A moment later, two loud shots rang out into the quiet night.
THIRTY YEARS LATER (Taipei)
Michael Vaughn slammed up against the glass, water crushing him towards the door.
He watched, helpless and hopeful, as Sydney Bristow, the women he loved so much but couldn't tell her, attempted over and over to crash through the strong window with a fire extinguisher. She failed each time, sighing loudly in frustration. He motioned to her to go. Just go, save yourself. She didn't pay attention.
Water piled around him and his mind began to spin. Everything faded, darker and darker, and his fuzzy thoughts told him what was happening just before he slipped into unconsciousness. Sydney was being knocked out and lay sprawled across the floor. Please let her be okay. He thought. Someone carried her away. Vaughn's mind drifted, the last of his consciousness whirling away when...
BOOM!
A sudden wave of more water rushed against the door, exploding it outward on impact. The pressure was now too much for the door to hold, airtight locks or no. The wave spilled out into the now empty hallway, carrying a half conscious Vaughn with it. He gulped up a lungful of air, coughing and sputtering, but overjoyed for the breath of life. His lungs bursting, he fell back on the flooded tile floor, his dirty blonde hair sloshing in the water. He was alive. Alive, but in a deep, refreshing sleep.
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A/N: like it so far? I know you probably don't get the very beginning, but like I said, it'll come together later. Now please review but no flames :-)