"The Other Side of the Story"
Part V (continued)
Soooory, I just had to put this up there. That was too short and a cliffie for my taste. I think you should at least get this much before Part VI, if not it won't start out right. Also, I apologize for not changing the IV to a V, my bad!!! Thanks to alpineracer88 and sheeplover for being such devoted fans of my fanfic (LOL) this is for you. I got a job now, so it might take longer to get up Part VI. Please don't forget me though okay? I am going to get one part up at least once a week!!! Love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part V (~~~ continued)
" I'm listening."
Sydney informed Will in the most discrete terms what her next mission would entail and the danger in less alarming terms.
It didn't help. Will was staring at her like he was staring at a ghost, or as though he could already tell the end result if Sydney agreed to this mission.
" So Will, tell me what you think?"
" Don't go," Will told her firmly and then repeated. " Don't do this Sydney."
" Will, I have to do something to get back into the run of things. I haven't done one mission since I got back. Sark and Sloane, even my mother doesn't know I'm alive. I have no problem where I have to explain myself to SD-6."
"Well, do something else, Sydney," he scolded her in no-exceptions tone.
" Will, he's a victim of Project Christmas. And I know how that feels. I don't want to kill anybody but according to the report, he's gone so deep into himself he has no awareness of his surroundings. If I get this information back to the CIA, we might be able to save other victims that die, currently showing these symptoms, and those who may develop it later," she murmured in an embarrassed tone.
" That's true. I mean, we just got you back. I wouldn't want to lost you for another fifty years. But you're not exactly a brain surgeon, Syd. How do you suppose you're going to execute this?"
" The hospital he's located in has doctors who are secret agents. CIA thinks of everything, and like in this case, they're there in case me need to do a medical procedure. We'll have no problem with that. The patient will also be given a lethal injection that can't be traced except by our technology. He'll be recorded as dying of natural causes," Sydney asserted, trying to get Will to calm down. She hadn't even reached the anguish point of the conversation.
" I get all that but it still scares me, this sounds way too convenient. You're in the CIA, this seems way too easy. They've got to be hiding something from you," Will stated, looking uneasy. " Is it possible to get this by contact?"
" It's not like this is tuberculosis, and if it's sexually transmitted, no problem there. I'm not there to get it on with the guy," Sydney joshed him, not able to help herself.
" I'm paranoid, yes, but I think I have good reason why I want you to stay in the same city as me. Where is this hospital anyway?"
" London."
" London? You mean as in England?"
" Yes."
" That's on the other side of the world. But, if you trust this project is not going to kill you, go ahead, do what you need to do. Just come back soon, all right?"
" That's.that's what I need to talk about. If I go Will, I'm not coming back," Sydney answered in a definite tone.
" What do you mean? You just said this was going to be safe, that you're going to be okay," Will reminded her, looking confused.
" I did say that, and I will be. I will be okay. I just won't be here. I've been mulling it over since I got the info on this mission and I think it's a good chance for me to move on. There's a new CIA building they constructed in London. I'm seriously considering transferring there."
" Wait a minute, Syd. Do you know what you're saying? London, you want to live in a world full of strangers?"
" It'll be easier than living in a world where the people I know look at me like I'm a stranger. They wouldn't know what happened to me so they wouldn't feel obligated to feel sorry for me either."
" Have you talked to anybody about this? Your father, perhaps?"
" No, Will. You're the first one."
" What about Michael?" Will tried again. " Are you going to tell him?" Will demanded, his voice getting a bit shrill. This was surreal.
" No. If I tell him he'll tell me not to. Then he'll feel responsible when I leave. I don't need that baggage. Michael wants to be faithful to his wife and I want to stop waiting for him. It's only in movies they have a happy ending," Sydney finished, drank up her coffee and then stared at her watch. " Oh my, the time. Didn't you say your girlfriend gets off at six on Mondays?"
" Um ~~~ yeah. But we're not finished talking."
" I am."
The sound of a key being worked in the lock on the front door allowed her to get to her feet.
" This wouldn't be right. You're a happy man and I don't want to be the one to ruin it. I should go."
" Syd, hold on a sec," Will pleaded, following her when Jane McDowell came into the room. Her glance flickered from Will to Sydney.
" Hi Will, who may this be?"
" Hi, I'm Sydney and I was just leaving," Sydney answered the beautiful blond who smiled.
" Oh, no, please. Don't leave on my account. I'm Jane, and you must be my boyfriend's best friend."
" Um~~~"
" Jane, baby, can you check on Sydney. She's been napping but she missed you. She's been cranky all day."
" Okay, honey," she then smiled at Sydney again. " It was very nice meeting you."
" You too," Sydney smiled back. Jane didn't seem alarmed at all to see her there. In fact, she was a very nice woman. She wondered why Michael couldn't have married someone like her.
" Sydney, hold on a sec," he panted, trailing her to the elevator.
" She seems very nice."
" You're lucky, Will. I'm so happy for you. At least I know I won't have to worry about you."
" Sydney, why did you tell me about your plans?" he finally got out as the elevator approached his floor.
" Because you're my friend. You mean a lot to me. I know I never have to pretend in front of you. If I go, you're going to be my only communication to the U.S., other than the CIA, I presume. I'll still be working for them."
" I know Michael's a real ass right now, more concerned about his conscience than his feelings but, can you really do this to him? Disappear from his life again?"
" I don't owe him any explanation, Will. Besides, this time will be easier. He'll know I'm alive. I'll still be on the net and maybe in ten years, I'll have a family and me and Vaughn will laugh about this."
Will opened his arms to her and held Sydney tightly in his embrace. " If this is what you think you have to do, then this is what you have to do. Just know I'm going to miss you so much."
" I know," Sydney grinned and pulled herself back out of his embrace. " If I go, you'll be the first to know. Keep in touch and take care of yourself, Will."
With that, Sydney disappeared behind the elevator doors.
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Back at CIA HQ, things were being shut down as the day workers left and the night shift moved in.
There was however, one agent that was still busy in his cubicle.
" Agent Cowell, aren't you done for the day?" Kendall asked, coming into the cubicle.
" I am sir, I just have a few papers to straighten and a call to make, then I'll be leaving," Cowell reported properly.
"Good, you do that. See you tomorrow, Agent Cowell," Kendall yawned and walked away.
Cowell hurridely filed away Sydney's report in his file cabinet. He then slipped out a copy of the file into another manila folder which he slipped into his briefcase. He then looked both ways to make sure no one was around before he pulled out his call-phone and dialed a number.
" Hello this is Agent Cowell," he muttered into the phone.
" Identify code number."
" Double agent, P~R~O~P~E~R 38669115." He then listened for a pause and then a ring.
" Hello, Leighton," said a coy female voice. " I have been expecting your call."
" I would have called earlier, mam, but things took longer than formerly discussed," he lamented.
" No need for apologies. Are things going according to plan?" the voice continued.
" Yes, mam. I have officially been made Agent Bristow's Operations officer. Kendall has reason to believe I would be able to treat Sydney better than Agent Vaughn can, pertaining to my psychiatric services.
" Excellent," she approved in a purr. " Good work, Agent Cowell. You stay as the Operations Officer and things will go smoothly. Now the test results, did you get them?'
" Yes, mam," Leighton grinned evily.
" Good, fax them to me. For the night, you are off. I will keep in touch. Goodnight Leighton."
" Goodnight, mam."
Part V ( complete.hee hee) Talk about drama! 31 Reviews! WOW and it's my first Alias fic. As always, alpineracer88 and sheeplover you are the greatest!!! Hope you'll over look the little goof I made and I'm working on Part VI can't let you fall off the cliff now can I? But then again, this is a cliffie ( muahahahah) A/N: I don't know if there's a CIA building in London but anything works in fanfiction right? Oh and not to give it away but Jess makes an appearance with Syd and it's going to make that dinner part feel like kid's stuff. ( alpineracer88 this is for you!!) Stay tuned for part VI Lataz!!!!
Part V (continued)
Soooory, I just had to put this up there. That was too short and a cliffie for my taste. I think you should at least get this much before Part VI, if not it won't start out right. Also, I apologize for not changing the IV to a V, my bad!!! Thanks to alpineracer88 and sheeplover for being such devoted fans of my fanfic (LOL) this is for you. I got a job now, so it might take longer to get up Part VI. Please don't forget me though okay? I am going to get one part up at least once a week!!! Love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Part V (~~~ continued)
" I'm listening."
Sydney informed Will in the most discrete terms what her next mission would entail and the danger in less alarming terms.
It didn't help. Will was staring at her like he was staring at a ghost, or as though he could already tell the end result if Sydney agreed to this mission.
" So Will, tell me what you think?"
" Don't go," Will told her firmly and then repeated. " Don't do this Sydney."
" Will, I have to do something to get back into the run of things. I haven't done one mission since I got back. Sark and Sloane, even my mother doesn't know I'm alive. I have no problem where I have to explain myself to SD-6."
"Well, do something else, Sydney," he scolded her in no-exceptions tone.
" Will, he's a victim of Project Christmas. And I know how that feels. I don't want to kill anybody but according to the report, he's gone so deep into himself he has no awareness of his surroundings. If I get this information back to the CIA, we might be able to save other victims that die, currently showing these symptoms, and those who may develop it later," she murmured in an embarrassed tone.
" That's true. I mean, we just got you back. I wouldn't want to lost you for another fifty years. But you're not exactly a brain surgeon, Syd. How do you suppose you're going to execute this?"
" The hospital he's located in has doctors who are secret agents. CIA thinks of everything, and like in this case, they're there in case me need to do a medical procedure. We'll have no problem with that. The patient will also be given a lethal injection that can't be traced except by our technology. He'll be recorded as dying of natural causes," Sydney asserted, trying to get Will to calm down. She hadn't even reached the anguish point of the conversation.
" I get all that but it still scares me, this sounds way too convenient. You're in the CIA, this seems way too easy. They've got to be hiding something from you," Will stated, looking uneasy. " Is it possible to get this by contact?"
" It's not like this is tuberculosis, and if it's sexually transmitted, no problem there. I'm not there to get it on with the guy," Sydney joshed him, not able to help herself.
" I'm paranoid, yes, but I think I have good reason why I want you to stay in the same city as me. Where is this hospital anyway?"
" London."
" London? You mean as in England?"
" Yes."
" That's on the other side of the world. But, if you trust this project is not going to kill you, go ahead, do what you need to do. Just come back soon, all right?"
" That's.that's what I need to talk about. If I go Will, I'm not coming back," Sydney answered in a definite tone.
" What do you mean? You just said this was going to be safe, that you're going to be okay," Will reminded her, looking confused.
" I did say that, and I will be. I will be okay. I just won't be here. I've been mulling it over since I got the info on this mission and I think it's a good chance for me to move on. There's a new CIA building they constructed in London. I'm seriously considering transferring there."
" Wait a minute, Syd. Do you know what you're saying? London, you want to live in a world full of strangers?"
" It'll be easier than living in a world where the people I know look at me like I'm a stranger. They wouldn't know what happened to me so they wouldn't feel obligated to feel sorry for me either."
" Have you talked to anybody about this? Your father, perhaps?"
" No, Will. You're the first one."
" What about Michael?" Will tried again. " Are you going to tell him?" Will demanded, his voice getting a bit shrill. This was surreal.
" No. If I tell him he'll tell me not to. Then he'll feel responsible when I leave. I don't need that baggage. Michael wants to be faithful to his wife and I want to stop waiting for him. It's only in movies they have a happy ending," Sydney finished, drank up her coffee and then stared at her watch. " Oh my, the time. Didn't you say your girlfriend gets off at six on Mondays?"
" Um ~~~ yeah. But we're not finished talking."
" I am."
The sound of a key being worked in the lock on the front door allowed her to get to her feet.
" This wouldn't be right. You're a happy man and I don't want to be the one to ruin it. I should go."
" Syd, hold on a sec," Will pleaded, following her when Jane McDowell came into the room. Her glance flickered from Will to Sydney.
" Hi Will, who may this be?"
" Hi, I'm Sydney and I was just leaving," Sydney answered the beautiful blond who smiled.
" Oh, no, please. Don't leave on my account. I'm Jane, and you must be my boyfriend's best friend."
" Um~~~"
" Jane, baby, can you check on Sydney. She's been napping but she missed you. She's been cranky all day."
" Okay, honey," she then smiled at Sydney again. " It was very nice meeting you."
" You too," Sydney smiled back. Jane didn't seem alarmed at all to see her there. In fact, she was a very nice woman. She wondered why Michael couldn't have married someone like her.
" Sydney, hold on a sec," he panted, trailing her to the elevator.
" She seems very nice."
" You're lucky, Will. I'm so happy for you. At least I know I won't have to worry about you."
" Sydney, why did you tell me about your plans?" he finally got out as the elevator approached his floor.
" Because you're my friend. You mean a lot to me. I know I never have to pretend in front of you. If I go, you're going to be my only communication to the U.S., other than the CIA, I presume. I'll still be working for them."
" I know Michael's a real ass right now, more concerned about his conscience than his feelings but, can you really do this to him? Disappear from his life again?"
" I don't owe him any explanation, Will. Besides, this time will be easier. He'll know I'm alive. I'll still be on the net and maybe in ten years, I'll have a family and me and Vaughn will laugh about this."
Will opened his arms to her and held Sydney tightly in his embrace. " If this is what you think you have to do, then this is what you have to do. Just know I'm going to miss you so much."
" I know," Sydney grinned and pulled herself back out of his embrace. " If I go, you'll be the first to know. Keep in touch and take care of yourself, Will."
With that, Sydney disappeared behind the elevator doors.
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Back at CIA HQ, things were being shut down as the day workers left and the night shift moved in.
There was however, one agent that was still busy in his cubicle.
" Agent Cowell, aren't you done for the day?" Kendall asked, coming into the cubicle.
" I am sir, I just have a few papers to straighten and a call to make, then I'll be leaving," Cowell reported properly.
"Good, you do that. See you tomorrow, Agent Cowell," Kendall yawned and walked away.
Cowell hurridely filed away Sydney's report in his file cabinet. He then slipped out a copy of the file into another manila folder which he slipped into his briefcase. He then looked both ways to make sure no one was around before he pulled out his call-phone and dialed a number.
" Hello this is Agent Cowell," he muttered into the phone.
" Identify code number."
" Double agent, P~R~O~P~E~R 38669115." He then listened for a pause and then a ring.
" Hello, Leighton," said a coy female voice. " I have been expecting your call."
" I would have called earlier, mam, but things took longer than formerly discussed," he lamented.
" No need for apologies. Are things going according to plan?" the voice continued.
" Yes, mam. I have officially been made Agent Bristow's Operations officer. Kendall has reason to believe I would be able to treat Sydney better than Agent Vaughn can, pertaining to my psychiatric services.
" Excellent," she approved in a purr. " Good work, Agent Cowell. You stay as the Operations Officer and things will go smoothly. Now the test results, did you get them?'
" Yes, mam," Leighton grinned evily.
" Good, fax them to me. For the night, you are off. I will keep in touch. Goodnight Leighton."
" Goodnight, mam."
Part V ( complete.hee hee) Talk about drama! 31 Reviews! WOW and it's my first Alias fic. As always, alpineracer88 and sheeplover you are the greatest!!! Hope you'll over look the little goof I made and I'm working on Part VI can't let you fall off the cliff now can I? But then again, this is a cliffie ( muahahahah) A/N: I don't know if there's a CIA building in London but anything works in fanfiction right? Oh and not to give it away but Jess makes an appearance with Syd and it's going to make that dinner part feel like kid's stuff. ( alpineracer88 this is for you!!) Stay tuned for part VI Lataz!!!!
