Title: Matchmaker
Author: Kimberly Cipko
Spoilers: Basic season 2 (up to 'The Abduction') but nothing specific enough to ruin it for anyone.
Time frame: Set after The Abduction for arguments sake but seeing as there is not much plot anyway, it doesn't matter that much.
Rating: PG for very slight language
Genre: General/Angst
Pairing: S/V eventually!
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters are the property of JJ Abrams, ABC and Bad Robot Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. I do take credit however, for the original situations and story. Besides, if I owned Alias or its characters - Syd and Vaughn would have done a bit more then hugged by now! lol
CHAPTER 1 - THOUGHTS
It was a typical, warm Los Angeles evening. The busy streets were still humming with activity, while the scent of money and greed mixed with the sweet smell of California hung lazily in the humid air. Sydney Bristow gently jogged through the large park, casually observing the people around her; contemplating what her life might be like, were she one of them. But that would never happen - nothing less then a miracle could make her free of SD-6 and her double life. "Stop dreaming Syd, it won't happen," a familiar little voice in her head reminded her. Yet for some reason, Sydney couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to walk down a street without worrying about being watched. or to be able to drive someplace without having to check for tails every 5 minutes.damn it! Even to be able to go on a normal date with a certain someone with out worrying for both their lives - but she may as well stop upsetting herself by dreaming of the virtually impossible. Sydney was distracted from her solemn thoughts by a loud shriek coming from behind her. She stopped abruptly and turned, her agile senses and spy training instantly kicking in. Expecting something bad (though she didn't know why), Sydney was relieved to see a little girl, playfully running away from who Sydney assumed to be her mother - both of them with huge grins plastered across their faces. However, what most people would see as a pleasant sight brought back painful memories of a little girl being left without a mother and of a woman who had recently been thrust back into her child's life without warning. Much as she had tried, recently, Sydney couldn't stop thinking about her mother..hell, "thinking" was a slight understatement - Syd was becoming obsessed with this woman, who had been absent from her life for so long, and who she couldn't even begin to understand. Sydney shook her head slightly, as if trying to stop thinking so much. She couldn't believe that some kid with some strange woman had managed to bring a salty, unwanted tear to her eye. In a way, she loved her mom - well, she was starting to. After all, Irena was being helpful to the CIA and she clearly had strong feelings about not wanting to leave her family. However, Sydney still wasn't sure if she trusted Irena - I mean, how could she? This woman had killed innocent people, working for their country..she had killed Vaughn's dad for God's sake! (the mere thought of Vaughn made Sydney's mind drift off into places it shouldn't but she forced it back to her previous, more serious thoughts). Particularly after Kashmir and the memorable expression of feelings on the rooftop a few weeks after, Sydney had come to accept Irena as her mother yet again. She didn't trust her, and maybe she didn't forgive her, but she accepted the fact that Irena Derevko - former KGB officer, queen of organised crime - was her mother. And daughters should love their mothers. These feelings were what Sydney needed to discuss with Irena, and that's where she was headed - to her mother's cell. She had carefully followed the now familiar routine - been checked for tails, dropped her penny in the 'vet's' cup and keyed in the codes on the telephone.
A sudden wave of nerves hit Sydney as she walked through the dismal, unwelcoming corridors in the grey, CIA governed building - her calm, calculated footsteps giving away nothing as to her feelings. She nodded offhandedly to the few agents she recognised among the mass of working, government bodies. She was disappointed that Vaughn wasn't there to greet her, but Sydney figured that he must have much better things to do on a pleasant Saturday evening then go to work just to meet her.
"I do to," she quietly reminded herself. Francie had invited Will over (not that he needed to be invited) and the three of them were supposed to be having a movie fest. However, Sydney knew that if she didn't go talk to her mother soon, it would drive her crazy - besides, she had hoped to see Vaughn too. So, she had made a quick excuse to Francie, told Will the truth (well, mostly) in private, and apologised profusely to both of them, before heading off for a "long run".
Author: Kimberly Cipko
Spoilers: Basic season 2 (up to 'The Abduction') but nothing specific enough to ruin it for anyone.
Time frame: Set after The Abduction for arguments sake but seeing as there is not much plot anyway, it doesn't matter that much.
Rating: PG for very slight language
Genre: General/Angst
Pairing: S/V eventually!
Disclaimer: Alias and its characters are the property of JJ Abrams, ABC and Bad Robot Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. I do take credit however, for the original situations and story. Besides, if I owned Alias or its characters - Syd and Vaughn would have done a bit more then hugged by now! lol
CHAPTER 1 - THOUGHTS
It was a typical, warm Los Angeles evening. The busy streets were still humming with activity, while the scent of money and greed mixed with the sweet smell of California hung lazily in the humid air. Sydney Bristow gently jogged through the large park, casually observing the people around her; contemplating what her life might be like, were she one of them. But that would never happen - nothing less then a miracle could make her free of SD-6 and her double life. "Stop dreaming Syd, it won't happen," a familiar little voice in her head reminded her. Yet for some reason, Sydney couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to walk down a street without worrying about being watched. or to be able to drive someplace without having to check for tails every 5 minutes.damn it! Even to be able to go on a normal date with a certain someone with out worrying for both their lives - but she may as well stop upsetting herself by dreaming of the virtually impossible. Sydney was distracted from her solemn thoughts by a loud shriek coming from behind her. She stopped abruptly and turned, her agile senses and spy training instantly kicking in. Expecting something bad (though she didn't know why), Sydney was relieved to see a little girl, playfully running away from who Sydney assumed to be her mother - both of them with huge grins plastered across their faces. However, what most people would see as a pleasant sight brought back painful memories of a little girl being left without a mother and of a woman who had recently been thrust back into her child's life without warning. Much as she had tried, recently, Sydney couldn't stop thinking about her mother..hell, "thinking" was a slight understatement - Syd was becoming obsessed with this woman, who had been absent from her life for so long, and who she couldn't even begin to understand. Sydney shook her head slightly, as if trying to stop thinking so much. She couldn't believe that some kid with some strange woman had managed to bring a salty, unwanted tear to her eye. In a way, she loved her mom - well, she was starting to. After all, Irena was being helpful to the CIA and she clearly had strong feelings about not wanting to leave her family. However, Sydney still wasn't sure if she trusted Irena - I mean, how could she? This woman had killed innocent people, working for their country..she had killed Vaughn's dad for God's sake! (the mere thought of Vaughn made Sydney's mind drift off into places it shouldn't but she forced it back to her previous, more serious thoughts). Particularly after Kashmir and the memorable expression of feelings on the rooftop a few weeks after, Sydney had come to accept Irena as her mother yet again. She didn't trust her, and maybe she didn't forgive her, but she accepted the fact that Irena Derevko - former KGB officer, queen of organised crime - was her mother. And daughters should love their mothers. These feelings were what Sydney needed to discuss with Irena, and that's where she was headed - to her mother's cell. She had carefully followed the now familiar routine - been checked for tails, dropped her penny in the 'vet's' cup and keyed in the codes on the telephone.
A sudden wave of nerves hit Sydney as she walked through the dismal, unwelcoming corridors in the grey, CIA governed building - her calm, calculated footsteps giving away nothing as to her feelings. She nodded offhandedly to the few agents she recognised among the mass of working, government bodies. She was disappointed that Vaughn wasn't there to greet her, but Sydney figured that he must have much better things to do on a pleasant Saturday evening then go to work just to meet her.
"I do to," she quietly reminded herself. Francie had invited Will over (not that he needed to be invited) and the three of them were supposed to be having a movie fest. However, Sydney knew that if she didn't go talk to her mother soon, it would drive her crazy - besides, she had hoped to see Vaughn too. So, she had made a quick excuse to Francie, told Will the truth (well, mostly) in private, and apologised profusely to both of them, before heading off for a "long run".