Effects, by tOo
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Both sides of the coin-
'Five years ago, it seemed everything was finally going to come together. The Alliance had been losing power. The CIA was countering Sydney's missions more effectively than before. Everything just seemed better, more focused. Of course, the things Sydney did in order for those things to happen she was not entirely proud of.'
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Sydney watched him explain her countermission. She heard everything he said, but there was something about his movements that always caught her eye. This was what usually happened. She would be watching his eyes or his hands and he would say, 'Any questions?' A quick no would do the trick, and he would end with a 'Be careful' that she smiled at. Of course he cared about her. More than professionally, but doesn't that happen to everyone at least once in their lifetime? She wanted to go back in time, to that night where she had cried. They had stood beside each other watching the ocean, and he had taken her hand in his, warming her and giving her faith once more. Eight letters stood in their way; kept them from not living a lie, from having a relationship.
"This is the disc that you'll give SD-6, not the one you find. Slip the original in your pocket or purse; somewhere it won't be found. Now, the disc that I had CIA technicians make has some known Rambaldi information on it. It's formatted on Word, nothing special." He turned the disc over, and Sydney could see a large scratch and some smaller ones around it. "These scratches are placed so no laser can read this disc; not even the most top-of-the-line CD-ROMs can do it. You tell Sloane that this is how you found the disc."
"It makes sense," Sydney said, taking the disc from Vaughn's outstretched hand. "I mean, it's been sitting in an empty briefcase—it's bound to have moved around."
"Right." There was a long pause. Obviously this was all Vaughn was supposed to say, but Sydney could tell there was more. "If you can't get the disc to me at LAX, just destroy it. We'd rather no one have this intel than SD-6."
Sydney looked at him questioningly. "Are you sure? Did Kendall tell you to do this?"
"No, but some of the techies were implying it. There's not that much on that disc that won't be found somewhere else eventually."
"Okay." Sydney pocketed the disc. She spoke before he could. "I'll see you when I get back." Smiled.
He smiled back. Watched her leave. He didn't know where she was going from here; probably back to her apartment, to watch a movie or something.
Nowhere near the truth.
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'She had crossed over.
Gone over to Sark's side when he had mentioned the comprehensive offer. Now, she realized that it had been the plan all along; her mother's plan. Bring Sydney over to my side and let the others deal with it. The comprehensive offer hadn't been much different than what Sydney was living now, except Sark wanted her to move to Italy with him.'
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"Thank you for agreeing to see me."
"Can we get this done quickly? I have a flight to catch."
"I know—"
How could he know? She had only just found out.
"—I've got my sources. Now, whatever Arvin Sloane is paying you, I can get you double. Triple if you'd like. You will report to me once a week; same time, same place. Your missions will not interfere with any life you try to create, unless it is long-term. Even if you recruit someone to take your place, I cannot guarantee anything. I doubt we could find anyone as good as you, however. I know you were interested in a teaching job; there will not be time enough for a regular work week. You will be a substitute professor at a college."
She interrupted. "Which one?"
"It doesn't matter."
"What is your plan?"
"You'll see."
"I need to know. I need a timeframe. What about my missions at SD-6? I don't understand how I can be a professor and supposedly work at a bank as well."
"You need not worry about that."
He handed her a slip of paper. She crumpled it and looked up at him.
"Read it," he commanded.
"If it has anything important on it, you can tell me what it says."
"Only your new address."
"What are you talking about? I'm not moving anywhere."
"Yes, you are." With that, he turned and walked away, the vision of his crisp suit retreating. He had the information no one else had, as well as the sources. Sydney watched him, knowing that she would have to accept his offer if she wanted to bring down SD-6. Sark was offering her a new life. Everything she wanted, but with consequences she didn't. She didn't want to let go of the people in her life.
characters owned by JJ Abrams and others. plot owned by tOo, except flashbacks from the show.
Both sides of the coin-
'Five years ago, it seemed everything was finally going to come together. The Alliance had been losing power. The CIA was countering Sydney's missions more effectively than before. Everything just seemed better, more focused. Of course, the things Sydney did in order for those things to happen she was not entirely proud of.'
-
Sydney watched him explain her countermission. She heard everything he said, but there was something about his movements that always caught her eye. This was what usually happened. She would be watching his eyes or his hands and he would say, 'Any questions?' A quick no would do the trick, and he would end with a 'Be careful' that she smiled at. Of course he cared about her. More than professionally, but doesn't that happen to everyone at least once in their lifetime? She wanted to go back in time, to that night where she had cried. They had stood beside each other watching the ocean, and he had taken her hand in his, warming her and giving her faith once more. Eight letters stood in their way; kept them from not living a lie, from having a relationship.
"This is the disc that you'll give SD-6, not the one you find. Slip the original in your pocket or purse; somewhere it won't be found. Now, the disc that I had CIA technicians make has some known Rambaldi information on it. It's formatted on Word, nothing special." He turned the disc over, and Sydney could see a large scratch and some smaller ones around it. "These scratches are placed so no laser can read this disc; not even the most top-of-the-line CD-ROMs can do it. You tell Sloane that this is how you found the disc."
"It makes sense," Sydney said, taking the disc from Vaughn's outstretched hand. "I mean, it's been sitting in an empty briefcase—it's bound to have moved around."
"Right." There was a long pause. Obviously this was all Vaughn was supposed to say, but Sydney could tell there was more. "If you can't get the disc to me at LAX, just destroy it. We'd rather no one have this intel than SD-6."
Sydney looked at him questioningly. "Are you sure? Did Kendall tell you to do this?"
"No, but some of the techies were implying it. There's not that much on that disc that won't be found somewhere else eventually."
"Okay." Sydney pocketed the disc. She spoke before he could. "I'll see you when I get back." Smiled.
He smiled back. Watched her leave. He didn't know where she was going from here; probably back to her apartment, to watch a movie or something.
Nowhere near the truth.
-
'She had crossed over.
Gone over to Sark's side when he had mentioned the comprehensive offer. Now, she realized that it had been the plan all along; her mother's plan. Bring Sydney over to my side and let the others deal with it. The comprehensive offer hadn't been much different than what Sydney was living now, except Sark wanted her to move to Italy with him.'
-
"Thank you for agreeing to see me."
"Can we get this done quickly? I have a flight to catch."
"I know—"
How could he know? She had only just found out.
"—I've got my sources. Now, whatever Arvin Sloane is paying you, I can get you double. Triple if you'd like. You will report to me once a week; same time, same place. Your missions will not interfere with any life you try to create, unless it is long-term. Even if you recruit someone to take your place, I cannot guarantee anything. I doubt we could find anyone as good as you, however. I know you were interested in a teaching job; there will not be time enough for a regular work week. You will be a substitute professor at a college."
She interrupted. "Which one?"
"It doesn't matter."
"What is your plan?"
"You'll see."
"I need to know. I need a timeframe. What about my missions at SD-6? I don't understand how I can be a professor and supposedly work at a bank as well."
"You need not worry about that."
He handed her a slip of paper. She crumpled it and looked up at him.
"Read it," he commanded.
"If it has anything important on it, you can tell me what it says."
"Only your new address."
"What are you talking about? I'm not moving anywhere."
"Yes, you are." With that, he turned and walked away, the vision of his crisp suit retreating. He had the information no one else had, as well as the sources. Sydney watched him, knowing that she would have to accept his offer if she wanted to bring down SD-6. Sark was offering her a new life. Everything she wanted, but with consequences she didn't. She didn't want to let go of the people in her life.