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Category: Vignette; Angst; UPT (Unresolved Parental Tension)
Rating: G
Spoilers: S1, specifically through "Masquerade."
Summary: Five pictures lead a relationship full circle.
Archiving: Credit Dauphine and my site (www.fanfic101.com);
otherwise just tell me so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ Abrams, ABC, and various other
people with lawyers. Fortunately, this means the Bristows'
neuroses are someone else's problem.
For my dad.
***
Snapshots
by Celli Lane
There is a picture in between the pages of one of my
mother's books. Two decades old or older, faded and
creased, it shows a little girl riding piggyback, her arms
tight around her daddy's neck. They're both laughing, and
each looks as though the other hung the moon just for
their benefit.
**I remember looking up at him and thinking he was the
strongest man in the world.**
There are two pictures, one in the corner of my high school
diploma, one tucked inside my college mortarboard. They
show a young woman standing stiffly next to her father.
In the second one they're even farther apart--if that's
possible--and the father's lips are tight.
**Who are you to come to me and act like a father?**
There is a picture on top of the stack in my memory box.
Marshall took it accidentally at a staff meeting while
showing off his latest cool gadget and thought I might like
to have it. It shows two agents, two spies, two people
walking the line between heaven and...SD-6. They're
leaning in, not quite looking at each other and not quite
looking away.
**I'm out of practice when it comes to, uh... personal
matters.**
Last night I got out all four pictures and stared for a
long time at the story they told. Then I fell asleep and
dreamed of an antique silver picture frame, sitting in a
place of honor on a dresser. The photo inside was of a
woman (me?) in a white dress, laughing up at my father, who
was wearing a tuxedo. He was smiling down at her--a real
smile, the edges of his eyes were crinkling--and they had
their arms around each other.
**If I could give her back to you, I would.**
***
Notes: The starred quotes are from "Masquerade," "Truth
Be Told," "The Coup," and "Color Blind," respectively.
Thanks to Alias-Online.net for the transcripts. And thanks
to Lizbet, Jen, and Gail for the great beta work.
Category: Vignette; Angst; UPT (Unresolved Parental Tension)
Rating: G
Spoilers: S1, specifically through "Masquerade."
Summary: Five pictures lead a relationship full circle.
Archiving: Credit Dauphine and my site (www.fanfic101.com);
otherwise just tell me so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Alias belongs to JJ Abrams, ABC, and various other
people with lawyers. Fortunately, this means the Bristows'
neuroses are someone else's problem.
For my dad.
***
Snapshots
by Celli Lane
There is a picture in between the pages of one of my
mother's books. Two decades old or older, faded and
creased, it shows a little girl riding piggyback, her arms
tight around her daddy's neck. They're both laughing, and
each looks as though the other hung the moon just for
their benefit.
**I remember looking up at him and thinking he was the
strongest man in the world.**
There are two pictures, one in the corner of my high school
diploma, one tucked inside my college mortarboard. They
show a young woman standing stiffly next to her father.
In the second one they're even farther apart--if that's
possible--and the father's lips are tight.
**Who are you to come to me and act like a father?**
There is a picture on top of the stack in my memory box.
Marshall took it accidentally at a staff meeting while
showing off his latest cool gadget and thought I might like
to have it. It shows two agents, two spies, two people
walking the line between heaven and...SD-6. They're
leaning in, not quite looking at each other and not quite
looking away.
**I'm out of practice when it comes to, uh... personal
matters.**
Last night I got out all four pictures and stared for a
long time at the story they told. Then I fell asleep and
dreamed of an antique silver picture frame, sitting in a
place of honor on a dresser. The photo inside was of a
woman (me?) in a white dress, laughing up at my father, who
was wearing a tuxedo. He was smiling down at her--a real
smile, the edges of his eyes were crinkling--and they had
their arms around each other.
**If I could give her back to you, I would.**
***
Notes: The starred quotes are from "Masquerade," "Truth
Be Told," "The Coup," and "Color Blind," respectively.
Thanks to Alias-Online.net for the transcripts. And thanks
to Lizbet, Jen, and Gail for the great beta work.