Missing
By Emily Carol
Summary: A teenager alone in the world searching for the mother she never met. She narrowly escaped a CIA raid on the Covenant where the people who brought her up were taken into custody. The last thing anyone told her was that her mother wasn't in the Covenant. So at age 15 Anya is out in the world trying to find the mother she never knew, not knowing she had only narrowly missed her.
Rating: PG-13, just for violence because, hey, it's Alias and there's violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm on a kick of Syd and Vaughn's kids/one of their kids, if you want to know what I'm talking about check out my other story When I Met My Father.
SarkLover - Hey! I'm glad you're reading this even if you're a Sarkney fan and I hope you keep on reading. Just to let you know, most of this story will probably revolve around Anya, not as much as Syd and Vaughn's relationship (I'm still not sure if they have much of one...).
Kate Finn-BH - You know, your review is so true! I showed it to my friend and she laughed, because it is so much like Alias, the coincidences at least (my writing... well that's another story). Glad you like it!
anyaherrera - Hey! I'm glad you like more story. I found the name Anya at a website for babynames (quite useful for stories) and I liked it so I used it. It's cool that's your name too! And I'm glad that other nationalities are reading this, I've actually got French people (like three of them) reading my other story and it's cool to see how many different nationalities are at ff.net.
Everyone who's silently reading this: Please review!!!!! I would love to know what you think, if you just don't like it, TELL ME PLEASE! NEGATIVE RESPONSES ARE AS GOOD AS POSITIVE!
Just so you know, I'm not going to be adding anymore new stories to ff.net, they'll be at my homepage (URL in my bio, the site isn't up YET, but hopefully will be soon...if John has time to do my layout...) so check it out for my new fanfics that will be posted there! I've already got two written that will be there...
There is Italian in this chapter and I'll put the translations at the end. Please note they might not be so accurate, I don't speak Italian. And Giovanni has very broken English, well kinda, they're not mistakes, I have family who's first language is Italian so I get the broken language thing from them (like how it sounds).
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Chapter 3: Gio
Anya walked down the middle of the deserted street. Nobody was in sight as she quickly made her way up the path to the white house on the corner.
Opening the door she heard a brisk voice asking who it was. "Chi lo è?"
Italian hadn't been Anya's first language, even though it was what Giovanni spoke, and it took her a second to translate it in her mind.
"Anya!" She yelled into the dark house.
"Anya!" She heard a man's voice filled with joy as she heard footsteps coming down the steps in front of her.
"Giovanni!" Anya embraced the young man in front of her. "Ho non lo vede in un momento," Anya exclaimed at her not seeing Giovanni in awhile.
"What are you doing here?" Giovanni asked breaking their embrace.
"Is that the way you should greet the girl who's been like your sister for their whole life? Disonorare su lei!"
"You are right!" Giovanni said picking Anya up and swirling her around before setting her back on the ground. "How have you been?"
"The CIA took down the Covenant," Anya said. "I've only just escaped a CIA agent for the second time."
"Non può essere! Not the CIA!" Giovanni exclaimed in his boisterous Italian accent.
"Sì," Anya said sadly. "Potremmo parlare possibilmente meno italiano?" She requested so that she didn't have to keep translating Giovanni's Italian in her head.
"Sì," Giovanni said with a smile.
"They'll be coming here next," Anya said. "Your house is a Covenant safe-house, your address is among the records now in CIA hands."
"They not come for one more day, you stay the night before you flee again. But as for me, I stay here, guard my house with my life." Giovanni said bravely. "How did you manage to escape CIA agents?"
Anya smiled as Giovanni lead her to the sitting room and she sat down in one of the huge green armchairs.
"Well the first time was easy," Anya said. "I wasn't caught, I was just running, shot her a few times, got shot a few times myself,"
Giovanni cut her off. "You too modest Anya. You were shot! And you sitting here talking like it's no big deal."
"It's really not Gio," Anya used her childhood name for him.
"But it is," Giovanni said. "Being shot is a horrible thing. Just horrible."
Anya smiled. "Well the second agent didn't shoot me."
"That good to hear," Giovanni said giving Anya a brotherly smile.
"He chased me down and knocked me to the ground," Anya continued as Giovanni inturrupted her again.
"He knocked you down?" Giovanni asked. "Are you hurt?"
"No," Anya said. "Just a few bruises. Anyways, he knocked me down and pulled me back up. He spun me around to look at him he lost grip of one of my wrists. I managed to grab my gun and at the sight of my gun he didn't do anything."
"Why you carry a gun?" Giovanni inturrupted, as usual. "You only fourteen, you should not have a gun."
"Giovanni," Anya said patiently. "I'm fifteen now."
"Still," Giovanni said in his high-and-mighty voice. "You should not be carrying a gun, you so young."
Anya smiled. Gio had always been like an older brother watching out for her, despite the forty year age gap, Giovanni was 55 years old, and still an active member of the Covenant, being one of the first ever in it, even before they'd become known.
"So what happen next?" Giovanni asked. Anya smiled, he was like a little five-year-old when it came to her telling him stories about what it was like doing field work at the Covenant, he missed when he had done it many years ago and wanted to hear all he could about how she did so many things.
"Well I figured he must think he's fearless if he can just stand in the face of Anya Bristow's gun without reacting. So I shot him."
"You shot him?" Giovanni asked in wide wonder.
"Just in the arm, a warning shot you could say. His hand that was holding my other wrist loosened and I ran off, he couldn't follow me with blood streaming out of his arm."
"Well at least he not dead, not yet atleast," Gio said. He looked over at the clock. "It late, we sleep."
Anya could tell he was tired, his English became even more broken when he needed to sleep.
Anya followed Gio up the stairs to the bedroom she always stayed in.
"Good-bye Gio," Anya said at the doorway of her room.
"Good-bye? Why good-bye? I see you in morning," Gio said confused.
"I will probably leave before you get up," Anya said. "I need to find my mother."
"I thought your mother died?" Gio said. "Simon always told me she had."
"She was just never in the Covenant," Anya said softly. "All I know is her last name, Bristow, and I've known that for a long time."
"Sleep well," Giovanni told Anya embracing her and giving her the customary kiss on each cheek, European style.
"You too," Anya said. "Good-bye Gio."
And Anya entered the room she knew that one day their paths would cross again.
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Translations:
Chi lo è? = Who are you?
Ho non lo vede in un momento = I have not seen you in awhile
Disonorare su lei = Shame on you
Non può essere = It cannot be
Sì = Yes
Potremmo parlare possibilmente meno italiano? = Could we possibly speak less Italian?
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Authors Note: I hope you like and and even if you didn't REVIEW! But please, insult my writing, not me (e.g. You're gay, insult the writing).
~Emily Carol
By Emily Carol
Summary: A teenager alone in the world searching for the mother she never met. She narrowly escaped a CIA raid on the Covenant where the people who brought her up were taken into custody. The last thing anyone told her was that her mother wasn't in the Covenant. So at age 15 Anya is out in the world trying to find the mother she never knew, not knowing she had only narrowly missed her.
Rating: PG-13, just for violence because, hey, it's Alias and there's violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm on a kick of Syd and Vaughn's kids/one of their kids, if you want to know what I'm talking about check out my other story When I Met My Father.
SarkLover - Hey! I'm glad you're reading this even if you're a Sarkney fan and I hope you keep on reading. Just to let you know, most of this story will probably revolve around Anya, not as much as Syd and Vaughn's relationship (I'm still not sure if they have much of one...).
Kate Finn-BH - You know, your review is so true! I showed it to my friend and she laughed, because it is so much like Alias, the coincidences at least (my writing... well that's another story). Glad you like it!
anyaherrera - Hey! I'm glad you like more story. I found the name Anya at a website for babynames (quite useful for stories) and I liked it so I used it. It's cool that's your name too! And I'm glad that other nationalities are reading this, I've actually got French people (like three of them) reading my other story and it's cool to see how many different nationalities are at ff.net.
Everyone who's silently reading this: Please review!!!!! I would love to know what you think, if you just don't like it, TELL ME PLEASE! NEGATIVE RESPONSES ARE AS GOOD AS POSITIVE!
Just so you know, I'm not going to be adding anymore new stories to ff.net, they'll be at my homepage (URL in my bio, the site isn't up YET, but hopefully will be soon...if John has time to do my layout...) so check it out for my new fanfics that will be posted there! I've already got two written that will be there...
There is Italian in this chapter and I'll put the translations at the end. Please note they might not be so accurate, I don't speak Italian. And Giovanni has very broken English, well kinda, they're not mistakes, I have family who's first language is Italian so I get the broken language thing from them (like how it sounds).
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Chapter 3: Gio
Anya walked down the middle of the deserted street. Nobody was in sight as she quickly made her way up the path to the white house on the corner.
Opening the door she heard a brisk voice asking who it was. "Chi lo è?"
Italian hadn't been Anya's first language, even though it was what Giovanni spoke, and it took her a second to translate it in her mind.
"Anya!" She yelled into the dark house.
"Anya!" She heard a man's voice filled with joy as she heard footsteps coming down the steps in front of her.
"Giovanni!" Anya embraced the young man in front of her. "Ho non lo vede in un momento," Anya exclaimed at her not seeing Giovanni in awhile.
"What are you doing here?" Giovanni asked breaking their embrace.
"Is that the way you should greet the girl who's been like your sister for their whole life? Disonorare su lei!"
"You are right!" Giovanni said picking Anya up and swirling her around before setting her back on the ground. "How have you been?"
"The CIA took down the Covenant," Anya said. "I've only just escaped a CIA agent for the second time."
"Non può essere! Not the CIA!" Giovanni exclaimed in his boisterous Italian accent.
"Sì," Anya said sadly. "Potremmo parlare possibilmente meno italiano?" She requested so that she didn't have to keep translating Giovanni's Italian in her head.
"Sì," Giovanni said with a smile.
"They'll be coming here next," Anya said. "Your house is a Covenant safe-house, your address is among the records now in CIA hands."
"They not come for one more day, you stay the night before you flee again. But as for me, I stay here, guard my house with my life." Giovanni said bravely. "How did you manage to escape CIA agents?"
Anya smiled as Giovanni lead her to the sitting room and she sat down in one of the huge green armchairs.
"Well the first time was easy," Anya said. "I wasn't caught, I was just running, shot her a few times, got shot a few times myself,"
Giovanni cut her off. "You too modest Anya. You were shot! And you sitting here talking like it's no big deal."
"It's really not Gio," Anya used her childhood name for him.
"But it is," Giovanni said. "Being shot is a horrible thing. Just horrible."
Anya smiled. "Well the second agent didn't shoot me."
"That good to hear," Giovanni said giving Anya a brotherly smile.
"He chased me down and knocked me to the ground," Anya continued as Giovanni inturrupted her again.
"He knocked you down?" Giovanni asked. "Are you hurt?"
"No," Anya said. "Just a few bruises. Anyways, he knocked me down and pulled me back up. He spun me around to look at him he lost grip of one of my wrists. I managed to grab my gun and at the sight of my gun he didn't do anything."
"Why you carry a gun?" Giovanni inturrupted, as usual. "You only fourteen, you should not have a gun."
"Giovanni," Anya said patiently. "I'm fifteen now."
"Still," Giovanni said in his high-and-mighty voice. "You should not be carrying a gun, you so young."
Anya smiled. Gio had always been like an older brother watching out for her, despite the forty year age gap, Giovanni was 55 years old, and still an active member of the Covenant, being one of the first ever in it, even before they'd become known.
"So what happen next?" Giovanni asked. Anya smiled, he was like a little five-year-old when it came to her telling him stories about what it was like doing field work at the Covenant, he missed when he had done it many years ago and wanted to hear all he could about how she did so many things.
"Well I figured he must think he's fearless if he can just stand in the face of Anya Bristow's gun without reacting. So I shot him."
"You shot him?" Giovanni asked in wide wonder.
"Just in the arm, a warning shot you could say. His hand that was holding my other wrist loosened and I ran off, he couldn't follow me with blood streaming out of his arm."
"Well at least he not dead, not yet atleast," Gio said. He looked over at the clock. "It late, we sleep."
Anya could tell he was tired, his English became even more broken when he needed to sleep.
Anya followed Gio up the stairs to the bedroom she always stayed in.
"Good-bye Gio," Anya said at the doorway of her room.
"Good-bye? Why good-bye? I see you in morning," Gio said confused.
"I will probably leave before you get up," Anya said. "I need to find my mother."
"I thought your mother died?" Gio said. "Simon always told me she had."
"She was just never in the Covenant," Anya said softly. "All I know is her last name, Bristow, and I've known that for a long time."
"Sleep well," Giovanni told Anya embracing her and giving her the customary kiss on each cheek, European style.
"You too," Anya said. "Good-bye Gio."
And Anya entered the room she knew that one day their paths would cross again.
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Translations:
Chi lo è? = Who are you?
Ho non lo vede in un momento = I have not seen you in awhile
Disonorare su lei = Shame on you
Non può essere = It cannot be
Sì = Yes
Potremmo parlare possibilmente meno italiano? = Could we possibly speak less Italian?
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Authors Note: I hope you like and and even if you didn't REVIEW! But please, insult my writing, not me (e.g. You're gay, insult the writing).
~Emily Carol