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this story.
A/N: This is my first Alias fic, so I want lots and lots of feedback! This is set right after 'A Dark Turn' (aired 03/02/03) I'm going to try and finish this before the next episode if that's possible. Or maybe I'll even continue it after the next one. It's all according to how long I want it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Blue Coincidences
Chapter 1 Unfortunate Change of Plans
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Sydney Bristow reached up onto the top shelf of her closet. She moved her hand around, feeling into the corners until she felt the edge of the small wooden box.
Sighing, she brought the box out of the darkness and into to the dim light of her room. She smoothed her elegant black dress with the palm of her hands, and tucked her hair behind her ear as she stared at the box.
It was Friday, she had left work and come immediately home, jumped into the shower, fixed her hair, and then put on the expensive black dress that she had bought for her savvy date with Vaughn. Michael. She looked good, the dress had one strap that went across her shoulder and it did a sort of frill thing at the bottom. But she felt miserable. Ever since questioning Michael's loyalty to the CIA, things had been tense between them. She supposed this fancy dinner date was his effort to make up. Needless to say, she wasn't looking forward to it.
She brought her thoughts back on the small intricate box that she held in her hands. She lifted the lid, and was awestruck, like always, at the beautiful necklace that rested on the velvet lining inside. This necklace was an extraordinary piece of jewelry that her mother had given her a very long time ago. Before everything had gone wrong.
When Sydney had seen the dress in the store, she had immediately thought of her mother's necklace. It would go perfectly. The thin silver chain, and the mystifying pendant that hung on it was so eye-catching. The stone inlaid in the pendant was an abnormally large opal that glittered a bewildering blue when the light hit it just right. The opal right now looked very much its normal color right now though. In the dim light the white of it was flecked with sparkling colors as she turned it in her hand.
Sydney turned around to clasp it on and faced the mirror. She jumped as she caught a glimpse of Francie in the reflection. She had been so mesmerized by her mother's necklace that she hadn't even noticed her presence.
"Going out?" Francie asked.
"With Michael." Sydney nodded. "Will you help me with this clasp?"
Francie moved quietly over to Sydney as she lifted her hair and handed the necklace carefully to Francie.
"It's beautiful." Francie said calmly, her eyes never leaving the opal.
"Thanks." Sydney smiled. "My mother gave it to me when I was very young."
Francie's eyes seemed to fill with interest. But she didn't ask any questions.
"Have a wonderful time. Is Michael coming to pick you up?"
"Yes. I thought he would be here by now." Sydney glanced at the clock next to her bed. "It's not like him to be late."
"He'll be here soon, don't worry." Francie's voice was so emotionless. "I have to be going.... I've got some things to do at the restaurant."
Sydney stared at her friend. She didn't feel like she even knew her anymore.
"Are you okay? You've been really quiet lately, and you've been working a lot lately too."
Her friend's face forced a smile. "Everything's fine Syd. You worry too much. Have a wonderful time."
She repeated that phrase, almost like she didn't think Sydney was going to have a good time.
As Sydney said good-bye, Francie left.
What Sydney didn't see was her friend pull out her cell phone as soon as she left the house.
She also didn't hear her talking to the enemy.
"She's wearing it." Francie's clone said.
"The necklace?" The voice on the other end asked. His British accent was unmistakable.
"Yes, Her date's late, have you picked him up?"
"Yes, we have Mr. Vaughn."
"Good, I'm leaving now." Francie said, and hung up.
Her job was done for the day..and maybe forever.
~*~*~*~*~
Sydney ran the brush through her hair one more time and straightened the pendant around her neck as the car outside beeped. Michael must be here.
She was quite surprised as she stepped out of the house and saw the stylish limousine parked in her drive. Michael really was being generous.
Sydney turned on her porch-light, as it was already dark and she probably wouldn't be home before Francie. Then she locked the door, slipped the keys into her thin black handbag and was shocked to hear a voice behind her.
"You look lovely tonight Miss Bristow." The voice called across her lawn.
Sydney froze in indignation and terror. She could tell without even looking exactly where the voice behind her was, the distance from herself, to him, to the limousine he was standing by. Measuring her chances she prepared to move into action, until he spoke again.
"I don't think you'll want to go back inside until you look at me."
Sydney gritted her teeth, and prepared for anything as she turned slowly around to face one of her worst enemies.
"That's the ticket." Sark said as he smiled supremely and motioned to one of the guards standing close by.
Sydney mentally counted the guards, the guns, and searched for any other hidden weapons. What she wasn't expecting was for that guard to pull Michael out of the limo.
She gasped. The guard stuck his gun to Vaughn's forehead. His mouth was gagged, and his hands were bound in front of him.
"Now Miss Bristow, don't make any sudden movements, noises, or any other tricky ideas you get into your head." Sark suddenly had a gun in his hand, and from the glow of the porch-light, Sydney could see the barrel pointed her way.
"Just step out into the yard, that's right, just like that..hands where I can see them..good. Now stand right there."
Sydney glared at Sark as a guard patted her down. Then he ripped her handbag away and handed it to Sark.
"She's clear." The guard told Sark.
"What do you want Sark?" Sydney finally spoke, hate dripping off her every word. "What game are you playing at now?"
"Oh, it's no game Miss Bristow." He answered, his tone mock threatening. "Just come with me, and I'll explain everything."
"Only if Vaughn comes too." Sydney argued, not moving.
"Don't make this hard Sydney, just get in the limo. I don't want to shoot your little boyfriend here."
Sydney linked eyes with Vaughn. She tried to read the emotion in them but failed. He obviously felt the same was she did..frustrated and confused.
She walked forward, her heels clicking loudly in the silence. She slowed as she approached Vaughn, and his bound hand brushed hers. He caught her eye again, and she felt something metal transferred from his hand into hers.
"I love you." She whispered, as she quickly moved her hand to her chest, letting the metal object fall into her bra.
He nodded to say the same thing.
"I'm sorry.."
"Please Miss Bristow, we're on a schedule here." Sark called.
"You have to show me that you aren't going to harm Vaughn before I go anywhere with you."
"I think you're forgetting who has the gun here." Sark barked, his patience finally beginning to wear thin. He muttered something to the guard next to Vaughn, who in turn swiftly brought the butt of his gun over Michael's head.
Sydney almost screamed as Michael slumped unconscious to the ground.
"We aren't going to kill him." Sark said, as he watched Sydney with a constant amused expression. "Now, if you will.."
He held out his free hand to help her into the limo, the other one still holding the gun up to her head.
Sydney pushed his hand away with rage and stepped very ungracefully into the limousine. "Don't touch me you son of a bitch."
This night wasn't turning out at all like it should be.
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Sark slammed the limo door as he climbed in after Sydney. She heard the click of the locks, and leaned back into her seat helplessly. She had been so stupid. She should have handled the situation differently...
She let her eyes fall on the unmoving figure on her lawn. Tears were brimming in her eyes and she started mentally criticizing herself, and silently cursing Sark, her mother, the agency, Sloane, and anyone else she could think of.
Questions raced through her mind. Why would Sark want to kidnap her? Wasn't he just putting himself into more jeopardy? What was it that Vaughn had passed her, that now rested coldly against her breast?
She hoped someone would find Vaughn soon and help him, so that he could report it immediately to her father. For all she knew, no one but Vaughn knew about this. She hoped Francie was going to be okay.
Sydney felt his eyes on her, burning into her like fire.
She refused to look at him. Even if she was his hostage, it didn't mean she had to cooperate with him. She had always been good at pushing his limits.
As if reading her thoughts, Sark leaned across the isle to see her better.
"You're mine now Sydney." He whispered. "Don't be difficult."
Sydney forced herself to look at him.
"I didn't kill agent Vaughn because I knew that you wouldn't cooperate at all if I had done that. So consider yourself and Mr. Vaughn lucky." He chuckled sickeningly. "You are so stubborn sometimes."
"Don't talk like you know me, Sark." Sydney's words were quiet and steady, the anger evident in her tone. "I'm not yours, and I will never be yours."
"Ah, I forgot, you're taken aren't you? Everything going well between you and Mr. Vaughn?" He taunted.
Sydney glared at him, her eyes filled with rage, and connected with his brilliant blue eyes. They stood out against the soft light in the limo, and as usual his hair was perfect, and his crisp suit was wrinkleless. He half smiled as Sydney was thrown off guard by how close they suddenly seemed to be. She hated that smile, it made him look so evil and sexy at the same time. Realizing how long her thoughts were dwelling on his appearance she mentally slapped herself, not believing that she had just thought him 'sexy'.
"Keep your nose out of my personal life." She said, her voice cracking annoyingly.
"And tell me why you've ruined my evening." She demanded.
Sark's face lit up like a little boys. She had never seen him so content as tonight.
"The answer is right there around your neck." Sark answered, moving his eyes slowly down her face as she watched him, and finally resting them on her necklace.
Her mother's necklace.
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A/N: Don't forget to review!
A/N: This is my first Alias fic, so I want lots and lots of feedback! This is set right after 'A Dark Turn' (aired 03/02/03) I'm going to try and finish this before the next episode if that's possible. Or maybe I'll even continue it after the next one. It's all according to how long I want it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Blue Coincidences
Chapter 1 Unfortunate Change of Plans
~*~*~*~*~
Sydney Bristow reached up onto the top shelf of her closet. She moved her hand around, feeling into the corners until she felt the edge of the small wooden box.
Sighing, she brought the box out of the darkness and into to the dim light of her room. She smoothed her elegant black dress with the palm of her hands, and tucked her hair behind her ear as she stared at the box.
It was Friday, she had left work and come immediately home, jumped into the shower, fixed her hair, and then put on the expensive black dress that she had bought for her savvy date with Vaughn. Michael. She looked good, the dress had one strap that went across her shoulder and it did a sort of frill thing at the bottom. But she felt miserable. Ever since questioning Michael's loyalty to the CIA, things had been tense between them. She supposed this fancy dinner date was his effort to make up. Needless to say, she wasn't looking forward to it.
She brought her thoughts back on the small intricate box that she held in her hands. She lifted the lid, and was awestruck, like always, at the beautiful necklace that rested on the velvet lining inside. This necklace was an extraordinary piece of jewelry that her mother had given her a very long time ago. Before everything had gone wrong.
When Sydney had seen the dress in the store, she had immediately thought of her mother's necklace. It would go perfectly. The thin silver chain, and the mystifying pendant that hung on it was so eye-catching. The stone inlaid in the pendant was an abnormally large opal that glittered a bewildering blue when the light hit it just right. The opal right now looked very much its normal color right now though. In the dim light the white of it was flecked with sparkling colors as she turned it in her hand.
Sydney turned around to clasp it on and faced the mirror. She jumped as she caught a glimpse of Francie in the reflection. She had been so mesmerized by her mother's necklace that she hadn't even noticed her presence.
"Going out?" Francie asked.
"With Michael." Sydney nodded. "Will you help me with this clasp?"
Francie moved quietly over to Sydney as she lifted her hair and handed the necklace carefully to Francie.
"It's beautiful." Francie said calmly, her eyes never leaving the opal.
"Thanks." Sydney smiled. "My mother gave it to me when I was very young."
Francie's eyes seemed to fill with interest. But she didn't ask any questions.
"Have a wonderful time. Is Michael coming to pick you up?"
"Yes. I thought he would be here by now." Sydney glanced at the clock next to her bed. "It's not like him to be late."
"He'll be here soon, don't worry." Francie's voice was so emotionless. "I have to be going.... I've got some things to do at the restaurant."
Sydney stared at her friend. She didn't feel like she even knew her anymore.
"Are you okay? You've been really quiet lately, and you've been working a lot lately too."
Her friend's face forced a smile. "Everything's fine Syd. You worry too much. Have a wonderful time."
She repeated that phrase, almost like she didn't think Sydney was going to have a good time.
As Sydney said good-bye, Francie left.
What Sydney didn't see was her friend pull out her cell phone as soon as she left the house.
She also didn't hear her talking to the enemy.
"She's wearing it." Francie's clone said.
"The necklace?" The voice on the other end asked. His British accent was unmistakable.
"Yes, Her date's late, have you picked him up?"
"Yes, we have Mr. Vaughn."
"Good, I'm leaving now." Francie said, and hung up.
Her job was done for the day..and maybe forever.
~*~*~*~*~
Sydney ran the brush through her hair one more time and straightened the pendant around her neck as the car outside beeped. Michael must be here.
She was quite surprised as she stepped out of the house and saw the stylish limousine parked in her drive. Michael really was being generous.
Sydney turned on her porch-light, as it was already dark and she probably wouldn't be home before Francie. Then she locked the door, slipped the keys into her thin black handbag and was shocked to hear a voice behind her.
"You look lovely tonight Miss Bristow." The voice called across her lawn.
Sydney froze in indignation and terror. She could tell without even looking exactly where the voice behind her was, the distance from herself, to him, to the limousine he was standing by. Measuring her chances she prepared to move into action, until he spoke again.
"I don't think you'll want to go back inside until you look at me."
Sydney gritted her teeth, and prepared for anything as she turned slowly around to face one of her worst enemies.
"That's the ticket." Sark said as he smiled supremely and motioned to one of the guards standing close by.
Sydney mentally counted the guards, the guns, and searched for any other hidden weapons. What she wasn't expecting was for that guard to pull Michael out of the limo.
She gasped. The guard stuck his gun to Vaughn's forehead. His mouth was gagged, and his hands were bound in front of him.
"Now Miss Bristow, don't make any sudden movements, noises, or any other tricky ideas you get into your head." Sark suddenly had a gun in his hand, and from the glow of the porch-light, Sydney could see the barrel pointed her way.
"Just step out into the yard, that's right, just like that..hands where I can see them..good. Now stand right there."
Sydney glared at Sark as a guard patted her down. Then he ripped her handbag away and handed it to Sark.
"She's clear." The guard told Sark.
"What do you want Sark?" Sydney finally spoke, hate dripping off her every word. "What game are you playing at now?"
"Oh, it's no game Miss Bristow." He answered, his tone mock threatening. "Just come with me, and I'll explain everything."
"Only if Vaughn comes too." Sydney argued, not moving.
"Don't make this hard Sydney, just get in the limo. I don't want to shoot your little boyfriend here."
Sydney linked eyes with Vaughn. She tried to read the emotion in them but failed. He obviously felt the same was she did..frustrated and confused.
She walked forward, her heels clicking loudly in the silence. She slowed as she approached Vaughn, and his bound hand brushed hers. He caught her eye again, and she felt something metal transferred from his hand into hers.
"I love you." She whispered, as she quickly moved her hand to her chest, letting the metal object fall into her bra.
He nodded to say the same thing.
"I'm sorry.."
"Please Miss Bristow, we're on a schedule here." Sark called.
"You have to show me that you aren't going to harm Vaughn before I go anywhere with you."
"I think you're forgetting who has the gun here." Sark barked, his patience finally beginning to wear thin. He muttered something to the guard next to Vaughn, who in turn swiftly brought the butt of his gun over Michael's head.
Sydney almost screamed as Michael slumped unconscious to the ground.
"We aren't going to kill him." Sark said, as he watched Sydney with a constant amused expression. "Now, if you will.."
He held out his free hand to help her into the limo, the other one still holding the gun up to her head.
Sydney pushed his hand away with rage and stepped very ungracefully into the limousine. "Don't touch me you son of a bitch."
This night wasn't turning out at all like it should be.
~*~*~*~*~
Sark slammed the limo door as he climbed in after Sydney. She heard the click of the locks, and leaned back into her seat helplessly. She had been so stupid. She should have handled the situation differently...
She let her eyes fall on the unmoving figure on her lawn. Tears were brimming in her eyes and she started mentally criticizing herself, and silently cursing Sark, her mother, the agency, Sloane, and anyone else she could think of.
Questions raced through her mind. Why would Sark want to kidnap her? Wasn't he just putting himself into more jeopardy? What was it that Vaughn had passed her, that now rested coldly against her breast?
She hoped someone would find Vaughn soon and help him, so that he could report it immediately to her father. For all she knew, no one but Vaughn knew about this. She hoped Francie was going to be okay.
Sydney felt his eyes on her, burning into her like fire.
She refused to look at him. Even if she was his hostage, it didn't mean she had to cooperate with him. She had always been good at pushing his limits.
As if reading her thoughts, Sark leaned across the isle to see her better.
"You're mine now Sydney." He whispered. "Don't be difficult."
Sydney forced herself to look at him.
"I didn't kill agent Vaughn because I knew that you wouldn't cooperate at all if I had done that. So consider yourself and Mr. Vaughn lucky." He chuckled sickeningly. "You are so stubborn sometimes."
"Don't talk like you know me, Sark." Sydney's words were quiet and steady, the anger evident in her tone. "I'm not yours, and I will never be yours."
"Ah, I forgot, you're taken aren't you? Everything going well between you and Mr. Vaughn?" He taunted.
Sydney glared at him, her eyes filled with rage, and connected with his brilliant blue eyes. They stood out against the soft light in the limo, and as usual his hair was perfect, and his crisp suit was wrinkleless. He half smiled as Sydney was thrown off guard by how close they suddenly seemed to be. She hated that smile, it made him look so evil and sexy at the same time. Realizing how long her thoughts were dwelling on his appearance she mentally slapped herself, not believing that she had just thought him 'sexy'.
"Keep your nose out of my personal life." She said, her voice cracking annoyingly.
"And tell me why you've ruined my evening." She demanded.
Sark's face lit up like a little boys. She had never seen him so content as tonight.
"The answer is right there around your neck." Sark answered, moving his eyes slowly down her face as she watched him, and finally resting them on her necklace.
Her mother's necklace.
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A/N: Don't forget to review!
