Title: Conversations
Author: Patomac
Rating: PG-13, and that's way overprotective. Just a little talk of
slitting throats in later chapters (smile)
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't own Alias. Kindly don't rub it in!
Kat's mine though, so nobody steal her!
Summary: Sydney talks to an old friend after different episodes.
AN: This is my first thing on FF.net, so be nice! This is an episode
reaction from what the chapter is titled after. Only it's in fic form.
The Two
"You did what?" Kat choked on her Pepsi.
"Shh! Keep it down!" Sydney whispered. The pair were starting to attract stares in the small restaurant. "Some spy you are Volkonov. You can't even blend into the background."
"That's because I was born to stand out," she leaned back against her chair. "I was taught later how to blend in." Kat chuckled lightly to herself, while Sydney only rolled her eyes and took a bite of her sandwich.
"Still you've got to admit, that was one of you, um, less intelligent uses of your talents. If pressed, some might consider it idiotic," Kat also took a bite of her sandwich casually.
"I recall hearing about you doing something just like it once."
"Since when did you start taking after me?"
"I can't take after you, I'm older!" Sydney smiled widely, but Kat shook her head.
"What's your point? I recall being in a certain company a lot longer than you were. And three years age is not that big of a difference."
"It is when it makes you 28 and me 31." Sydney ignored Kat, who was rolling her eyes. "And I had a point in going against the CIA, unlike some people I know."
"Yes, I do suppose your vendetta was a bit more justified than mine. You saved your father, and I was attempting to spite the CIA.
Sydney nodded. "I can not believe you got away with that." Kat only smiled. "I also can't believe they locked up my father."
Kat acquired the solemnness that had been in Sydney's voice. "I don't want to think about it much, but they have done it before."
"But then it was..."
"If your going to say it was different, nice try, but it was the exact same thing."
Sydney just looked at her blankly. "Don't be mad at me, Syd. You were the one who called me because you needed to talk. I got leave and flew across the country, so the least you could do is listen to me when I have something important I think you need to hear." Sydney softened a small bit. "Look, Sydney, I'm sorry. You don't want my pity, but I saw the ruins of your house when it was burned two years ago. I went to you funeral. It was absolutely heart breaking. I hated adding you to the list of friends I've lost in this business. I absolutely hated it.
Sydney looked down and finally spoke. "I guess I should be thankful I had one person left to call. I haven't seen you in a year, three years. I expected you to change like all the rest, so it wouldn't have killed me."
Kat nodded. "A month or a decade is basically the same in my world. As long as we've been apart, you can expect me to be treading water in the same place. Probably forever."
The two girls met eyes, reaching a mutual understanding. "You remember my handler Michael Vaughn? We were dating. In fact, I thought we were in love."
Kat smiled briefly before she caught it. "You said 'were.'"
"He's... he's... Vaughn is married," Sydney choked on the words.
"Oh no." Kat pulled her chair around to the other side of the table to wrap an arm around her friend who was almost sobbing. But Sydney quickly reined the tears back in.
"You should probably get back to D.C. I don't want your boss to kill me," she rubbed the corner of her eye and smiled.
"I guess so." It was obvious that Kat didn't want to leave Sydney alone like this, but she also didn't want to crowd her. 'As she wishes,' was Kat's silent thought before she said goodbye. "Remember, Sydney, I'll always be here."
Sydney nodded, and Kat dissolved into the crowd leaving the cafe. 'Like the spy she is,' Sydney thought.
The Two
"You did what?" Kat choked on her Pepsi.
"Shh! Keep it down!" Sydney whispered. The pair were starting to attract stares in the small restaurant. "Some spy you are Volkonov. You can't even blend into the background."
"That's because I was born to stand out," she leaned back against her chair. "I was taught later how to blend in." Kat chuckled lightly to herself, while Sydney only rolled her eyes and took a bite of her sandwich.
"Still you've got to admit, that was one of you, um, less intelligent uses of your talents. If pressed, some might consider it idiotic," Kat also took a bite of her sandwich casually.
"I recall hearing about you doing something just like it once."
"Since when did you start taking after me?"
"I can't take after you, I'm older!" Sydney smiled widely, but Kat shook her head.
"What's your point? I recall being in a certain company a lot longer than you were. And three years age is not that big of a difference."
"It is when it makes you 28 and me 31." Sydney ignored Kat, who was rolling her eyes. "And I had a point in going against the CIA, unlike some people I know."
"Yes, I do suppose your vendetta was a bit more justified than mine. You saved your father, and I was attempting to spite the CIA.
Sydney nodded. "I can not believe you got away with that." Kat only smiled. "I also can't believe they locked up my father."
Kat acquired the solemnness that had been in Sydney's voice. "I don't want to think about it much, but they have done it before."
"But then it was..."
"If your going to say it was different, nice try, but it was the exact same thing."
Sydney just looked at her blankly. "Don't be mad at me, Syd. You were the one who called me because you needed to talk. I got leave and flew across the country, so the least you could do is listen to me when I have something important I think you need to hear." Sydney softened a small bit. "Look, Sydney, I'm sorry. You don't want my pity, but I saw the ruins of your house when it was burned two years ago. I went to you funeral. It was absolutely heart breaking. I hated adding you to the list of friends I've lost in this business. I absolutely hated it.
Sydney looked down and finally spoke. "I guess I should be thankful I had one person left to call. I haven't seen you in a year, three years. I expected you to change like all the rest, so it wouldn't have killed me."
Kat nodded. "A month or a decade is basically the same in my world. As long as we've been apart, you can expect me to be treading water in the same place. Probably forever."
The two girls met eyes, reaching a mutual understanding. "You remember my handler Michael Vaughn? We were dating. In fact, I thought we were in love."
Kat smiled briefly before she caught it. "You said 'were.'"
"He's... he's... Vaughn is married," Sydney choked on the words.
"Oh no." Kat pulled her chair around to the other side of the table to wrap an arm around her friend who was almost sobbing. But Sydney quickly reined the tears back in.
"You should probably get back to D.C. I don't want your boss to kill me," she rubbed the corner of her eye and smiled.
"I guess so." It was obvious that Kat didn't want to leave Sydney alone like this, but she also didn't want to crowd her. 'As she wishes,' was Kat's silent thought before she said goodbye. "Remember, Sydney, I'll always be here."
Sydney nodded, and Kat dissolved into the crowd leaving the cafe. 'Like the spy she is,' Sydney thought.