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Author's Note: Please note that this is my first fan fic ever. So take it easy on me! Okie Dokie . . . so I got this idea from (I believe) two other fan fics out there somewhere. Shortly, I realized that, "Wow, there aren't very many Weiss/Syd fics out there." And I thought the idea was really interesting. So I'm going to take my try at it for a while.
Chapter 1 - Up In the Air
'Why. Why did I let it happen? I could have done something than just watch. Just watch him drown like that. Why? Syd, you're a spy damnit! You're a bad ass! You could have done something! You should have tried harder!'
Sydney Bristow was flying back to California from one of the most frightening experiences she has ever been through. She felt horrible, her whole body ached in pain as a result of escaping that place. That place where her handler died. That place where she saw her mom . . . alive.
"Miss, are you all right?" The man sitting next to her on the plane finally woke up from one of the longest sleep modes that Sydney has ever seen. "You seem . . . You seem a bit tense."
"I'm fine." She offered him one of her fake smiles. One of her smiles that she usually offers her friends when she's trying to cover up her lies. "Flying just makes me nervous."
"I know what you mean." He chuckled as a thought appeared. "My wife was always worse than me, however."
"Was?" Sydney asked after becoming curious of the past tense verb.
"Yes, was." The man was older than Sydney. She guessed middle aged. He was an attractive man with a nicely trimmed beard that looked as if he tends to it on regular basis. He had a confidence in him that made her think that he could be a salesman. "Unfortunately she is no longer with me."
"What happened?"
Sydney noticed that he began to choke as he answered her question. "She died a couple of years ago." He paused before he continued; "She was driving home in a thick fog late one night. A truck was coming fast in the other direction. The driver lost control and got on her side of the road and knocked her car over. It was right over a cliff where the water would come crashing in to the rocks. I remember when Julie and I always loved to walk over to those cliffs and watch the water do its dance."
"That's awful." Sydney looked at the man with respect. How a man could be able to tell the story he just told was beyond her.
"Yes it was." The man looked down at the laptop that was sitting on his lap. "Well, I better get to work."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a sales representative for United Oakshore."
'Wow, I was right. He is a salesman.' "Hmmm. I don't believe I've ever heard of it before."
"It's not around California. I'm coming here on a business trip." He opened his lap top and began speaking again while he typed, "It's a company that mainly sales packing material. The owner used to work for another packing material company when he was really young. A few years passed by and he decided that packing material was his life. So, he started his own company. Go figure, huh?"
"Yeah . . ." Sydney smiled, a real one this time.
"What do you do?" The man looked at her quizzically. Probably trying to figure out how old she was.
"I work for Credit Dauphine."
"Ahhh . . . Credit Dauphine." The man chuckled as he thought to himself. "So . . . what do you do there?"
"Umm . . ." Sydney was surprised that the man has heard of it. 'Did he have a relative or a friend that worked there?' Sydney was about to reply, but right then the stewardess told everyone the plane has landed and to start getting off.
The man got up and straightened his tie before he held out his hand to gesture Sydney to go first. "By the way I didn't catch your name."
"It's . . ." Sydney pondered if she should tell him an alias or her real name. The man has heard of Credit Dauphine before. Maybe she should tell him an alias. "It's . . ." All of a sudden she couldn't remember one. She tried thinking of a show she used to watch when she was younger. Maybe she could think of a name off of one of the shows. 'Damnit, why can't I think of a name? Wait a minute what is that show Francie watches all the time? Lablade? No . . . It has something to do with magic in the title. Witchblade! Now, what was that scientist's name? Damnit!'
"Forgot your name, dear?" The man chuckled.
"No . . ." She offered him a smile as she continued to remember the name. "It's Vicky . . . Vicky Po." 'Yes that was it Vicky Po.' Sydney always liked to watch her. She thought the girl had a wacky sense of humor. She would actually watch it when she was on. Francie, on the other hand, she got into it. She would yell at the television set when the main character was mean to that guy that wore black all the time. 'What was his name? Oh yeah, Nottingham.'
"Vicky Po, huh? Cute name, but you don't strike me as a Vicky."
"Oh I get that all the time," she lied. "What's your name?"
"Jeremy Calvin," the man held out his hand to shake Sydney's. She returned the polite gesture. As they were exiting the airport, he held out a hand for a taxi and said, "Here ladies first. You can take this one."
"No . . . that's quite all right."
"I don't take no for an answer." He smiled generously at her.
"Thank you." Sydney returned the smile and grabbed her bags and got into the taxi. As she was about to fall asleep from exhaustion her cell phone rang. "Hello."
"Joey's Pizza?" The voice on the other end didn't sound familiar, but that was her's and Vaughn's code. 'Can it be? Is he alive?'
"Wrong number." Sydney redirected the cab driver to the warehouse. She got out, carrying her luggage with her. Her heart was beating faster and faster as her pace continued gaining speed with every step she took. 'If it's him . . . It's him . . . It has to be him.
Author's Note: Well, how do you like the first chapter? Hehehe . . . it's kind of lame right now, but I do promise it will get better. Oh and yeah, I just had to throw in a little bit of Witchblade for us Blade fans out there.
And I also assure you that the conversation on the plane is important for those who have been wondering, "Why is she writing this for?"
Chapter 2 will be up soon!
FEEDBACK: I would love it! It would help motivate me!
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Please note that this is my first fan fic ever. So take it easy on me! Okie Dokie . . . so I got this idea from (I believe) two other fan fics out there somewhere. Shortly, I realized that, "Wow, there aren't very many Weiss/Syd fics out there." And I thought the idea was really interesting. So I'm going to take my try at it for a while.
Chapter 1 - Up In the Air
'Why. Why did I let it happen? I could have done something than just watch. Just watch him drown like that. Why? Syd, you're a spy damnit! You're a bad ass! You could have done something! You should have tried harder!'
Sydney Bristow was flying back to California from one of the most frightening experiences she has ever been through. She felt horrible, her whole body ached in pain as a result of escaping that place. That place where her handler died. That place where she saw her mom . . . alive.
"Miss, are you all right?" The man sitting next to her on the plane finally woke up from one of the longest sleep modes that Sydney has ever seen. "You seem . . . You seem a bit tense."
"I'm fine." She offered him one of her fake smiles. One of her smiles that she usually offers her friends when she's trying to cover up her lies. "Flying just makes me nervous."
"I know what you mean." He chuckled as a thought appeared. "My wife was always worse than me, however."
"Was?" Sydney asked after becoming curious of the past tense verb.
"Yes, was." The man was older than Sydney. She guessed middle aged. He was an attractive man with a nicely trimmed beard that looked as if he tends to it on regular basis. He had a confidence in him that made her think that he could be a salesman. "Unfortunately she is no longer with me."
"What happened?"
Sydney noticed that he began to choke as he answered her question. "She died a couple of years ago." He paused before he continued; "She was driving home in a thick fog late one night. A truck was coming fast in the other direction. The driver lost control and got on her side of the road and knocked her car over. It was right over a cliff where the water would come crashing in to the rocks. I remember when Julie and I always loved to walk over to those cliffs and watch the water do its dance."
"That's awful." Sydney looked at the man with respect. How a man could be able to tell the story he just told was beyond her.
"Yes it was." The man looked down at the laptop that was sitting on his lap. "Well, I better get to work."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a sales representative for United Oakshore."
'Wow, I was right. He is a salesman.' "Hmmm. I don't believe I've ever heard of it before."
"It's not around California. I'm coming here on a business trip." He opened his lap top and began speaking again while he typed, "It's a company that mainly sales packing material. The owner used to work for another packing material company when he was really young. A few years passed by and he decided that packing material was his life. So, he started his own company. Go figure, huh?"
"Yeah . . ." Sydney smiled, a real one this time.
"What do you do?" The man looked at her quizzically. Probably trying to figure out how old she was.
"I work for Credit Dauphine."
"Ahhh . . . Credit Dauphine." The man chuckled as he thought to himself. "So . . . what do you do there?"
"Umm . . ." Sydney was surprised that the man has heard of it. 'Did he have a relative or a friend that worked there?' Sydney was about to reply, but right then the stewardess told everyone the plane has landed and to start getting off.
The man got up and straightened his tie before he held out his hand to gesture Sydney to go first. "By the way I didn't catch your name."
"It's . . ." Sydney pondered if she should tell him an alias or her real name. The man has heard of Credit Dauphine before. Maybe she should tell him an alias. "It's . . ." All of a sudden she couldn't remember one. She tried thinking of a show she used to watch when she was younger. Maybe she could think of a name off of one of the shows. 'Damnit, why can't I think of a name? Wait a minute what is that show Francie watches all the time? Lablade? No . . . It has something to do with magic in the title. Witchblade! Now, what was that scientist's name? Damnit!'
"Forgot your name, dear?" The man chuckled.
"No . . ." She offered him a smile as she continued to remember the name. "It's Vicky . . . Vicky Po." 'Yes that was it Vicky Po.' Sydney always liked to watch her. She thought the girl had a wacky sense of humor. She would actually watch it when she was on. Francie, on the other hand, she got into it. She would yell at the television set when the main character was mean to that guy that wore black all the time. 'What was his name? Oh yeah, Nottingham.'
"Vicky Po, huh? Cute name, but you don't strike me as a Vicky."
"Oh I get that all the time," she lied. "What's your name?"
"Jeremy Calvin," the man held out his hand to shake Sydney's. She returned the polite gesture. As they were exiting the airport, he held out a hand for a taxi and said, "Here ladies first. You can take this one."
"No . . . that's quite all right."
"I don't take no for an answer." He smiled generously at her.
"Thank you." Sydney returned the smile and grabbed her bags and got into the taxi. As she was about to fall asleep from exhaustion her cell phone rang. "Hello."
"Joey's Pizza?" The voice on the other end didn't sound familiar, but that was her's and Vaughn's code. 'Can it be? Is he alive?'
"Wrong number." Sydney redirected the cab driver to the warehouse. She got out, carrying her luggage with her. Her heart was beating faster and faster as her pace continued gaining speed with every step she took. 'If it's him . . . It's him . . . It has to be him.
Author's Note: Well, how do you like the first chapter? Hehehe . . . it's kind of lame right now, but I do promise it will get better. Oh and yeah, I just had to throw in a little bit of Witchblade for us Blade fans out there.
And I also assure you that the conversation on the plane is important for those who have been wondering, "Why is she writing this for?"
Chapter 2 will be up soon!