Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Time Period: Future Unknown
Pairing: Syd/Sark
Description: This is Sydney's life, not a love story, she can make choices.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Alias, it's all JJ Abrams and Bad Robot's.
A/N: This is my first time to post a story, so comments would be much loved! I wrote this a long time ago when I saw the May 2006 Fic Challenge at SD-1, and thought the elements sounded fun to include so...I decided to go for it! I am only planning for this to be a one parter. Much thanks to L-rah aka truthfulllies for being my beta on this one! Okay! On to the story
Sydney walked alongside the quiet river barely noticing the other
passersby. The water running over the stones in the riverbed
mesmerized her. In a lot of ways the water was much like her. Though
it was flamboyant at times, the majority of people around it never
heard or noticed it. They remembered it in a vague sort of way, but
didn't remember the details.
She'd traveled to every continent, almost every country, been in
practically every major city, and flown through all major airports.
She'd been seen by millions of people, and only a handful of them
really knew anything about her, or even remembered her after she was
outside of their line of vision.
She turned right, walking away from the river, and towards her house.
As she walked down the cobblestone streets she drew in the fresh air.
It smelled like freedom. It invigorated her. Restored her faith in
herself. Gave her comfort for today, and hope for tomorrow.
As she approached the front door of her house she stopped short,
closing her eyes. Nodding at her forgetfulness, she turned around and
walked back to the mailbox. Opening it she took out the contents and
closed it again. Walking back towards the door she sorted through the
letters. There were mostly bills, a couple advertisements, a personal letter and a postcard.
She unlocked the door and walked through it. Placing her purse and
jacket on the hallway table she continued into the living room, where
she plopped down on the sofa. She quickly laid the bills and
advertisements aside and looked at the postcard. On the front was a
beautiful picture of a beach somewhere, with the caption "Wish you were
here."
She turned the card around and read the message: "Sydney. This is not
a love story. You don't have to abide by the rules of one. Or any
other rules for that matter. It's your life. You can choose to have a
peaceful life by yourself. Or you can choose to find bliss, on no
uncertain terms, with me. There aren't any conditions, or deadlines.
Just a boy, whom, according to the story, you aren't allowed to love. Remember
Sydney, this is your life. -JS"
Letting out a loud sigh Sydney moved on to the letter, knowing what the
contents would be. A plane ticket, false identification, and money.
That was all she would need to meet him, should she decide to take up
his offer.
