Disclaimer: Alias is not mine but I wish it were.
A/N: This chapter has been redone. I wanted to add some thing in, very subtle but definite changes!
"I can't think!" Sydney bellowed from her bedroom into the void of space. "I hate writer's block!"!" Sydney cried from her bedroom, with her laptop resting uncomfortably on her lap.
"That's why you're in sucha foul mood." Will appeared at her doorway from the kitchen and leaned against the door jam. He smiled at his friend, lying on her bed with her laptop balancing on one knee. She had propped herself up with pillows and sat with a very cross look on her face.. He still had a crush on her but came the realization a few months ago that they were destined to be friends.
"Why did I take this class?" Sydney moaned and flopped back onto her white pillows. "It's due tomorrow and all I have is my name written down!"
"You did it because you like challenges?" He walked slowly towards the bed and stood at the foot of it.
"And being a double agent and traveling all over the world isn't?" Francie wasn't home and then could talk freely. "Come.sit, talk." Sydney sat up and motioned for Will to come and join her. She was dressed casually and it was Saturday, no work for that day.
"Yeah, but you like challenges." Will smugly replied and wilted down next to her. He laid on his side, looking on to her laptop.
"But I have writer's block." Sydney grew quiet for a moment, "Do you want to write it for me? You're such a tal-" She pouted her lips a little hoping her charm would rub off and he would cave. No such luck.
Will bit his lip to prevent a swelling smile, "Tempting but no. It's your assignment, Syd. I can't do it for you. Trust me, tempting but you need to write on your own."
"Yeah, well." She glanced around her room. "Why can't I write?"
Will started to laugh. "Miss CIA-I-can-save-the-world-and-in-heals- so- there can't write a short story?"
Sydney sighed in disgust and glared at the computer screen. "Why can't I write?"
Will started to laugh. "Miss CIA-I-can-save-the-world-and-in-heals- so- there can't write a short story?"
"Hey! For your information, I haven't saved the world in over a week!" She cried, giving Will a playful shove that resulted in him tumbling from the bedside. "So there!"
Will continued to laugh from the ground. "Help me up?"
"You deserved to push." Sydney responded, starting to laugh a little herself. She finally gave in and pulled him up by his hands.
"It's about time!" Will happily rejoined his friend on the white feather comforter. "So tell me, what are you suppose to be writing about?"
"I'm supposed to write what I know." Sydney glanced back at Will and then at her laptop.
"Well, what do you know?" Will started to coax her, adjusting his weight trying to get more comfortable.
"Um.my mom was KGB and faked her own death but is now in a CIA cell, my boss is one of the most evil men in the world..I work for the people I thought I was fighting.my best friend in the world was tortured because he was trying to find out information about my fiancé's death..oh! My handler's dad was killed by mother.I could go on for pages!" Sydney said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She left out one thing; I'm in love with my handler, whose father was killed by my mother.
"Write about what you know as a quote normal person." Will replied, clearly thinking long and hard about his choice of words. "Or what you would be if you had a normal life."
The light bulb sprung on in her head. She straightened up. "I need to get out of here! There's a place where I can.I'm gonna drive around for a bit and maybe get some ideas. Driving always clears my head." She spoke quickly and pushed her laptop off of her leg. The base of the laptop was warm and warmed her leg. Her hot leg sprung off and she started to run towards the closet. She wore a pair of form jeans and a black little tank top. It slightly showed her stomach when she moved a certain way but it didn't matter where she was going. All she needed to do was to get there. Her bare feet brought her over to her closet and found a pair of black sandals with a spiked heel. "Do you mind?"
"I totally understand. How many times did I get out of here to think?" Will leaned back onto his forearms. He tilted his head to the side as Sydney threw on her black heels.
"You really want to get out of here fast." Will commented. "You grabbed those heels?"
""Newest fashion trend." She remarked quickly as she slide into them. dney spoke rapidly as she bounced around her room, packing up her laptop and pulling her hair back from her face. Will made an effort to move but Sydney promptly stopped him. "Stay. You need to relax. Besides, I'll be back in an hour and then I need you to read!"
"And now you're a fashion diva too?"
"You could say that." Sydney raced over to the bed and packed up her laptop and grabbed her keys. "Jeans, t-shirt, and heels. I'm ready for vogue."
Will laughed as he watched her bop about. "Can I ask you're going?"
Sydney stopped in her tracks and turned from her dresser towards Will. She really didn't know how to answer that, "I think I'm just gonna drive and where ever it leads me, is where I'm going to go." It was vague and she knew it. She leaned against her dresser as her answer registered in Will's mind.
"Liar." He laughed.
"What?"
"You got so used to lying that you can't lie to me anymore." Will got more comfortable on the bed.
"Fine. I going to the warehouse." Sydney replied sheepishly. "I better get going.this is gonna take me a while." She wanted to get out here, not because she didn't like talking to Will but because she knew that if she got to the warehouse, she would be able to get her emotions about everything down.it would be kinda nice just to be alone. She called to Will once more and walked out of her house with her keys in one hand and her briefcase with her laptop in it in the other. She got into her car and started the engine and threw her briefcase on the passenger seat. It was nice running out of the house without having to save the world. "Yeah, like I save the world." Sydney spoke aloud. Her car began to pull out and she just double checked that she had everything.
Please R&R! This is kinda fluffy I know but it gets cuter and sweeter once you see where Sydney is going.what she writes and a reaction you'll always want to see!
A/N: This chapter has been redone. I wanted to add some thing in, very subtle but definite changes!
"I can't think!" Sydney bellowed from her bedroom into the void of space. "I hate writer's block!"!" Sydney cried from her bedroom, with her laptop resting uncomfortably on her lap.
"That's why you're in sucha foul mood." Will appeared at her doorway from the kitchen and leaned against the door jam. He smiled at his friend, lying on her bed with her laptop balancing on one knee. She had propped herself up with pillows and sat with a very cross look on her face.. He still had a crush on her but came the realization a few months ago that they were destined to be friends.
"Why did I take this class?" Sydney moaned and flopped back onto her white pillows. "It's due tomorrow and all I have is my name written down!"
"You did it because you like challenges?" He walked slowly towards the bed and stood at the foot of it.
"And being a double agent and traveling all over the world isn't?" Francie wasn't home and then could talk freely. "Come.sit, talk." Sydney sat up and motioned for Will to come and join her. She was dressed casually and it was Saturday, no work for that day.
"Yeah, but you like challenges." Will smugly replied and wilted down next to her. He laid on his side, looking on to her laptop.
"But I have writer's block." Sydney grew quiet for a moment, "Do you want to write it for me? You're such a tal-" She pouted her lips a little hoping her charm would rub off and he would cave. No such luck.
Will bit his lip to prevent a swelling smile, "Tempting but no. It's your assignment, Syd. I can't do it for you. Trust me, tempting but you need to write on your own."
"Yeah, well." She glanced around her room. "Why can't I write?"
Will started to laugh. "Miss CIA-I-can-save-the-world-and-in-heals- so- there can't write a short story?"
Sydney sighed in disgust and glared at the computer screen. "Why can't I write?"
Will started to laugh. "Miss CIA-I-can-save-the-world-and-in-heals- so- there can't write a short story?"
"Hey! For your information, I haven't saved the world in over a week!" She cried, giving Will a playful shove that resulted in him tumbling from the bedside. "So there!"
Will continued to laugh from the ground. "Help me up?"
"You deserved to push." Sydney responded, starting to laugh a little herself. She finally gave in and pulled him up by his hands.
"It's about time!" Will happily rejoined his friend on the white feather comforter. "So tell me, what are you suppose to be writing about?"
"I'm supposed to write what I know." Sydney glanced back at Will and then at her laptop.
"Well, what do you know?" Will started to coax her, adjusting his weight trying to get more comfortable.
"Um.my mom was KGB and faked her own death but is now in a CIA cell, my boss is one of the most evil men in the world..I work for the people I thought I was fighting.my best friend in the world was tortured because he was trying to find out information about my fiancé's death..oh! My handler's dad was killed by mother.I could go on for pages!" Sydney said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She left out one thing; I'm in love with my handler, whose father was killed by my mother.
"Write about what you know as a quote normal person." Will replied, clearly thinking long and hard about his choice of words. "Or what you would be if you had a normal life."
The light bulb sprung on in her head. She straightened up. "I need to get out of here! There's a place where I can.I'm gonna drive around for a bit and maybe get some ideas. Driving always clears my head." She spoke quickly and pushed her laptop off of her leg. The base of the laptop was warm and warmed her leg. Her hot leg sprung off and she started to run towards the closet. She wore a pair of form jeans and a black little tank top. It slightly showed her stomach when she moved a certain way but it didn't matter where she was going. All she needed to do was to get there. Her bare feet brought her over to her closet and found a pair of black sandals with a spiked heel. "Do you mind?"
"I totally understand. How many times did I get out of here to think?" Will leaned back onto his forearms. He tilted his head to the side as Sydney threw on her black heels.
"You really want to get out of here fast." Will commented. "You grabbed those heels?"
""Newest fashion trend." She remarked quickly as she slide into them. dney spoke rapidly as she bounced around her room, packing up her laptop and pulling her hair back from her face. Will made an effort to move but Sydney promptly stopped him. "Stay. You need to relax. Besides, I'll be back in an hour and then I need you to read!"
"And now you're a fashion diva too?"
"You could say that." Sydney raced over to the bed and packed up her laptop and grabbed her keys. "Jeans, t-shirt, and heels. I'm ready for vogue."
Will laughed as he watched her bop about. "Can I ask you're going?"
Sydney stopped in her tracks and turned from her dresser towards Will. She really didn't know how to answer that, "I think I'm just gonna drive and where ever it leads me, is where I'm going to go." It was vague and she knew it. She leaned against her dresser as her answer registered in Will's mind.
"Liar." He laughed.
"What?"
"You got so used to lying that you can't lie to me anymore." Will got more comfortable on the bed.
"Fine. I going to the warehouse." Sydney replied sheepishly. "I better get going.this is gonna take me a while." She wanted to get out here, not because she didn't like talking to Will but because she knew that if she got to the warehouse, she would be able to get her emotions about everything down.it would be kinda nice just to be alone. She called to Will once more and walked out of her house with her keys in one hand and her briefcase with her laptop in it in the other. She got into her car and started the engine and threw her briefcase on the passenger seat. It was nice running out of the house without having to save the world. "Yeah, like I save the world." Sydney spoke aloud. Her car began to pull out and she just double checked that she had everything.
Please R&R! This is kinda fluffy I know but it gets cuter and sweeter once you see where Sydney is going.what she writes and a reaction you'll always want to see!