"Kissing the Enemy"
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own ALIAS…IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!! In this one I'm just a poor college student, who thinks writing "fanfiction" is a "study break"!!!
(Sydney's POV)
"There are just some things that make girls go weak in the knees, or in my case gives them the strength to stand, and act without with out thinking. Like when a guy acts vulnerable and needy, or when they say things like "You were the last person I ever wanted to see, and the only person I ever wanted to see."
Typically, I'm a quick thinker, I'm rational, and I get paid to be! I've learned the hard way that going by my feelings can only end in heartbreak!
So I'm not exactly sure what possessed me to throw myself at the man who left me, broken hearted, five years ago.
Maybe it was because he was my first real love, or because he told the clearance agent that he is in love (or did he say he "was" in love? Hmm…) but wouldn't kiss and tell!
Maybe I was in shock, maybe I was lonely, maybe I was the needy one. Maybe I just wanted to be in the arms of a man who knew who I really was!
It wasn't until shirts were lost and lips were tangled that I actually began to think. The past just began to replay like a movie. It was great at first; remembering the excitement I once felt but it didn't stop with my "glory days" at SD-6. The memories, the feelings of when he left, it felt like yesterday. Then Danny, how he restored my faith in men, in love. Then I saw him, in the tub, bathing in his blood, I could smell it. I thought I might throw up.
I pulled away, practically sobbing, he looked so hurt and confused, and I SHOULD have felt bad but I didn't. I just kept thinking, he's SD-6, I was making out with an employee of Danny's murderer. I WAS KISSING THE ENEMY!!!
And he didn't REALLY know me, not anymore. I tried to explain; I got the basic story out, about Danny anyway. But of course I couldn't tell him everything, and really didn't want to. He had the wrong face, he didn't look like my confidant, my best friend, the one who knows what I'm thinking even before I say it, the one that even when I say nothing at all I leave feeling like the world has been lifted off my shoulders!
I had to get away from him, to think. I splashed the cool water on my face, allowed the bathroom sink to hold me up, and starred at the stranger in the mirror.
Wait a minute, he KNEW I deleted junk mail, we had a whole stupid conversation about it one day! Why does he have to leave so soon, what is the "long story"? Where is Vaughn when I need to ramble and sort things out. Oh that's right he's back in Los Angeles, where he's REFUSED to help me find my mother!!! I'm not bitter… yeah I am. This is just great, one more thing to make me the angriest woman alive, better remove all weapons of mass destruction!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own ALIAS…IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!! In this one I'm just a poor college student, who thinks writing "fanfiction" is a "study break"!!!
(Sydney's POV)
"There are just some things that make girls go weak in the knees, or in my case gives them the strength to stand, and act without with out thinking. Like when a guy acts vulnerable and needy, or when they say things like "You were the last person I ever wanted to see, and the only person I ever wanted to see."
Typically, I'm a quick thinker, I'm rational, and I get paid to be! I've learned the hard way that going by my feelings can only end in heartbreak!
So I'm not exactly sure what possessed me to throw myself at the man who left me, broken hearted, five years ago.
Maybe it was because he was my first real love, or because he told the clearance agent that he is in love (or did he say he "was" in love? Hmm…) but wouldn't kiss and tell!
Maybe I was in shock, maybe I was lonely, maybe I was the needy one. Maybe I just wanted to be in the arms of a man who knew who I really was!
It wasn't until shirts were lost and lips were tangled that I actually began to think. The past just began to replay like a movie. It was great at first; remembering the excitement I once felt but it didn't stop with my "glory days" at SD-6. The memories, the feelings of when he left, it felt like yesterday. Then Danny, how he restored my faith in men, in love. Then I saw him, in the tub, bathing in his blood, I could smell it. I thought I might throw up.
I pulled away, practically sobbing, he looked so hurt and confused, and I SHOULD have felt bad but I didn't. I just kept thinking, he's SD-6, I was making out with an employee of Danny's murderer. I WAS KISSING THE ENEMY!!!
And he didn't REALLY know me, not anymore. I tried to explain; I got the basic story out, about Danny anyway. But of course I couldn't tell him everything, and really didn't want to. He had the wrong face, he didn't look like my confidant, my best friend, the one who knows what I'm thinking even before I say it, the one that even when I say nothing at all I leave feeling like the world has been lifted off my shoulders!
I had to get away from him, to think. I splashed the cool water on my face, allowed the bathroom sink to hold me up, and starred at the stranger in the mirror.
Wait a minute, he KNEW I deleted junk mail, we had a whole stupid conversation about it one day! Why does he have to leave so soon, what is the "long story"? Where is Vaughn when I need to ramble and sort things out. Oh that's right he's back in Los Angeles, where he's REFUSED to help me find my mother!!! I'm not bitter… yeah I am. This is just great, one more thing to make me the angriest woman alive, better remove all weapons of mass destruction!!!