Disclaimer: Again, I own nothing dealing with Alias.
A/N-First off, I didn't know where Langley was, but I needed someone to be like the head person and I remembered hearing the name Langley. Second, as for Francie not being mad, I didn't really know how a person would react to their friend coming back from the dead, but the anger might come later. I'm not sure yet.
Chapter 3
"Dad." Sydney said quietly. She looked at him a moment longer before approaching him.
"Hi." Her gaze left his face and went to her feet. "It's been awhile."
"Too long." Jack agreed.
Taking a deep breath, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." He replied, before releasing her. "How long are you back for?"
"I'm not sure. Indefinitely. How did Sloane know where I was?"
Jack frowned. "I don't know. He hasn't said a word to me about you since you 'died'?"
Glancing at her watch, Sydney remembered Kevin and sighed. "I really have to go, can we get together? Soon?"
"Of course." Jack agreed and watched Sydney leave.
"How did it go with your dad?" Kevin was sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillows and watching television, when Sydney walked in.
"Good." She tossed her purse onto the chair and flopped onto the bed next to him.
"But.?" He asked, as if reading her mind.
"I didn't tell him about you." He looked at her, hurt evident on his face. "It's just been so long since I've seen him and the timing didn't seem right. But I will tell him. I promise."
Kevin sighed heavily. "Ok, I guess." A small teasing smile began to form on his face. "Just so long as you're not ashamed of me."
"Never." She leaned over kissed him.
Sydney woke and showered early the next morning. After quickly dressing, she left Kevin a note and left. Again, memories rushed back to her as she entered the CIA building. They needed to find out how Sloane had found her and then decide where to go from there. For the first time in a long time, little butterflies formed in her stomach. Pressing her hand against it, in an attempt to calm her nerves, she forced her feet to move forward. The meeting would include Langley, her father, and another man from her past. A message on her voicemail that morning, had informed her that her former handler would be joining them. She wasn't sure how she was going to react to seeing Vaughn again and in truth, she was sure she wanted to find out. Stopping outside the office, she peered through the window, but could only make out the back of his head. Letting out a heavy sigh, she opened the door and entered as the three occupants turned to look at her. She smiled briefly at the two older men, before allowing herself to glance at Vaughn.
His green eyes were guarded and unreadable, but they were looking directly at her. His face hadn't changed in the year she had been gone, but the way he looked at her had. She shook her head to clear away the memories of his warm expression and took a seat on the opposite side of the room.
Sydney swallowed hard as the meeting came to a close. Slowly, she followed Vaughn out of the room. "Vaughn?" She called out softly to his retreating form.
He stopped, but paused a long moment before turning to face her. However, he didn't answer her, just waited for to speak again. Watching as she came closer, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
"How are you?" She asked, unsure of how to begin the conversation.
"I'm fine." Like his eyes, his voice revealed nothing. "And yourself?" He asked, taking in her new appearance again. The blonde hair and green eyes were a sharp contrast from the brown he had grown accustomed to, but he would still know her anywhere. He gave himself a mental shake before she realized he was watching her.
"I'm good." Syd replied and he nodded. The silence that stretched between them was awkward. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, but moved back to the ground after nothing more than a second. "It's good seeing you again."
Vaughn didn't say anything, but looked at something over her shoulder. She allowed her gaze to follow his and saw her father approaching. "What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Sydney?" He asked, when he reached their side.
"I'm going to visit Francie, but after that I'm free."
"I don't think that's such a good idea." Vaughn stated. He couldn't help but revert to handler mode.
Sydney turned to look at him again. "She already knows I'm alive."
He frowned, but said nothing. Instead, it was Jack who replied. "How?"
"I called her a little while ago. That's not how Sloane found out though, apparently he's known for sometime."
Vaughn cleared his throat. "Still, you'd be putting her life, not to mention yours, in danger, by visiting her."
"I'll be careful." She didn't give either man a chance to respond, before she quickly walked away from them.
Sydney raised her hand and knocked on the door of her old house. When Francie opened it, she couldn't stop herself from squealing. After an excited hug, Francie led her friend into the house. "I've missed this place." Syd commented, pushing her dark sunglasses onto her head.
"And I've missed you. Come, sit, spill." She instructed, taking a seat on the couch.
Sydney sat next to her. "What do you want to know?" She asked, turning to face Francie and pulling her legs up into an Indian sit position.
"Let's start with why I had to think my best friend was dead."
Vaughn entered his apartment and tossed his keys on the table in the entranceway. He hit the blinking light on the answering machine and went to put his coat away.
"You have one new message." The machine began. "Message one." He sighed as Alice's voice came on. "Hi, Michael it's me. Where have you been lately? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a week now. Call me when you get this ok? I love you." The machine clicked off and Vaughn reached for the phone, but stopped himself. Instead, he headed for the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
As he sat on the couch and kicked his shoes off, his mind wandered back to earlier that day. He still couldn't get over how different she had looked. Her appearance showed how much her new life had changed her. Besides the hair and eyes, she now dressed different. More colorful. She looked out of place among the throngs of people dressed in blacks and grays. Her khaki pants and button up red blouse had stuck like a sore thumb. "Stop it." He ordered himself allowed. With a shake of his head, he took a drink of his beer and leaned his head back in an attempt to push the woman out of his head.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you more." Sydney said with a shake of her head.
Francie sighed. "I hate that you let me think you were dead."
"I do too. And I wanted to tell you, but I had to keep you safe."
Francie looked away. She had just gotten her friend back; the last thing she wanted was to fight. "Have you talked to Will yet?"
"No, and you can't either." She replied firmly.
"You're not going to tell him?" Her eyes widened in shock. "Do you have any idea how hard your 'death' hit him?"
Syd frowned. "I might go see him. I haven't decided yet. It would put his life in danger, just like my presence here is putting yours in danger. I'm so sorry for that. I probably shouldn't have come, but I needed to see you."
"I'm glad you're here and I know Will would be glad too, no matter what the danger."
"Maybe."
Francie smiled and changed the subject. "Now tell me about Kevin. I want all the details." Before she could reply, her pager beeped.
"Speak of the devil." She muttered. "I have to go, he's wondering where I am. I'll call you soon and we'll get together and you'll know everything."
"Sure." She paused a moment. "Just one question."
"Yeah?"
"Have you decided anything about marriage?"
Sydney's smile immediately turned to a frown. "I turned him down, but we're still together. He understands that I'm just not ready."
"That's good. I hope it all works out for you."
"Me too." They hugged again and Sydney left.
Sydney entered the restaurant on Kevin's arm and looked around for anyone who might recognize her. With a sigh of relive at seeing no one familiar, she allowed herself to be led to their table and listened as Kevin ordered their drinks. "Did you ever eat here when you lived in L.A.?" Kevin asked, while studying the menu.
Her eyes surveyed the fancy restaurant, as she shook her head. "Nope, never. But I have heard about it. It's supposed to be really good."
"For these prices, it had better be."
After the waiter had came and left movement over Kevin's right shoulder caught her attention. Vaughn was being led to a table near hers, with a woman she recognized immediately on his arm. She was a little surprised to see he was still dating Alice, but she forced her attention back to Kevin's face. Unfortunately, it wasn't before Kevin noticed. "What is it, Mia?" He asked and turned his head in the direction Sydney had been looking in.
"Nothing, I just saw someone I thought I knew. I guess I was wrong." She gave a relieved smile when the waiter appeared with their food.
A/N-First off, I didn't know where Langley was, but I needed someone to be like the head person and I remembered hearing the name Langley. Second, as for Francie not being mad, I didn't really know how a person would react to their friend coming back from the dead, but the anger might come later. I'm not sure yet.
Chapter 3
"Dad." Sydney said quietly. She looked at him a moment longer before approaching him.
"Hi." Her gaze left his face and went to her feet. "It's been awhile."
"Too long." Jack agreed.
Taking a deep breath, she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you."
"I missed you too." He replied, before releasing her. "How long are you back for?"
"I'm not sure. Indefinitely. How did Sloane know where I was?"
Jack frowned. "I don't know. He hasn't said a word to me about you since you 'died'?"
Glancing at her watch, Sydney remembered Kevin and sighed. "I really have to go, can we get together? Soon?"
"Of course." Jack agreed and watched Sydney leave.
"How did it go with your dad?" Kevin was sitting on the bed, leaning against the pillows and watching television, when Sydney walked in.
"Good." She tossed her purse onto the chair and flopped onto the bed next to him.
"But.?" He asked, as if reading her mind.
"I didn't tell him about you." He looked at her, hurt evident on his face. "It's just been so long since I've seen him and the timing didn't seem right. But I will tell him. I promise."
Kevin sighed heavily. "Ok, I guess." A small teasing smile began to form on his face. "Just so long as you're not ashamed of me."
"Never." She leaned over kissed him.
Sydney woke and showered early the next morning. After quickly dressing, she left Kevin a note and left. Again, memories rushed back to her as she entered the CIA building. They needed to find out how Sloane had found her and then decide where to go from there. For the first time in a long time, little butterflies formed in her stomach. Pressing her hand against it, in an attempt to calm her nerves, she forced her feet to move forward. The meeting would include Langley, her father, and another man from her past. A message on her voicemail that morning, had informed her that her former handler would be joining them. She wasn't sure how she was going to react to seeing Vaughn again and in truth, she was sure she wanted to find out. Stopping outside the office, she peered through the window, but could only make out the back of his head. Letting out a heavy sigh, she opened the door and entered as the three occupants turned to look at her. She smiled briefly at the two older men, before allowing herself to glance at Vaughn.
His green eyes were guarded and unreadable, but they were looking directly at her. His face hadn't changed in the year she had been gone, but the way he looked at her had. She shook her head to clear away the memories of his warm expression and took a seat on the opposite side of the room.
Sydney swallowed hard as the meeting came to a close. Slowly, she followed Vaughn out of the room. "Vaughn?" She called out softly to his retreating form.
He stopped, but paused a long moment before turning to face her. However, he didn't answer her, just waited for to speak again. Watching as she came closer, he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.
"How are you?" She asked, unsure of how to begin the conversation.
"I'm fine." Like his eyes, his voice revealed nothing. "And yourself?" He asked, taking in her new appearance again. The blonde hair and green eyes were a sharp contrast from the brown he had grown accustomed to, but he would still know her anywhere. He gave himself a mental shake before she realized he was watching her.
"I'm good." Syd replied and he nodded. The silence that stretched between them was awkward. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, but moved back to the ground after nothing more than a second. "It's good seeing you again."
Vaughn didn't say anything, but looked at something over her shoulder. She allowed her gaze to follow his and saw her father approaching. "What do you have planned for the rest of the day, Sydney?" He asked, when he reached their side.
"I'm going to visit Francie, but after that I'm free."
"I don't think that's such a good idea." Vaughn stated. He couldn't help but revert to handler mode.
Sydney turned to look at him again. "She already knows I'm alive."
He frowned, but said nothing. Instead, it was Jack who replied. "How?"
"I called her a little while ago. That's not how Sloane found out though, apparently he's known for sometime."
Vaughn cleared his throat. "Still, you'd be putting her life, not to mention yours, in danger, by visiting her."
"I'll be careful." She didn't give either man a chance to respond, before she quickly walked away from them.
Sydney raised her hand and knocked on the door of her old house. When Francie opened it, she couldn't stop herself from squealing. After an excited hug, Francie led her friend into the house. "I've missed this place." Syd commented, pushing her dark sunglasses onto her head.
"And I've missed you. Come, sit, spill." She instructed, taking a seat on the couch.
Sydney sat next to her. "What do you want to know?" She asked, turning to face Francie and pulling her legs up into an Indian sit position.
"Let's start with why I had to think my best friend was dead."
Vaughn entered his apartment and tossed his keys on the table in the entranceway. He hit the blinking light on the answering machine and went to put his coat away.
"You have one new message." The machine began. "Message one." He sighed as Alice's voice came on. "Hi, Michael it's me. Where have you been lately? I've been trying to get a hold of you for a week now. Call me when you get this ok? I love you." The machine clicked off and Vaughn reached for the phone, but stopped himself. Instead, he headed for the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
As he sat on the couch and kicked his shoes off, his mind wandered back to earlier that day. He still couldn't get over how different she had looked. Her appearance showed how much her new life had changed her. Besides the hair and eyes, she now dressed different. More colorful. She looked out of place among the throngs of people dressed in blacks and grays. Her khaki pants and button up red blouse had stuck like a sore thumb. "Stop it." He ordered himself allowed. With a shake of his head, he took a drink of his beer and leaned his head back in an attempt to push the woman out of his head.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you more." Sydney said with a shake of her head.
Francie sighed. "I hate that you let me think you were dead."
"I do too. And I wanted to tell you, but I had to keep you safe."
Francie looked away. She had just gotten her friend back; the last thing she wanted was to fight. "Have you talked to Will yet?"
"No, and you can't either." She replied firmly.
"You're not going to tell him?" Her eyes widened in shock. "Do you have any idea how hard your 'death' hit him?"
Syd frowned. "I might go see him. I haven't decided yet. It would put his life in danger, just like my presence here is putting yours in danger. I'm so sorry for that. I probably shouldn't have come, but I needed to see you."
"I'm glad you're here and I know Will would be glad too, no matter what the danger."
"Maybe."
Francie smiled and changed the subject. "Now tell me about Kevin. I want all the details." Before she could reply, her pager beeped.
"Speak of the devil." She muttered. "I have to go, he's wondering where I am. I'll call you soon and we'll get together and you'll know everything."
"Sure." She paused a moment. "Just one question."
"Yeah?"
"Have you decided anything about marriage?"
Sydney's smile immediately turned to a frown. "I turned him down, but we're still together. He understands that I'm just not ready."
"That's good. I hope it all works out for you."
"Me too." They hugged again and Sydney left.
Sydney entered the restaurant on Kevin's arm and looked around for anyone who might recognize her. With a sigh of relive at seeing no one familiar, she allowed herself to be led to their table and listened as Kevin ordered their drinks. "Did you ever eat here when you lived in L.A.?" Kevin asked, while studying the menu.
Her eyes surveyed the fancy restaurant, as she shook her head. "Nope, never. But I have heard about it. It's supposed to be really good."
"For these prices, it had better be."
After the waiter had came and left movement over Kevin's right shoulder caught her attention. Vaughn was being led to a table near hers, with a woman she recognized immediately on his arm. She was a little surprised to see he was still dating Alice, but she forced her attention back to Kevin's face. Unfortunately, it wasn't before Kevin noticed. "What is it, Mia?" He asked and turned his head in the direction Sydney had been looking in.
"Nothing, I just saw someone I thought I knew. I guess I was wrong." She gave a relieved smile when the waiter appeared with their food.