title. Recruited

author. kate jones

email. katejoneslives@yahoo.com

summary. Both Sydney and Vaughn were recruited December of 1994. Their stories are different, their organizations different, but their choices the same.

rating. G

disclaimer. not for profit. characters not mine. timeline not mine.

dist. Cover Me, ffn, sd-1, all other ask

a/n Comprised of original ideas, seeing as I missed the pilot (but ordered the dvd) and haven't read any of the prequels. Yes, this is in my kind of AU, like my other fics, and I highly doubt any of the things you'll see in here really happened. I got the timeline from the Alias: Declassified dvd.

Has this been done? If it has, then I guess I'll just concentrate on writing my other stuff.

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November 29, 1994

Sydney A. Bristow-

Crosses quad at 3:15 PM. Checks kiosk E342 outside English building. Enters through west door. Routine unchanged.

November 30, 1994

Sydney A. Bristow-

Crosses quad at 3:15 PM. Checks kiosk E342 outside English building. Enters through west door. Routine unchanged.

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"Hello."

Sydney looked up from the kiosk and gave the man in a black suit a smile. He looked kind of young, early-thirties was her guess. "Hi."

"I'm looking for Sydney Bristow. Do you know her? I know she has a meeting with a professor soon and—"

"I'm Sydney Bristow." She hid her skepticism and asked, "Who are you?"

"McKennas Cole." He stuck his right hand out for her to shake. "I work for Credit Dauphine, the big white building downtown. Let me get to the point. We're looking for some fresh meat." He laughed, and she smiled at his attempt at a joke, eyes drawing to the English building where she was supposed to meet her Western Literature professor in three minutes.

"Listen, I have to go—"

He continued, as if she had never spoken. This jarred her, but she held her temper. "The COO of Credit Dauphine, Arvin Sloane, has connections with the University. They gave us your name along with a few others when we informed them of our new job-recruitment project."

"Job recruitment project?" She spoke quickly, questions spilling out of her mouth one after another. "Exactly what kind of people do you recruit? And how is the University allowed to give you my name?"

He handed her a business card, which she glanced at before drilling holes into his face once more, jaw clenched this time.

"Call this number. They'll get you an appointment to meet with Arvin Sloane himself." Cole walked away, and Sydney watched his retreat, unsure of what exactly was going on.