Author's Note: This is dedicated to Caro and Vicky. Two of the biggest fans of the Vaughn Show, oh, I mean Alias, I know.





I have no clue why I'm thinking of doing this. I saw it and it reminded me of her. It was flawless, just like her skin and it shinned like her eyes when she smiles. It's not anything special; it's just something I had. My father had loved buying my mother jewelry. Every time he saw something he thought she'd like, he bought it. My mother cherished every piece; she thought they were beautiful. In my childhood innocence I asked my father why he did it. He said to me after a second "Someday Michael my boy, you'll fall in love with someone. She'll be beautiful at heart and in soul and you won't be able to get enough of her." In my child hood innocence I said something like eww or yuck. There are millions of words to describe Sydney Bristow but eww or yuck aren't in the million.

'Christmas is right around the corner' I thought when I found it. 'It would look beautiful on Sydney'. I dismissed the thought at first, I was still dating Alice, if I was going to give anyone my mothers bracelet it should be her, then we broke up, then Sydney said she was romantically interested in someone and then she gave me that look. Now I stand here holding the bracelet. Its simple gold design is mesmerizing, and the thought of It on Sydney's wrist is mind blowing. The debate's roaring in my head and it won't stop till I make a decision and stick to it. I want to give it to her. There's no doubt about that, but weather I should is the question. The bracelet's box is unassuming, like it's just another piece of jewelry, I know better. It's not just a piece of jewelry; it's a decision that could take my future down an unexpected amazing path. I think it was a Robert Frost poem that said 'And I took the path lest traveled by and that has made all the difference'. All the difference indeed.