Author's Note... this is an original fic and does not follow the show's
episode order.
Background info... Vaughn is proposing to Alice because Sydney's moved on.
Disclaimer... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc
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Falling Out of the Sky
The freshly fallen snow frosted covered the ground of L.A. for the first time in years. Outside the shoppers buzzed about the stores searching for that perfect Christmas gift. However, all but two were caught up in this hectic mess. A bachelor neither caring nor sympathetic to the holiday glaze and somewhere nearby a stranger had her own reasons.
The man shifted his position so he was no longer looking at such foolish happiness, but of the walls in which he imprisoned himself. This is my empire, my life, everything that I've worked for, he thought. Yet somewhere deep inside his splintered heart, he knew the tangled web of lies would utterly destroy him. The more the resentment built, the harder it was to forget the memories of when he himself was content with being one of those fools outside was the image that shattered his bitter mind .
Five years earlier, Michael Vaughn has been strolling around gazing at the window displays. At Saks, the scene depicted two star-crossed lovers sigh as the snow around them fell. It was a frigid winter that year. But there had been no snow for years at a time. Nevertheless the crisp, chill wind caused him to grip his thin jacket closer to his body. At one point, he thought he saw the perfect ring for his fiancée, but he knew she wouldn't settle for a soilitare. Sighing he continued down the avenue in search of a promise.
Surrounded by tourists, Michael barged his way through the crowd at ice skating rink and propped himself against a building waiting for the people to disperse. He remembered the first time he took her ice skating, he was wearing his hockey skates and she delicately picked her figure skates. After about three bruises and a soar leg, she whined and weaseled her way into Michael taking her home.
So why am I marrying her? Vaughn thought. But he already knew the answer. He would never get Sydney Bristow. Too scared of protocol? Nah, to scared to being rejected and having his heart stomped on the ground. And even if it did work out, how could he live if he came home and saw her surrounded in a pool of blood. It was time for them, their lives and work was too complicated and if he left the CIA what would stop someone from doing a background check on his previous jobs. After all, Alice is a good person, sure she has her faults, but doesn't everyone?
Slowly the time passed and the crowds died down. Glancing at a man's watch he saw it was nearly 11 o'clock. Moving towards an unoccupied marble barrier, he peered below at the ice skating rink. At this time of night, only a few couples and some nocturnal creatures were skating. Amidst the occasionally wobbly first steps and slippery falls, stood a solitary figure. Working her charm upon the frozen glass with only a thin white jacket and matching skirt and tights to protect her from the fierce cold, her radiant glow melted the ice. She angelically weaved her way amongst the throng as her chocolate hair whipped her face.
Stepping off the ice, she felt a pair of eyes follow her every move. Stealing a glimpse of her stalker, she simply smiled as she removed her skates.
After what seemed like hours of bathing in her beauty, he silently approached her sitting on a bench. She looked so peaceful sitting there next to..
Background info... Vaughn is proposing to Alice because Sydney's moved on.
Disclaimer... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc
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Falling Out of the Sky
The freshly fallen snow frosted covered the ground of L.A. for the first time in years. Outside the shoppers buzzed about the stores searching for that perfect Christmas gift. However, all but two were caught up in this hectic mess. A bachelor neither caring nor sympathetic to the holiday glaze and somewhere nearby a stranger had her own reasons.
The man shifted his position so he was no longer looking at such foolish happiness, but of the walls in which he imprisoned himself. This is my empire, my life, everything that I've worked for, he thought. Yet somewhere deep inside his splintered heart, he knew the tangled web of lies would utterly destroy him. The more the resentment built, the harder it was to forget the memories of when he himself was content with being one of those fools outside was the image that shattered his bitter mind .
Five years earlier, Michael Vaughn has been strolling around gazing at the window displays. At Saks, the scene depicted two star-crossed lovers sigh as the snow around them fell. It was a frigid winter that year. But there had been no snow for years at a time. Nevertheless the crisp, chill wind caused him to grip his thin jacket closer to his body. At one point, he thought he saw the perfect ring for his fiancée, but he knew she wouldn't settle for a soilitare. Sighing he continued down the avenue in search of a promise.
Surrounded by tourists, Michael barged his way through the crowd at ice skating rink and propped himself against a building waiting for the people to disperse. He remembered the first time he took her ice skating, he was wearing his hockey skates and she delicately picked her figure skates. After about three bruises and a soar leg, she whined and weaseled her way into Michael taking her home.
So why am I marrying her? Vaughn thought. But he already knew the answer. He would never get Sydney Bristow. Too scared of protocol? Nah, to scared to being rejected and having his heart stomped on the ground. And even if it did work out, how could he live if he came home and saw her surrounded in a pool of blood. It was time for them, their lives and work was too complicated and if he left the CIA what would stop someone from doing a background check on his previous jobs. After all, Alice is a good person, sure she has her faults, but doesn't everyone?
Slowly the time passed and the crowds died down. Glancing at a man's watch he saw it was nearly 11 o'clock. Moving towards an unoccupied marble barrier, he peered below at the ice skating rink. At this time of night, only a few couples and some nocturnal creatures were skating. Amidst the occasionally wobbly first steps and slippery falls, stood a solitary figure. Working her charm upon the frozen glass with only a thin white jacket and matching skirt and tights to protect her from the fierce cold, her radiant glow melted the ice. She angelically weaved her way amongst the throng as her chocolate hair whipped her face.
Stepping off the ice, she felt a pair of eyes follow her every move. Stealing a glimpse of her stalker, she simply smiled as she removed her skates.
After what seemed like hours of bathing in her beauty, he silently approached her sitting on a bench. She looked so peaceful sitting there next to..