Title: A Stranger's World
Author: Duck
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance. Very sappy second chapter. Gotta love the S/V sap.
Summary: We meet Sydney's 16 year-old alter ego, and see what Vaughn will say to get Sydney back.
Spoilers: First season, not much else.
Disclaimer: Miranda comes from my mind. Everyone else belongs to JJ Abrams. Although if the world were perfect, Michael Vartan would belong to me.
The apartment is strangely quiet. Sydney has been having a tough week at work. The CIA is putting her mother on trial, so I wanted to surprise her with breakfast in the park. She's usually up by now, but I can hear snores from her bedroom. I've never heard Sydney Bristow snore.
The few times I've had the pleasure of watching Sydney sleep, she was laying flat on her back. Right now she's curled into a ball, snoring away. Something is not quite right.
I sit on the edge of her bed and gently shake her awake. She rolls away from me muttering something about five more minutes. I shake her again. I get a kick and some dialogue.
"I'm getting up Dad. Really."
Wait a minute.
"Sydney? Wake up. It's 8:00."
Her head jerks up when I say her name. Her brown hair is a total mess. She eyes me with suspicion and then fear.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom? Why did you call me Sydney?" She backs away from me, clutching the sheets around her body.
Shit.
I do the first thing that pops into my head. Her cell phone is on her bedside table. I dial Jack Bristow's number and pray that he answers.
"Jack."
"Jack? This is Will Tippin. I think something's wrong with Sydney." As I speak, Sydney is looking at her hands in wonder. What did they do to her?
"I'll be right over. Keep her inside and quiet."
The woman looks at me with tears in her eyes. "What happened to me?"
"I don't know. Who are you?" If she's not Sydney Bristow, then who the hell is she?
"My name is Miranda Spelling. I live in Plano, Texas. I'm 16 years old." 16? Texas? If she had to have a split personality, why was it 16? We stare at each other in silence until Jack walks in. Thank God. He'll know what to do.
"Who are you?" She has a strange expression on her face, almost like she's feeling something.
"I'm your father. Sydney's father. I'm going to take you to a hypnotist so we can get Sydney back." Jack seems worried. I don't think I've ever seen him worried. It probably has to do with her work. I understand that if Sydney doesn't return to her body there'll be trouble at work. Big trouble.
"I need to get dressed first. Get out please." She has a troubled look on her face, like she's not sure that the clothes will fit.
We only have to wait for several minutes. Miranda/Sydney is a fast dresser.
Jack takes us to a large building. Once inside we are met by Vaughn. Miranda/Sydney gets another funny expression, but shakes it off. Vaughn seems very upset.
"What's the matter? Sydney, are you ok?" There is deep concern etched across his face. I can't help but feel that there's more to their relationship then they let on.
"My name is Miranda Spelling. Who are you?"
"Shit."
My reaction exactly.
Vaughn leads us to a small room. It's the same I one that I was in when I was put under hypnosis. He talks to Miranda/Sydney alone for a minute and then leads her to the hypnotist.
Miranda/Sydney is hooked up to a machine. She has electrodes on each temple. The hypnotist does her thing and Miranda/Sydney is silent.
"Who are you?"
"Miranda Spelling."
"Do you know Sydney Bristow?"
"No."
"Tell me about yourself."
"I live in Plano, Texas. I'm 16. I have an older brother named Steven and a dog named Mya. Steven is in the Navy Seals. He hasn't called in two months. My mom is starting to get worried about him."
"What is the last thing you remember before you became Sydney Bristow?"
"I was reading in my bed. My mom came in and we talked for a few minutes. I went to bed."
"I want you to look for anything that resembles Sydney Bristow in your mind."
"I see a tall brunette. She looks abused. She has a bullet hole in her shoulder a black eye. She's crying." God. That's Sydney.
"Approach her."
Miranda/Sydney smiles before she answers.
"I asked her if she was ok. She said she was fine. I don't believe her."
"Ask her what's wrong."
"She says that she doesn't know how much more of her life she could take. It's wearing her down."
"Ask her if she will come back. Tell her you know a way."
"She says she doesn't want to come back. Her life is hell."
"Tell her everyone she loves is here."
"She says she's not allowed to love the one person she wants to." Everyone started at Miranda's last statement. I don't think any of us were expecting that. Vaughn's expression is carefully masked. We all know it's him. I don't think we're going to get Sydney back. Vaughn leaves the observation room and speaks to the hypnotist. She looks at him and then puts some electrodes on his temples.
"What the hell is he doing?" I ask Jack. He looks sad.
"He's going to go into Sydney's mind and get her back." My eyebrows shoot up. I didn't know they could do that. Then again, I don't know anything about the CIA.
We wait for ten minutes before Miranda/Sydney jerks and opens her eyes. Tears fall down her cheeks as she looks around. Her gaze stops on Vaughn and he smiles at her.
"Welcome back."
AN: This is going to be pretty short. Maybe three chapters. The idea popped into my head while I was trying to sleep. Review and tell me what you think. *Duck
Author: Duck
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance. Very sappy second chapter. Gotta love the S/V sap.
Summary: We meet Sydney's 16 year-old alter ego, and see what Vaughn will say to get Sydney back.
Spoilers: First season, not much else.
Disclaimer: Miranda comes from my mind. Everyone else belongs to JJ Abrams. Although if the world were perfect, Michael Vartan would belong to me.
The apartment is strangely quiet. Sydney has been having a tough week at work. The CIA is putting her mother on trial, so I wanted to surprise her with breakfast in the park. She's usually up by now, but I can hear snores from her bedroom. I've never heard Sydney Bristow snore.
The few times I've had the pleasure of watching Sydney sleep, she was laying flat on her back. Right now she's curled into a ball, snoring away. Something is not quite right.
I sit on the edge of her bed and gently shake her awake. She rolls away from me muttering something about five more minutes. I shake her again. I get a kick and some dialogue.
"I'm getting up Dad. Really."
Wait a minute.
"Sydney? Wake up. It's 8:00."
Her head jerks up when I say her name. Her brown hair is a total mess. She eyes me with suspicion and then fear.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my bedroom? Why did you call me Sydney?" She backs away from me, clutching the sheets around her body.
Shit.
I do the first thing that pops into my head. Her cell phone is on her bedside table. I dial Jack Bristow's number and pray that he answers.
"Jack."
"Jack? This is Will Tippin. I think something's wrong with Sydney." As I speak, Sydney is looking at her hands in wonder. What did they do to her?
"I'll be right over. Keep her inside and quiet."
The woman looks at me with tears in her eyes. "What happened to me?"
"I don't know. Who are you?" If she's not Sydney Bristow, then who the hell is she?
"My name is Miranda Spelling. I live in Plano, Texas. I'm 16 years old." 16? Texas? If she had to have a split personality, why was it 16? We stare at each other in silence until Jack walks in. Thank God. He'll know what to do.
"Who are you?" She has a strange expression on her face, almost like she's feeling something.
"I'm your father. Sydney's father. I'm going to take you to a hypnotist so we can get Sydney back." Jack seems worried. I don't think I've ever seen him worried. It probably has to do with her work. I understand that if Sydney doesn't return to her body there'll be trouble at work. Big trouble.
"I need to get dressed first. Get out please." She has a troubled look on her face, like she's not sure that the clothes will fit.
We only have to wait for several minutes. Miranda/Sydney is a fast dresser.
Jack takes us to a large building. Once inside we are met by Vaughn. Miranda/Sydney gets another funny expression, but shakes it off. Vaughn seems very upset.
"What's the matter? Sydney, are you ok?" There is deep concern etched across his face. I can't help but feel that there's more to their relationship then they let on.
"My name is Miranda Spelling. Who are you?"
"Shit."
My reaction exactly.
Vaughn leads us to a small room. It's the same I one that I was in when I was put under hypnosis. He talks to Miranda/Sydney alone for a minute and then leads her to the hypnotist.
Miranda/Sydney is hooked up to a machine. She has electrodes on each temple. The hypnotist does her thing and Miranda/Sydney is silent.
"Who are you?"
"Miranda Spelling."
"Do you know Sydney Bristow?"
"No."
"Tell me about yourself."
"I live in Plano, Texas. I'm 16. I have an older brother named Steven and a dog named Mya. Steven is in the Navy Seals. He hasn't called in two months. My mom is starting to get worried about him."
"What is the last thing you remember before you became Sydney Bristow?"
"I was reading in my bed. My mom came in and we talked for a few minutes. I went to bed."
"I want you to look for anything that resembles Sydney Bristow in your mind."
"I see a tall brunette. She looks abused. She has a bullet hole in her shoulder a black eye. She's crying." God. That's Sydney.
"Approach her."
Miranda/Sydney smiles before she answers.
"I asked her if she was ok. She said she was fine. I don't believe her."
"Ask her what's wrong."
"She says that she doesn't know how much more of her life she could take. It's wearing her down."
"Ask her if she will come back. Tell her you know a way."
"She says she doesn't want to come back. Her life is hell."
"Tell her everyone she loves is here."
"She says she's not allowed to love the one person she wants to." Everyone started at Miranda's last statement. I don't think any of us were expecting that. Vaughn's expression is carefully masked. We all know it's him. I don't think we're going to get Sydney back. Vaughn leaves the observation room and speaks to the hypnotist. She looks at him and then puts some electrodes on his temples.
"What the hell is he doing?" I ask Jack. He looks sad.
"He's going to go into Sydney's mind and get her back." My eyebrows shoot up. I didn't know they could do that. Then again, I don't know anything about the CIA.
We wait for ten minutes before Miranda/Sydney jerks and opens her eyes. Tears fall down her cheeks as she looks around. Her gaze stops on Vaughn and he smiles at her.
"Welcome back."
AN: This is going to be pretty short. Maybe three chapters. The idea popped into my head while I was trying to sleep. Review and tell me what you think. *Duck