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. So I own
the plot which isn't that original and a few characters.
Feedback: Yes, please, it really makes my day well besides coffee.
Spoilers: Unless Vaughn is ********* sometime soon, then no.
Summary: SD-6 has just been eliminated (week after). What if Sydney now led a normal life? But would that normal life include Vaughn?
Author's Note: I LIVE IN BROOKLYN, NEW YORK SO DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT NY!!! See ya later and please review!
* * * * * Chapter 2 ... A Mother Never Known * * * * *
(Continuation of flashback)
"Well, if it isn't Sydney Bristow, international spy and backstabbing best friend!" sneered Francie from the doorway.
"Francie, let me explain, please, oh pretty please!" Sydney pouted.
"Stop that you look like a three year old," she chuckled but became more serious when she saw Sydney's strategy, "No way are you getting out of this mess, Syd." Francie ushered her into the house and pushed her into the nearest chair. "Tell me everything."
And that's exactly what Sydney did. She explained why she had gone on all those "so called" business trips, minus the gruesome details. Emphasized on how she was determined to take down SD-6 in revenge for Danny by joining the CIA and even included a few extremely funny anecdotes about Marshall and his mom. Francie of course had one main thing on her mind.
"So, Sydney," she had a mischievous grin on her face, "tell me about picture frame guy?
Sydney had been anticipating this question. "Well, his name is Michael Vaughn and he was my CIA handler."
"Oh is that all?" she interrupted sarcastically.
"I'd think you would like him. He's really cute."
"Goofy cute or hot cute?"
"Definitely hot cute. Anyway, as I was saying before I was SO RUDELY INTERRUPPTED! He's French," Francie squealed and Sydney just glared, "He has the most adorable green eyes that you could stare into for hours and blondish- brown hair that had the I-just-woke-up-rolled-out-of-bed look."
"You got it bad, hun."
"I know and guess what? I just got back from a date with him."
"Well, well you have kept things from me. I could have forgiven you for the whole work related scandal, but this, this you won't be able to live down," she laughed playfully, "It's good to have you back, Syd."
"It's good to be back."
They hugged and finally noticed it was already midnight. Francie said goodnight and marched off to bed glad to start over with her best friend. Sydney, however, had so much energy from today's excitement that she found sleep to be quite elusive.
How could this have happened. I'm free to live my life without fear. I don't have to lie and best of all, I have the one person who matters the most. Michael Vaughn. She half smiled when she whispered his name. Sleep was closing it, but somewhere deep inside she had a nagging feeling that her happiness doesn't always last long.
"Bzzzzzzp! Good morning Los Angeles it's 7:00 am and this is Vanessa Sanchez bringing you morning music non stop..first up is Ca-" Sydney groaned as she slammed the radio clock hard. Francie, wide awake and cheery, pounced on Sydney's bed furiously shaking her.
"Ugh! What was that for?" she snapped.
Francie ignored her tone and pushed her out of bed. "Come on, we're going shopping today. And you can't back out of this by staying you have to go on a business trip!"
Syd shook her head "Don't you have to open the restaurant?"
"I forgot, fine. I'll open the restaurant and close it shortly after lunch. That way we can hang out later. Meet me there at 3 " Francie was halfway out the door when she smirked and added, "Don't forget to bring the Michael guy."
Sydney groaned. She knew if she brought Vaughn, Francie would taunt him with questions like 'boxers or briefs' or spilling out embarrassing comments like 'Syd might be a spy, but she hasn't had so much action in awhile if you know what I mean.' Then again if she didn't bring him, Francie would lock her out of the house and she would have to crawl in through the bathroom window. She picked the lesser of the two evils.
After an hour of more sleep, she washed up and put on her jogging clothes. Passing a 'vet' she dropped him a coin and proceeded to her mother's holding cell.
"Mom?" she questioned as she saw the sleeping figure.
Irina stirred and noticed her daughter. For one moment they both catch a glimpse of their smiles as Irina proceeded to the glass wall. She spread her hand over the cold ice and is met with her daughter's. She refused to let her façade or her tears fall and managed to comfortably say:
"How's life on the other side of the glass?" She not referring to the actually glass, but life after SD-6.
Sydney understood her mother's crypt phrase and barely choked out "It's good, really good." She tried to hold back the tears, but a few manage to break her mental dam. "Who told you?"
Irina smirked, "A certain young man came in late last night. He seemed quite happy after coming from a dinner with a friend."
Sydney rewarded her with a dimple smile and brushed a hair from her face. "I'm glad he had a good time. I know I did."
"Sydney," she paused it wasn't her right as a prisoner to warn Sydney, but she was entitled to as a mother, "I don't want you to get hurt." Sydney was about to speak up, but Irina pressed her fingers through the glass to her lips. "I hurt your father, and looking back I realized I also hurt myself in the process. That day," he voice now breaking," the day Laura Bristow died..she lost more than herself..she lost her husband and baby. I know you would never intentionally hurt Agent Vau-, Michael, but you have to understand both of you have been through a lot emotionally and physically. I guess, I just want you to take it slow."
Sydney mutely nodded. For the first time in her life, the real Irina Derevko broke through.
Feedback: Yes, please, it really makes my day well besides coffee.
Spoilers: Unless Vaughn is ********* sometime soon, then no.
Summary: SD-6 has just been eliminated (week after). What if Sydney now led a normal life? But would that normal life include Vaughn?
Author's Note: I LIVE IN BROOKLYN, NEW YORK SO DON'T TELL ME I DON'T KNOW ABOUT NY!!! See ya later and please review!
* * * * * Chapter 2 ... A Mother Never Known * * * * *
(Continuation of flashback)
"Well, if it isn't Sydney Bristow, international spy and backstabbing best friend!" sneered Francie from the doorway.
"Francie, let me explain, please, oh pretty please!" Sydney pouted.
"Stop that you look like a three year old," she chuckled but became more serious when she saw Sydney's strategy, "No way are you getting out of this mess, Syd." Francie ushered her into the house and pushed her into the nearest chair. "Tell me everything."
And that's exactly what Sydney did. She explained why she had gone on all those "so called" business trips, minus the gruesome details. Emphasized on how she was determined to take down SD-6 in revenge for Danny by joining the CIA and even included a few extremely funny anecdotes about Marshall and his mom. Francie of course had one main thing on her mind.
"So, Sydney," she had a mischievous grin on her face, "tell me about picture frame guy?
Sydney had been anticipating this question. "Well, his name is Michael Vaughn and he was my CIA handler."
"Oh is that all?" she interrupted sarcastically.
"I'd think you would like him. He's really cute."
"Goofy cute or hot cute?"
"Definitely hot cute. Anyway, as I was saying before I was SO RUDELY INTERRUPPTED! He's French," Francie squealed and Sydney just glared, "He has the most adorable green eyes that you could stare into for hours and blondish- brown hair that had the I-just-woke-up-rolled-out-of-bed look."
"You got it bad, hun."
"I know and guess what? I just got back from a date with him."
"Well, well you have kept things from me. I could have forgiven you for the whole work related scandal, but this, this you won't be able to live down," she laughed playfully, "It's good to have you back, Syd."
"It's good to be back."
They hugged and finally noticed it was already midnight. Francie said goodnight and marched off to bed glad to start over with her best friend. Sydney, however, had so much energy from today's excitement that she found sleep to be quite elusive.
How could this have happened. I'm free to live my life without fear. I don't have to lie and best of all, I have the one person who matters the most. Michael Vaughn. She half smiled when she whispered his name. Sleep was closing it, but somewhere deep inside she had a nagging feeling that her happiness doesn't always last long.
"Bzzzzzzp! Good morning Los Angeles it's 7:00 am and this is Vanessa Sanchez bringing you morning music non stop..first up is Ca-" Sydney groaned as she slammed the radio clock hard. Francie, wide awake and cheery, pounced on Sydney's bed furiously shaking her.
"Ugh! What was that for?" she snapped.
Francie ignored her tone and pushed her out of bed. "Come on, we're going shopping today. And you can't back out of this by staying you have to go on a business trip!"
Syd shook her head "Don't you have to open the restaurant?"
"I forgot, fine. I'll open the restaurant and close it shortly after lunch. That way we can hang out later. Meet me there at 3 " Francie was halfway out the door when she smirked and added, "Don't forget to bring the Michael guy."
Sydney groaned. She knew if she brought Vaughn, Francie would taunt him with questions like 'boxers or briefs' or spilling out embarrassing comments like 'Syd might be a spy, but she hasn't had so much action in awhile if you know what I mean.' Then again if she didn't bring him, Francie would lock her out of the house and she would have to crawl in through the bathroom window. She picked the lesser of the two evils.
After an hour of more sleep, she washed up and put on her jogging clothes. Passing a 'vet' she dropped him a coin and proceeded to her mother's holding cell.
"Mom?" she questioned as she saw the sleeping figure.
Irina stirred and noticed her daughter. For one moment they both catch a glimpse of their smiles as Irina proceeded to the glass wall. She spread her hand over the cold ice and is met with her daughter's. She refused to let her façade or her tears fall and managed to comfortably say:
"How's life on the other side of the glass?" She not referring to the actually glass, but life after SD-6.
Sydney understood her mother's crypt phrase and barely choked out "It's good, really good." She tried to hold back the tears, but a few manage to break her mental dam. "Who told you?"
Irina smirked, "A certain young man came in late last night. He seemed quite happy after coming from a dinner with a friend."
Sydney rewarded her with a dimple smile and brushed a hair from her face. "I'm glad he had a good time. I know I did."
"Sydney," she paused it wasn't her right as a prisoner to warn Sydney, but she was entitled to as a mother, "I don't want you to get hurt." Sydney was about to speak up, but Irina pressed her fingers through the glass to her lips. "I hurt your father, and looking back I realized I also hurt myself in the process. That day," he voice now breaking," the day Laura Bristow died..she lost more than herself..she lost her husband and baby. I know you would never intentionally hurt Agent Vau-, Michael, but you have to understand both of you have been through a lot emotionally and physically. I guess, I just want you to take it slow."
Sydney mutely nodded. For the first time in her life, the real Irina Derevko broke through.