Title: Finding My Wings
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias.however; they would make a nice birthday present.
Rating: PG-PG13
Beta: Currently looking for one. If you're interested, please e-mail me at JLH0621@aol.com or IM me on AIM at JLH0621.
Summary: All Sarah Collins ever wanted was to know her birth parents. But when she does, she is thrown into a world she never imagined.
**** Means flashback
****
"Mommy! Mommy, the monster is back!" five-year-old Sarah Collins wailed in her bedroom.
Chelsea Collins smiled softly as she entered her daughter's bedroom. She flipped on the light, filling the dark room with bright light.
"Shhh, sweetie, it's alright," Chelsea said, sitting down on Sarah's bed, putting an arm around her and pulling her close.
"It's scary," Sarah sobbed.
"But it's not real," Chelsea said. "Now just count to ten, and it will be over."
****
"Sarah! Sarah, wait up!"
Sarah Collins slammed her locker door shut and turned around. Her best friend, Lydia Bennett, was running up to her.
"Hey," seventeen-year-old Sarah responded.
"Hey," Lydia replied, breathless.
"What's up?" Sarah asked as the two continued to walk down the hall of East New York High.
"Jeff Parker wants to ask you out," Lydia squealed.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I am sick of having an on again-off again romance with him."
"Make up your mind already and then stick to it then," Lydia suggested. "Hey do you want to go get ice cream?"
"I can't," Sarah said. "I have to go meet Sam at the hockey rink."
"Come one," Lydia pleaded. "Just for fifteen minutes, and then you can go play the sport that's going to get all your teeth knocked out."
"Fine," Sarah said. "Let's go."
The two best friends set off down the streets of New York. Five minutes later, they arrived at their all time favorite ice cream parlor, Connie's Creamery.
"I'll have a double scoop of chocolate chunk in a sugar cone," Lydia ordered. She turned to Sarah. "What do you want?"
"A double scoop of coffee ice cream in a cup," Sarah said, without bothering to think.
"You're insane you know that?" Lydia said as the two sat down at a table.
"And why is that?" Sarah asked, taking a bite of her coffee ice cream.
"You're eating coffee ice cream," Lydia said. "If that isn't a sign of insanity, I don't know what is. Where do you get that from anyway?"
"I have no idea," Sarah replied. "Probably one of my parents, but you know that's a lost cause."
"So you're adopted," Lydia said. "Don't you ever get curious about knowing your real parents? I know Sam and Chelsea are great, but don't you ever want to know?"
"Lydia, I was left on a doorstep," Sarah replied. "My parents obviously had no interest in having a child. If they didn't want to know me, I don't want to know them."
"I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to know you," Lydia said. "Let's look at your track record here. Literally."
"Lyd," Sarah said. "Don't."
"You're captain of the school track team," Lydia began. "You've been voted homecoming queen three years in a row, you're senior class president, you're on the newspaper staff, in the National Honor Society, and received top scores on your SATs. And if our school allowed girls on the hockey team, you'd be captain of that too. Plus, you have that on again-off again romance going with the most popular guy in school."
Sarah sighed. "Now I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be," Lydia said. "If I was you, I'd be bragging twenty-four seven."
Sarah's pager beeped and she looked at it. "I got to go. Sam is paging me."
"For your adoptive dad, I'd say he does a pretty good job," Lydia said. "See you tomorrow."
"See you," Sarah said. She picked up her ice cream, and headed out of the shop.
Sarah ran down the streets of New York City, and pondered about her life.
Sarah had always believed that Sam and Chelsea were her real parents. But on her thirteenth birthday, her parents told her the truth. She had been left on their doorstep when Sam and Chelsea still lived in Los Angeles.
She only had two things that gave her some recognition of her parents. well, her mother at least. She had an unsigned letter that had been in her carrier. It didn't say much. Just that her name was Sarah Faith and was born on October 1.
Sarah also had been found with a beautiful gold necklace. She never took it off. It had a cold chain, with an outline of a gold heart hanging from it. Inside was an "S" made out of diamonds. Sarah could only guess that it belonged to her mother.
Sarah also could make a rough guess about what her parents looked like from her own looks. She had long, shoulder length, shiny brown hair, and deep green eyes. She was tall, and extremely athletic.
"There you are!" Sam Collins greeted her on the ice.
"Hi," Sarah greeted. "Sorry I'm late. Lydia wanted to get ice cream."
"Did you get that ridiculous coffee ice cream again?" Sam teased.
"Why does everyone think that is weird?" Sarah asked as she laced up her skates.
"It's just different," Sam said.
Sarah stood up and grabbed her hockey stick. She skated on to the ice and stole the puck from Sam. Then she skated down the ice, and made a shot.
Three thousand miles away, Michael Vaughn sat at his desk in the Joint Task Forces of the CIA. He was deeply absorbed in his thoughts. He looked around Ops Center, and took in all the people there.
At the desk a few feet a way from Vaughn, Eric Weiss spoke on his phone to his wife, ex- NSA analyst, Madison Weiss. Weiss had been married for a little over eighteen years now, and had five kids.
Across the room, Will Tippen sat at his desk. He had come out of the Witness Protection Program twelve years earlier. He had married Callie, a buyer for Macy's ten years ago. They had two children.
Marshall and Carrie Flinkman sat at their desk, working on some new invention. They had married nineteen years earlier, and had six children.
Lauren Reed, Vaughn's ex-wife, sat across the room, near Will. She and Vaughn had realized neither one of them was in their marriage for the right reasons, and had divorced years ago. She had married Richard O'Connor, and they now had three kids.
"Agent Vaughn," a voice above him said.
Vaughn was snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see Sydney Bristow standing above him.
"Here's the report you asked for," she said, handing him a file.
Vaughn felt a pang in his heart. "Uh, thank you Agent Bristow."
Sydney turned on her heel and began walking a way. Vaughn watched her for a moment, and then followed her.
"Syd, don't do this," Vaughn said, once he stopped her.
"Don't do what Vaughn?" Sydney asked, her eyes flashing with anger.
"It's been seventeen years, and you still haven't told me anything," he answered.
"You don't want to here it," Sydney answered. "You didn't want to hear it seventeen years ago, and you certainly don't want to hear it now."
Disclaimer: I don't own Alias.however; they would make a nice birthday present.
Rating: PG-PG13
Beta: Currently looking for one. If you're interested, please e-mail me at JLH0621@aol.com or IM me on AIM at JLH0621.
Summary: All Sarah Collins ever wanted was to know her birth parents. But when she does, she is thrown into a world she never imagined.
**** Means flashback
****
"Mommy! Mommy, the monster is back!" five-year-old Sarah Collins wailed in her bedroom.
Chelsea Collins smiled softly as she entered her daughter's bedroom. She flipped on the light, filling the dark room with bright light.
"Shhh, sweetie, it's alright," Chelsea said, sitting down on Sarah's bed, putting an arm around her and pulling her close.
"It's scary," Sarah sobbed.
"But it's not real," Chelsea said. "Now just count to ten, and it will be over."
****
"Sarah! Sarah, wait up!"
Sarah Collins slammed her locker door shut and turned around. Her best friend, Lydia Bennett, was running up to her.
"Hey," seventeen-year-old Sarah responded.
"Hey," Lydia replied, breathless.
"What's up?" Sarah asked as the two continued to walk down the hall of East New York High.
"Jeff Parker wants to ask you out," Lydia squealed.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I am sick of having an on again-off again romance with him."
"Make up your mind already and then stick to it then," Lydia suggested. "Hey do you want to go get ice cream?"
"I can't," Sarah said. "I have to go meet Sam at the hockey rink."
"Come one," Lydia pleaded. "Just for fifteen minutes, and then you can go play the sport that's going to get all your teeth knocked out."
"Fine," Sarah said. "Let's go."
The two best friends set off down the streets of New York. Five minutes later, they arrived at their all time favorite ice cream parlor, Connie's Creamery.
"I'll have a double scoop of chocolate chunk in a sugar cone," Lydia ordered. She turned to Sarah. "What do you want?"
"A double scoop of coffee ice cream in a cup," Sarah said, without bothering to think.
"You're insane you know that?" Lydia said as the two sat down at a table.
"And why is that?" Sarah asked, taking a bite of her coffee ice cream.
"You're eating coffee ice cream," Lydia said. "If that isn't a sign of insanity, I don't know what is. Where do you get that from anyway?"
"I have no idea," Sarah replied. "Probably one of my parents, but you know that's a lost cause."
"So you're adopted," Lydia said. "Don't you ever get curious about knowing your real parents? I know Sam and Chelsea are great, but don't you ever want to know?"
"Lydia, I was left on a doorstep," Sarah replied. "My parents obviously had no interest in having a child. If they didn't want to know me, I don't want to know them."
"I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to know you," Lydia said. "Let's look at your track record here. Literally."
"Lyd," Sarah said. "Don't."
"You're captain of the school track team," Lydia began. "You've been voted homecoming queen three years in a row, you're senior class president, you're on the newspaper staff, in the National Honor Society, and received top scores on your SATs. And if our school allowed girls on the hockey team, you'd be captain of that too. Plus, you have that on again-off again romance going with the most popular guy in school."
Sarah sighed. "Now I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be," Lydia said. "If I was you, I'd be bragging twenty-four seven."
Sarah's pager beeped and she looked at it. "I got to go. Sam is paging me."
"For your adoptive dad, I'd say he does a pretty good job," Lydia said. "See you tomorrow."
"See you," Sarah said. She picked up her ice cream, and headed out of the shop.
Sarah ran down the streets of New York City, and pondered about her life.
Sarah had always believed that Sam and Chelsea were her real parents. But on her thirteenth birthday, her parents told her the truth. She had been left on their doorstep when Sam and Chelsea still lived in Los Angeles.
She only had two things that gave her some recognition of her parents. well, her mother at least. She had an unsigned letter that had been in her carrier. It didn't say much. Just that her name was Sarah Faith and was born on October 1.
Sarah also had been found with a beautiful gold necklace. She never took it off. It had a cold chain, with an outline of a gold heart hanging from it. Inside was an "S" made out of diamonds. Sarah could only guess that it belonged to her mother.
Sarah also could make a rough guess about what her parents looked like from her own looks. She had long, shoulder length, shiny brown hair, and deep green eyes. She was tall, and extremely athletic.
"There you are!" Sam Collins greeted her on the ice.
"Hi," Sarah greeted. "Sorry I'm late. Lydia wanted to get ice cream."
"Did you get that ridiculous coffee ice cream again?" Sam teased.
"Why does everyone think that is weird?" Sarah asked as she laced up her skates.
"It's just different," Sam said.
Sarah stood up and grabbed her hockey stick. She skated on to the ice and stole the puck from Sam. Then she skated down the ice, and made a shot.
Three thousand miles away, Michael Vaughn sat at his desk in the Joint Task Forces of the CIA. He was deeply absorbed in his thoughts. He looked around Ops Center, and took in all the people there.
At the desk a few feet a way from Vaughn, Eric Weiss spoke on his phone to his wife, ex- NSA analyst, Madison Weiss. Weiss had been married for a little over eighteen years now, and had five kids.
Across the room, Will Tippen sat at his desk. He had come out of the Witness Protection Program twelve years earlier. He had married Callie, a buyer for Macy's ten years ago. They had two children.
Marshall and Carrie Flinkman sat at their desk, working on some new invention. They had married nineteen years earlier, and had six children.
Lauren Reed, Vaughn's ex-wife, sat across the room, near Will. She and Vaughn had realized neither one of them was in their marriage for the right reasons, and had divorced years ago. She had married Richard O'Connor, and they now had three kids.
"Agent Vaughn," a voice above him said.
Vaughn was snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see Sydney Bristow standing above him.
"Here's the report you asked for," she said, handing him a file.
Vaughn felt a pang in his heart. "Uh, thank you Agent Bristow."
Sydney turned on her heel and began walking a way. Vaughn watched her for a moment, and then followed her.
"Syd, don't do this," Vaughn said, once he stopped her.
"Don't do what Vaughn?" Sydney asked, her eyes flashing with anger.
"It's been seventeen years, and you still haven't told me anything," he answered.
"You don't want to here it," Sydney answered. "You didn't want to hear it seventeen years ago, and you certainly don't want to hear it now."