Trust
If I owned Alias then I wouldn't have left people hanging like that for the season finale. I'd make it all nice and happy. Because I'm lame and I want happy S/V. But kudos to JJ on keeping his current audience tuned in. Basically, don't own it.
Sorry for the wait, but my older sister was graduating and things were sort of hectic around here.
A/N: While I did get a number of very nice reviews, THANK YOU for those by the way, no one really told me if they had a preference to me continuing on with the whole stealing things or if I should skip ahead and go straight to the "meat" of the story. Well, I decided that I'm lazy and I really didn't enjoy writing those chapters, so I'm going to go for skipping ahead. If enough people ask me to I'll write the other chapters, but they're not really important so, whatever. Anywho read on and as always enjoy!!
Also, a little change, I was originally going to have Evil Francie be Anna, but now that it's not she's now Allison, because she is. Weeeeee.
Chapter 8
Day by day Spy Mommy and Spy Barbie, er, Sydney and Irina did as they were instructed. Stealing item after item until they were finally done. The last three had taken longer then expected, as they'd run into some problems with security and the like. But, oddly enough Irina always managed to get them out before they were truly in trouble. Knowing all sorts of secret passages and having all kinds of dirt on the people they were stealing from.
Sydney sat thinking about how odd it was that her mother knew so much about the thefts. It was almost as if she'd planned them herself. . . No. That was impossible. Not only had her mother been in CIA custody, she also wouldn't have kidnapped Vaughn and Jack. Plus she didn't need Sydney's help to steal these things. She was fully capable of doing it herself. They'd gotten a lot closer these past few weeks and Sydney wasn't really ready to give that up. Even if it meant that her mother was betraying her.
"Sydney?" Irina's voice broke her thoughts.
"Yeah?" Sydney hopped off the plush couch she had been occupying in the library as Irina entered the room, "What is it?"
"We have a package. And I think we can guess who it's from." Irina motioned Sydney to the table that sat in the center of the room and the two sat down.
"It has to be Sloane, Sark doesn't care about Rambaldi." Sydney said as she waited for Irina to open the package.
She had begun to tear off the top, when she stopped and looked at Sydney, "There's something I need to tell you."
Oh no. This is what she'd been dreading. Her mother was the one who'd sent the all over Western Europe to find some pieces of the stupid Rambaldi puzzle. Vaughn was sitting in the Ops center wondering where she was and Jack was searching all over the world for some sort of lead on the two of them, "Yes?" Sydney prodded her uneasily.
"I know who planned these thefts because it was me." Irina said simply.
Taking a deep breath Sydney closed her eyes and felt the need to start sobbing. God, how could she not have known? This woman wasn't her mother, that's not what she wanted at all. What she was was a cold-blooded killer and a master manipulator. And she'd fallen for it. Christ she'd even comforted her for losing Jack. It was her father and her own mother had staged his kidnapping and Vaughn. Oh she hoped with all her heart that her mother hadn't done something to him. One of the men in her life was bad enough, but both?
~*~
His world was black, his whole body ached and he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious. Dizzy, he tried to open his eyes. Squinting at first he got a blurry look around the room, which was empty except for him. There wasn't even a door. He lifted his arm, it felt heavier then normal, it ached. He gave up the task of trying to rub his eyes. He leaned his head back and hit something cold. Dragging his hand across the floor he felt solid metal, must be the door, he thought. He heard footsteps from outside and wasn't ready for the pain that shot through him as the door opened. His body flung across the room and he collapsed again into the unconscious before he could see anyone or anything.
~*~
Will Tippin wasn't a stupid man. He'd made rash decisions in his life and he'd let his hear lead him in places it shouldn't, but he wasn't stupid. Something was off with Francie and he knew it. They'd started dating and something had seemed off. She wasn't herself when she was around him and she always seemed to be hiding something. He just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Will, are you alright?"
He turned as he heard her enter the room. She made him jumpy now and he knew that if something really were up with her then she'd notice. He mentally calmed himself and smiled at her, "Fine, I was just thinking about Sydney." A real girlfriend who knew about Will's feelings for Sydney, or what they used to be, would've been jealous. Or somewhat guarded around the subject. But Francie just let is slide.
"Yeah, I hope she's ok." She smiled at Will and for the first time in months it seemed, he noticed that the smile looked faked.
"Fran, is something wrong with you?" He regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth. If something were up with Francie she wouldn't tell him.
"No, why?" Unbeknownst to Will, behind her back "Francie" was preparing a needle.
"No, you just seemed a little different today. Distant. You must be as worried about Sydney as I am." He smiled uncertainly.
"Yeah, I am. Will?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you please hand me that book?" She pointed at the coffee table to the cook book that lay on the edge opposite of Will.
Leaning across the table, Will picked up the book. Before he could even turn around the needle was in his neck, and his body slumped on the table.
"Shouldn't ask so many questions Will." She said smiling.
~*~
I know it's short and really not worth the wait, but I thought a nice little cliffy was in order. I'll try and post the next chapter soon since I have no school.
I also have just read a really upsetting spoiler to next season; if you're unspoiled, don't bother going here. But if you'd like to mourn with me, then read on. . . (Unspoiled stop reading now, there's nothing for you here and I don't want people flaming me. STOP)
Sydney awakened from a deep sleep to discover that she had been presumed dead for the last two years. Where the heck was she? But more importantly, did Vaughn really go off and get hitched to someone else - as his shiny new wedding band seemed to suggest? "Yes, he did," confirms exec producer J.J. Abrams, who adds that Syd's mission to retrace those missing years will "definitely be a component" of Season Three.
Yes, read it and be depressed with me. Damn you J.J. ::shakes fist:: I got this from spoilersluts, and for some reason I couldn't put the site here. But that's where it's from. Depressing. Stupid Vaughn.
If I owned Alias then I wouldn't have left people hanging like that for the season finale. I'd make it all nice and happy. Because I'm lame and I want happy S/V. But kudos to JJ on keeping his current audience tuned in. Basically, don't own it.
Sorry for the wait, but my older sister was graduating and things were sort of hectic around here.
A/N: While I did get a number of very nice reviews, THANK YOU for those by the way, no one really told me if they had a preference to me continuing on with the whole stealing things or if I should skip ahead and go straight to the "meat" of the story. Well, I decided that I'm lazy and I really didn't enjoy writing those chapters, so I'm going to go for skipping ahead. If enough people ask me to I'll write the other chapters, but they're not really important so, whatever. Anywho read on and as always enjoy!!
Also, a little change, I was originally going to have Evil Francie be Anna, but now that it's not she's now Allison, because she is. Weeeeee.
Chapter 8
Day by day Spy Mommy and Spy Barbie, er, Sydney and Irina did as they were instructed. Stealing item after item until they were finally done. The last three had taken longer then expected, as they'd run into some problems with security and the like. But, oddly enough Irina always managed to get them out before they were truly in trouble. Knowing all sorts of secret passages and having all kinds of dirt on the people they were stealing from.
Sydney sat thinking about how odd it was that her mother knew so much about the thefts. It was almost as if she'd planned them herself. . . No. That was impossible. Not only had her mother been in CIA custody, she also wouldn't have kidnapped Vaughn and Jack. Plus she didn't need Sydney's help to steal these things. She was fully capable of doing it herself. They'd gotten a lot closer these past few weeks and Sydney wasn't really ready to give that up. Even if it meant that her mother was betraying her.
"Sydney?" Irina's voice broke her thoughts.
"Yeah?" Sydney hopped off the plush couch she had been occupying in the library as Irina entered the room, "What is it?"
"We have a package. And I think we can guess who it's from." Irina motioned Sydney to the table that sat in the center of the room and the two sat down.
"It has to be Sloane, Sark doesn't care about Rambaldi." Sydney said as she waited for Irina to open the package.
She had begun to tear off the top, when she stopped and looked at Sydney, "There's something I need to tell you."
Oh no. This is what she'd been dreading. Her mother was the one who'd sent the all over Western Europe to find some pieces of the stupid Rambaldi puzzle. Vaughn was sitting in the Ops center wondering where she was and Jack was searching all over the world for some sort of lead on the two of them, "Yes?" Sydney prodded her uneasily.
"I know who planned these thefts because it was me." Irina said simply.
Taking a deep breath Sydney closed her eyes and felt the need to start sobbing. God, how could she not have known? This woman wasn't her mother, that's not what she wanted at all. What she was was a cold-blooded killer and a master manipulator. And she'd fallen for it. Christ she'd even comforted her for losing Jack. It was her father and her own mother had staged his kidnapping and Vaughn. Oh she hoped with all her heart that her mother hadn't done something to him. One of the men in her life was bad enough, but both?
~*~
His world was black, his whole body ached and he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious. Dizzy, he tried to open his eyes. Squinting at first he got a blurry look around the room, which was empty except for him. There wasn't even a door. He lifted his arm, it felt heavier then normal, it ached. He gave up the task of trying to rub his eyes. He leaned his head back and hit something cold. Dragging his hand across the floor he felt solid metal, must be the door, he thought. He heard footsteps from outside and wasn't ready for the pain that shot through him as the door opened. His body flung across the room and he collapsed again into the unconscious before he could see anyone or anything.
~*~
Will Tippin wasn't a stupid man. He'd made rash decisions in his life and he'd let his hear lead him in places it shouldn't, but he wasn't stupid. Something was off with Francie and he knew it. They'd started dating and something had seemed off. She wasn't herself when she was around him and she always seemed to be hiding something. He just couldn't figure out what it was.
"Will, are you alright?"
He turned as he heard her enter the room. She made him jumpy now and he knew that if something really were up with her then she'd notice. He mentally calmed himself and smiled at her, "Fine, I was just thinking about Sydney." A real girlfriend who knew about Will's feelings for Sydney, or what they used to be, would've been jealous. Or somewhat guarded around the subject. But Francie just let is slide.
"Yeah, I hope she's ok." She smiled at Will and for the first time in months it seemed, he noticed that the smile looked faked.
"Fran, is something wrong with you?" He regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth. If something were up with Francie she wouldn't tell him.
"No, why?" Unbeknownst to Will, behind her back "Francie" was preparing a needle.
"No, you just seemed a little different today. Distant. You must be as worried about Sydney as I am." He smiled uncertainly.
"Yeah, I am. Will?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you please hand me that book?" She pointed at the coffee table to the cook book that lay on the edge opposite of Will.
Leaning across the table, Will picked up the book. Before he could even turn around the needle was in his neck, and his body slumped on the table.
"Shouldn't ask so many questions Will." She said smiling.
~*~
I know it's short and really not worth the wait, but I thought a nice little cliffy was in order. I'll try and post the next chapter soon since I have no school.
I also have just read a really upsetting spoiler to next season; if you're unspoiled, don't bother going here. But if you'd like to mourn with me, then read on. . . (Unspoiled stop reading now, there's nothing for you here and I don't want people flaming me. STOP)
Sydney awakened from a deep sleep to discover that she had been presumed dead for the last two years. Where the heck was she? But more importantly, did Vaughn really go off and get hitched to someone else - as his shiny new wedding band seemed to suggest? "Yes, he did," confirms exec producer J.J. Abrams, who adds that Syd's mission to retrace those missing years will "definitely be a component" of Season Three.
Yes, read it and be depressed with me. Damn you J.J. ::shakes fist:: I got this from spoilersluts, and for some reason I couldn't put the site here. But that's where it's from. Depressing. Stupid Vaughn.
