Disclaimer: I don't own anything dealing with Alias.
A/N: I'm not sure how often I will be able to update this. Once my computer is hooked up, it will be much more frequent.
Chapter 2
"Hello." The familiar voice came to her across the line, "May I ask who this is?"
Holding her breath, Sydney refused to hang up. "How did you get this number?"
i"Star 69. Now would you mind telling me who this is?" /i
"Francie, it's me, Sydney." Silently, she waited for a response.
i "Syd?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "But I thought." /i
"I know what you must think, but it's probably not true." Stretching the phone cord, she sat down on her couch. "I'm alive and well, but I can't tell you much more."
i "Knowing that is enough, Syd. I mean, yeah, I've got questions, but knowing you're alive is all that really matters." /i
"Thank-you for not asking. However, I did call for a reason. Even though it's been a year, you're still my best friend."
i "And you're mine. So, what's up?" /i
"I need some advice. About matters of the heart." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. A small smile formed when she heard Francie's remark.
i "It's about time you had a love life. How can I help?" /i
"Well." She slowly began. "I've been seeing this guy, Kevin, for a few months now and he's proposed."
i "And that's a problem?" /i
"No, not exactly. He's a great guy. Sweet and handsome, but I'm not sure if he's the one. I do love him, that's not something I doubt." She trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
i "But you're not sure if you love him enough to marry him. I understand." /i
Sydney could almost hear her friend nodding through the phone. "So, what do I do?"
i "If you have doubts, you can't marry him. It's not fair to either of you." In the background, Will called to her. "Look, I have to go. Do me a favor though, think about what I said and keep in touch, ok?" /i
"I'll try." Syd promised. "Bye, Francie." As she hung up, she felt her heart break a little when she realized just how much she missed her life in Los Angeles.
The next day, Saturday, Sydney slowly walked to Kevin's apartment. What she planned to say, ran through her head over and over again. Her head was beginning to hurt, when she finally raised her hand to knock.
"Mia, hi." He said softly upon seeing her at his door. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought we needed to talk." She followed him into the living room and took a seat when he motioned her to do so. "About last night." She began, but he interjected.
"Look, if you don't want to marry me that's fine. I'm sorry I asked."
"It's not you. Honest. It's just that I'm not ready to get married. Not to you, not to anyone. I don't want to hurt you, but it wouldn't be fair to either of us if I accepted your proposal."
His next question made her pause. "Do you want up to break up?"
While she knew he would ask this question, she hadn't come up with an answer. After a moment's hesitation, she replied. "No, of course not. I still want a relationship with you, I'm just not ready for marriage. You can understand that, can't you?"
Kevin nodded, a relieved smile on his face. "I love you, Mia."
Without answering, Sydney leaned over and gently brushed her lips against his.
Langley frowned at the paper on his desk. It didn't make sense. Running a hand through his hair, he picked up the phone. When she answered, he skipped the greetings and went straight to the point. "Agent Bristow, I have some bad news that must be discussed in person. This is not a request, but an order from the United States Government. A plane ticket has already been sent to you and I'm expecting to see you first thing tomorrow morning."
When she agreed, he hung up the phone. Glancing upward, his eyes met Agent Vaughn's. "You were talking to Sydney?" He asked.
"You really didn't have to come with me." Sydney said, reaching over to hold his hand. The flight attendant rolled the beverage cart by and a small child cried somewhere behind them.
"I wanted to. I'm really looking forward to meeting your father and I've always wanted to see California." Kevin replied, adjusting his seat.
"I know, but I haven't even told him about you yet. I'm going to need some time." The lie she had told him about her sudden trip to L.A. came to mind. Her father was sick and she felt she needed to be with him. The story was almost funny, Jack Bristow had never been sick a day in his life. "And with his illness, I don't want to put to much on him at once."
"Mia, I understand. You go see him alone, tell him about me and then we'll take it from there."
She forced a smile. "I'm sure my dad will like you once he gets to know you."
After leaving Kevin in their hotel room, Sydney had made her way to CIA headquarters. She took in the familiar surrounding, before heading to Langley's office. "Come in." He called in response to her soft knock.
"What's this all about?" She asked abruptly.
Langley sighed, he had hoped this day would never come. "Have a seat, Agent Bristow." When she had sat, he began. "I don't know how this happened, but Sloane found you. He knows your new identity and your current residence. Sloane know almost every detail of your life. From your name to your day to day life."
"How is that possible?" She asked. "I was so careful." As soon as the words left her mouth, her phone conversation with Francie came to mind. She swore under her breath. "I called someone." Her voice was soft, and she didn't look the man directly in the eye.
"When?"
"A few days ago."
A sigh escaped Langley's lips. "That wasn't smart of you to do, but he has known longer than a few days. We're not sure how he found out, only that he did." He paused for a moment. "You need to remain in L.A. for a while."
"How long?" She asked.
"Indefinitely."
Sydney walked numbly out of Langley's office. She didn't want to be here and how was she supposed to explain it to Kevin? Stopping, she leaned against a wall to gather her thoughts. As she took a deep breath, she felt eyes on her. Without looking up, she knew who it was. Reluctantly, she raised her gaze and her breath caught in her throat, as two clear, blue eyes remained fixed on her.
A/N: I'm not sure how often I will be able to update this. Once my computer is hooked up, it will be much more frequent.
Chapter 2
"Hello." The familiar voice came to her across the line, "May I ask who this is?"
Holding her breath, Sydney refused to hang up. "How did you get this number?"
i"Star 69. Now would you mind telling me who this is?" /i
"Francie, it's me, Sydney." Silently, she waited for a response.
i "Syd?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "But I thought." /i
"I know what you must think, but it's probably not true." Stretching the phone cord, she sat down on her couch. "I'm alive and well, but I can't tell you much more."
i "Knowing that is enough, Syd. I mean, yeah, I've got questions, but knowing you're alive is all that really matters." /i
"Thank-you for not asking. However, I did call for a reason. Even though it's been a year, you're still my best friend."
i "And you're mine. So, what's up?" /i
"I need some advice. About matters of the heart." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. A small smile formed when she heard Francie's remark.
i "It's about time you had a love life. How can I help?" /i
"Well." She slowly began. "I've been seeing this guy, Kevin, for a few months now and he's proposed."
i "And that's a problem?" /i
"No, not exactly. He's a great guy. Sweet and handsome, but I'm not sure if he's the one. I do love him, that's not something I doubt." She trailed off, unsure of what else to say.
i "But you're not sure if you love him enough to marry him. I understand." /i
Sydney could almost hear her friend nodding through the phone. "So, what do I do?"
i "If you have doubts, you can't marry him. It's not fair to either of you." In the background, Will called to her. "Look, I have to go. Do me a favor though, think about what I said and keep in touch, ok?" /i
"I'll try." Syd promised. "Bye, Francie." As she hung up, she felt her heart break a little when she realized just how much she missed her life in Los Angeles.
The next day, Saturday, Sydney slowly walked to Kevin's apartment. What she planned to say, ran through her head over and over again. Her head was beginning to hurt, when she finally raised her hand to knock.
"Mia, hi." He said softly upon seeing her at his door. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought we needed to talk." She followed him into the living room and took a seat when he motioned her to do so. "About last night." She began, but he interjected.
"Look, if you don't want to marry me that's fine. I'm sorry I asked."
"It's not you. Honest. It's just that I'm not ready to get married. Not to you, not to anyone. I don't want to hurt you, but it wouldn't be fair to either of us if I accepted your proposal."
His next question made her pause. "Do you want up to break up?"
While she knew he would ask this question, she hadn't come up with an answer. After a moment's hesitation, she replied. "No, of course not. I still want a relationship with you, I'm just not ready for marriage. You can understand that, can't you?"
Kevin nodded, a relieved smile on his face. "I love you, Mia."
Without answering, Sydney leaned over and gently brushed her lips against his.
Langley frowned at the paper on his desk. It didn't make sense. Running a hand through his hair, he picked up the phone. When she answered, he skipped the greetings and went straight to the point. "Agent Bristow, I have some bad news that must be discussed in person. This is not a request, but an order from the United States Government. A plane ticket has already been sent to you and I'm expecting to see you first thing tomorrow morning."
When she agreed, he hung up the phone. Glancing upward, his eyes met Agent Vaughn's. "You were talking to Sydney?" He asked.
"You really didn't have to come with me." Sydney said, reaching over to hold his hand. The flight attendant rolled the beverage cart by and a small child cried somewhere behind them.
"I wanted to. I'm really looking forward to meeting your father and I've always wanted to see California." Kevin replied, adjusting his seat.
"I know, but I haven't even told him about you yet. I'm going to need some time." The lie she had told him about her sudden trip to L.A. came to mind. Her father was sick and she felt she needed to be with him. The story was almost funny, Jack Bristow had never been sick a day in his life. "And with his illness, I don't want to put to much on him at once."
"Mia, I understand. You go see him alone, tell him about me and then we'll take it from there."
She forced a smile. "I'm sure my dad will like you once he gets to know you."
After leaving Kevin in their hotel room, Sydney had made her way to CIA headquarters. She took in the familiar surrounding, before heading to Langley's office. "Come in." He called in response to her soft knock.
"What's this all about?" She asked abruptly.
Langley sighed, he had hoped this day would never come. "Have a seat, Agent Bristow." When she had sat, he began. "I don't know how this happened, but Sloane found you. He knows your new identity and your current residence. Sloane know almost every detail of your life. From your name to your day to day life."
"How is that possible?" She asked. "I was so careful." As soon as the words left her mouth, her phone conversation with Francie came to mind. She swore under her breath. "I called someone." Her voice was soft, and she didn't look the man directly in the eye.
"When?"
"A few days ago."
A sigh escaped Langley's lips. "That wasn't smart of you to do, but he has known longer than a few days. We're not sure how he found out, only that he did." He paused for a moment. "You need to remain in L.A. for a while."
"How long?" She asked.
"Indefinitely."
Sydney walked numbly out of Langley's office. She didn't want to be here and how was she supposed to explain it to Kevin? Stopping, she leaned against a wall to gather her thoughts. As she took a deep breath, she felt eyes on her. Without looking up, she knew who it was. Reluctantly, she raised her gaze and her breath caught in her throat, as two clear, blue eyes remained fixed on her.