Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS or any of its characters (though I wish I did own Michael Vaughn *sigh*). So please don't sue.... I am merely a student trying to get an education.
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Since it is AU there are some things you should know before reading:
- Sydney, Dixon, and Marshall never worked for SD-6 just for the CIA
- Freplica never happened
- Will and Francie know Syd work for the government
- Irina is still in custody
This is my first story so please be gentle.
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"Hey Syd!!! How do you guys fit all of these clothes into that tiny closet of yours?" Will shouts from the top of the stairs.
"It's a woman's gift that failed to reach the male gender," replies Syd laughing as she helps Francie pack some boxes marked "FRAGILE."
Francie stops and just stares at Sydney. Sydney feels a pair of eyes on her as she lifts her head to meet Francie's stare with a confused look, "What?"
"Are you sure about this Syd? I mean I feel like I am abandoning you moving in with Will and all. Just say the word I will unpack everything."
Sydney sighs as she sits down on the couch. She pats the vacant area next to her signaling Francie to take a seat. "Listen, I am a big girl. I mean for Christ's sake I have had to fight guys twice my size on practically a daily basis. I think I can handle an empty apartment."
Francie replies, "It's not that I fear you not being able to handle yourself. It's just that I don't feel like you deserve to have to handle yourself alone. You need to find yourself a man. I know that your whole trust system was screwed up because of Danny, but..."
Syd immediately interrupts her upon hearing the name Danny. "Can we not talk about him? I mean yes after what happened between us I am certainly hesitant in trusting someone, but that does not mean my system is screwed up. I'm just more cautious now."
Francie refuses to buy what she is saying. "Syd, listen to me. What happened to you guys was not an everyday occurrence. Honestly, it's stuff that happens only in movies. How were you supposed to know that he....."
Will's footsteps down the stairs prevent Francie from finishing her thought. He goes to Francie kissing her on the head saying, "Hey sweetie, do you have everything packed?"
She looks up to him with a smile, "Pretty much. I just need to tape the boxes shut, and we are set."
"Well in that case don't worry. I'll do it while you and Syd talk some more." He picks up the boxes and takes them so he can shut them up.
Francie brings her attention back to Sydney while placing her hands over Syd's. "I want you to promise me that if you need anything I will be the first person you call."
Sydney firmly reassures Francie, "You will be the first person. In fact, you will be number one on my speed dial." Both women smile with unshed tears in their eyes as they approach the oncoming bittersweet moment.
Will returns from having packed all of the boxes into his car. He looks at two of his closest friends and smiles. He clears his throat saddened by his interrupting of such an emotional moment.
Both women look up to him knowing that he was signaling their inevitable departure. They hug each other tightly as Francie whispers into her ear, "Remember. Anything you need."
Syd becomes too choked up to speak and merely smiles and nods her head against Francie's shoulder.
They break from their embrace as Will decides to join in as well by hugging Sydney. Syd recovers from previous speechless state and tells Will, "You better treat her right. If she comes to me with even one complain, you know I can seriously hurt you without even breaking a sweat."
Will smiles, "Trust me I know the wrath you're capable of. I'm still recovering from the fit you threw after I unknowingly ate the last of your favorite ice cream."
Will and Francie walk to the door giving Syd additional hugs before finally walking out. As she closes the door, Sydney looks around as the solitude of the apartment begins to slowly sink in.
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Meanwhile in SD-6............
"The plan sounds too risky to me. It didn't work the first time. What makes you think this time will be different?" Sark questions Sloane.
"I don't doubt the success of this plot the second time around. The wrong person had the job the first time. He was too sloppy and completely incompetent. This time, however, I have a person who is capable of doing the job. Division leaders have relayed to me reports of his excelling in all training exercises. More importantly he has a personal vendetta at hand," replies Sloane.
"What kind of personal vendetta would that be?"
"Let's just say that he is intent on getting revenge on the CIA for something they did to him or should I say didn't do quite a long time ago," says Sloane as he gets up from his chair to stand next to Sark. "There is, however, one flaw in him."
Sark looks at Sloane and questions, "And what would that flaw be?"
Sloane folds his arms and replies, "Despite years of holding a grudge against the CIA and desiring an opportunity to give them what they deserve, he is still a little too soft for this line of work. In spite of his rough exterior, somewhere in him are still some signs of a conscience."
"Don't you think that may cause some implications in the mission, particularly since we were barely able to prevent the CIA from connecting the first mission with us. This assignment could possibly fail if your so-called golden boy decides to become all saintly on us."
"I will not allow that to happen. If I sense that there is a possibility of failure, I will immediately terminate the agent."
Sark looks questionably at Sloane's sudden passion for the success of this mission. "If I may ask, why is this so important to you?"
Sloane looks at him and slowly responds, "I myself have personal stake at hand. I urge to get revenge on a particular woman by the name of Irina Derevko. I thought her to be a potential protege of mine. Her work with the KGB was truly impressive, which led me to consider swaying her allegiance towards SD-6. In fact, she even got me to believe that she intended to join my side. That was until I learned of her betrayal. Now, I will avenge myself through her most precious possession. Her daughter Sydney Bristow."
As Sloane finishes speaking, he hears the door to his office open. He turns around and reaches his hand out, "Welcome. I'm glad you could come on such short notice. I have been enlightened with a great deal of comments being made by word of mouth concerning. Based on the reports I have received, I have considered assigning you to a particular mission I have in mind. Sark here is an associate of mine who will assist you in going over the basics of your assignment."
Sloane releases the person's hand as Sark now reaches out his hand to greet the new agent saying, "Despite Sloane's gushing welcome, I unfortunately don't believe I have had the pleasure of hearing about you before. What is your name?"
The newly hired agent replies, "Michael. Michael Vaughn."
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What a cliffhanger to start the story off. This is my first story so reviews would be greatly appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as I enjoy writing it.
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Since it is AU there are some things you should know before reading:
- Sydney, Dixon, and Marshall never worked for SD-6 just for the CIA
- Freplica never happened
- Will and Francie know Syd work for the government
- Irina is still in custody
This is my first story so please be gentle.
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"Hey Syd!!! How do you guys fit all of these clothes into that tiny closet of yours?" Will shouts from the top of the stairs.
"It's a woman's gift that failed to reach the male gender," replies Syd laughing as she helps Francie pack some boxes marked "FRAGILE."
Francie stops and just stares at Sydney. Sydney feels a pair of eyes on her as she lifts her head to meet Francie's stare with a confused look, "What?"
"Are you sure about this Syd? I mean I feel like I am abandoning you moving in with Will and all. Just say the word I will unpack everything."
Sydney sighs as she sits down on the couch. She pats the vacant area next to her signaling Francie to take a seat. "Listen, I am a big girl. I mean for Christ's sake I have had to fight guys twice my size on practically a daily basis. I think I can handle an empty apartment."
Francie replies, "It's not that I fear you not being able to handle yourself. It's just that I don't feel like you deserve to have to handle yourself alone. You need to find yourself a man. I know that your whole trust system was screwed up because of Danny, but..."
Syd immediately interrupts her upon hearing the name Danny. "Can we not talk about him? I mean yes after what happened between us I am certainly hesitant in trusting someone, but that does not mean my system is screwed up. I'm just more cautious now."
Francie refuses to buy what she is saying. "Syd, listen to me. What happened to you guys was not an everyday occurrence. Honestly, it's stuff that happens only in movies. How were you supposed to know that he....."
Will's footsteps down the stairs prevent Francie from finishing her thought. He goes to Francie kissing her on the head saying, "Hey sweetie, do you have everything packed?"
She looks up to him with a smile, "Pretty much. I just need to tape the boxes shut, and we are set."
"Well in that case don't worry. I'll do it while you and Syd talk some more." He picks up the boxes and takes them so he can shut them up.
Francie brings her attention back to Sydney while placing her hands over Syd's. "I want you to promise me that if you need anything I will be the first person you call."
Sydney firmly reassures Francie, "You will be the first person. In fact, you will be number one on my speed dial." Both women smile with unshed tears in their eyes as they approach the oncoming bittersweet moment.
Will returns from having packed all of the boxes into his car. He looks at two of his closest friends and smiles. He clears his throat saddened by his interrupting of such an emotional moment.
Both women look up to him knowing that he was signaling their inevitable departure. They hug each other tightly as Francie whispers into her ear, "Remember. Anything you need."
Syd becomes too choked up to speak and merely smiles and nods her head against Francie's shoulder.
They break from their embrace as Will decides to join in as well by hugging Sydney. Syd recovers from previous speechless state and tells Will, "You better treat her right. If she comes to me with even one complain, you know I can seriously hurt you without even breaking a sweat."
Will smiles, "Trust me I know the wrath you're capable of. I'm still recovering from the fit you threw after I unknowingly ate the last of your favorite ice cream."
Will and Francie walk to the door giving Syd additional hugs before finally walking out. As she closes the door, Sydney looks around as the solitude of the apartment begins to slowly sink in.
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Meanwhile in SD-6............
"The plan sounds too risky to me. It didn't work the first time. What makes you think this time will be different?" Sark questions Sloane.
"I don't doubt the success of this plot the second time around. The wrong person had the job the first time. He was too sloppy and completely incompetent. This time, however, I have a person who is capable of doing the job. Division leaders have relayed to me reports of his excelling in all training exercises. More importantly he has a personal vendetta at hand," replies Sloane.
"What kind of personal vendetta would that be?"
"Let's just say that he is intent on getting revenge on the CIA for something they did to him or should I say didn't do quite a long time ago," says Sloane as he gets up from his chair to stand next to Sark. "There is, however, one flaw in him."
Sark looks at Sloane and questions, "And what would that flaw be?"
Sloane folds his arms and replies, "Despite years of holding a grudge against the CIA and desiring an opportunity to give them what they deserve, he is still a little too soft for this line of work. In spite of his rough exterior, somewhere in him are still some signs of a conscience."
"Don't you think that may cause some implications in the mission, particularly since we were barely able to prevent the CIA from connecting the first mission with us. This assignment could possibly fail if your so-called golden boy decides to become all saintly on us."
"I will not allow that to happen. If I sense that there is a possibility of failure, I will immediately terminate the agent."
Sark looks questionably at Sloane's sudden passion for the success of this mission. "If I may ask, why is this so important to you?"
Sloane looks at him and slowly responds, "I myself have personal stake at hand. I urge to get revenge on a particular woman by the name of Irina Derevko. I thought her to be a potential protege of mine. Her work with the KGB was truly impressive, which led me to consider swaying her allegiance towards SD-6. In fact, she even got me to believe that she intended to join my side. That was until I learned of her betrayal. Now, I will avenge myself through her most precious possession. Her daughter Sydney Bristow."
As Sloane finishes speaking, he hears the door to his office open. He turns around and reaches his hand out, "Welcome. I'm glad you could come on such short notice. I have been enlightened with a great deal of comments being made by word of mouth concerning. Based on the reports I have received, I have considered assigning you to a particular mission I have in mind. Sark here is an associate of mine who will assist you in going over the basics of your assignment."
Sloane releases the person's hand as Sark now reaches out his hand to greet the new agent saying, "Despite Sloane's gushing welcome, I unfortunately don't believe I have had the pleasure of hearing about you before. What is your name?"
The newly hired agent replies, "Michael. Michael Vaughn."
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What a cliffhanger to start the story off. This is my first story so reviews would be greatly appreciated. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as I enjoy writing it.