SUMMARY – Sydney has been invited to her 10 year high school reunion.
DISCLAIMER – I own absolutely nothing associated with alias, although if anyone is selling Michael Vartan or David Anders, let me know. So please don't sue me. If you really want to be mean and sue me, just know that I have about $3 to my name, and that's in Canadian money, so its not really worth it, now is it?
REUNION
CHAPTER 1 – you're definitely in the top 5
28 year old Sydney Vaughn pulled her Honda Accord into the driveway of the house she shared with Michael, her husband of nearly 4 months. As she got out of the car she noticed that they had mail, so, naturally, she walked over to the mailbox with the name Vaughn on the side and pulled out the envelopes inside. Carrying her briefcase and rifling through the mail, she made her way to the door. She unlocked it, went inside, and put down her briefcase and keys on the table next to the coat rack.
She started muttering to herself "Bills, bills, letter from Brigitte, bills, Lakeview High School, flyers… wait a minute" Sydney stopped rifling and flipped back. "Lakeview High School? What's this?" She put down the other mail, walked to the living room, sat down on the couch, and tore open the letter.
Sydney Bristow
In 1993, The New Kids on the Block were starting to their long run at the top and grunge was making its existence known. Bill Clinton was president, and Schindler's List won the Oscar for best picture. It was also the year that Lakeview High School set 182 new graduates out into the real world and sent them their separate ways. Maybe some graduates became teachers. Maybe some are chemists. Maybe even spies for the CIA. Now is your chance to find out what happened to the person who sat next to you in biology class. Now, 10 years later, it is time for the graduating class of 1992-1993 to meet again.
You are cordially invited to attend the ten year reunion of the Lakeview High School graduating class of 1992-1993. The event will take place at 7:00pm on Friday, the 23rd of May, 2003 in the Lakeview auditorium. There will be a cash bar, snacks, mingling, and dancing. One guest is permitted for each graduate. Please RSVP with your response by Saturday, May 10th, by mailing in the enclosed card.
I look forward to seeing you again at the reunion.
Sincerely
Cindy Lane, class president, 1992-1993.
Sydney smiled as she read the letter, especially the part about CIA spies. 'It would be great to see everyone again.' She thought to herself.
A smiling Michael Vaughn pulled into the driveway and parked his black SUV next to his wife's silver Accord. He usually drove to and from work with his wife, but he had a few stops to make after work, so they took separate cars that day. He noticed that she had already taken the mail out of the mailbox, so he grabbed his briefcase out of the car and went inside. He found his wife sitting on the couch, deep in thought.
"Penny for your thoughts." He said
"Huh?" Sydney replied, snapping out of her pensive state.
"My, don't we look a bit preoccupied tonight." He said, giving her a kiss.
"Oh, yeah. I'm just reading the mail."
"But I just saw it sitting on the table out in the hallway." Michael said, confused.
"I put it there when I saw this letter."
"Oh. Interesting?"
"I've been invited to my high school reunion."
"What, 20 year, 30 year…?" He asked playfully.
She swatted him, causing him to grimace in pain. "Hey, you're older than I am, so watch yourself."
"Fair enough." He replied, his arm still stinging.
"Oh come off it hun, I didn't hit you that hard." She was teasing.
"Syd, you do realize that your not hitting hard is the equivalent of someone else punching with all their strength, right?"
She kissed him gently on the lips. "In that case, I'm very." She kissed him again. "Very." And again. "Sorry." And again.
"You're forgiven."
"As I should be." She laughed.
"So are you gonna go to this reunion?" Michael asked.
"I don't know. I mean, I really want to go. It would be great to see everyone, and relax and have fun for a night, get away from the spy world and all, but I don't know."
"Why not?"
"It's just all the crap going on right now. I mean, Sloane may be locked up, but Sark and my mother are still free, and who knows what could happen if they found out."
"Syd, what are the chances of your mother or Sark crashing your high school reunion?" She raised her eyebrows at him as if to ask 'are you kidding me?' "Okay, there probably is a chance of that happening, but I know you. You really want to go. And if you don't go, you'll regret it. So if you really want to go, we could probably have a few men there for protection."
"Michael, honey, I love you to pieces, but I don't think that idea is all too great."
"Why not?"
"Do you really think that Kendall will allow agents to come to my high school reunion just to protect me so I can have fun for a night? I mean, it's only a reunion. It's not that big of a deal."
"Syd, you're the best agent he's got. He'd do back flips across headquarters if it meant that you'd keep doing more missions."
They both smiled at the thought of Kendall doing acrobatic moves.
"Granted, I'm an asset, but I still doubt he'd let it happen. I mean it is just a reunion." Sydney said, snapping back to reality.
"We can ask him tomorrow if you want."
"I guess it's worth a shot. I mean, short of laughing in our faces, what's he going to do?"
"So when is your reunion taking place?"
"May 23rd, but I have to RSVP by the 10th." She looked at him playfully. "Now I just have to decide which of my many husbands I want to bring as a guest. I guess I have to choose between my favourites, Steve and George…"
"Hey! And here I thought I was your favourite one."
"Well you're definitely in the top 5, but I may need a little bit of persuasion to choose you as number 1." She smiled seductively, and he raised his eyebrows. "If you know what I mean…" He obviously did, as he took her hand and they quickly made their way to the bedroom.