TITLE: Past
AUTHOR: Carrie
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know so I can visit
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias or any of the characters that appear on the show.
NOTE: Okay, new series. I've got some good ideas for this one and hopefully I can actually finish a story this time, we'll see. Please R&R
CHAPTER ONE
Sydney Bristow paced in a cold, dark corner of an abandoned warehouse. Each step echoed throughout the empty space, reminding her just how alone she was. He was never late. She always arrived after him. Maybe she was early. In her anticipation to see him, plus the added benefit of an empty house, she had come directly after his call. He probably figured it would take her a while to get there. At this thought, she stopped pacing, opting instead for sitting on one of the many crates strewn about the warehouse.
Sydney was glad to have this time. The only time that was simply about her was her time with Vaughn. Here, in this warehouse, or even at the pier or in the bloodmobile, everything was focused on her, and she felt like she was Michael Vaughn's entire universe. He was the only one that she could truly talk to. Even though Will was willing to talk to her, she felt guilty putting yet another burden on him. Vaughn seemed like he really wanted to hear what she had to say, not like he was obligated to. He went above and beyond the call over and over again for her, without question. He wasn't even a field agent, and he went on missions with her. She knew that they didn't exactly follow agent-handler protocol, but when she was with him, it didn't matter. She didn't care about rules, about the consequences, or about all the other, more personal reasons, that they were simply not meant to be together.
She had never been so scared for someone else in her life than when he was held back for further testing because his tests were abnormal. All she kept thinking was that she was going to lose another person she loved. And this time, he would never even know that she loved him. She had loved Danny, deeply, and she would have been truly happy marrying him and growing old together. But what she felt for Vaughn was almost incomparable. She never knew that she could trust someone so completely. She never thought she would be the type of person to allow her life to be completely dependent on someone else. Her feelings for him ran so deep, she didn't know how she could function if he weren't around. It would be like half of her was missing.
She had never been so relieved when his results had come back normal.
She was so lost in her thoughts that it took her a minute to hear the footsteps coming towards her. She stood up, and prepared herself to see him.
He walked into their little caged area in, of course, a suit. She hated that suit. Of course she had never seen someone look so amazing in a suit, but it was like it represented how professional their relationship should be. Although she hated meeting in public where they could not meet each other's eyes, she liked seeing him in other attire besides business wear. She would never forget how amazingly sexy he looked in Taipei with his leather coat, nor the tingle she got when he pushed away a predator.
He stood in front of her for a moment. They had been having a lot of moments lately. Not necessarily significant things that had happened, but just times when they had nothing to say, but only looked into each other's eyes.
"Hi." He said finally.
"Hi." She replied.
"I got stuck at the office right after I called you. Have you been waiting long?" He asked, truly concerned with such a mundane thing.
"Not too long. I was starting to thing you'd forgotten about me." She joked, but really fearing that someday he wouldn't show up.
"Never." He replied, smiling that amazing smile that she saw far too infrequently.
"So what's this about?" she asked, although she already knew.
"You know what this is about. Somehow, your mother is back in LA in CIA custody, and your father is roaming around, free as a bird." He said. And although his words seemed light, his tone was not.
"Okay." She said, looking down and taking a deep breath, preparing for her defense. "You have to understand that I couldn't let my father go to jail, and I couldn't let my mother be killed, when there is still so much we need from her." She paused.
Vaughn took this opportunity to jump in. "So you kidnapped a congressmen and convinced him to free your parents." He said, seeming pleased with himself.
Sydney looked up in surprise. "How did you.?"
"I guess I just know you too well." Vaughn sighed, internally thinking that he would never be able to know her well enough. "So what did you tell him?"
"That my dad and I knew of a senator who was selling secrets to the Alliance and that I my mother and father where both needed to flush out the senator." Sydney said softly, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed.
He sighed and smiled a little, wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this.
"And before you ask, no I don't know what I was thinking, and no, I don't know what I'm going to do." Sydney said preemptively.
"Right. Okay, I'll think on this, you do the same. This is going to take some imagination. As long as no one finds out, we should be fine."
Sydney nodded. "Is that all?"
"Yeah, yeah that's it. Oh, actually, we think that Sloane will probably be going on another little blackmail visit, so just a heads up, we'll have to get there first."
"Thanks. Any ideas on who it'll be?" Sydney asked, already knowing the answer. Vaughn just looked at her, not needing to say anything.
"Right. We don't know, but my mother will." Sydney said, looking down at her feet and tapping her heel against the floor.
"You don't have to talk to her. We can wait, and Sloane will probably tell your father something about it." Vaughn suggested, knowing that she wouldn't accept this.
"No, this is one of the reasons I didn't want her to die. She can help us. And as long as she's here, we have to take advantage of it."
Vaughn nodded. "Okay, come by anytime, you know the drill."
Sydney nodded and started to walk away, when Vaughn's voice stopped her.
"So, um, how is Francie's restaurant coming along?" he asked. He knew it was a random question, but he wanted to know about her life.
Sydney stopped walked a step closer. "It's going really well. The opening was a big hit, and there are always a ton of people in there when I go." She smiled, loving that he cared about her life.
"Good." He returned her smile. "That's great. And Will?" he cringed inside.
Sydney's smile widened. "He's doing a lot better. He really appreciates you helping him out."
"No problem." He paused. "So I'll contact you, or wait to hear from you."
"Okay. Bye."
Vaughn followed her form with his eyes as she walked out of the warehouse. When he saw the door slide back into place, he sighed and collapsed onto a crate.
He didn't know how much more he could take of this. Lately, they had become so much more comfortable with each other, but there was still so much they didn't know. Sydney knew virtually nothing about his past, or present for that matter, and he had to really delve deep to get anything out of her.
He knew that he had never cared for anyone this deeply before, and that no matter what, he would always be there for her. She had saved his life before, and he knew that she would do it again.
His time with her had been one of the best things to happen to him in three years. For three years, he'd had a desk job and hated it. Finally, he got an agent, and what was better was that she was beautiful, intelligent, witty, and quite possibly the love of his life. He worried about her constantly whether it was when she was on missions, and even when she was at home.
One thing that he really loved about working with Sydney was that he got to accompany her on missions. Not only did he live for the action, but he felt like he could be there to protect her, a job he trusted no one but himself to do.
AUTHOR: Carrie
DISTRIBUTION: Anywhere, just let me know so I can visit
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Alias or any of the characters that appear on the show.
NOTE: Okay, new series. I've got some good ideas for this one and hopefully I can actually finish a story this time, we'll see. Please R&R
CHAPTER ONE
Sydney Bristow paced in a cold, dark corner of an abandoned warehouse. Each step echoed throughout the empty space, reminding her just how alone she was. He was never late. She always arrived after him. Maybe she was early. In her anticipation to see him, plus the added benefit of an empty house, she had come directly after his call. He probably figured it would take her a while to get there. At this thought, she stopped pacing, opting instead for sitting on one of the many crates strewn about the warehouse.
Sydney was glad to have this time. The only time that was simply about her was her time with Vaughn. Here, in this warehouse, or even at the pier or in the bloodmobile, everything was focused on her, and she felt like she was Michael Vaughn's entire universe. He was the only one that she could truly talk to. Even though Will was willing to talk to her, she felt guilty putting yet another burden on him. Vaughn seemed like he really wanted to hear what she had to say, not like he was obligated to. He went above and beyond the call over and over again for her, without question. He wasn't even a field agent, and he went on missions with her. She knew that they didn't exactly follow agent-handler protocol, but when she was with him, it didn't matter. She didn't care about rules, about the consequences, or about all the other, more personal reasons, that they were simply not meant to be together.
She had never been so scared for someone else in her life than when he was held back for further testing because his tests were abnormal. All she kept thinking was that she was going to lose another person she loved. And this time, he would never even know that she loved him. She had loved Danny, deeply, and she would have been truly happy marrying him and growing old together. But what she felt for Vaughn was almost incomparable. She never knew that she could trust someone so completely. She never thought she would be the type of person to allow her life to be completely dependent on someone else. Her feelings for him ran so deep, she didn't know how she could function if he weren't around. It would be like half of her was missing.
She had never been so relieved when his results had come back normal.
She was so lost in her thoughts that it took her a minute to hear the footsteps coming towards her. She stood up, and prepared herself to see him.
He walked into their little caged area in, of course, a suit. She hated that suit. Of course she had never seen someone look so amazing in a suit, but it was like it represented how professional their relationship should be. Although she hated meeting in public where they could not meet each other's eyes, she liked seeing him in other attire besides business wear. She would never forget how amazingly sexy he looked in Taipei with his leather coat, nor the tingle she got when he pushed away a predator.
He stood in front of her for a moment. They had been having a lot of moments lately. Not necessarily significant things that had happened, but just times when they had nothing to say, but only looked into each other's eyes.
"Hi." He said finally.
"Hi." She replied.
"I got stuck at the office right after I called you. Have you been waiting long?" He asked, truly concerned with such a mundane thing.
"Not too long. I was starting to thing you'd forgotten about me." She joked, but really fearing that someday he wouldn't show up.
"Never." He replied, smiling that amazing smile that she saw far too infrequently.
"So what's this about?" she asked, although she already knew.
"You know what this is about. Somehow, your mother is back in LA in CIA custody, and your father is roaming around, free as a bird." He said. And although his words seemed light, his tone was not.
"Okay." She said, looking down and taking a deep breath, preparing for her defense. "You have to understand that I couldn't let my father go to jail, and I couldn't let my mother be killed, when there is still so much we need from her." She paused.
Vaughn took this opportunity to jump in. "So you kidnapped a congressmen and convinced him to free your parents." He said, seeming pleased with himself.
Sydney looked up in surprise. "How did you.?"
"I guess I just know you too well." Vaughn sighed, internally thinking that he would never be able to know her well enough. "So what did you tell him?"
"That my dad and I knew of a senator who was selling secrets to the Alliance and that I my mother and father where both needed to flush out the senator." Sydney said softly, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed.
He sighed and smiled a little, wondering how the hell they were going to get out of this.
"And before you ask, no I don't know what I was thinking, and no, I don't know what I'm going to do." Sydney said preemptively.
"Right. Okay, I'll think on this, you do the same. This is going to take some imagination. As long as no one finds out, we should be fine."
Sydney nodded. "Is that all?"
"Yeah, yeah that's it. Oh, actually, we think that Sloane will probably be going on another little blackmail visit, so just a heads up, we'll have to get there first."
"Thanks. Any ideas on who it'll be?" Sydney asked, already knowing the answer. Vaughn just looked at her, not needing to say anything.
"Right. We don't know, but my mother will." Sydney said, looking down at her feet and tapping her heel against the floor.
"You don't have to talk to her. We can wait, and Sloane will probably tell your father something about it." Vaughn suggested, knowing that she wouldn't accept this.
"No, this is one of the reasons I didn't want her to die. She can help us. And as long as she's here, we have to take advantage of it."
Vaughn nodded. "Okay, come by anytime, you know the drill."
Sydney nodded and started to walk away, when Vaughn's voice stopped her.
"So, um, how is Francie's restaurant coming along?" he asked. He knew it was a random question, but he wanted to know about her life.
Sydney stopped walked a step closer. "It's going really well. The opening was a big hit, and there are always a ton of people in there when I go." She smiled, loving that he cared about her life.
"Good." He returned her smile. "That's great. And Will?" he cringed inside.
Sydney's smile widened. "He's doing a lot better. He really appreciates you helping him out."
"No problem." He paused. "So I'll contact you, or wait to hear from you."
"Okay. Bye."
Vaughn followed her form with his eyes as she walked out of the warehouse. When he saw the door slide back into place, he sighed and collapsed onto a crate.
He didn't know how much more he could take of this. Lately, they had become so much more comfortable with each other, but there was still so much they didn't know. Sydney knew virtually nothing about his past, or present for that matter, and he had to really delve deep to get anything out of her.
He knew that he had never cared for anyone this deeply before, and that no matter what, he would always be there for her. She had saved his life before, and he knew that she would do it again.
His time with her had been one of the best things to happen to him in three years. For three years, he'd had a desk job and hated it. Finally, he got an agent, and what was better was that she was beautiful, intelligent, witty, and quite possibly the love of his life. He worried about her constantly whether it was when she was on missions, and even when she was at home.
One thing that he really loved about working with Sydney was that he got to accompany her on missions. Not only did he live for the action, but he felt like he could be there to protect her, a job he trusted no one but himself to do.