Authors Note: Okay I got this idea for the start in the middle of the day
during my dads client party where I had to stand around and be nice to all
these stuck up Toorak tarts with their stupid range rovers. I hope you like
it.
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My name is Will Tippin. I suppose you have all probably heard of me, Yes it's me Will Tippin the heroin addict. Before I explain how it got to this I'll explain a bit about me. I've always had a hopeless crush on one of my best friends, Sydney Bristow. About 2 years ago Her fiancé died, she was devastated. The police never found out whom the killer was I decided that my friend deserved to know the answers. That if she had the answers and I gave them to her our relationship would progress. I didn't know what I was getting myself into; it took me ages to realise.
I learnt too much, I found out about SD-6 and the CIA, things that my best friend was involved in, things that could get me killed. And I had written a story about it. One day I was kidnapped and my editor sent my story to print. If I hadn't of pretended to be addicted to heroin I would not be able to tell you this now because I would no longer be living.
SD-6 was an organization that was part of the alliance of twelve, enemies of the United States. SD stands for "Section Disparu" or the section that doesn't exist. It was an organization that lied to its agents and told them that they were working for the CIA. It was headed by Arvin Sloane, who was initiated into the alliance after he eliminated his wife. That is what Sydney believed for seven years. The front company was a bank called Credit Dauphine and Sydney made us believe that she was going on bank trips. We never suspected anything. We didn't even realise that after Danny's death that SD-6 came after her or that her father saved her life. That was when she went to the CIA, that's when she met Michael Vaughn, her future CIA handler. My perfect beautiful friend was a double agent.
You may wonder why I am able to publicly tell you all this. Yesterday at 9:00 am a CIA team led by Michael Vaughn, Jack and Sydney Bristow stormed sub level 6 of the Cedit Dauphine building. Yesterday SD-6 was taken down and yesterday my friend was set free and the murderer of Daniel Hecht was brought to justice.
******* It was the 28th of November and Sydney Bristow was sitting In Francie's restaurant with Michael Vaughn's arm around her waist. Yesterday had been perfect and Arvin Sloane's face had been a classic, she going to remember it for the rest her life, as she had taken a photo of it.
Sydney POV "Hey, I can't believe Will is late. It is his celebration too." Francie exclaimed trying to sound annoyed but I could see she was smiling.
"Give him a break Francie, he is probably still moving stuff into his office." I say in his defence. Will chooses this moment to walk in the door and we wave him over.
"William Tippin, Where have you been?" Francie chides as Vaughn and I watch in amusement.
"Oh give me a break Francie I was moving stuff."
"Congratulations on the article," Vaughn says.
"Thanks mate." I notice immediately that the jealously that was so obvious yesterday when I arrived from the takedown has lost it's intensity, I know that it will hang around for a while yet though.
Will takes a seat a big smile on his face.
"I am so glad that I am not Will the drugged up reporter anymore."
"Well I am glad I never have to wear one of those way to short stupid dresses I had to wear to on half those missions."
Vaughn leans over and whispers in my ear "I actually quite liked how you looked in those."
I punch him playfully on the arm.
"God Sydney never ever punch anyone again I am going to have a bruise for weeks."
He is only half joking.
My father is the next to join our table. I guess this means that he is taking up my offer on dinner.
"Well done on the article Mister Tippin." He says but it doesn't sound mechanical
"Thanks, but please call me Will."
As the waiter comes over to take our orders and I finger the new necklace that Vaughn has bought me, I realise that this is how I want to feel for the rest of my life.
Happy.
I know that it won't always be this perfect but hey, that's just the way life is.
*********** Authors note; Hey So that's the end. If I feel like it I may write a sequel but I have really good idea for a song fic after I heard this really awesome song yesterday. It is PERFECT. Anyway thank you guys soooo much for you reviews. (I actually just thought of something for the sequel.)
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My name is Will Tippin. I suppose you have all probably heard of me, Yes it's me Will Tippin the heroin addict. Before I explain how it got to this I'll explain a bit about me. I've always had a hopeless crush on one of my best friends, Sydney Bristow. About 2 years ago Her fiancé died, she was devastated. The police never found out whom the killer was I decided that my friend deserved to know the answers. That if she had the answers and I gave them to her our relationship would progress. I didn't know what I was getting myself into; it took me ages to realise.
I learnt too much, I found out about SD-6 and the CIA, things that my best friend was involved in, things that could get me killed. And I had written a story about it. One day I was kidnapped and my editor sent my story to print. If I hadn't of pretended to be addicted to heroin I would not be able to tell you this now because I would no longer be living.
SD-6 was an organization that was part of the alliance of twelve, enemies of the United States. SD stands for "Section Disparu" or the section that doesn't exist. It was an organization that lied to its agents and told them that they were working for the CIA. It was headed by Arvin Sloane, who was initiated into the alliance after he eliminated his wife. That is what Sydney believed for seven years. The front company was a bank called Credit Dauphine and Sydney made us believe that she was going on bank trips. We never suspected anything. We didn't even realise that after Danny's death that SD-6 came after her or that her father saved her life. That was when she went to the CIA, that's when she met Michael Vaughn, her future CIA handler. My perfect beautiful friend was a double agent.
You may wonder why I am able to publicly tell you all this. Yesterday at 9:00 am a CIA team led by Michael Vaughn, Jack and Sydney Bristow stormed sub level 6 of the Cedit Dauphine building. Yesterday SD-6 was taken down and yesterday my friend was set free and the murderer of Daniel Hecht was brought to justice.
******* It was the 28th of November and Sydney Bristow was sitting In Francie's restaurant with Michael Vaughn's arm around her waist. Yesterday had been perfect and Arvin Sloane's face had been a classic, she going to remember it for the rest her life, as she had taken a photo of it.
Sydney POV "Hey, I can't believe Will is late. It is his celebration too." Francie exclaimed trying to sound annoyed but I could see she was smiling.
"Give him a break Francie, he is probably still moving stuff into his office." I say in his defence. Will chooses this moment to walk in the door and we wave him over.
"William Tippin, Where have you been?" Francie chides as Vaughn and I watch in amusement.
"Oh give me a break Francie I was moving stuff."
"Congratulations on the article," Vaughn says.
"Thanks mate." I notice immediately that the jealously that was so obvious yesterday when I arrived from the takedown has lost it's intensity, I know that it will hang around for a while yet though.
Will takes a seat a big smile on his face.
"I am so glad that I am not Will the drugged up reporter anymore."
"Well I am glad I never have to wear one of those way to short stupid dresses I had to wear to on half those missions."
Vaughn leans over and whispers in my ear "I actually quite liked how you looked in those."
I punch him playfully on the arm.
"God Sydney never ever punch anyone again I am going to have a bruise for weeks."
He is only half joking.
My father is the next to join our table. I guess this means that he is taking up my offer on dinner.
"Well done on the article Mister Tippin." He says but it doesn't sound mechanical
"Thanks, but please call me Will."
As the waiter comes over to take our orders and I finger the new necklace that Vaughn has bought me, I realise that this is how I want to feel for the rest of my life.
Happy.
I know that it won't always be this perfect but hey, that's just the way life is.
*********** Authors note; Hey So that's the end. If I feel like it I may write a sequel but I have really good idea for a song fic after I heard this really awesome song yesterday. It is PERFECT. Anyway thank you guys soooo much for you reviews. (I actually just thought of something for the sequel.)