A/N: Since I got so much positive feedback on TFAAD:

I'll make another one without Lauren, like so many requested. But you have to wait until 2 and 3 of TFAAD are up.

Another Note: It's been 2 months, October 1st, Syd's Funeral. Basically a flashback.

Chapter Two: Tears of Ash

That morning, I woke feeling something fuzzy. It felt like...love. Then, I doubled over in pain, clutching at my heart. The entire time, I though about the date.

October 1st, the best and worst day of my life.

I couldn't believe Fate was cruel enough to put my beloved's funeral on the once happiest day of my life. I could just picture the day she walked in...

FLASHBACK

I had spent all day writing a mission report. Secretly, I was hoping for a change in routine Then Phyllis, the lobby secretary, called my office.

" Sir, you have a walk-in."

When I heard that, I could've sworn my heart stopped beating. A Walk-In, A.K.A.: An Alliance operative. I could just picture them: All proper and snotty, in a Chanel or Armani suit, saying their superior gave them a bad assignment so they were going double. I chuckled at my own imagination. Then I remembered Phyllis was still on.

" Sir? What should I do?"

" Have her write a statement, then send both to me. I'll figure it out."

About two hours later, someone knocked on my door. I ran a hand through my hair and sat up straight.

" Come in."

The person who came through looked nothing like the proper b I had imagined. She was wearing a leather stealth suit, combat boots, an impossibly pink wig, and a bruise on her lip, like someone had pulled out a tooth. But that wasn't what had my attention. It was her emotionless expression, betrayed by her beautifully deep brown eyes, which were full of pain and anguish and...revenge. I suddenly felt very bad for this stranger, but I felt even worse for whoever she wanted revenge upon.

(A/N: I do not own any Alias DVDs, my memory is fuzzy, and my mom won't take me to Blockbuster right now, so I've changed the conversation)

" Hello, my name is Michael Vaughn..."

" Can we just get this over with? I have a briefing at noon," the candy-haired devil snapped.

" Sure. Just hand me your statement, then you can go. As soon as we are able, we shall call your home number Ms..." I looked at the statement,"...Bristow, masquerading as Joey's Pizza. You should respond and say 'wrong number', then take precautions to come to L.A. pier warehouse 47 precisely one hour after the phone call. Are we in agreement?" I stated bored as hell. Company policy was long, boring, and completely f up in my opinion. I hoped this meeting would only take 10 minutes. Unfortunately, Ms.Bristow had a different idea.

" THAT'S ALL? SO, BASICALLY YOU'RE SAYING: AS SOON AS WE'RE SURE YOU'RE NOT SOME SCREWED UP PSYCHOPATH, AND WHEN WE FEEL LIKE GETTING OFF OUR ARMANI A, WE'LL GIVE YOU A FRIGGIN CALL!" I watched in amazement as Sydney Bristow blew up in my office, releasing every bit of rage she had stored in that lovely curved body of hers. Her ranting went on for about 10 minutes, in about 9 different languages. Devlin and Kendall were in the hallway, interested by the crazy looking woman with pink hair and a missing molar. ' Well, this will be very interesting...' I thought as Sydney continued her rant in rapid Cantonese.

Hey guys, I've hit writer's block, so this is all I've got. I know it's not that good, but it's late, I'm bored, and I'm going cross-eyed from sitting in front of a computer for 7 hours. Message me for ideas ( no more anti-Lauren. You want her out, you say you want more of TFAAD)

Sage