Disclaimer: Alias does not belong to me. WWWAAAHHH!!!!
A/N: I have written fanfiction before, but it has only been Charmed. This is my first attempt at Alias, so please, be nice!
A/N2: Also, this is my first attempt writing fanfic since my beta died in June. So please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes that my spell check doesn't catch. And I'm looking for a new beta, so anyone interested; please e-mail me at JLH0621@aol.com.
A/N3: All right, also please excuse anything that is wrong when I mention the first season. I didn't start watching Alias until the second season, and now I'm a fanatic. (Please don't hurt me for my lack of season one watching.)
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: What if Sydney hadn't told Danny that she worked for SD-6? How would that have changed the course Sydney was meant to take? An AU fic.
"Oh my gosh Sydney!" Francie Calfo squealed.
"Can you believe it?" Sydney gushed. "Danny finally proposed. I'm getting married!"
"I am so happy for you sweetie," Francie said, hugging her best friend.
"Thanks," Sydney said, hugging her friend back.
"Your mom would have been so thrilled," Francie said when the two broke apart. "Your dad on the other hand."
"My dad couldn't care less what happens to me," Sydney said. "I think the only reason he would be remotely happy for me is because this is the perfect excuse to get out of my life all together."
Francie rolled her eyes as Sydney's pager went off.
"Is that the bank again?" Francie asked, eyeing the pager.
Sydney looked at it. "Yeah. I got to go."
"You just got engaged!" Francie protested. "Can't it wait?"
"Sorry," Sydney said. "International finances wait for no one."
"Hurry back," Francie called as Sydney picked up her purse and hurried out the door.
*********************
Sydney climbed out of her car and entered the bustling lobby of Credit Dauphine. She made her way through the crowds, smiled at a few people, and stepped into the elevator. She pressed the down button, and began descending.
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Sydney stepped out into another hustle and bustle, but this time the matters much more serious.
"Hey Syd," Marcus Dixon said, catching up with her.
"Hey," Syd said, greeting her partner. "Any idea what Sloane wants?"
"Not a clue," Dixon responded.
The two entered the briefing room to find Arvin Sloane and Marshall Flinkman already there.
"Sydney, Dixon," Sloane said, greeting the two. "Please, have a seat."
Sydney and Dixon did as they were told, and Sloane spoke again.
"You seem very happy Sydney," Sloane said. "Is there anything going on?"
Sydney smiled and blushed. "Yes. I'm getting married."
"Congratulations!" Dixon said, leaning over to hug Sydney.
"Thanks," she replied.
"Wow," Marshall said. "This is uh, big. Weddings are so great. My cousin Tammy got married and it was, uh amazing. anyway, congratulations Syd."
"Yes, Sydney, congratulations," Sloane said, a smile appearing on his face.
"Thank you," Sydney said. "I want you all at my wedding, if it's not too much trouble."
"I don't think it will be," Dixon said. "I'd love to come."
"All right, Sydney, Dixon," Sloane said. "I have an assignment for you. Another mission, if you will."
"Sure," Sydney said. "What do we have to do?"
"It's a little different from the missions you two have done before, but I believe that you can handle this," Sloane said. "You will be undercover in New York City the whole time."
**************
"Agent Vaughn!"
Michael Vaughn was snapped back to reality by the calling of Deputy Director Devlin. He had been absorbed in his own thoughts, and not paying much attention to the things around him.
"My office, now," Devlin said, turning on his heel.
Vaughn mentally groaned as he followed the deputy director. What had he done now? He couldn't remember doing anything against protocol.
In Devlin's office, two fellow agents, Eric Weiss and Katie Daniels, already sat in there. Eric was playing his yo-yo, and Katie was twirling a strand of her auburn hair around her finger. But when Devlin walked in with Vaughn, Weiss jammed his yo-yo into his pocket, and Katie removed her finger from her hair.
"Agents, please, have a seat," Devlin said, sitting down behind his desk.
The three sat down in chairs, feeling like high schoolers that had just been called into the principal's office.
"I called you three here today because I have an assignment for you," Devlin said.
"Where are we going now?" Katie asked.
Devlin looked at the three and answered only with two words. "New York."
A/N: I have written fanfiction before, but it has only been Charmed. This is my first attempt at Alias, so please, be nice!
A/N2: Also, this is my first attempt writing fanfic since my beta died in June. So please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes that my spell check doesn't catch. And I'm looking for a new beta, so anyone interested; please e-mail me at JLH0621@aol.com.
A/N3: All right, also please excuse anything that is wrong when I mention the first season. I didn't start watching Alias until the second season, and now I'm a fanatic. (Please don't hurt me for my lack of season one watching.)
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: What if Sydney hadn't told Danny that she worked for SD-6? How would that have changed the course Sydney was meant to take? An AU fic.
"Oh my gosh Sydney!" Francie Calfo squealed.
"Can you believe it?" Sydney gushed. "Danny finally proposed. I'm getting married!"
"I am so happy for you sweetie," Francie said, hugging her best friend.
"Thanks," Sydney said, hugging her friend back.
"Your mom would have been so thrilled," Francie said when the two broke apart. "Your dad on the other hand."
"My dad couldn't care less what happens to me," Sydney said. "I think the only reason he would be remotely happy for me is because this is the perfect excuse to get out of my life all together."
Francie rolled her eyes as Sydney's pager went off.
"Is that the bank again?" Francie asked, eyeing the pager.
Sydney looked at it. "Yeah. I got to go."
"You just got engaged!" Francie protested. "Can't it wait?"
"Sorry," Sydney said. "International finances wait for no one."
"Hurry back," Francie called as Sydney picked up her purse and hurried out the door.
*********************
Sydney climbed out of her car and entered the bustling lobby of Credit Dauphine. She made her way through the crowds, smiled at a few people, and stepped into the elevator. She pressed the down button, and began descending.
When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Sydney stepped out into another hustle and bustle, but this time the matters much more serious.
"Hey Syd," Marcus Dixon said, catching up with her.
"Hey," Syd said, greeting her partner. "Any idea what Sloane wants?"
"Not a clue," Dixon responded.
The two entered the briefing room to find Arvin Sloane and Marshall Flinkman already there.
"Sydney, Dixon," Sloane said, greeting the two. "Please, have a seat."
Sydney and Dixon did as they were told, and Sloane spoke again.
"You seem very happy Sydney," Sloane said. "Is there anything going on?"
Sydney smiled and blushed. "Yes. I'm getting married."
"Congratulations!" Dixon said, leaning over to hug Sydney.
"Thanks," she replied.
"Wow," Marshall said. "This is uh, big. Weddings are so great. My cousin Tammy got married and it was, uh amazing. anyway, congratulations Syd."
"Yes, Sydney, congratulations," Sloane said, a smile appearing on his face.
"Thank you," Sydney said. "I want you all at my wedding, if it's not too much trouble."
"I don't think it will be," Dixon said. "I'd love to come."
"All right, Sydney, Dixon," Sloane said. "I have an assignment for you. Another mission, if you will."
"Sure," Sydney said. "What do we have to do?"
"It's a little different from the missions you two have done before, but I believe that you can handle this," Sloane said. "You will be undercover in New York City the whole time."
**************
"Agent Vaughn!"
Michael Vaughn was snapped back to reality by the calling of Deputy Director Devlin. He had been absorbed in his own thoughts, and not paying much attention to the things around him.
"My office, now," Devlin said, turning on his heel.
Vaughn mentally groaned as he followed the deputy director. What had he done now? He couldn't remember doing anything against protocol.
In Devlin's office, two fellow agents, Eric Weiss and Katie Daniels, already sat in there. Eric was playing his yo-yo, and Katie was twirling a strand of her auburn hair around her finger. But when Devlin walked in with Vaughn, Weiss jammed his yo-yo into his pocket, and Katie removed her finger from her hair.
"Agents, please, have a seat," Devlin said, sitting down behind his desk.
The three sat down in chairs, feeling like high schoolers that had just been called into the principal's office.
"I called you three here today because I have an assignment for you," Devlin said.
"Where are we going now?" Katie asked.
Devlin looked at the three and answered only with two words. "New York."