Title: A Moment With Michael - Part 3
Author: Samantha Greene
Feedback: agent_pigtails@yahoo.com
Archive/Distribution: Sure, just e-mail me and let me know where.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of Alias belongs to me(obviously), just J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, ABC, etc. Wouldn't mind having Vaughn, though.;-)
Summary: The future of Sydney- will Vaughn be in it?
Classification: S/V romance/angst/drama.
A/N: Yes, this part is rather short, but basically it's just a means to the conclusion, so...what's done is done. However you feel about it, please let me know, I love feedback! Part 4, conclusion, will be posted Friday. Enjoy!
Sydney's POV
Visiting Michael's grave did not give me the closure that I expected. Standing there, asking for his approval, I knew that Michael wouldn't approve of the choices that I had made. Ashleigh needs a father, but she also deserves a family, parents that love each other. Will is a dear, sweet man, but I know I will never love him like I loved Michael. I just feel so guilty, because although Michael would want me to move on, I don't think he would want me to marry someone that I can't love, and I don't think he would want his daughter to have parents that don't love each other. But how can I tell Will that?
Will's POV
I know that look in her eyes, know that gait to her step. Sydney is only subtle when she wants to be, and she always lets her guard down with me. Now, I can see the determination in her eyes, and somehow I know I don't want to hear what she's about to say. "Will, I can't let things go on like this. I can't marry you."
3 Months Later
Sydney's POV
I'll never forget the night Will and I ended our engagement. It was something I had to do, but I knew that I was just hurting Will, and that made it so hard to bear. The first couple weeks were tough, strained, and Francie told me later that she doubted the friendship between Will and I would last. But Will and I had been through too much to just give up on each other, and once we got past the awkward stage, our friendship started to feel like what it used to be. Will still spends as much time as ever with Ashleigh, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Will recently confided in me that he met someone at work, and I couldn't be happier for him. Somehow, though, it feels as if my life is at a standstill, as if I'm waiting for something that has yet to happen. It seems that I'm not the only one that feels that way. Last week both Francie and my father insisted that I need a vacation, that I need some change, so when Francie offered to watch Ashleigh, I jumped at the chance. Anyway, the first three days of my vacation have been wonderful, and I am humming as I head back to my room to change for dinner. As I open the door, a maid walking past stops to talk to me. "Miss Bristow, there was a man here earlier looking for you. I couldn't tell him where you were, so he asked me if he could wait in your room until you got back. Of course I told him no, and he left, looking really angry. Said he'd be back. I don't know if you want me to call the police or hotel security?" My breath intakes sharply. "What did this man look like?" "He was older, 60ish, with graying hair. Kind of intimidating, actually." Sloane? But he's on the run, and from all I'm heard, not even close to the coast of Florida. As I am contemplating who else it could be, the maid's eyes widen as she looks over my shoulder. I spin around, tensed to fight, only to be surprised by the sight of my father. "Miss Bristow, that the man-" "It's okay, Stacey," I reassure her. "He's my father." "Okay," she says, still eyeing him nervously. "I'll just be around the corner if you need me." She departs, giving my father one last worried glance. I bite back laughter until I see the look on my father's face. "Dad, what is it? What are you doing here?" "Sydney, this morning the southern branch of SD-4 was taken down. Several political prisoners were recovered, and among them were Craig Spence, the former assistant of Devlin, and Agent Weiss." "But they both were supposed to have been on the plane with Mike, I thought they were dead! What were they doing at SD-4?" "Sydney, both of they stated they were transferred from a base in Switzerland that Sark is running. They both separately stated that they were on the plane that Mike was on, but were taken off the plane before it was blown up." Suddenly I'm holding back tears, and the words will not come out. My father hugs me before continuing. "Sydney, Weiss was sitting next to Michael. He says they both got off of that plane together, that they were both held at the same facilities until days ago, when Weiss was transferred. Sydney, as of a week ago, Michael was still alive." "Then I have to go find him."
Author: Samantha Greene
Feedback: agent_pigtails@yahoo.com
Archive/Distribution: Sure, just e-mail me and let me know where.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: None of Alias belongs to me(obviously), just J.J. Abrams, Bad Robot, ABC, etc. Wouldn't mind having Vaughn, though.;-)
Summary: The future of Sydney- will Vaughn be in it?
Classification: S/V romance/angst/drama.
A/N: Yes, this part is rather short, but basically it's just a means to the conclusion, so...what's done is done. However you feel about it, please let me know, I love feedback! Part 4, conclusion, will be posted Friday. Enjoy!
Sydney's POV
Visiting Michael's grave did not give me the closure that I expected. Standing there, asking for his approval, I knew that Michael wouldn't approve of the choices that I had made. Ashleigh needs a father, but she also deserves a family, parents that love each other. Will is a dear, sweet man, but I know I will never love him like I loved Michael. I just feel so guilty, because although Michael would want me to move on, I don't think he would want me to marry someone that I can't love, and I don't think he would want his daughter to have parents that don't love each other. But how can I tell Will that?
Will's POV
I know that look in her eyes, know that gait to her step. Sydney is only subtle when she wants to be, and she always lets her guard down with me. Now, I can see the determination in her eyes, and somehow I know I don't want to hear what she's about to say. "Will, I can't let things go on like this. I can't marry you."
3 Months Later
Sydney's POV
I'll never forget the night Will and I ended our engagement. It was something I had to do, but I knew that I was just hurting Will, and that made it so hard to bear. The first couple weeks were tough, strained, and Francie told me later that she doubted the friendship between Will and I would last. But Will and I had been through too much to just give up on each other, and once we got past the awkward stage, our friendship started to feel like what it used to be. Will still spends as much time as ever with Ashleigh, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Will recently confided in me that he met someone at work, and I couldn't be happier for him. Somehow, though, it feels as if my life is at a standstill, as if I'm waiting for something that has yet to happen. It seems that I'm not the only one that feels that way. Last week both Francie and my father insisted that I need a vacation, that I need some change, so when Francie offered to watch Ashleigh, I jumped at the chance. Anyway, the first three days of my vacation have been wonderful, and I am humming as I head back to my room to change for dinner. As I open the door, a maid walking past stops to talk to me. "Miss Bristow, there was a man here earlier looking for you. I couldn't tell him where you were, so he asked me if he could wait in your room until you got back. Of course I told him no, and he left, looking really angry. Said he'd be back. I don't know if you want me to call the police or hotel security?" My breath intakes sharply. "What did this man look like?" "He was older, 60ish, with graying hair. Kind of intimidating, actually." Sloane? But he's on the run, and from all I'm heard, not even close to the coast of Florida. As I am contemplating who else it could be, the maid's eyes widen as she looks over my shoulder. I spin around, tensed to fight, only to be surprised by the sight of my father. "Miss Bristow, that the man-" "It's okay, Stacey," I reassure her. "He's my father." "Okay," she says, still eyeing him nervously. "I'll just be around the corner if you need me." She departs, giving my father one last worried glance. I bite back laughter until I see the look on my father's face. "Dad, what is it? What are you doing here?" "Sydney, this morning the southern branch of SD-4 was taken down. Several political prisoners were recovered, and among them were Craig Spence, the former assistant of Devlin, and Agent Weiss." "But they both were supposed to have been on the plane with Mike, I thought they were dead! What were they doing at SD-4?" "Sydney, both of they stated they were transferred from a base in Switzerland that Sark is running. They both separately stated that they were on the plane that Mike was on, but were taken off the plane before it was blown up." Suddenly I'm holding back tears, and the words will not come out. My father hugs me before continuing. "Sydney, Weiss was sitting next to Michael. He says they both got off of that plane together, that they were both held at the same facilities until days ago, when Weiss was transferred. Sydney, as of a week ago, Michael was still alive." "Then I have to go find him."