1 "Freedom of Forgiveness"



Okay this is the deal, I had this idea, problem is I'm not from California. So I had two options, one- I could do extensive research, two- I could make it all up, in true fan FICTION fashion!!! Being a stressed college student, I chose option #2, the places and faces will all come out of my imagination, so hold on to your hats here we go…



Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but if JJ wanted to will it to me, I'd take it! Oh and I don't own Disney's song "Part of Your World", it's just one of those tunes that pops in my head every once in awhile, you know like "Tomorrow"



[Thoughts are in brackets, sorry I haven't figured out how to get the "Italics" to transfer over]



Scene 1



["I don't know when, I don't know how,

But I know one thing starting right now,

One day you'll see, Some day I'll be

Part of… a normal, safe, boring, brownie baking,

homemaking, literature teaching, non-life threatening,

anti-slutty disguise wearing, no more lying WORLD!!!"

Hmm, I should become a songwriter. But first I'd better get on dry land before I DO turn into a mermaid!]

While deflating the tires of the car/submarine, Sydney had watched the color of the sky change from orange to black through the broken screen of the ocean's surface. Her train of thought had come full circle, starting with the serious and ending in the bazaar. It was definitely time to get back on dry land, not only had her skin pruned but she thought her mind had started to do the same.

When she reached the surface she instinctively gasped for air.

[Ahh the sweet smell of pollution!]

She swam under the pier, hiding beneath the planks for protection, to listen to see if it was safe to get out. Except for the waves slapping on the dock and the distant city sounds, the coast seemed clear.

Finding a ladder that led to the deck she began to climb, which was a harder task than she expected, her arms felt like Jello. Through sheer will and determination she slithered onto the solid structure. Laying on her back starring at the stars she tried to regain her senses and determine her next course of action.

[Come on Syd, think, this is what you get paid to do!]

The water had turned her mind to mush. She heard a bell ringing on a nearby ship.

[Call someone! But who? I know a million numbers, come on Syd, think of one, just one!]

And she did; the one she called in all of her crisis situations. She rolled over and pushed herself up. Quickly scanning the surrounding area, she noticed a glowing phone booth not too far off.

She was a woman on a mission [Make it to the phone or die!]

She had muttered this declaration out loud, that's when she noticed her teeth were chattering, [February, great month to drive your car in the ocean and swim around for awhile! What a way to go, I can see it now "International Double Agent Dies of Hypothermia!"]

She was halfway to heaven when she noticed a Red Cross crate to her left, finding a crow bar nearby she opened the lid and found a blanket. It didn't provide much warmth but it did shield the wind from her soaked body.

With a renewed pride in her survival skills she turned to finish her journey to the phone booth, [only five more steps, 4, 3, 2, 1…Score! I'd just like to thank all the little people who made this possible…okay focus, fingers, dial, come on Syd make us proud!]

Not having any money, she used a little trick Marshall had taught her to get a dial tone. Then that voice, that heavenly voice, she was brief "I'm…alive…wet…cold…pier… help…"

Within 10 minutes her Knight in Denim Jeans arrived. He scooped her up and placed her shivering body in the back seat. She was safe, cold, but safe and soon drifted of to sleep to the hum of the car, the sound of passing cars, and the quite piece of being in the presence of her guardian angel.

TBC