Well, this little demon just popped into my head, and
wouldn't let me sleep until I'd written it.
It's the prologue to a new story I'm writing, called
"Memory".
It's completely different from "Penance" [Catharsis,
Evolution, Renewal, Renaissance] - i.e. will have
plot, and will have dialogue. Eventually. :D
And if you thought I was evil during Penance...well, you ain't seen *nothing* yet, baby.
TITLE - Memory
SUMMARY - Sydney Bristow disappeared three years ago.
RATING - PG for now, probably PG-13 in the end, but no higher.
TIMEPERIOD - Anytime after "Phase One"
SHIP - S/V. S/V. S/V. *repeats as a mantra over and over and over*
Whenever you doubt, read these words and know I am true of heart!
DISCLAIMER - I don't own them, I don't own them...please don't hurt
me...
DEDICATION - To my dad, whose birthday dinner I used to plot this out
more. Happy birthday Dad!
Memory
Prologue
THEN
Sydney Bristow disappeared three years ago on a routine mission to Paris to pick up classified intelligence from a CIA operative working inside the French Government.
Oh, sure, the files were collected from the operative.
[Jack Bristow held a gun to the head of the operative and shoved him up against a wall while Michael Vaughn shouted in French over and over again, just "WHERE IS SHE?" The operative didn't know, and said as much. He said that for hours, and eventually they believed him.]
Everything went smoothly.
Except for one small thing.
Sydney Bristow never made it back to the airport.
* * *
NOW
She takes her children off to play in the park near the apartment [flat, she reminds herself. The British call it a "flat"] this morning, hoping that getting out into the fresh air might ease her churning stomach.
Her stomach churns because she looks at the face of her husband, and sees that of two other men.
Her husband has blond hair and blue eyes. He's a doctor at one of London's biggest hospitals, a cardiac pediatrician as a matter of fact. They've been married nearly three years, and were engaged a year before that.
When he proposed to her, she was a grad student at UCLA, studying for her master's in literature.
She was standing on green grass in the middle of the campus, while he knelt in front of her and began to sing, his blue eyes bright in the sunshine, his brown hair-wait.
Her husband has blond hair.
Why then, in her memories of his proposal, does he have brown hair?
And why does a green-eyed man who she feels strangely comfortable with haunt her dreams?
Please read and review!
:)
Em