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A/N: Hey. I promise anyone who is reading 'I'm With You', I'll be trying to update that a.s.a.p. I decided to try something different. Even though in the summary I said that there were mentions of S/S, I still have a sinking suspicion that they're related. Any who, please R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Inspired by: 'For all the sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been....' '
Sun. It was the first thing which came to her mind, as she thought about the things that she'd missed. Of course there was sun where she'd been, but it wasn't the same. No place on earth had the same sunny skies as L.A. A small smile touched her lips, as looked around herself at the old familiar places and the people. Normal people. How'd she missed this place.
She began to walk slowly, taking her time, enjoying reliving her memories. She turned left and into the park where she used to go jogging. On the grass, couples lay in each other's arms, bathed in sunlight, not a care in the world. Children ran around playing, acting like normal children should. She'd never been a normal child.
She tucked a curl of auburn behind her ear. Even auburn hair and blue eyes managed to turn heads. Anyone else would be worried by this. Scared of being recognised. But she wasn't. She no longer knew what fear was. It was just a ghost of a memory long forgotten. Along with most of her life. She just smiled at the men who paid her attention, blushing slightly, being normal. Pretending. She was a master at that.
So much had changed and yet so little at the same time. She slowed her pace again. She was in no hurry. She didn't want to go to the place she was heading. But she knew she had to. There was no other choice. On spotting a Starbucks, she walked over and brought a coffee. The taste brought another smile to her lips as it arose more memories.
'Stop thinking about them,' A voice snapped. 'Don't dwell on the past, for you don't have one.'
Sighing, she tossed the empty cup into a bin. It landed in it perfectly. She could see the building now. It covered the street below in shadow as it loomed above it. Like a nightmare. If she knew what fear was, now she would be feeling it.
She held her head up high. Confidence reflecting in her posture and strides. A man held the door open for her with a smile. He didn't recognise her. Her smile and confidence grew. She approached the reception desk. It was a different lady from the one she'd met when she first came her. She offered her a smile, trying to predict how she would react.
"Can I help you?" Her smile was as helpful as her tone.
"Yes. I would like to speak to Special Agent Michael Vaughn please."
"And your name is?"
She removed the auburn wig and the blue contacts.
The receptionist gasped. Standing in front of her was a woman who's brown eyes and hair she knew too well. Standing in front of her was a woman who hadn't been seen here in years. Standing in front of her was an ex-double agent. Standing in front of her was one of the most wanted terrorists in the world. Standing in front of her was Sydney Bristow...
A/N: So what do you think? I want your opinions and I know you want to give them. So hit that little blue button now! :o)
A/N: Hey. I promise anyone who is reading 'I'm With You', I'll be trying to update that a.s.a.p. I decided to try something different. Even though in the summary I said that there were mentions of S/S, I still have a sinking suspicion that they're related. Any who, please R&R and Enjoy!! - Bex
Inspired by: 'For all the sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been....' '
Sun. It was the first thing which came to her mind, as she thought about the things that she'd missed. Of course there was sun where she'd been, but it wasn't the same. No place on earth had the same sunny skies as L.A. A small smile touched her lips, as looked around herself at the old familiar places and the people. Normal people. How'd she missed this place.
She began to walk slowly, taking her time, enjoying reliving her memories. She turned left and into the park where she used to go jogging. On the grass, couples lay in each other's arms, bathed in sunlight, not a care in the world. Children ran around playing, acting like normal children should. She'd never been a normal child.
She tucked a curl of auburn behind her ear. Even auburn hair and blue eyes managed to turn heads. Anyone else would be worried by this. Scared of being recognised. But she wasn't. She no longer knew what fear was. It was just a ghost of a memory long forgotten. Along with most of her life. She just smiled at the men who paid her attention, blushing slightly, being normal. Pretending. She was a master at that.
So much had changed and yet so little at the same time. She slowed her pace again. She was in no hurry. She didn't want to go to the place she was heading. But she knew she had to. There was no other choice. On spotting a Starbucks, she walked over and brought a coffee. The taste brought another smile to her lips as it arose more memories.
'Stop thinking about them,' A voice snapped. 'Don't dwell on the past, for you don't have one.'
Sighing, she tossed the empty cup into a bin. It landed in it perfectly. She could see the building now. It covered the street below in shadow as it loomed above it. Like a nightmare. If she knew what fear was, now she would be feeling it.
She held her head up high. Confidence reflecting in her posture and strides. A man held the door open for her with a smile. He didn't recognise her. Her smile and confidence grew. She approached the reception desk. It was a different lady from the one she'd met when she first came her. She offered her a smile, trying to predict how she would react.
"Can I help you?" Her smile was as helpful as her tone.
"Yes. I would like to speak to Special Agent Michael Vaughn please."
"And your name is?"
She removed the auburn wig and the blue contacts.
The receptionist gasped. Standing in front of her was a woman who's brown eyes and hair she knew too well. Standing in front of her was a woman who hadn't been seen here in years. Standing in front of her was an ex-double agent. Standing in front of her was one of the most wanted terrorists in the world. Standing in front of her was Sydney Bristow...
A/N: So what do you think? I want your opinions and I know you want to give them. So hit that little blue button now! :o)