Chapter. 7
Disclaimer in ch.1
Like Willow said; "love makes us do the wacky"
~*~*~
It seemed that Alyssa Mclane, Alice Khasinau's real name was Sydney Bristow. She was a agent for the CIA.
He was debating if he should tell his boss that his wife was a spy. Double. Usually, he wouldn't hesitate but this was complicated. He liked her, or at least the person she was acting, and he's miss her.
She was probably pulling a Irina Derevko / Laura Bristow on him...
He was brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell. He first checks who it is, it's Alys... Sydney.
He opens for her, can't let her get suspicius.
But when he opens the door, there stands Syd in sweats and a T-shirt. In sneakers and tangled, red hair.
She had let it grow.
She was also holding her dog , if it even was her dog, and she looked scared, really scared.
"What's the matter, Alice?" He asks her, as he lets her into his flat.
~*~//And somehow you've got everybody fooled//~*~
"I think I just killed Alex, your boss and my husband. Obviously, he wasn't screwing around and I didn't know about us. He just snapped. You gotta help me. I gotta get out of here, back home where my parents are." She said, as she sat down on his couch, in apparent shock.
"It's alright. I'll help you, Sydney." He said, as he sat down next to her.
She looks at him, weird but unreadable on her face.
"Sydney? My name's Alyssa but my dead husband thought it was Alice." She told him, she looked distraught but she was a agent for SD-6 and the CIA. She had to be a good liar and hide her true feelings.
"It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll even help you escape. I'd think you need better cloathes, a new hair color and style. Are you sure you won't get rid of that damn dog?" He asked her, as she had stood up and was kinda wearing a hole in his living room floor.
~*~//It never was and never will be//~*~
Four days later: Sarks appartment in Amboias (not sure if that's written right), France.
It was kinda weird but nothing had happend since him & Syd fled Athens.
Why didn't he get a confirmation that Khasinau was dead befor he fled?
Because he had formed emotional attachment with this double agaent, Sydney bristow.
~*~//You're not real and you can't save me//~*~
TBC...
*I know it's short but there's not much left of the fic and I can't finish the whole thing in one chapter, now can I. That'd be soooo boring. Gotta strech it out a little. thanks, plz R&R!!!! ~ Crimson Snow, Iceland*
Disclaimer in ch.1
Like Willow said; "love makes us do the wacky"
~*~*~
It seemed that Alyssa Mclane, Alice Khasinau's real name was Sydney Bristow. She was a agent for the CIA.
He was debating if he should tell his boss that his wife was a spy. Double. Usually, he wouldn't hesitate but this was complicated. He liked her, or at least the person she was acting, and he's miss her.
She was probably pulling a Irina Derevko / Laura Bristow on him...
He was brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell. He first checks who it is, it's Alys... Sydney.
He opens for her, can't let her get suspicius.
But when he opens the door, there stands Syd in sweats and a T-shirt. In sneakers and tangled, red hair.
She had let it grow.
She was also holding her dog , if it even was her dog, and she looked scared, really scared.
"What's the matter, Alice?" He asks her, as he lets her into his flat.
~*~//And somehow you've got everybody fooled//~*~
"I think I just killed Alex, your boss and my husband. Obviously, he wasn't screwing around and I didn't know about us. He just snapped. You gotta help me. I gotta get out of here, back home where my parents are." She said, as she sat down on his couch, in apparent shock.
"It's alright. I'll help you, Sydney." He said, as he sat down next to her.
She looks at him, weird but unreadable on her face.
"Sydney? My name's Alyssa but my dead husband thought it was Alice." She told him, she looked distraught but she was a agent for SD-6 and the CIA. She had to be a good liar and hide her true feelings.
"It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone. I'll even help you escape. I'd think you need better cloathes, a new hair color and style. Are you sure you won't get rid of that damn dog?" He asked her, as she had stood up and was kinda wearing a hole in his living room floor.
~*~//It never was and never will be//~*~
Four days later: Sarks appartment in Amboias (not sure if that's written right), France.
It was kinda weird but nothing had happend since him & Syd fled Athens.
Why didn't he get a confirmation that Khasinau was dead befor he fled?
Because he had formed emotional attachment with this double agaent, Sydney bristow.
~*~//You're not real and you can't save me//~*~
TBC...
*I know it's short but there's not much left of the fic and I can't finish the whole thing in one chapter, now can I. That'd be soooo boring. Gotta strech it out a little. thanks, plz R&R!!!! ~ Crimson Snow, Iceland*