TITLE: Smack
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: Vaughn has now become a bigger part!!! YAY!!! It's going to get fluffy! This is the last chapter ppl!
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Chapter Six: Savior
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It doesn't mean much, it doesn't mean anything at all, the life I've left behind me is a cold room, I've crossed the last line from where I can't return where every step I took in faith betrayed me and led me from my home and sweet, sweet surrender is all that I have to give, you take me in, no questions asked, you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me, you are an angel, am I already that gone? I only hope that I won't disappoint you.
- 'Sweet Surrender' Sarah McLachlan
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I loved Sark, I really did. He was my world for nearly 11 years. He never left me alone, even when things got rough. When I got pregnant, when we were recruited, everywhere, he was with me. Sark will always be with me. He was the one I shared my teenhood with. The one person who ever bothered to get to know me. Inside and out. And in a way, he has given me the ultimate gift. He has sacrificed himself, possibly unknowingly, and let me meet my soulmate. My savior. He let me go just so I could be truly and fully contented and best of all, happy.
What Vaughn gives and shows me every day is love. He loves me, and the best part is, I love him back. For maybe the first time, I actually love someone as much as they love me.
He gives me reason to live, reason to fight it all away. Without him, I would have been far gone by now. He promises me the moon. He promises to give me a new life. And somehow, even though we really just met, I feel like I've known him a lifetime. And I believe every promise he makes, as much as every breath he takes.
We are fighting together now.
Our pasts have been unraveled. Every detail unsewn. In a mass of tears and sobs, we get it all out. He's been through so much, as have I. Our pasts brought us together, united us, two people who might not have even noticed each other if our lives had not played out as they had.
Michael Vaughn is my messiah. There's no doubt about that.
I come out of my blissful reverie to hear Vaughn calling my name.
"Morning Syd." He smiles, and I smile back. A real smile. A real laugh.
"Morning." It has been nearly two months since that fateful night when I found Sark dead. Vaughn has been with me all the way.
There's no more smack. No more drugs. No more cigarettes. No more piercing, besides my ears. I let them all close up. All the old wounds disappear. The tattoos still hover on my pale skin, but I give them no praise, no attention. Vaughn has a tattoo too. On his left arm. One he got when he was on smack. Just like mine.
And one other thing, I've gone from dirty blond to solid brown. I'm not dirty anymore. There's something you feel when you're clean. It makes you more beautiful than any drug ever did. It makes you kind, it makes you immaculate. It makes you happy to be you. Happy to be alive. Happy to have survived.
I live with Vaughn now, in his apartment. I hang out with his friends, his family. I talk to my parents. My mother told me, shortly after I got involved with Vaughn, that she murdered his father when she worked for the KGB. It was an awful day, that day. Tears and screaming and then apologies.
And yet, there's something more I discovered about Vaughn after that day, I discovered that he could forgive like no one else ever could. It's like this gift he has. He can excuse the worst things, the most terrible, unbelieveable things, and love me. He still loves me. Through it all, he loves me most.
We're getting married this spring.
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The End
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Do y'all want a sequel? I have more ideas if you do!
AUTHOR: Sun Tzu(me)
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to ALIAS. Just expressing my talent through fanfiction.
SUMMARY: AU-Sydney ran away from her life with her father. What happens when years later, her world comes crashing down and old memories are revoked? WIP
A/N: Many of the concepts of this story are taken from the book 'Smack' by Melvin Burgess. Great book. Really speaks the truth. I am comparing Sydney to both Lily and Gemma. If you read it or have read it you would really enjoy it! SD-6 doesn't exist and therefore Jack is not a double agent! Sydney is only 24 years old.
FEEDBACK: Sure, why not? Keeps the updates coming!
A/N: Vaughn has now become a bigger part!!! YAY!!! It's going to get fluffy! This is the last chapter ppl!
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Chapter Six: Savior
*
It doesn't mean much, it doesn't mean anything at all, the life I've left behind me is a cold room, I've crossed the last line from where I can't return where every step I took in faith betrayed me and led me from my home and sweet, sweet surrender is all that I have to give, you take me in, no questions asked, you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me, you are an angel, am I already that gone? I only hope that I won't disappoint you.
- 'Sweet Surrender' Sarah McLachlan
*
I loved Sark, I really did. He was my world for nearly 11 years. He never left me alone, even when things got rough. When I got pregnant, when we were recruited, everywhere, he was with me. Sark will always be with me. He was the one I shared my teenhood with. The one person who ever bothered to get to know me. Inside and out. And in a way, he has given me the ultimate gift. He has sacrificed himself, possibly unknowingly, and let me meet my soulmate. My savior. He let me go just so I could be truly and fully contented and best of all, happy.
What Vaughn gives and shows me every day is love. He loves me, and the best part is, I love him back. For maybe the first time, I actually love someone as much as they love me.
He gives me reason to live, reason to fight it all away. Without him, I would have been far gone by now. He promises me the moon. He promises to give me a new life. And somehow, even though we really just met, I feel like I've known him a lifetime. And I believe every promise he makes, as much as every breath he takes.
We are fighting together now.
Our pasts have been unraveled. Every detail unsewn. In a mass of tears and sobs, we get it all out. He's been through so much, as have I. Our pasts brought us together, united us, two people who might not have even noticed each other if our lives had not played out as they had.
Michael Vaughn is my messiah. There's no doubt about that.
I come out of my blissful reverie to hear Vaughn calling my name.
"Morning Syd." He smiles, and I smile back. A real smile. A real laugh.
"Morning." It has been nearly two months since that fateful night when I found Sark dead. Vaughn has been with me all the way.
There's no more smack. No more drugs. No more cigarettes. No more piercing, besides my ears. I let them all close up. All the old wounds disappear. The tattoos still hover on my pale skin, but I give them no praise, no attention. Vaughn has a tattoo too. On his left arm. One he got when he was on smack. Just like mine.
And one other thing, I've gone from dirty blond to solid brown. I'm not dirty anymore. There's something you feel when you're clean. It makes you more beautiful than any drug ever did. It makes you kind, it makes you immaculate. It makes you happy to be you. Happy to be alive. Happy to have survived.
I live with Vaughn now, in his apartment. I hang out with his friends, his family. I talk to my parents. My mother told me, shortly after I got involved with Vaughn, that she murdered his father when she worked for the KGB. It was an awful day, that day. Tears and screaming and then apologies.
And yet, there's something more I discovered about Vaughn after that day, I discovered that he could forgive like no one else ever could. It's like this gift he has. He can excuse the worst things, the most terrible, unbelieveable things, and love me. He still loves me. Through it all, he loves me most.
We're getting married this spring.
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The End
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Do y'all want a sequel? I have more ideas if you do!