Disclaimer: Alias is not owned by me. If it was, this wouldn't really be
fan fiction would it? Lol
Archive: Sure. Just send me a link
A/N: This chap doesn't explain much about the prologue, but I needed it just to add some angst into the story. Lol. And there is no, I repeat *no* romance between Will and Sydney in this part. They're just bein' friendly. Lol. Believe me, I don't like S/W shippers. Hehe.
Thank yous: Thanx so much to Yana for letting me base a character on her when I know she didn't want me to and Shannon (Aliasangel) for reading and correcting this story so I wouldn't look stupid. Lol. Everyone read her stuff, it's good! :-) Thanks!!
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Chapter One
He's dead. Oh, God. Vaughn. He's dead.
Recapping the last week was like going to Hell and back.
Vaughn is dead. He died right in front of my eyes. And I couldn't do anything about it. The hopeless, terrified look in his green eyes just before the water made impact filled my head, my dreams and my eyes with tears.
As if that wasn't enough, my mother had come back. For only a brief hour, she had returned to talk to me. Right. The big reunion I've been hoping for and all she does is tie me to a chair and hammer me with questions for sixty minutes, then disappeared out of the building. I haven't seen her since.
But Vaughn is dead. Somehow, though I'd found the woman I'd been hoping to see for over 15 years, my thoughts could only return to Vaughn. I bit my lip as another tear rolled down my cheek. How could this be happening? How could he be gone?
I felt like a part of my soul had died. It was like a flame, one that had been keeping me warm and comfortable and lighting my way for a year, had gone out. Now nothing was left but coldness, darkness, and a pile of ashes. Vaughn was more than my handler. He was my hope, my comfort, my confident, my teacher... my friend. Now he would never again look at me with those piercing green eyes that were always so filled with warmth and concern. He would never talk to me again in that soft, sweet voice I'd grown to cherish. Cherish....
And I realized right then, in the darkness of my room, the iridescent green numbers of the clock changing to 12:30 am, that I did cherish him. I'd been caring about him more and more with each meeting at the warehouse, each mission, and each "Joey's Pizza" call. Now that he was gone, I finally realized... I loved him. Not that he would ever know now.
I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed to talk to someone. Normally I'd talk to Vaughn about whatever was plaguing me, but of course in this case I couldn't. Never again...
Blinking back the tears burning the corners of my eyes, I sat up in bed and tiptoed to the closet. I put on sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt and snuck out the door so I wouldn't wake Francie. She's not very nice when she's woken up late.
I ran down the shimmering sidewalk, fighting the freezing rain beating down on my head and the cool wind pushing against my face, blowing my hair in all directions.
Finally, I reached the apartment I was looking for. I hit the button for the room.
"Yeah?" The tired, groggy voice of my best friend answered a minute later.
"Will? It's me." My voice quivered and my lip was trembling, warnings of another round of crying. The door clicked open.
Will took one look at my tear stained face and wind swept hair, then pulled me into a hug.
"Syd? What's wrong?" he whispered.
I shook my head. "Everything," I murmured softly. Then, crying, I repeated a little louder, "Everything."
Will led me to the couch and we sat in silence, listening to the rain splatter on the darkened street below.
I swallowed hard and looked at Will, my vision still blurry with tears. "Did you ever feel like everything is terrible? Like your world is shattered and you have nothing left to live for?" Seeing the hurt in his eyes at this comment, I quickly added, "Except your best friend?"
He nodded slowly. "I know what that's like. It's like someone has ripped out half your mouth and injected God knows what into your system with a foot long needle and made your life a living Hell for an hour, only to find out that it was all for nothing."
I broke down again, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry I got you into this! I'm so sorry they did that to you..."
He squeezed my hand. "Syd... stop. Stop blaming yourself. It wasn't you... I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's not your fault I had a big head and had to keep up my 'professional journalist' image. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. So don't blame yourself. You saved me."
"Thanks." I muttered, wiping away another tear.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Will sighed and glanced at his watch. "It's almost two in the morning. Who would be calling at this time of night... or day?"
I got up. "I'll find out." I regained my balance somewhat and stumbled over to the phone picking it up.
"Hello?" I answered my voice still scratchy from crying.
"Joey's Pizza?" My heart skipped a beat. Or twenty. Once it started again, it was pounding in my chest, a thousand beats a minute. I felt dizzy. My mind was spinning and I couldn't focus. The phone fell from my hands and hit the floor with a bang. Slowly, very slowly, the skin on my arms pale as chalk, I picked it back up. "Wrong number," I whispered. Just as slowly, I hung it back up.
Not speaking, not blinking, not breathing, I made my way back to Will.
He stood from the couch. "Sydney? Who was that? You're acting like a ghost just called."
I nodded. "Maybe... yeah. I've got to go."
I rushed out the door and slammed it shut before Will had the chance to comprehend what I'd said.
Archive: Sure. Just send me a link
A/N: This chap doesn't explain much about the prologue, but I needed it just to add some angst into the story. Lol. And there is no, I repeat *no* romance between Will and Sydney in this part. They're just bein' friendly. Lol. Believe me, I don't like S/W shippers. Hehe.
Thank yous: Thanx so much to Yana for letting me base a character on her when I know she didn't want me to and Shannon (Aliasangel) for reading and correcting this story so I wouldn't look stupid. Lol. Everyone read her stuff, it's good! :-) Thanks!!
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Chapter One
He's dead. Oh, God. Vaughn. He's dead.
Recapping the last week was like going to Hell and back.
Vaughn is dead. He died right in front of my eyes. And I couldn't do anything about it. The hopeless, terrified look in his green eyes just before the water made impact filled my head, my dreams and my eyes with tears.
As if that wasn't enough, my mother had come back. For only a brief hour, she had returned to talk to me. Right. The big reunion I've been hoping for and all she does is tie me to a chair and hammer me with questions for sixty minutes, then disappeared out of the building. I haven't seen her since.
But Vaughn is dead. Somehow, though I'd found the woman I'd been hoping to see for over 15 years, my thoughts could only return to Vaughn. I bit my lip as another tear rolled down my cheek. How could this be happening? How could he be gone?
I felt like a part of my soul had died. It was like a flame, one that had been keeping me warm and comfortable and lighting my way for a year, had gone out. Now nothing was left but coldness, darkness, and a pile of ashes. Vaughn was more than my handler. He was my hope, my comfort, my confident, my teacher... my friend. Now he would never again look at me with those piercing green eyes that were always so filled with warmth and concern. He would never talk to me again in that soft, sweet voice I'd grown to cherish. Cherish....
And I realized right then, in the darkness of my room, the iridescent green numbers of the clock changing to 12:30 am, that I did cherish him. I'd been caring about him more and more with each meeting at the warehouse, each mission, and each "Joey's Pizza" call. Now that he was gone, I finally realized... I loved him. Not that he would ever know now.
I couldn't handle it any longer. I needed to talk to someone. Normally I'd talk to Vaughn about whatever was plaguing me, but of course in this case I couldn't. Never again...
Blinking back the tears burning the corners of my eyes, I sat up in bed and tiptoed to the closet. I put on sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt and snuck out the door so I wouldn't wake Francie. She's not very nice when she's woken up late.
I ran down the shimmering sidewalk, fighting the freezing rain beating down on my head and the cool wind pushing against my face, blowing my hair in all directions.
Finally, I reached the apartment I was looking for. I hit the button for the room.
"Yeah?" The tired, groggy voice of my best friend answered a minute later.
"Will? It's me." My voice quivered and my lip was trembling, warnings of another round of crying. The door clicked open.
Will took one look at my tear stained face and wind swept hair, then pulled me into a hug.
"Syd? What's wrong?" he whispered.
I shook my head. "Everything," I murmured softly. Then, crying, I repeated a little louder, "Everything."
Will led me to the couch and we sat in silence, listening to the rain splatter on the darkened street below.
I swallowed hard and looked at Will, my vision still blurry with tears. "Did you ever feel like everything is terrible? Like your world is shattered and you have nothing left to live for?" Seeing the hurt in his eyes at this comment, I quickly added, "Except your best friend?"
He nodded slowly. "I know what that's like. It's like someone has ripped out half your mouth and injected God knows what into your system with a foot long needle and made your life a living Hell for an hour, only to find out that it was all for nothing."
I broke down again, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry I got you into this! I'm so sorry they did that to you..."
He squeezed my hand. "Syd... stop. Stop blaming yourself. It wasn't you... I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's not your fault I had a big head and had to keep up my 'professional journalist' image. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. So don't blame yourself. You saved me."
"Thanks." I muttered, wiping away another tear.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Will sighed and glanced at his watch. "It's almost two in the morning. Who would be calling at this time of night... or day?"
I got up. "I'll find out." I regained my balance somewhat and stumbled over to the phone picking it up.
"Hello?" I answered my voice still scratchy from crying.
"Joey's Pizza?" My heart skipped a beat. Or twenty. Once it started again, it was pounding in my chest, a thousand beats a minute. I felt dizzy. My mind was spinning and I couldn't focus. The phone fell from my hands and hit the floor with a bang. Slowly, very slowly, the skin on my arms pale as chalk, I picked it back up. "Wrong number," I whispered. Just as slowly, I hung it back up.
Not speaking, not blinking, not breathing, I made my way back to Will.
He stood from the couch. "Sydney? Who was that? You're acting like a ghost just called."
I nodded. "Maybe... yeah. I've got to go."
I rushed out the door and slammed it shut before Will had the chance to comprehend what I'd said.