Green Eyes and Brown Eyes
By: black kitti
A/N: this is my first story – please r&r. btw, I'm looking for a beta to help proof read, edit, and for me to bounce ideas off of. If you want to help me out – lemmie know, drop me an email!
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"Sydney! Sydney Bristow!"
6-year Sydney Bristow yawned sleepily as she opened up her eyes, awakened from a deep slumber.
Laura Bristow was rummaging through the drawers, pulling out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, tossing them onto the bed.
"Mommy? What's going on?"
"Nothing sweetheart. We're just going to take a trip, just you and me okay? But we're going to have to be very, very quite alright sweetheart?"
Sydney nodded her head, as she raised her hands above her head, allowing for her mother to slide a sweatshirt over her head. She scooted to the edge of the bed, slipping off her pajama bottoms, and switching them for a pair of jeans.
"Socks Sydney," Laura whispered, as she poked around in her daughter's small jewelry case. She grabbed a few pieces, and placed them in her pocket.
"Mommy?"
Laura looked up from at her daughter, who's eyes were still filled with sleep.
"Is daddy coming with us?"
"No sweetheart, Daddy isn't coming with us. He's got a big day ahead of him tomorrow, and he needs to rest. So we need to be really quiet okay? No more talking."
Laura knelt at the side of the bed, slipping the small running shows on her daughter's feet.
"Grab Mr. Bear, Sydney."
Sydney grabbed her favorite teddy bear, and allowed herself to be carried by her mother downstairs to the foyer.
The soft sounds of Jack Bristow snoring echoed through the empty house, the only sound other than the pouring rain.
Tears were running down Laura Bristow's face as she fumbled with the lock on the front door. She stopped to give Sydney a hug, and her young daughter also crying as well, not knowing why. She grabbed a small bag, and her keys, and ushered Sydney outside.
Laura's heart was heavy, as she quietly shut the door, trying not wake the only occupant inside. A sob was caught in her throat, as she shut the door.
Laura Bristow turned towards the car, walking away from the door that she closed, the chapter of her life that has ending, and a new chapter of her life beginning.
As she and Sydney sought shelter away from the downpour in the car, Laura Bristow started the car and drove away, never looking back.
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Jack Bristow was woken up by the loud thunder rumbling throughout the house. As he turned towards the right side of the bed, he found the spot empty. His stomach was quickly filled with panic and uncertainty; Laura was a heavy sleeper, sleeping the whole night through.
He wearily shook his head slightly, and opened his eyes wider. He looked towards the bathroom door, to see if his wife was there.
Deciding to check on his sleeping daughter, he crept slowly down the hallway, noticing the bedroom door ajar.
The dark hallway was filled with light as the night sky was filled with a bright flash of lightening.
Poking his head in his daughter's room, he was amazed to find that the bed was empty as well.
He rushed down the stairs, looking for his wife and daughter.
Sitting at the kitchen table alone, Jack sat quietly, watching the rain fall down.
The silence was broken by the sound of the door bell, followed by angry bangs on the door.
Officers Collins and Burns stood in front of Jack Bristow, carrying long faces.
"Jack Bristow?"
"I'm sorry to tell you, but there's been a car accident on the freeway, near hwy 2. A driver couldn't tell where he was going cause the rain was too heavy. He hit a car, and the car that he hit went through the railing of the bridge, and crashed head first into the river embankment."
Jack's knees began to feel week, as if they were going give out. He leaned heavily on the small oak table by the front door, knocking over the small dish containing the keys. It fell, shattering into a million pieces.
"I'm sorry to say, Mr. Bristow, the car that went over the bridge was your wife's. Your wife and daughter didn't survive the crash."
"Noooooooooooooooooo!"
~.~
"Sydney!"
Sydney Bristow snapped back into reality, to see her mother's face staring angrily at her.
"Sorry, Mom. What did you say?"
"As I was saying," Irina Derevko continued," the piece to this puzzle is the Rambaldi pen. It's a fountain pen, a collector's item. The key is not the ink, but the jeweled pattern of the pen itself. It was imbedded with millions of dollars worth of jewels, in a specific pattern, cut with specific shapes. Sydney and Sark, your flight leaves in four hours. You are dismissed."
Sydney, along with the rest of the boardroom shuffled the papers around and filed out of the room. As she was leaving, she heard her mother call out her name.
"Sydney. Stay behind, I want a word with you."
Sydney sighed, as she promptly returned to her seat. She flipped open the files, scanning the page for information about the pen.
"Is everything all right?" Irina sat down beside her daughter, her voice softened, and full of concern.
"Yeah mom, everything's good."
"You look tired."
"So do you, Mom. Just haven't been sleeping well, that's all."
Irina sighed, shaking her head.
"Alright Sydney then. I just wanted to see how you were. Good luck on your mission okay?"
Sydney plastered on a fake smile, and gave mother a slight nod, as she left the board room, her head filled with emotions that she could not comprehend.
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Sydney flopped onto her large queen sized bed, staring at the ceiling. Beside her was a small black suitcase, partially packed.
She walked into the closet, admiring the number of different outfits, hanging on the racks. Dressing up for missions was the only enjoyable part about going on these jobs.
Each outfit was unique, in color, style and elegance. It was the only time when Sydney felt that she could escape from her real life, and take on a character, personality and life. It was her only escape.
Sydney knelt down before a small treasure chest, at the very back of her walk-in closet. She flipped it open, memories flooding her senses.
Mr. Bear, Sydney thought, as she smiled, picking up her favorite teddy bear. She gently touched the ears and hands of the small bear, remembering the when she was little, how she would refuse to leave the house without her favorite teddy bear. She buried her face into the soft, velvety fur, inhaling deeply. The scent of her childhood memories enveloped her, nearly brining her to tears.
'Everyone has their unique scent' she thought, not realizing it until she was in the seat of a plane.
She set down her stuffed teddy bear, and continued to rummage around the treasure chest. Her jeans and sweatshirt were placed side by side, the clothes that she had worn when the night she left.
These were the only items left from her childhood, memories that should could never get back, memories that she would cherish forever in her heart.
Things had been different after the night her mother woke her up in the middle of the night. After endless hours of crying on the plane, Sydney and her mother landed in Russia, welcomed by a brocade of men in suits, all calling her mother Irina Derevko. The name Laura Bristow and the former identity was the last time Sydney ever heard.
Sydney quickly adjusted to the her new surrounding, believing that if she was good, and excelled at her work, her wishes would be answered. She simply wanted to go home, but her dreams were dashed as years passed on, and she was immersed in her mother's organization.
Sydney packed the treasure chest, and shut out her old memories, taking a deep breath and focusing on her task at hand.
Sark had been leaning against the doorframe, watching Sydney stare off into space. He gently cleared his throat, startling her.
"What do you want?"
Sydney stood up angrily, shooting him dirty looks and she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.
"And how long have you been sitting there?"
Sark smirked, and shook off the negativity in Sydney's voice.
"I was simply inquiring what you would be wearing to the ball tomorrow evening, Miss Bristow. It is better to dress to match, since we are posing as a couple."
Sark paused, and took a dress off the hanger.
"I think you should wear this. You've never worn it."
Sydney snorted at the sight. One of the only things that she hated abut the missions was the fact that they were with Sark. They had always been in constant competition the day that he was introduced to her, through Khasinau and her mother. The competition lead to constant lead to constant strives to achieve perfection, creating the perfect team. There was not a single thing in her closet that Sark had never seen her wear on a mission, and she often secretly wished that she could meet someone else that she could dress up for.
Sydney focused on the dress that he was holding. It was a long red dress, with one shoulder, stretchy but tight, fitting snugly around her curves, and then flowing into an A-line cut at the bottom, with small ruffles.
She shook her head, and took the dress back from Sark.
"Unsuitable. Where will I hid my weapons? And what happens if I have to fight? I can't in this dress. I can choose for myself."
Sark shrugged, and sauntered slowly out of her closet.
"As you say, Sydney, As you say."
As Sydney stood alone in the closet, she realized that his suggestion would the dress she'd be wearing the next night.
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"Thanks to Sydney and Sark, we have successfully retrieved the Rambaldi pen without any troubles. Thank you."
Irina Derevko beamed at her daughter, praising Sydney and Sark for the success.
It meant being one step closer to the secrets of Rambaldi.
~.~
"How did this happen?" Arvin Sloane demanded, slamming his fist onto his table.
"Dixon, Williams, care to explain?"
Agents Marcus Dixon and his partner Angela Williams were clearly avoiding Sloane's glares.
"There was another team. We think it was a rouge team, who's obviously making it known that they are after Rambaldi as well, sir. The pen was stolen from the party before we even got there."
Marshall Flinkman rushed into the room, sweat covering his brow. Sloane gave him a look making poor Marshall wish that he could bury himself into a hole, escaping the wrath of Arvin Sloane.
"Marshall?" Sloane asked, annoyed at the angry outburst. "Why are you late?"
"I, uh, sir, was downloading security footage, uh, from the party. Uh, sir."
"And?" Sloane's interests were suddenly piqued.
"I cross listed the people who were at the party with the pictures of the guests. There were two people, who were stopped at security, who had some trouble getting in."
Marshall paused, and pointed the tiny television remote at the screen behind Sloane.
The image filled up on the screen, a well dressed, blonde haired man, and a brown haired women, in a red dress.
Sloane squinted at the picture on his individual screen in front of him, disturbed by the image. The woman looked like an identical image of Laura Bristow. He looked up across the room, at the gentlemen who was seated at the other end of the table.
"Jack?"
Jack Bristow was hunched over the screen, absolutely speechless.
"Marshall, do you have any other pictures of them? A full length one?"
Marshall nodded and immediately, another image flashed on the screen, this time the couple passing the security. The woman in the picture had lifted her dress slightly, in attempt not to trip on the stairs.
Jack examined the picture again, a sob catching in his throat. He cleared it, trying to find his voice again.
"It's not Laura, Sloane," Jack spoke, breaking the silence.
"It's my daughter, Sydney."
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Director Kendall sat at his desk, leafing through the folder lying open on his desk. Deep wrinkles were imbedded in his forehead.
"And how did we lose the pen?"
Sounds of an angry man shouting loudly outside his office interrupted the silence, giving the two agents a break from Kendall's interrogation.
Kendall lifted an eyebrow, unamused as the door burst open and Jack Bristow marched in, Kendall's petite secretary trailing in behind him.
"I'm sorry, Director Kendall, sir, but I tried to tell Agent Bristow that you were not to be disturbed."
Jack threw her a dirty look as he threw a folder on Kendall's desk.
Kendall opened the folder, and took a deep breath. He looked up at Jack, with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Catherine, a meeting, now. Ten minutes, get Devlin, op-tech, a couple of seniors agents, and a couple of field agents, now!"
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