Disclaimer: Sadly, I am NOT the genius behind ALIAS.

Chapter One – 2002

CIA FIELD OFFICE, LOS ANGELES – 10:00 A.M.

"Hey, Jack," Michael Vaughn called to Sydney's father. "You seen Sydney this morning?"

"You haven't seen her either?" asked Jack, now more worried than before.

As if on cue, the phone on Jack's desk started to ring.

"Sydney?" he asked, anticipating his daughter to answer and tell him that she just had the flu, and had to stay home.

"Hello, Mr. Bristow. This is Dr. Robertson, from the hospital. It's Sydney," said the doctor.

Jack kept his normal mask, but his eyes were filled with fear.

"At six this morning, we received a call from Sydney's neighbor that they had heard gunshots. We sent an ambulance, and she was unconscious when we arrived. When the paramedics got to the hospital, she went straight to the OR. We removed the bullet. She made it through surgery, and she's alive," said Dr, Robertson, sensing Jack's immediate reaction: Did she make it? "but just barely. I would have called you sooner, but… I was busy."

Yes, busy trying to save my daughter, Jack thought. He felt gratitude towards the doctor. "Where's the wound?" he asked, all business on the exterior.

Inside, he was crying, screaming – he was feeling every emotion possible.

"On her abdomen. The bullet just barely missed her right kidney. Her condition was stable as of one hour ago." Dr. Robertson took a breath. "We still don't know if she's going to make it."

Jack collapsed onto his desk chair and put a hand to his forehead. Vaughn, who hadn't heard much of the conversation, seemed to have had his worst fears confirmed by Jack's reaction.

"You should probably come down here. I'm sorry," said Dr. Robertson softly. "I really am."

With that, Jack hung up the phone and put his head down.

"Jack, what the hell is going on?" asked Vaughn, his face terrified.

Jack raised his head. Before, to Vaughn, Jack seemed like the kind of man who could watch a person die, even kill someone himself, and lose no sleep over it. But now, looking into Jack's worry-lined face, he could see more than his intimidating and fearless nature.

He was a father.

The father of the woman Vaughn loved.

Okay, what's Plan B? 'Cause that's not going to happen.

- Michael Vaughn

Okay, so here's the first chapter to an epic ALIAS story! I worked most of my summer on this and I'm FINALLY putting it up! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I want to know if all my hard work paid off!

P.S. Sorry for any techinical errors I may have made! I didn't do much research, except for watching the show!