Title: The Paths We Take
Rating: PG-PG13
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Alias. They're down the hall right now having tea with the cast of Charmed. In other words, they are NOT mine.
Summary:
Sydney is still in the dark about her past two years. Answers to her questions seem like they'll never come. But the answers lie within one person.the last person anyone ever expected them to come from.
A/N: I am currently looking for a beta, since my old one died in June. If anyone is interested, please IM or e-mail me.
Thanks! Jessica
**** Means flashback.
Chapter 1
If someone were to ask Michael Vaughn what the day was that changed his life forever, he wouldn't answer you with a complete sentence. He wouldn't even describe the day. He would look you straight in the eye and say:
"October 1, 2001."
It was true. The day Sydney Bristow walked into his life was a day that changed everything. Sure, Vaughn's life wasn't even close to normal, being a CIA agent and all, but meeting Sydney sent him on a wild roller coaster ride.
Not that he minded. This was one roller coaster ride he didn't want to get off.
But one day, that roller coaster sent him to a jerking stop.
They were supposed to go to Santa Barbara. Vaughn had planned it all. They would probably be spending most of the time in their room, but Vaughn had planned the walks on the beach, seeing the sites, and all of the things like that. Vaughn had dropped Sydney off at her apartment, and sprung the news on her then. She was thrilled, and Vaughn told her that he'd be back to pick her up after the debrief.
That was the last time he ever saw Sydney Bristow.
Vaughn remembered that night like it was yesterday.
****
Vaughn sat in his car, driving the path he knew so well. The radio was on, and the windows rolled down just a little. He was so carefree right now.
"Nothing is going to bother me tonight or this weekend," Vaughn thought. "I'm going away with Sydney. Nothing is going to bother me. Not Sloane, not Rambaldi, not even Irina Derevko.
But when Vaughn turned onto Sydney's street, his heart stopped. There was a huge crowd about halfway down the street. There were several fire trucks and police cars.
Vaughn stopped his car. He jumped out of it and ran faster than he ever had down the road. When he reached the chaos, he saw that it was right in front of Sydney's apartment.
"Sydney?" he yelled over the noise. "Sydney!"
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to stay back," one of the firemen said.
"You don't understand!" Vaughn yelled. "My girlfriend lives here!"
"She's probably here somewhere," the fireman assured. "We haven't contained this fire yet. It will probably spread soon."
Vaughn nodded, unable to speak. But a panicked voice interrupted them.
"I found one!" one of the firemen yelled. He was emerging from the inferno, carrying a body over his shoulders.
"The ambulance is on its way!" another yelled.
Vaughn squinted to see the body and almost passed out. "That's Will!"
The fireman that was carrying Will moved towards Vaughn. "You know this man?"
"He's one of my girlfriends best friends," Vaughn said, noticing the stab wound in Will's stomach. "His name is William Tippen."
"Thank you sir," the fireman said.
Vaughn turned around and began frantically looking for Sydney. When he didn't find her, he pulled out his cell phone.
"Kendall," a cold voice said.
"This is Agent Vaughn," Vaughn said. "Something seriously is wrong down at Agent Bristow's apartment."
"What's going on?" Kendall asked sternly.
"There's a huge fire in her building and she is nowhere to be found," Vaughn said. "They just pulled an unconscious Analyst Tippen out of the building."
"Stay there and search the premises," Kendall ordered. "A team will be there shortly."
Kendall was true to his word. Eight minutes later, a team arrived.
"Mike!" Weiss yelled.
Mike turned to see Weiss running towards him. Dixon, Jack, and Marshall were a couple feet behind her.
"She's not here," Vaughn said.
"What do you mean?" Weiss asked. "She has got to be here."
"What do you mean you don't know if anyone else is inside?"
Weiss and Michael turned to see Jack Bristow yelling at a police officer.
"You listen to me buddy," Jack threatened. "My daughter lives here and will you please tell me why she is not outside?"
"Sir, please calm down," the police officer said.
"I will not calm down!" Jack yelled.
Dixon came up behind Jack, apologized to the officer, and pulled Jack away.
Half an hour later, the fire was out, and the group walked into the burned out apartment.
Vaughn sat up against the charred wall, taking in the scene around him. The examiners had just found DNA and parts of two bodies in the ashes. Tears silently poured from his eyes.
"Sydney," he sobbed. "Where are you?"
A week later, the body was identified. To everyone's surprise, one of the bodies did not belong to Francie Calfo. It belonged to Allison Georgia Doren. She was the second double.
And the second body belonged to Sydney.
Her funeral was the worst day of his life. There were so many people there: Jack, Dixon, Marshall, Weiss, Kendall, and tons of other CIA personal and friends. Will was in a coma, and no one thought he would make it.
Standing silently between Dixon and Weiss, the only thing Vaughn could do was cry. And only one thought went through his head:
"Today, my angel died and went to heaven."
After the funeral, Vaughn was given the task of spreading Sydney's ashes at sea. So three days later, Vaughn went down to Santa Barbara. He walked along the beach until he found a spot where he could be alone. He rented a boat and went out about fifty feet out until the ocean. He opened the jar and fingered the ashes that were once his beloved Sydney. With each gentle toss, he felt like someone was driving a knife deeper into his heart.
Now it was official. Michael Vaughn's life as he knew it, was over.
Rating: PG-PG13
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Alias. They're down the hall right now having tea with the cast of Charmed. In other words, they are NOT mine.
Summary:
Sydney is still in the dark about her past two years. Answers to her questions seem like they'll never come. But the answers lie within one person.the last person anyone ever expected them to come from.
A/N: I am currently looking for a beta, since my old one died in June. If anyone is interested, please IM or e-mail me.
Thanks! Jessica
**** Means flashback.
Chapter 1
If someone were to ask Michael Vaughn what the day was that changed his life forever, he wouldn't answer you with a complete sentence. He wouldn't even describe the day. He would look you straight in the eye and say:
"October 1, 2001."
It was true. The day Sydney Bristow walked into his life was a day that changed everything. Sure, Vaughn's life wasn't even close to normal, being a CIA agent and all, but meeting Sydney sent him on a wild roller coaster ride.
Not that he minded. This was one roller coaster ride he didn't want to get off.
But one day, that roller coaster sent him to a jerking stop.
They were supposed to go to Santa Barbara. Vaughn had planned it all. They would probably be spending most of the time in their room, but Vaughn had planned the walks on the beach, seeing the sites, and all of the things like that. Vaughn had dropped Sydney off at her apartment, and sprung the news on her then. She was thrilled, and Vaughn told her that he'd be back to pick her up after the debrief.
That was the last time he ever saw Sydney Bristow.
Vaughn remembered that night like it was yesterday.
****
Vaughn sat in his car, driving the path he knew so well. The radio was on, and the windows rolled down just a little. He was so carefree right now.
"Nothing is going to bother me tonight or this weekend," Vaughn thought. "I'm going away with Sydney. Nothing is going to bother me. Not Sloane, not Rambaldi, not even Irina Derevko.
But when Vaughn turned onto Sydney's street, his heart stopped. There was a huge crowd about halfway down the street. There were several fire trucks and police cars.
Vaughn stopped his car. He jumped out of it and ran faster than he ever had down the road. When he reached the chaos, he saw that it was right in front of Sydney's apartment.
"Sydney?" he yelled over the noise. "Sydney!"
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to stay back," one of the firemen said.
"You don't understand!" Vaughn yelled. "My girlfriend lives here!"
"She's probably here somewhere," the fireman assured. "We haven't contained this fire yet. It will probably spread soon."
Vaughn nodded, unable to speak. But a panicked voice interrupted them.
"I found one!" one of the firemen yelled. He was emerging from the inferno, carrying a body over his shoulders.
"The ambulance is on its way!" another yelled.
Vaughn squinted to see the body and almost passed out. "That's Will!"
The fireman that was carrying Will moved towards Vaughn. "You know this man?"
"He's one of my girlfriends best friends," Vaughn said, noticing the stab wound in Will's stomach. "His name is William Tippen."
"Thank you sir," the fireman said.
Vaughn turned around and began frantically looking for Sydney. When he didn't find her, he pulled out his cell phone.
"Kendall," a cold voice said.
"This is Agent Vaughn," Vaughn said. "Something seriously is wrong down at Agent Bristow's apartment."
"What's going on?" Kendall asked sternly.
"There's a huge fire in her building and she is nowhere to be found," Vaughn said. "They just pulled an unconscious Analyst Tippen out of the building."
"Stay there and search the premises," Kendall ordered. "A team will be there shortly."
Kendall was true to his word. Eight minutes later, a team arrived.
"Mike!" Weiss yelled.
Mike turned to see Weiss running towards him. Dixon, Jack, and Marshall were a couple feet behind her.
"She's not here," Vaughn said.
"What do you mean?" Weiss asked. "She has got to be here."
"What do you mean you don't know if anyone else is inside?"
Weiss and Michael turned to see Jack Bristow yelling at a police officer.
"You listen to me buddy," Jack threatened. "My daughter lives here and will you please tell me why she is not outside?"
"Sir, please calm down," the police officer said.
"I will not calm down!" Jack yelled.
Dixon came up behind Jack, apologized to the officer, and pulled Jack away.
Half an hour later, the fire was out, and the group walked into the burned out apartment.
Vaughn sat up against the charred wall, taking in the scene around him. The examiners had just found DNA and parts of two bodies in the ashes. Tears silently poured from his eyes.
"Sydney," he sobbed. "Where are you?"
A week later, the body was identified. To everyone's surprise, one of the bodies did not belong to Francie Calfo. It belonged to Allison Georgia Doren. She was the second double.
And the second body belonged to Sydney.
Her funeral was the worst day of his life. There were so many people there: Jack, Dixon, Marshall, Weiss, Kendall, and tons of other CIA personal and friends. Will was in a coma, and no one thought he would make it.
Standing silently between Dixon and Weiss, the only thing Vaughn could do was cry. And only one thought went through his head:
"Today, my angel died and went to heaven."
After the funeral, Vaughn was given the task of spreading Sydney's ashes at sea. So three days later, Vaughn went down to Santa Barbara. He walked along the beach until he found a spot where he could be alone. He rented a boat and went out about fifty feet out until the ocean. He opened the jar and fingered the ashes that were once his beloved Sydney. With each gentle toss, he felt like someone was driving a knife deeper into his heart.
Now it was official. Michael Vaughn's life as he knew it, was over.