This is my newest fanfic. I hope you enjoy it.

Title: Collide

Author: Aryn (that's me!)

Summary: Sydney has had many let downs in her life. Her friends, her father, and potential love interests. But her job with the CIA has not been one of them. When mending the loose ends of her life, she meets someone new. Will he just be another let down on her list, or will he be her knight in shining armor? If one things for certain, he'll change her life forever.

Summary Background: Sydney works for the CIA. Vaughn and Weiss don't work for the CIA. In fact, both Vaughn and Weiss don't even know Sydney. I can't tell you everything now because that wouldn't be fun at all. I changed a lot of the Alias plot line. I'll explain as things go on. May start out as confusing, but you'll understand eventually, I promise. I am most definitely an SV shipper, so you can guess what this fic will be.

Setting: In LA, of course. This is my first fic where its not like an alternate universe, sort of. Meaning, has the CIA and stuff. Yeah, kinda confusing, I'm confusing myself, but I trust you'll figure it out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Alias. Alias belongs to J.J. Abrams. Boo hoo hoo. I know. But I do own anything you do not recognize, so THERE HA HA! Muwah. Oh and I thought of this fic, and started writing it BEFORE the season four finale, so don't think I stole ideas, 'CAUSE I DIDN'T!

Rating: T or PG-13. Just to be safe here.

I demand feedback!


"That will be all," Director Kendall stated sternly at the front of the briefing room. "You are dismissed."

The few agents being debriefed gathered their papers and retreated for the door, onto their lunch breaks.

"What, no 'Good job in Nice, Sydney'?" Agent Sydney Bristow hissed as she left the room with fellow agent Lindsey Montoya. "You'd think he'd be a little more pleased that I got to the artifact before Sloane. And the fact that I saved his ass doing so."

"Kendall doesn't care if you saved his life or not. He's over it," Linsdey explained as the two walked back to their adjoining desks. "But if it makes you feel better, good job in Nice, Sydney."

Sydney smiled in a sarcastic manner, slipping her hand through the strap of her handbag while she searched for her car keys.

"Where we eating?"

"Uh, how about that cafe on the corner of east sixth? I heard they had killer sandwic- Oh, hello Mister Bristow," Lindsey began to say about lunch plans, when Jack Bristow appeared by his daughter's side.

"If you excuse us Agent Montoya, I need to speak with my daughter," Jack said firmly. Then he added in a darker tone, "Alone."

"N-no p-problem, sir. Sydney, I'll be in the lot," it was obvious that Lindsey was intimidated by the senior agent. She gathered a select few papers on her desk thenslid them into her briefcase and made way for the elevator.

Sydney turned so that she was facing her father.

"Good job in Nice."

"I assume there was something else you wanted to talk to me about," Sydney said, slightly annoyed. The tension between her and her father had become so regular lately that it felt rather normal. Since her mother escaped from CIA custody for the second time, Sydney found it slightly difficult to trust her father, as she had her mother. She had fallen into Irina Derevko's trap, to trust the woman who she was told died when she was six.

The first time her mother had escaped from the real CIA, she was helped by Arvin Sloane. Sydney's ex-employer, who turned out to be one of bad guys in the life of espionage. He swindled Sydney and her colleages, making them believe that they were working for a special black ops division of the CIA called SD-6. Sydney found out he had lied to her when he had her fiancee, Danny, assassinated. That's when she joined the real CIA and worked as a double agent to shutdown SD-6.

Irina was taken back into CIA custody when she was caught selling firearms to the Covenant, an intelligence/terrorist organization. Then, the second time she escaped CIA custody, was when there was a mole inside the CIA leaking intel to the Covenant. The mole, Lauren Reed, had freed Derevko and fled the CIA herself. After that, almost two years ago, Irina Derevko was never heard or seen again.

"Dad?" Sydney asked, uneasy as to why her father was taking longer to respond. "Are you alright?"

"A contact of mine, very reliable man, has provided me with intel."

"What kind of intel?" Sydney implored, more interested. Her father sounded more emotional than what he would usually let on.

"About your mother." The two had wandered into small office next to a supply closet.

"Mom? Where is she? Is she okay? Is she alive?" Jack found that his daughter was asking all the same questions he had asked his contact just minutes before.

"In Barcelona, and she is very much alive," Jack muttered under his breath.

"She's in Spain?" Sydney hissed. Her mother had been MIA to the CIA for two years, and she shows up now.

"Yes, but now I need you to listen to me very carefully," he said. Her father was starting to treat her like she was six all over again. "I've set up an extraction tea-"

"No."

"I don't think you understand, she could provide valuable intel to us."

"I don't trust that woman."

"Stop being so difficult, Sydney. You're just as stubborn as she is." Sydney narrowed her eyes at her father. He continued on as if he hadn't even noticed the pointed look from his daughter. "As I was saying, I've set up a team for her extraction Thursday night."

"Then what the hell do you want from me?" Sydney snapped. "Does Kendall know about this?" Jack was silent, an obvious 'no'. "You still trust her," she concluded on her own.

"I need you to cover for me."

"You can't be serious."

"We need you to do this."

"We? Oh, I see how it is now. You're back together. Ha, well I guess you two were never really divorced anyways..."

"That doesn't concern you. Just tell Kendall that I'm taking care of some business in Munich. I'll be back Saturday," he said coldly, and left the office.

In the middle of the office hustle and bustle, Sydney stood, emotionally numb. Her mother, a traitor to her, her father, and the CIA, was being brought back into her life. And Irina Derevko wasn't going to be turned into the CIA, she was going to be rewarded with a secret freedom she didn't deserve. Where's the justice in that? Sydney thought. If I had it my way, I'd turn the wench in. She simply didn't trust the woman.

What Sydney couldn't understand the most, why did her father trust Irina? The two were still legally married. But it seemed to Sydney, that Jack never did stop loving her mother, no matter who she was. That, Sydney did understand. But what were her intentions for leaving three times? And what had she been doing those last two years? Who was she working with? Well, then, Sydney thought. I guess Dad was right. She can provide valuable intel. But I still don't trust her...

"What was that all about?" Lindsey asked curiously as Sydney got into the passenger seat of the car. Lindsey drove the vehicle out of the parking lot and continued onto to East Sixth Street.

Sydney didn't say anything for a minute or so. Until she noticed the younger agent eyeing her intently, she gave up.

"Oh," she said. "Nothing important."


"So how's Francie taking this all?" Lindsey asked excitedly. Her and Sydney had finished their lunch with time to spare. Checking their watches every once and a while, they continued to chat until it was time to return to work.

"She's fine. A few broken picture frames here and there," Sydney sighed. "Will stopped by last night and tried to explain, or whatever it was, but she freaked out even more."

"I feel bad," Linsdey frowned. "I told her I went on a business trip this week. Sounds like she's having such a terrible time."

When Sydney had first started at the real CIA, it wasn't long until she was partnered up with Agent Montoya. The two had bonded in such a hasty manner it wasn't long before Lindsey was over at Sydney's having dinner with her, Will, and Francie. They were more friends than they were partners.

Lindsey had become attached to Francie as well, going shopping with her on her days off from the 'bank'. Of course Lindsey went along with the bank cover as Sydney had all the time with Francie because she was introduced as a colleague. Though, Francie had found it odd that the younger agent had to work surprisingly shorter amounts of work hours than the older agent. "Uh, I'm sort of new to the company," Lindsey explained to a suspicious Francie. The nonagent bought her story, but if anything, Lindsey had been working for the real CIA longer than Sydney.

"You still coming over for dinner Sunday night?" Sydney asked, checking if Lindsey's cover story told to Francie would keep. "She's been looking forward to that this week, as far as she's told me. Will's cheating habit has really gotten to her."

"Yeah, I think so, today is Wednesday, so Thrusday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday," Lindsey counted the days of the week off on her fingers. "Yeah, I told her I left Monday and wouldn't be back until late Saturday night."

Sydney smiled inwardly. Watching her friend stuggle to keep her stories and lies in check was just a taste of what Sydney had had to go through. After the takedown of SD-6, her relationship with her old partner, Marcus Dixon, had ended abruptly because of her betrayal to him. Marshall Flinkman, the techie at SD-6, however, just wanted to work for the good guys, and started to work at the CIA's Los Angeles office.

Lying to the people she cared about had definitely been the worst part. Getting shot at, she reflected. Not so bad.

"Hey Syd, that guy over there is staring at you," Lindsey coughed. Were they being watched? Sydney's training reflexes went into affect. She straightened up her body, and checked for potential gunmen. Glancing around at the other tables, she was confused as to why she didn't see any suspicious-looking thugs. "No, I didn't mean like that kind of guy. I meant he was checking you out."

And to think that I already had all exit strategies planned out...

Sydney casually turned her head to look at who was watching her, pretending as if she hadn't noticed. When her eyes wandered across this one table, a man, maybe in his late twenties, quickly turned back to his friend trying to engage in a coversation. He had dirty blond hair and his emerald eyes held such depth, like an ocean of green.

"That guy he's with is coming over here!" Linsdey squealed. The man, around the same age as green eyes, had dark hair, and was just like Lindsey said, walking over to their table. Green eyes had his head buried in his hands, still sitting at the table, looking embarrassed.

"Hello ladies, I'm Eric," the dark haired man said. Then he said, pointing back at his table where his friend sat, blushing, "And that's my friend Mike." Sydney smiled politely and looked over to his table again. Green eyes started to look familiar.

"I'm Lindsey, and that's Sydney," the younger agent introduced herself and her friend. "Why isn't your friend coming over, is he alright?"

Where had Sydney seen him before? She was sure she had already met him. Or maybe she was just imagining it. Or maybe this was like de ja vu. But no, the setting was all different. She was almost certain that she had met him at a party, but his name, Mike, she assumed Michael, didn't at all ring a bell.

"Yeah. He's just convinced that Sydney here is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen," Eric said without flinching.

"Oh," Sydney said awkwardly, unsure if that was the correct response.

"Hey Vaughn!" Eric called. "Come over here!" Then quickly added to the two confused women, "Vaughn's his last name." Mike Vaughn's head popped up, and he looked more flushed than before, clearly embarrassed. He stood up from his chair and made his way over to the table.

"What's his deal?" Lindsey whispered to Eric before Vaughn was in earshot.

"Her," he said, pointing to Sydney. "I think he's interested," he said, before winking at both Lindsey and Sydney.

When Vaughn had arrived at the table, Sydney stood up, and was first to introduce herself, curious as to why this guy looked so familiar.

"Hi, I'm Sydney," she said warmly, sticking her hand out to shake.

"I'm Michael," Vaughn said, formally introducing himself and shaking Sydney's offered hand. Nope, name still doesn't match with his face... She looked deeper into his eyes, finding herself completely enticed. Not that he wasn't intrigued by the shades of her eyes.

"Oh hey, Syd. We're late for work," Lindsey said, interrupting their moment.

"What exactly do you do?" Michael asked, suddenly interested. "I feel like I've seen you some where, just can't place it."

"I'm a bank representative," she replied. He thought she was familiar too? "What about you?"

"I work in investment," he said.

"Have we met before?" Sydney asked, she just had to know.

"No. Besides, I'd remember a pretty face," he said lightly. Sydney blushed. But she was almost certain...nah. Michael smiled.

"Syd, we're really late," Lindsey interrupted again.

"Oh, yeah. Well it was nice to meet you Michael," Sydney said. "And you too Eric."

"You too," said Vaughn. "But I didn't catch your name," he added, turning towards Lindsey.

"I'm Lindsey," she answered. Michael nodded. "Nice to meet you guys, come on Syd. Bye." She pulled Sydney, who was studying Vaughn's facial features, by the arm and towards the exit.

"Oh, Sydney, wait," Michael said. Sydney untangled herself from the younger agent's grip.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch sometime. Maybe tomorrow," he suggested with a hopeful smile. We just met...Contemplating...Why not? she thought. He's cute enough. And his eyes...

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said, returning a smile of her own. Lindsey and Eric both rolled their eyes.

"How about here tomorrow at the same time?"

"Sounds good," she nodded. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye. Nice meeting you Eric."

"Yeah, sure, anytime," Eric said, putting his hand up in the air, waving.

"Bye," Michael called after both the agents leaving the restaurant.

"Those guys seemed nice," Lindsey sighed as they got into her car. "What is it now?" she asked Sydney.

"Nothing, its just. It feels like I've met Michael somewhere before..."

"But you just met him now," Lindsey said confused.

"Yeah, I know..."

It was quiet in the car as Lindsey pulled out of East Sixth Street.

"That's it!" Sydney cried.

Lindsey jerked in surprise at her friend's sudden burst of thought. "What?"

"I met him in Beijing," Sydney said to herself more than Lindsey.

"Beijing? Why would he be in Beijing?"

"I don't know."


A/N: I thought I'd add a little bit of mystery there are the end. But I'm just getting started, if you thought that chapter was weird. I have this all planned out. Don't you worry! So, Yay? Nay? I need to know! Please review! I'll give you taters! Hmmmm, what are taters precious? Haha.