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.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me.
EVERYONE - Sorry again on my lack of updates.
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! (They tell me what I'm doing wrong)
THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! Hope you're all enjoying this. I've figured that this story (as well as a lot of my stories) fall under the Short Stories category...but I hope you still enjoyed it!
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Chapter 6: Here at the End, There You Are
Anya sat on her bed. She had been here for six months. Her mother still didn't know she was even here, her father wanted to wait until the right time. She moved her legs so that she was cross legged and thought about the last couple months.
The CIA had released her and said that she could grow up, be a normal teenager, as long as she promised to work for the CIA after college.
She'd made them promise to keep her out of field work.
She'd started at a normal high school. She still didn't know many people, but she had four more years to go.
And then there was her dad. He had done everything for her. He had helped her with everything from getting her out of CIA custody into his to helping her start at a new school, her first actual school ever, and even to just helping her paint this room.
But here she was, at the end. There was no more Covenant, but there was a future. She wouldn't be bound to the Covenant her whole life, like Gio had been.
Tears filled her eyes at the thought of Gio. He had been leaving the van to be taken into CIA custody when a Covenant member still in action had shot him to death. They didn't want him spilling the secrets.
She had attended his funeral with her father. They were the few people there. Them and Gio's real sister.
She wiped away the tears as she heard a knock on her door. Her father poked his head into the room.
"It's time," he said.
Anya understood the words and she slid off of her bed and followed him.
They spent the ride in silence. Neither knew what would happen between Sydney and Anya. Or even between Vaughn. Would Anya patch up their relationship? Or would she break it more?
Vaughn stood at the door of Sydney's place, Anya stood next to him. His knock went unanswered. He knew she was there, Weiss had said she was, he only lived down the hall.
"Sydney," Vaughn said softly to the door. "I'm not here to patch things up, I just need to talk to you about something."
The door opened slowly.
"I told you to never come here," she said bitterly. She looked over to see Anya. "And why is that bitch with you?"
"That bitch is your daughter Sydney," Vaughn said tenderly. "This is Anya, she your daughter. Our daughter."
Anya stepped forward but Sydney didn't move, her gaze fixed on Anya.
Anya stpped back again and studdered, "Maybe this is a bad time." She turned to run when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
But it wasn't her father's hand. After just six months she knew the feeling of her father's hand on her shoulder, the comfort it brought to her.
This hand felt like it was looking for it's own comfort. To see if she was really there, not just a mirage. Anya turned slowly to face her mother.
"Hello Anya," Sydney said softly.
"Hi Mom," Anya said in a timid voice. "I'm sorry I shot you."
A smile broke Sydney's stiff face.
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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).
And that's it. I hope you enjoyed it.
~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.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me.
EVERYONE - Sorry again on my lack of updates.
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! (They tell me what I'm doing wrong)
THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER! Hope you're all enjoying this. I've figured that this story (as well as a lot of my stories) fall under the Short Stories category...but I hope you still enjoyed it!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 6: Here at the End, There You Are
Anya sat on her bed. She had been here for six months. Her mother still didn't know she was even here, her father wanted to wait until the right time. She moved her legs so that she was cross legged and thought about the last couple months.
The CIA had released her and said that she could grow up, be a normal teenager, as long as she promised to work for the CIA after college.
She'd made them promise to keep her out of field work.
She'd started at a normal high school. She still didn't know many people, but she had four more years to go.
And then there was her dad. He had done everything for her. He had helped her with everything from getting her out of CIA custody into his to helping her start at a new school, her first actual school ever, and even to just helping her paint this room.
But here she was, at the end. There was no more Covenant, but there was a future. She wouldn't be bound to the Covenant her whole life, like Gio had been.
Tears filled her eyes at the thought of Gio. He had been leaving the van to be taken into CIA custody when a Covenant member still in action had shot him to death. They didn't want him spilling the secrets.
She had attended his funeral with her father. They were the few people there. Them and Gio's real sister.
She wiped away the tears as she heard a knock on her door. Her father poked his head into the room.
"It's time," he said.
Anya understood the words and she slid off of her bed and followed him.
They spent the ride in silence. Neither knew what would happen between Sydney and Anya. Or even between Vaughn. Would Anya patch up their relationship? Or would she break it more?
Vaughn stood at the door of Sydney's place, Anya stood next to him. His knock went unanswered. He knew she was there, Weiss had said she was, he only lived down the hall.
"Sydney," Vaughn said softly to the door. "I'm not here to patch things up, I just need to talk to you about something."
The door opened slowly.
"I told you to never come here," she said bitterly. She looked over to see Anya. "And why is that bitch with you?"
"That bitch is your daughter Sydney," Vaughn said tenderly. "This is Anya, she your daughter. Our daughter."
Anya stepped forward but Sydney didn't move, her gaze fixed on Anya.
Anya stpped back again and studdered, "Maybe this is a bad time." She turned to run when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
But it wasn't her father's hand. After just six months she knew the feeling of her father's hand on her shoulder, the comfort it brought to her.
This hand felt like it was looking for it's own comfort. To see if she was really there, not just a mirage. Anya turned slowly to face her mother.
"Hello Anya," Sydney said softly.
"Hi Mom," Anya said in a timid voice. "I'm sorry I shot you."
A smile broke Sydney's stiff face.
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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).
And that's it. I hope you enjoyed it.
~Emily Carol