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Author's Note: Man . . . most of you Alias Fans don't like Weiss/Syd. I have to disagree with a lot of you and say, "No it isn't wrong for them to be together." Think about it like this. Vaughn is dead, whom else would you want to see her with that is good enough for her? Certainly not Will, in my opinion anyways. Sorry to all those people out there that like Will, I mean no harm. NE-who, on with the story.
Chapter 5 - Dreams Continued and Tummy Growling
Weiss looked around the area trying to figure out a way to get a way from the guards.
"Put the girl down," one of the guards said.
'Damnit! What now?' The guards started moving closer to Weiss and Sydney. 'I can't let that son of a bitch have Syd!'
"Put her down!" The guard walking closer, with the other two behind him, started to turn red. "Put her . . . "
With all of his strength, Weiss kicked the guard in the leg causing him to fall onto the ground, while still holding Sydney. The other guards dropped down to the one on the ground. "Go get him you idiots!"
The guards started running after Weiss, as they started shooting their guns up in the air to signal for more guards. "I see him," one guard called out. He aimed his revolver at Weiss' back and shot him.
Weiss fell over with Sydney still in his arms. She looked up and saw his face and touched it with her hand. "Weiss?"
He coughed, "I . . . I'm . . . sorry, Syd." He started choking on his words, "I . . . I lo . . . ve you."
Sydney took both of her hands and brought them around his neck. "Don't you die on me too, Weiss!" His eyes started to flicker. "Weiss!" She cried out as she felt his heart beat stopping.
"Syd?" Francie knocked on Sydney's bedroom door. She didn't hear a reply and decided to walk in. "Syd, are you up?"
"We . . . Weiss," Sydney called out.
Francie went over to Sydney and shook her. She opened her eyes and saw Francie looking down at her. "Are you all right?"
Sydney raised up and gave her friend a fake smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a weird dream."
"Who is Weiss?" Francie looked at her with a mischievous smile.
'Weiss? Oh my God, did she hear me call out his name?' "It's nobody," Sydney got out of the bed trying to brush the subject away.
"It must be somebody if you're having dreams about him." Francie laughed while waiting for Sydney to tell her who this Weiss guy was.
'It must be somebody if you're having dreams about him?' Sydney repeated what her friend said. 'Is he . . . is he somebody?' "He's just a guy at work."
"Sounds like he's just more than a guy at work." Francie stepped in front of her blocking her way out the door. "And don't try pushing this away either, I want to know about this guy who is haunting your dreams."
"Francie, if he was someone important than I would tell you." Sydney tried pushing her away.
"Is this the only time you had a dream about him," she asked.
"Yeah, of course it was." Sydney said, "Besides the last time." 'Oh crap why did you just say that?' She noticed the big smile crossing over Francie's face.
"You like him." Francie put her hands on her hips, "Admit it. You like this Weiss guy."
"No, I don't." Sydney shoved Francie out of the way and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and looked for some orange juice.
"Yes you do. Maybe you don't know it yet but you will soon realize that you do. And by the way you keep denying it, you probably will fall in love with him, too." Francie went to the television and turned on the news.
"Do we not have any orange juice?" Sydney started shoving food around looking for other beverages while trying to ignore what the other was saying.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I need you to go and get some groceries. My sister is coming in to town and she wants me to take her sight seeing and shopping." Francie redirected her attention to the news. "You don't mind do you?"
"No, I need to get out of this place and my job more anyways." Sydney shut the door to the refrigerator and went to her bathroom to get ready for a shower.
"Attention shoppers, we are now featuring spiral hams on sale for five dollars," a voice over the intercom called out in the grocery store. After the announcement, Sydney noticed several shoppers starting to run to the meat aisle.
'Why was I dreaming about him, anyways?' Sydney looked back on her dream while searching for deficiencies on the eggplant she was handling. 'I don't like him! I don't care what Francie says. Most of the time he's rude to me. Why would I like him? And fall in love with him? Please, give me a break!' A cart bumped her in the back of the leg, causing her to turn around yelling, "Hey why don't you wa . . ." She saw Weiss looking at the lettuce.
As he heard Sydney's familiar voice he turned and saw that his shopping cart rolled out from his hand and hit her in the leg. "Ummm . . . I'm sorry." He walked over to the cart and rolled it away from her while offering her a smile.
Sydney felt weak in the knees, "It's quite all right." 'Please don't smile at me,' she thought as she was trying to gain control of her legs.
Weiss held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Eric."
Sydney returned the gesture and shook his hand. She felt warm inside while she held it. "I'm Sydney." He smiled at her again. 'Oh why must you do that," she thought as she felt her cheeks turning warm. 'God, don't blush you idiot!'
"So . . . Sydney, I was wondering if you are much of a shopper."
"Why do you ask?" She was surprised by his question.
"Because, I have no clue if this lettuce is any good or not. I have to admit I don't do this very often. When I do buy food it's mainly macaroni and cheese or Roman noodles." He saw a smile cross her face. She stepped closer to him as she reached out to the lettuce, searching for better ones than what was in his hand. "If I remember correctly, I didn't call for us to meet here," he said in a low voice.
"You didn't. Francie wanted me to get some groceries," she whispered while smiling at his last statement. "What about you? Why are you here?"
"There isn't any food at my place so I came here to get some." He watched Sydney as she picked up a head of lettuce and handed it to him. "Thank you."
"No problem." Sydney offered him a smile. 'Why am I not leaving?' "Do you want me to help you shop?" 'Why on earth did you just ask him that? He probably knows how to do it.'
"If you don't mind . . ."
"I'd love to," she cut him off short. She turned around to get her cart and the eggplant. 'I'd loved to,' she started mocking herself. 'Why did you say that?'
They drove their carts beside each other's, stopping at specific food items to buy. "Thanks," Weiss whispered to her.
She looked over at him and said, "Do you really only buy macaroni and cheese or Roman noodles? I thought you were just saying that as a cover for us to talk."
"Sadly to say, yeah." He glanced over at her smiling. "I'm a bad cook so I buy stuff that I know that I can make."
Sydney laughed silently to herself, but still managed a big grin to appear on her face. 'So . . . you don't know how to cook . . . hmmm . . . ' Sydney shook her head to clear away a thought. 'No, Syd!'
They were both at the cash register after finishing their shopping. Sydney was ahead of Weiss, all ready starting to write out her check. He watched as she focused on her writing. She turned and smiled at him. 'She has such a beautiful smile. And those eyes . . .' He tried clearing his mind. 'Stop it, Eric! Remember this is Sydney Bristow!' "I just can't thank you enough for helping me shop," he smiled as he started unloading his items onto the register.
The teenage girl looked over at Sydney, noticing that she blushes every time Weiss smiled at her. She then turned her attention at Weiss, who was trying to hide the fact that he kept staring over at Sydney. The girl shook her head and said, "Get a room," under her breath.
Sydney started loading her groceries into her vehicle and turned to see Weiss opening the trunk of his car that was parked right next to her. 'Wow, what a coincidence.' "Hmmm . . . this is weird don't you think." She whispered at him.
Weiss glanced over at Sydney. "Yeah, it is." He started loading his groceries into his car. 'If only I could cook I would . . .' He shook his head, 'What the hell, Eric? Are you losing your mind?'
Sydney pushed her cart into the cart loader and walked back to her vehicle. Eric stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He soon realized what he was doing and grabbed his cart to put away. "So, maybe we'll run into each other again sometime. There's always the mall," Sydney giggled. 'Did you just giggle at him?'
"Yeah, I'd like that." Weiss smiled at her, causing her to go weak in the knees once more. 'Why did you say that? You're acting like your trying to hit on her!' He thought to himself for a second, 'Are you?'
Sydney opened the driver's side door and got in. After a few seconds she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot waving at Weiss. 'What is wrong with you, Syd?' She started to feel lonely while she drove back home. Trying not to think about him, she turned on the radio. The song "I Will Always Love You" came on. 'What the hell?' She reached for the knob to turn stations. Every station she stopped at was playing love songs. Finally, she turned it off sticking her back into her thoughts. 'I want to see him again.' Shaking her head at what she just thought, she hit herself on the cheek making sure she was okay. "What is wrong with you, Syd?"
Two teenage boys pulled up beside her watching Sydney yelling at herself. She gave them a fake smile and they started getting sparkles in their eyes as they did the familiar male head nod trying to hit on her.
Sydney looked back at the road in disgust. "I get to see him tonight!" She said with happiness in her voice. Then she realized what she said and slumped back down in the driver's seat, 'You need ice cream, Syd!'
Author's Note: In case you're wondering, Sydney didn't forget her dream. It will come to her attention * Clearing Throat * soon. And for those who don't think that it is wrong for Weiss and Syd to be together and wants to see romance to start blooming, well it's coming * Clearing Throat Once More * soon.
FEEDBACK: Good, bad, I'm the chic with the story . . . hehehe. I will answer any questions that are up on the reviews in the Author's Notes.
ARCHIVE: Sure, would love it. Just let me know first!
Author's Note: Man . . . most of you Alias Fans don't like Weiss/Syd. I have to disagree with a lot of you and say, "No it isn't wrong for them to be together." Think about it like this. Vaughn is dead, whom else would you want to see her with that is good enough for her? Certainly not Will, in my opinion anyways. Sorry to all those people out there that like Will, I mean no harm. NE-who, on with the story.
Chapter 5 - Dreams Continued and Tummy Growling
Weiss looked around the area trying to figure out a way to get a way from the guards.
"Put the girl down," one of the guards said.
'Damnit! What now?' The guards started moving closer to Weiss and Sydney. 'I can't let that son of a bitch have Syd!'
"Put her down!" The guard walking closer, with the other two behind him, started to turn red. "Put her . . . "
With all of his strength, Weiss kicked the guard in the leg causing him to fall onto the ground, while still holding Sydney. The other guards dropped down to the one on the ground. "Go get him you idiots!"
The guards started running after Weiss, as they started shooting their guns up in the air to signal for more guards. "I see him," one guard called out. He aimed his revolver at Weiss' back and shot him.
Weiss fell over with Sydney still in his arms. She looked up and saw his face and touched it with her hand. "Weiss?"
He coughed, "I . . . I'm . . . sorry, Syd." He started choking on his words, "I . . . I lo . . . ve you."
Sydney took both of her hands and brought them around his neck. "Don't you die on me too, Weiss!" His eyes started to flicker. "Weiss!" She cried out as she felt his heart beat stopping.
"Syd?" Francie knocked on Sydney's bedroom door. She didn't hear a reply and decided to walk in. "Syd, are you up?"
"We . . . Weiss," Sydney called out.
Francie went over to Sydney and shook her. She opened her eyes and saw Francie looking down at her. "Are you all right?"
Sydney raised up and gave her friend a fake smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a weird dream."
"Who is Weiss?" Francie looked at her with a mischievous smile.
'Weiss? Oh my God, did she hear me call out his name?' "It's nobody," Sydney got out of the bed trying to brush the subject away.
"It must be somebody if you're having dreams about him." Francie laughed while waiting for Sydney to tell her who this Weiss guy was.
'It must be somebody if you're having dreams about him?' Sydney repeated what her friend said. 'Is he . . . is he somebody?' "He's just a guy at work."
"Sounds like he's just more than a guy at work." Francie stepped in front of her blocking her way out the door. "And don't try pushing this away either, I want to know about this guy who is haunting your dreams."
"Francie, if he was someone important than I would tell you." Sydney tried pushing her away.
"Is this the only time you had a dream about him," she asked.
"Yeah, of course it was." Sydney said, "Besides the last time." 'Oh crap why did you just say that?' She noticed the big smile crossing over Francie's face.
"You like him." Francie put her hands on her hips, "Admit it. You like this Weiss guy."
"No, I don't." Sydney shoved Francie out of the way and walked to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door and looked for some orange juice.
"Yes you do. Maybe you don't know it yet but you will soon realize that you do. And by the way you keep denying it, you probably will fall in love with him, too." Francie went to the television and turned on the news.
"Do we not have any orange juice?" Sydney started shoving food around looking for other beverages while trying to ignore what the other was saying.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I need you to go and get some groceries. My sister is coming in to town and she wants me to take her sight seeing and shopping." Francie redirected her attention to the news. "You don't mind do you?"
"No, I need to get out of this place and my job more anyways." Sydney shut the door to the refrigerator and went to her bathroom to get ready for a shower.
"Attention shoppers, we are now featuring spiral hams on sale for five dollars," a voice over the intercom called out in the grocery store. After the announcement, Sydney noticed several shoppers starting to run to the meat aisle.
'Why was I dreaming about him, anyways?' Sydney looked back on her dream while searching for deficiencies on the eggplant she was handling. 'I don't like him! I don't care what Francie says. Most of the time he's rude to me. Why would I like him? And fall in love with him? Please, give me a break!' A cart bumped her in the back of the leg, causing her to turn around yelling, "Hey why don't you wa . . ." She saw Weiss looking at the lettuce.
As he heard Sydney's familiar voice he turned and saw that his shopping cart rolled out from his hand and hit her in the leg. "Ummm . . . I'm sorry." He walked over to the cart and rolled it away from her while offering her a smile.
Sydney felt weak in the knees, "It's quite all right." 'Please don't smile at me,' she thought as she was trying to gain control of her legs.
Weiss held out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Eric."
Sydney returned the gesture and shook his hand. She felt warm inside while she held it. "I'm Sydney." He smiled at her again. 'Oh why must you do that," she thought as she felt her cheeks turning warm. 'God, don't blush you idiot!'
"So . . . Sydney, I was wondering if you are much of a shopper."
"Why do you ask?" She was surprised by his question.
"Because, I have no clue if this lettuce is any good or not. I have to admit I don't do this very often. When I do buy food it's mainly macaroni and cheese or Roman noodles." He saw a smile cross her face. She stepped closer to him as she reached out to the lettuce, searching for better ones than what was in his hand. "If I remember correctly, I didn't call for us to meet here," he said in a low voice.
"You didn't. Francie wanted me to get some groceries," she whispered while smiling at his last statement. "What about you? Why are you here?"
"There isn't any food at my place so I came here to get some." He watched Sydney as she picked up a head of lettuce and handed it to him. "Thank you."
"No problem." Sydney offered him a smile. 'Why am I not leaving?' "Do you want me to help you shop?" 'Why on earth did you just ask him that? He probably knows how to do it.'
"If you don't mind . . ."
"I'd love to," she cut him off short. She turned around to get her cart and the eggplant. 'I'd loved to,' she started mocking herself. 'Why did you say that?'
They drove their carts beside each other's, stopping at specific food items to buy. "Thanks," Weiss whispered to her.
She looked over at him and said, "Do you really only buy macaroni and cheese or Roman noodles? I thought you were just saying that as a cover for us to talk."
"Sadly to say, yeah." He glanced over at her smiling. "I'm a bad cook so I buy stuff that I know that I can make."
Sydney laughed silently to herself, but still managed a big grin to appear on her face. 'So . . . you don't know how to cook . . . hmmm . . . ' Sydney shook her head to clear away a thought. 'No, Syd!'
They were both at the cash register after finishing their shopping. Sydney was ahead of Weiss, all ready starting to write out her check. He watched as she focused on her writing. She turned and smiled at him. 'She has such a beautiful smile. And those eyes . . .' He tried clearing his mind. 'Stop it, Eric! Remember this is Sydney Bristow!' "I just can't thank you enough for helping me shop," he smiled as he started unloading his items onto the register.
The teenage girl looked over at Sydney, noticing that she blushes every time Weiss smiled at her. She then turned her attention at Weiss, who was trying to hide the fact that he kept staring over at Sydney. The girl shook her head and said, "Get a room," under her breath.
Sydney started loading her groceries into her vehicle and turned to see Weiss opening the trunk of his car that was parked right next to her. 'Wow, what a coincidence.' "Hmmm . . . this is weird don't you think." She whispered at him.
Weiss glanced over at Sydney. "Yeah, it is." He started loading his groceries into his car. 'If only I could cook I would . . .' He shook his head, 'What the hell, Eric? Are you losing your mind?'
Sydney pushed her cart into the cart loader and walked back to her vehicle. Eric stared at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He soon realized what he was doing and grabbed his cart to put away. "So, maybe we'll run into each other again sometime. There's always the mall," Sydney giggled. 'Did you just giggle at him?'
"Yeah, I'd like that." Weiss smiled at her, causing her to go weak in the knees once more. 'Why did you say that? You're acting like your trying to hit on her!' He thought to himself for a second, 'Are you?'
Sydney opened the driver's side door and got in. After a few seconds she started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot waving at Weiss. 'What is wrong with you, Syd?' She started to feel lonely while she drove back home. Trying not to think about him, she turned on the radio. The song "I Will Always Love You" came on. 'What the hell?' She reached for the knob to turn stations. Every station she stopped at was playing love songs. Finally, she turned it off sticking her back into her thoughts. 'I want to see him again.' Shaking her head at what she just thought, she hit herself on the cheek making sure she was okay. "What is wrong with you, Syd?"
Two teenage boys pulled up beside her watching Sydney yelling at herself. She gave them a fake smile and they started getting sparkles in their eyes as they did the familiar male head nod trying to hit on her.
Sydney looked back at the road in disgust. "I get to see him tonight!" She said with happiness in her voice. Then she realized what she said and slumped back down in the driver's seat, 'You need ice cream, Syd!'
Author's Note: In case you're wondering, Sydney didn't forget her dream. It will come to her attention * Clearing Throat * soon. And for those who don't think that it is wrong for Weiss and Syd to be together and wants to see romance to start blooming, well it's coming * Clearing Throat Once More * soon.