Disclaimer: I don't own Alias or Michael Vartan. Of course, if I had to choose you know I would choose Alias, no question about it........well, I probably would......maybe.....nah....

Ch. 6 "More Angst and Babbling"

Sydney and Danny were walking out of the movie giggling, when she spotted someone in the shadows. She told Danny she had left something in the seat and that she'd meet him outside the movie theater. He gave her a weird look, but did as she asked and left. Sydney walked down the isle pretending she was oblivious to the lurking figure.

She bent down to retrieve the nonexistent object and when she heard a noise behind her she spun around and almost knocked a surprised Will unconscious.

"OW!! Syd, what the hell?"

"Will, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you," Sydney said, trying desperately to explain why she had smacked Will up the side the head.

"So, do you always do that to people who come up behind you?" Will said, while attempting to stop the stars from spinning around and around.

Sydney's weak answer that he had surprised her didn't fly very well. By this time Sydney had realized that if Will was here he had probably seen her with Danny and that he knew that she had lied to him.

Will, by now, had somewhat recovered and only saw a few constellations whirling around his head.

"It's a good thing I came instead of your father or you would really be groun..."

Sydney stopped Will in mid sentence. "What do you mean instead of my father?"

Will, looking a little sheepish, told her of his encounter with the dark lord of the night.

Sydney raced toward the doors, not giving Will a chance to yell at her for duping him.

She ran past Danny and explained to him that she had to go. Danny, a bit bewildered, nodded and watched as she started running breakneck fast down the street, surprisingly agile in her skirt. Then even more baffling was the fact that Will came darting out behind her. Danny, figuring it was probably none of his business, started to walk home. Then deciding otherwise, took off toward Sydney's house.


Jack Bristow was doing something he knew Sydney would not be keen on. He was reading her diary. And so far he wasn't learning what he wanted to. But he was learning.

Dear Diary,

I don't know why my father has to be such a monster. I use to laugh at Will's jokes, but he seems closer to Count Dracula than a regular human being. He never smiles, he never tells me that he's proud of me or anything that would prove he cared anything for me. The last time I remember him smiling was when my mom was alive. Everything would have been better if she hadn't died. I know it sounds bad, but if I had to choose, I would have had my mother survive the crash instead of my dad.

Jack felt as if he had received a blow to the heart. His own daughter wished that he was dead. She would rather have a deceitful, lying, backstabbing woman be alive than him. Well, if that was how she felt than he would give Sydney her wish. He'd stay out of her life.

All of the sudden the front door slammed open and closed. He quickly put the diary back in its supposedly hidden place and met his daughter on her way up the stairs.

"Dad, I'm so sorry. I forgot about..."

Jack held his hand up to stop Sydney from continuing her excuse.

"It's alright."

Sydney had expected him to explode or implode or do something. But here he was telling her it was okay that she had lied to him, and her friend. Was it that he didn't care enough to roar at her? But he had yelled at her for much less. Sydney examined her father. His usual poker face was replaced by something else. It reminded her of the way he had looked after her mother's death. If he wasn't who he was, she would almost swear that he looked like he was about to cry.

"I'll be leaving in the morning," her father said as he turned around and ascended the stairs. Sydney watched as he went into his room and closed the door, looking somehow smaller and older.

A few moments after that Will burst into the house. He saw Sydney sitting on the bottom step, head in her hands. His anger fell away instantly and went to comfort her. Sydney looked up at him and burst into tears. Will let her cry on his shoulder for awhile.

Although Sydney was a much faster runner than both boys and had even had a head start as well, both boys had made surprisingly good time. Will had arrived at Sydney's house a little while after she had and Danny had been just behind Will. That means that when Danny had come up to the Bristow's door he had seen Will and Sydney through the window.

Now Danny had just ran all this way to find out why this girl he liked had ran out on him and why her best male friend had come out of the theater and ran after her. So forgive him for being a little furious at seeing Will holding a crying Sydney. He thought about breaking down the door, but that was a little too dramatic for him and normal people just didn't do that. So while he raged and foamed at the mouth he waited until he could do something. He didn't know what quite yet, but that wouldn't stop him from doing it.

Another person was watching Sydney cry. Jack had been in his room when he had heard the door slam again. For a moment he thought Sydney had left. He sighed and thought about going after her. That was when he heard her cry. He opened the door and was startled to see Will sitting with Sydney. He quickly closed the door and let out another sigh. Was he really a monster?


Back at the evil Sloane's lair the phone rang, as it did every now and again. Security had located Miss Bristow quite easily considering Sloane had hired a personal tail to ensure his favorite student's safety. Security gave its report and Sloane was none too happy about it.


After Sydney had reassured Will numerous times that she was fine, he finally decided to go, but only after he made her swear that she would help him baby sit Amy next Tuesday.

He walked out the door, still upset that she had deserted him for Danny, but glad that he wouldn't have to watch his little sister alone. He had walked about a block when he heard footsteps behind him. Thinking it was Sydney he turned around and received another blow to the face. This just wasn't Will's day.

Will looked up from his position on the ground and was astounded to see the owner of the smack was Danny.

"What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?" Will said, as he tried to get up.

Danny couldn't answer because he was still taken back that he had actually punched someone.

"I, um I saw you....with Sydney...I," Danny sputtered.

"Duh, that's because we're friends. Friends spend time with each other," Will answered back angrily. He had took just as much as he could from this guy.

"Well, I thought you were.... I thought you were trying to steal Sydney from me," Danny answered.

Will responded with disgust. "She's not yours. You make it sound like you own her. You only went out to one movie. Did you think that made her your girlfriend?" he finished angrily.

"You like her don't you?" Danny questioned.

"That's none of your business!" Will retorted.

The two boys both stared at each other until Will, whose temper had been increasing rapidly since he had see Danny with Sydney, finally let loose. They hit and missed and hit and didn't miss and it all resulted in a black eye, a bloody nose, and a few bruises. The fight ended when a neighbor, Mr. Harman, pulled the two away from each other. Now Mr. Harman was a large African American man who had recently retired from a military career and Will, who had thought Mr. Bristow was the most intimidating man he had ever seen, changed his mind. After Mr. Harman gave the boys a talkin' to, they scattered like squirrels.


Marshall poked his head out of the conference room, scanning the halls for someone he knew would be coming. Marshall was very excited. Principal Sloane was currently out of town, so he would get to brief Sydney on the mission himself. Besides the fact that this was a huge responsibility, he didn't mind spending time with Sydney alone. Well, to be perfectly honest he was petrified. He knew he'd screw up even more than usual and then she would think that he was even dorkier than he really was. While Marshall was deep in thought, pondering whether he should have worn the red tie today instead of the blue one, Sydney came down the hall. Now that she was approaching, Marshall quickly got his stuff ready and propped his chin up on top of his hand, trying to look deep in thought. He thought the pose made him look intellectual. Sydney just thought he was day dreaming.

"Marshall?"

"Hey Sydney. Um," he said scrounging around for the papers. "Here's the outline of your mission," he stated as he handed her the folder.

Sydney flipped through the folder and nodded, anxious to get to track practice. After what seemed like an eternity, Marshall began.

"Ok, so you know how a lot of people are absent minded. Me for instance.... ," Marshall said raising his hand. "Like one day I was walking along and I realized I...."

"Marshall, I have to get to practice soon," Syd reminded him.

"Oh yeah, of course. You're on the....where you run...."

Sydney nodded.

"Anyway people like me get little pouches to put pencils and pens and stuff in so we don't forget anything. Besides they're much cooler than putting them in your pocket or...," he stopped when he saw Syd look at her watch. Then faking a TV salesman voice he continued, "Okay, so today you get not only this beautiful pouch complete with this rhinestone design, but besides looking fabulously funky, the big jewel in the middle is a camera lens. Flip it open and press this dark gem here on the top and wala! It's a Kodak moment! But that's not all. Call right now," Marshall brought his hand up to his face and pretended his hand was a phone. "Ring, ring....and you also get a marvelous calculating calculator. Now this isn't a normal calculator you'd use when you want to know the square root of 85 times 45,000 minus the square root of 23. It's 1,955.760334 by the way." Seeing Sydney looking unimpressed he continued, "This nifty piece of plastic and wire enables you to download files with the touch of a button. This one actually," he said, turning the calculator so Sydney could see which one he meant.

"I thought of it myself. Who would ever think pressing a delete button would get you info? You think it'd be the enter button or....."

"Marshall how do I use it?" Sydney said interrupting the rambling Marshall.

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea 'cuz otherwise you couldn't get the ....okay I'm babbling again. You just set it on the computer, press delete and it's smooth sailing... unless you get caught, but I guess you already know that. So on to the last of my creations." Marshall tried to do a evil genius laugh, but it didn't fly.

"Looks like a common eraser right? Like when you're writing a note about how horrid your teacher is and the teacher says," Marshall began to mimic a high pitched, squeaky female voice, "Marshall, what have you got?" Then returning to his normal voice. "So you're trying desperately to erase all the bad things you wrote and...." Marshall suddenly became aware of Sydney staring at him. "The eraser admits a heavy gas. You conveniently drop it in a room full of people and when you're far enough away you take this," he said while pulling out a pen. "It's one of those multi color pens. Push this you have blue, pink, purple, green," he told Sydney as he pushed each color down. "Push this baby," he said pointing to the black. "This one activates the eraser."


This was probably one of my favorite chapters. I love writing Marshall and considering I actually know someone a lot like him, it's not hard to do.

To mm and sweetsouthernbell07: I love Vaughn too, and write now I'm trying to figure out how to introduce him, but I'm kinda stuck on a certain problem that I'll want everyone's opinion on after that chapter is posted.

To Drama Queens Rule: Yes they do rule and that was Irina on the phone. And you are definetly not boring me to tears by reviewing so much. The more the merrier!

To Rach5: I'm glad you like the way Syd and Jack interact. I'm slowly trying to get them to have a better relationship and there will be a turn in the tide pretty soon. (Hee tide! I didn't realize it until after I'd writen it, but that was a clue! Just think of a movie with Victor Garber in it that has a Jack character.)