1.1 "Mommy Dearest"
Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS, but I sure wish I did!!!
[Thoughts are in brackets]
Sorry, this was written kind'a fast, there may be some major grammatical errors, I just wanted to get it out before the new episode this Sunday!
Scene 7
ITALY
They had made a plan.
Sydney wore a long, layered, "Scully" red wig, covered by a "do-rag" that matched her periwinkle T-shirt. With a high-end professional camera hung around her neck and black "messenger bag" resting on her right side, she very much looked the part of Megan O'Conner. Who had recently married Sean O'Conner; Vaughn had changed into jeans and an olive green, long sleeve T- shirt and topped it off with Captain Carver's Notre Dame baseball cap.
The 'newlyweds' were picked up form the airport, by an agent driving a local cab car. Today the two 'tourists' would be taking in the "beauty of Mt. Sabassio." Afterwards, a tour bus full of agents would come and extract them; Jack had set that up.
The ride seemed endless; the suspense was deadly. They should have been relieved, but they weren't there yet; with their luck, the mountain had probably moved to another country, or they would get kidnapped before she even saw the entrance sign!
Plus, even though they knew this would remove one albatross, they also knew that there was a whole flock of them waiting to take its place! They were both trying to get up their nerves to discuss what was on both of their minds. Laura Bristow.
[She'll tell me, when she's ready she'll tell me. Why wouldn't she? She tells me everything else! Is she trying to protect me, spare me!?! Come on Syd, just say it, I won't shoot you!!!]
[I should tell him, I WILL tell him. It's for his own good, then he can get over me. HA! How vain as if he has to get over me! I AM selfish; he'll hate me for a little while, but end the end he'll be grateful. In the end he'll be alive and not dead like Danny! I'll tell him, but just a little while longer, why not pretend for just a while longer, I mean this is KIND'A normal. Oh, who am I kidding.]
The drive was long, but not long enough. Before they knew it, they were driving by the "Welcome to Mount Sabassio" sign and making the accent to the 'lookout' parking lot.
Sydney was frozen, unable to fathom the salvation at hand [this is too simple, I'll step out onto a land mine or something]. Her door opened and she took the hand Vaughn offered to her. It was the moment of truth, the 'sublime moment' as an art teacher once told her. Will she or won't she live to see the sight of her redemption? Will she or won't she be able to put her feelings of security and friendship aside to put Vaughn emotionally away from her?
She ignored the other tourists as she numbly walked to the brick wall that served as a banister, overlooking what she believed the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen- sweet salvation. She could hear Vaughn thanking the agent and the car as it drove away. Then felt a depressing mixture of grief and determination as she sensed Vaughn come stand behind her.
He put his arms around her waist, and she let her head rest on his shoulder as he whispered in her ear, "Well, Mrs. O'Conner, guess that takes care of Rambaldi's prophecy…"
The sky was filled with a million colors, as the sun began to set. They stood in silence letting the moment wash over them. And as the last traces of gold disappeared in the distance they each felt as thought it symbolized the end of something.
[Take that DSR!!! So much of your stupid prophecies! Now Syd can get back to more important things, like taking down SD-6. The sooner the better, then we can do this for real, but in France!]
[So much for my 'Guardian Angel'. I shouldn't be surprised, just another person I can't really count on. It was nice while it last.]
She took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh; she could feel tears of emotion escaping her eyes. She stood up straight, and leaned against the stone wall for support. She allowed it to harden her heart as well, in hopes that what she was about to do wouldn't hurt as much as she knew it would.
He sensed her change in mood and moved to stand beside her, turning around to lean against the stone wall so he could look into her face. He studied her for a while. She was starring in the distance and he thought the golden hue made her look angelic. She turned once to stare at him, memorizing his every feature, he was happy to do the same.
After a few moments she smiled then quickly turned back to face the sunset.
[Here she goes!]
[Here it goes…]
"I think my mother survived the car crash." [(mental sigh) there its out, go ahead Michael, get mad, get hurt, get angry, asked to get taken off my case, move to the suburbs, marry a TLC fanatic, have a bunch of kids, coach their hockey team…]
"I know"
[WHAT!?!] "What?"
"Yeah, Jack told me before I got on the plane."
[He knew BEFORE he got on the plane!?!] Images of him teasing her about being domestic, then comforting her when she told him that her dad had said "I love you," flashed like a movie in her mind.
"And you still came? I mean, aren't you mad, or hurt, or angry?"
He turned to face her and after she did the same he put his hand on top of the one she had resting on the wall. "Yeah Syd, I am, but not at you. I wish you would have told me sooner, but I'm not mad at you. Actually I don't know what I am, maybe a little confused, but one things for sure I'm relieved." He pointed out to the breathtaking view, "Now those jerks at the DSR, have nothing on you, you truly are what I knew you were… innocent!"
That's where he lost her [come on Syd, it's party time] she turned back to facing the stone wall.
"What's wrong?"
She couldn't stop it; thoughts that she had ignored began to surface and tumble out of her mouth.
"When I was in that room, the tribunal got up to leave, they thought I was too emotional to continue, they had sealed my fate. After they left I began to think, I COULD be the one Rambaldi was talking about…"
"Syd, no…"
"No, I mean, I don't think I could ever pull the trigger, and end it all, cause mass destruction, or whatever. But everything else, about the woman he described, she COULD be me. I AM angry, full of it, it keeps me going. I hide it, but it's there, like a 'sleeping giant'. I can't really remember a time when I WASN'T angry. First about my moms death, then about my loser father, then about Noah…"
"Wait who's Noah?"
"Just another love life murdered, it's a long story…"
He gave and 'understanding' look and, though curious, kept his questions to himself.
"Then Danny's death, it helped to be angry at Sloane, but I knew I only had myself to blame, deep down I've reserved the deepest hatred for myself, for my naiveté, for getting myself into this world of lies and causing the death of the first truth I'd ever known. And then the best one of all… mom. Mommy Dearest!"
"I am angry Vaughn, and even if I never hurt a fly, I'm still that woman he wrote about. What makes me different from her? My lack of lust for a good kill?"
"I don't know her, maybe she actually had a great reason for doing what she did, maybe she did it to spare me. Or maybe I was just part of the act, maybe baking cookies and playing princess was just part of her job. I don't know Vaughn, but I plan on finding out."
"After the crash when I knew what she must have done in the same situation, I had a long time to think. I'm not going to be her. There's only one way to do that. I have to FORGIVE her; I have to let go of all this anger. She has to be held accountable, brought to justice, and stopped from doing anything horrible, but in the end, inside, I have to forgive her, even if she really is Satan's slut, I have to do it… for me. For any normal life I may have in the future. For MY daughter, I have to do this for her."
She could tell she had managed to stun him speechless, so she took the opportunity to put the final knife in his back.
"Vaughn, I know that this is your job, to listen and make sure your 'agent' doesn't loose it. But just so you know, I know you've gone way above and beyond the call of duty. I wish I could repay you for all you've done for me. Obviously 'forgiving' the woman who killed your father isn't the way to do it. So when we get back I'm going to ask Devlin to assign me a new handler, one I don't mind loosing, maybe Haladki!"
It was apparent that he was a million miles away, she could see the wheels of his brain turning, she just hoped she hadn't lost him before her last words, she didn't think she could say it again.
In truth she had lost him when she said she had to forgive her mother, so she could move on. He realized that she was right, and that somehow he'd have to get to that same point, if he was ever going to move on too. It wasn't until extraction team that he mentally caught up to what she had said about getting a new handler. He was tempted to go into panic mode, as they were separated and surrounded by agents. He finally resigned himself to the orders of the other agents. He was actually relieved to have the time to think through everything she had thrown at him, and choose carefully how he would respond once he saw her again. The one thing he was certain of, was that he'd walk into Sloane's office wearing a CIA T-shirt before he let Haladki be her handler [Syd you ARE nuts if you think you can get rid of me THAT easily!!!]
What he hadn't counted on was being sent back to the States in separate planes unable her until she got back from her mission to Russia, where she would met up with Noah.
Disclaimer: I don't own ALIAS, but I sure wish I did!!!
[Thoughts are in brackets]
Sorry, this was written kind'a fast, there may be some major grammatical errors, I just wanted to get it out before the new episode this Sunday!
Scene 7
ITALY
They had made a plan.
Sydney wore a long, layered, "Scully" red wig, covered by a "do-rag" that matched her periwinkle T-shirt. With a high-end professional camera hung around her neck and black "messenger bag" resting on her right side, she very much looked the part of Megan O'Conner. Who had recently married Sean O'Conner; Vaughn had changed into jeans and an olive green, long sleeve T- shirt and topped it off with Captain Carver's Notre Dame baseball cap.
The 'newlyweds' were picked up form the airport, by an agent driving a local cab car. Today the two 'tourists' would be taking in the "beauty of Mt. Sabassio." Afterwards, a tour bus full of agents would come and extract them; Jack had set that up.
The ride seemed endless; the suspense was deadly. They should have been relieved, but they weren't there yet; with their luck, the mountain had probably moved to another country, or they would get kidnapped before she even saw the entrance sign!
Plus, even though they knew this would remove one albatross, they also knew that there was a whole flock of them waiting to take its place! They were both trying to get up their nerves to discuss what was on both of their minds. Laura Bristow.
[She'll tell me, when she's ready she'll tell me. Why wouldn't she? She tells me everything else! Is she trying to protect me, spare me!?! Come on Syd, just say it, I won't shoot you!!!]
[I should tell him, I WILL tell him. It's for his own good, then he can get over me. HA! How vain as if he has to get over me! I AM selfish; he'll hate me for a little while, but end the end he'll be grateful. In the end he'll be alive and not dead like Danny! I'll tell him, but just a little while longer, why not pretend for just a while longer, I mean this is KIND'A normal. Oh, who am I kidding.]
The drive was long, but not long enough. Before they knew it, they were driving by the "Welcome to Mount Sabassio" sign and making the accent to the 'lookout' parking lot.
Sydney was frozen, unable to fathom the salvation at hand [this is too simple, I'll step out onto a land mine or something]. Her door opened and she took the hand Vaughn offered to her. It was the moment of truth, the 'sublime moment' as an art teacher once told her. Will she or won't she live to see the sight of her redemption? Will she or won't she be able to put her feelings of security and friendship aside to put Vaughn emotionally away from her?
She ignored the other tourists as she numbly walked to the brick wall that served as a banister, overlooking what she believed the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen- sweet salvation. She could hear Vaughn thanking the agent and the car as it drove away. Then felt a depressing mixture of grief and determination as she sensed Vaughn come stand behind her.
He put his arms around her waist, and she let her head rest on his shoulder as he whispered in her ear, "Well, Mrs. O'Conner, guess that takes care of Rambaldi's prophecy…"
The sky was filled with a million colors, as the sun began to set. They stood in silence letting the moment wash over them. And as the last traces of gold disappeared in the distance they each felt as thought it symbolized the end of something.
[Take that DSR!!! So much of your stupid prophecies! Now Syd can get back to more important things, like taking down SD-6. The sooner the better, then we can do this for real, but in France!]
[So much for my 'Guardian Angel'. I shouldn't be surprised, just another person I can't really count on. It was nice while it last.]
She took a deep breath and let out a huge sigh; she could feel tears of emotion escaping her eyes. She stood up straight, and leaned against the stone wall for support. She allowed it to harden her heart as well, in hopes that what she was about to do wouldn't hurt as much as she knew it would.
He sensed her change in mood and moved to stand beside her, turning around to lean against the stone wall so he could look into her face. He studied her for a while. She was starring in the distance and he thought the golden hue made her look angelic. She turned once to stare at him, memorizing his every feature, he was happy to do the same.
After a few moments she smiled then quickly turned back to face the sunset.
[Here she goes!]
[Here it goes…]
"I think my mother survived the car crash." [(mental sigh) there its out, go ahead Michael, get mad, get hurt, get angry, asked to get taken off my case, move to the suburbs, marry a TLC fanatic, have a bunch of kids, coach their hockey team…]
"I know"
[WHAT!?!] "What?"
"Yeah, Jack told me before I got on the plane."
[He knew BEFORE he got on the plane!?!] Images of him teasing her about being domestic, then comforting her when she told him that her dad had said "I love you," flashed like a movie in her mind.
"And you still came? I mean, aren't you mad, or hurt, or angry?"
He turned to face her and after she did the same he put his hand on top of the one she had resting on the wall. "Yeah Syd, I am, but not at you. I wish you would have told me sooner, but I'm not mad at you. Actually I don't know what I am, maybe a little confused, but one things for sure I'm relieved." He pointed out to the breathtaking view, "Now those jerks at the DSR, have nothing on you, you truly are what I knew you were… innocent!"
That's where he lost her [come on Syd, it's party time] she turned back to facing the stone wall.
"What's wrong?"
She couldn't stop it; thoughts that she had ignored began to surface and tumble out of her mouth.
"When I was in that room, the tribunal got up to leave, they thought I was too emotional to continue, they had sealed my fate. After they left I began to think, I COULD be the one Rambaldi was talking about…"
"Syd, no…"
"No, I mean, I don't think I could ever pull the trigger, and end it all, cause mass destruction, or whatever. But everything else, about the woman he described, she COULD be me. I AM angry, full of it, it keeps me going. I hide it, but it's there, like a 'sleeping giant'. I can't really remember a time when I WASN'T angry. First about my moms death, then about my loser father, then about Noah…"
"Wait who's Noah?"
"Just another love life murdered, it's a long story…"
He gave and 'understanding' look and, though curious, kept his questions to himself.
"Then Danny's death, it helped to be angry at Sloane, but I knew I only had myself to blame, deep down I've reserved the deepest hatred for myself, for my naiveté, for getting myself into this world of lies and causing the death of the first truth I'd ever known. And then the best one of all… mom. Mommy Dearest!"
"I am angry Vaughn, and even if I never hurt a fly, I'm still that woman he wrote about. What makes me different from her? My lack of lust for a good kill?"
"I don't know her, maybe she actually had a great reason for doing what she did, maybe she did it to spare me. Or maybe I was just part of the act, maybe baking cookies and playing princess was just part of her job. I don't know Vaughn, but I plan on finding out."
"After the crash when I knew what she must have done in the same situation, I had a long time to think. I'm not going to be her. There's only one way to do that. I have to FORGIVE her; I have to let go of all this anger. She has to be held accountable, brought to justice, and stopped from doing anything horrible, but in the end, inside, I have to forgive her, even if she really is Satan's slut, I have to do it… for me. For any normal life I may have in the future. For MY daughter, I have to do this for her."
She could tell she had managed to stun him speechless, so she took the opportunity to put the final knife in his back.
"Vaughn, I know that this is your job, to listen and make sure your 'agent' doesn't loose it. But just so you know, I know you've gone way above and beyond the call of duty. I wish I could repay you for all you've done for me. Obviously 'forgiving' the woman who killed your father isn't the way to do it. So when we get back I'm going to ask Devlin to assign me a new handler, one I don't mind loosing, maybe Haladki!"
It was apparent that he was a million miles away, she could see the wheels of his brain turning, she just hoped she hadn't lost him before her last words, she didn't think she could say it again.
In truth she had lost him when she said she had to forgive her mother, so she could move on. He realized that she was right, and that somehow he'd have to get to that same point, if he was ever going to move on too. It wasn't until extraction team that he mentally caught up to what she had said about getting a new handler. He was tempted to go into panic mode, as they were separated and surrounded by agents. He finally resigned himself to the orders of the other agents. He was actually relieved to have the time to think through everything she had thrown at him, and choose carefully how he would respond once he saw her again. The one thing he was certain of, was that he'd walk into Sloane's office wearing a CIA T-shirt before he let Haladki be her handler [Syd you ARE nuts if you think you can get rid of me THAT easily!!!]
What he hadn't counted on was being sent back to the States in separate planes unable her until she got back from her mission to Russia, where she would met up with Noah.