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WOW!! Okay, usually the first chapter doesn't get me like that but WOW!!! OMG THAT WAS SOOOO AMAZING!! PLEASE POST MORE SOON!!
And Then There Was One
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The Kate Vartan
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oooo! yay! another fic by alias elle! i haven't read since...hmmm...a new hope, i think, yikes, scary thought. i'm really excited about this one, so get your fingers typing!
Alias Elle
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that is scary. When I re-read A New Hope, I think, 'God, I don't even remember what happened in this story. Has it been that long?' Sometimes I amaze myself with the dull machetes...
~Me :angel2:
~Me :angel2:
Alias*Kelli
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You have to write on this story soon!~
Alias Elle
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Ch. 1 (the previous little thing was a prologue; this is still in Syd's POV *and in this story, Emily is never killed, just taken into CIA custody.*)
It was early April when the world was coming alive again. The air was fresh, the flowers were blooming, and love was in the air. Well, for me at least. One early morning I was at CIA Headquarters...
**
"Sydney, good morning. Kendall wanted me to tell you the meeting will start in two minutes. Not that that's much of a heads-up," he said with a sly grin. By having Dixon there, it was just like the old days at SD-6 before I found out about all the deception and lies. I returned the smile.
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." He walked away, and I resumed my search. I hadn't amazingly seen Vaughn for a couple of days, and hoped he would be there. To my complete surprise, he came walking out of the back rooms where I had previously been interrogated. His eyes were bloodshot, he had big bags under them, and his clothes were rumpled. I noted that he was also missing the tie he had been wearing two days ago, and his hair looked more messed up than usual.
"Hey, how'd it go in there?" I said as he approached me.
"Well, I still work here," he said in a light-hearted tone, his face brightening up almost instantly.
"That's good. So I guess they'll be keeping you around for a while, huh?" I returned.
"Guess so."
"Come on. There's a meeting. National security, Sloane, the usual." I took his arm and guided him towards the meeting room, helping him into a chair. He ran his hands through his hair and stretched.
"Morning, kids. Alright, here's a new game for everyone. After our recent recapture of Derevko, there's been new intel Sloane's looking to spring her again. And since I still haven't been given full operational control of the CIA, Jack, do you have any suggestions?" Kendall's voice was somewhat bitter at this last statement, but I brushed it off and turned to face my dad.
"Sloane won't believe we'll be stupid enough to pull what we did last time," my dad said thoughtfully, hands together under his chin. "So, I think we need some new people, people Sloane could conceivably trust."
"Dad, what about sending in people Sloane knew? A group of ten or twelve, maybe?"
"That could be possible. Who do you suggest?" He could probably see the wheels turning in my mind, but I knew he was thinking the same thing, so I continued.
"Hmm... you, Dixon, Vaughn, Will, Marshall, mom, Emily, Weiss and me. Derevko and Emily could go in first, followed by Dixon, Marshall and Weiss, and Vaughn, you and I could come in as prisoners willing to work with him. It'll get the key players inside."
"That's a fairytale, Miss Bristow. Sloane would be able to see through that in a heartbeat," Kendall said quickly, standing up from his one-foot-up-on-a-chair act and shaking his head. "There's no way it would work."
"Now, hold on," Dixon said, reaching his hand out from under his chin and giving it a slight shake. "Sloane only knows who Sydney, Vaughn and Jack are. I don't believe he suspects Emily yet, and he may not even know Derevko's been captured again. Will could go to him and say something, I don't know, anything about keeping SD-6 out of the papers from other sources or that kind of stuff. He probably wouldn't suspect."
"Probably not. But what if on the off chance he does suspect?" Jack started, but Marshall cut in, seeming to come out of a terrified trance.
"Wait, me? I just, you know, I'm better around here, missions aren't really my thing, Sydney could tell you. I'm better at the staying home and watching the Discovery channel. By the way, did anyone see that documentary on Japan? I tell you, it was the greatest--"
"Marshall! Now is not the time." Judging from his lack of sleep and Marshall's irrelevant ramblings, I thought Vaughn had just let go, so I decided to start wrapping things up.
"Look, Dad, why don't we meet back here tomorrow and you can give us the final decision. I think we should all go home and think this over," I said, trying to emphasize how people should go home and think this over. Everyone except Vaughn nodded their heads in agreement and started filing out. Vaughn looked half dead, so I slung his arm over my shoulder and helped him make it to my car.
**
So you see, I was ultimately the one who laid the groundwork for this mission-gone-wrong. Little did I know what was yet to come.
~Me :angel2:
It was early April when the world was coming alive again. The air was fresh, the flowers were blooming, and love was in the air. Well, for me at least. One early morning I was at CIA Headquarters...
**
"Sydney, good morning. Kendall wanted me to tell you the meeting will start in two minutes. Not that that's much of a heads-up," he said with a sly grin. By having Dixon there, it was just like the old days at SD-6 before I found out about all the deception and lies. I returned the smile.
"Okay. I'll be there in a minute." He walked away, and I resumed my search. I hadn't amazingly seen Vaughn for a couple of days, and hoped he would be there. To my complete surprise, he came walking out of the back rooms where I had previously been interrogated. His eyes were bloodshot, he had big bags under them, and his clothes were rumpled. I noted that he was also missing the tie he had been wearing two days ago, and his hair looked more messed up than usual.
"Hey, how'd it go in there?" I said as he approached me.
"Well, I still work here," he said in a light-hearted tone, his face brightening up almost instantly.
"That's good. So I guess they'll be keeping you around for a while, huh?" I returned.
"Guess so."
"Come on. There's a meeting. National security, Sloane, the usual." I took his arm and guided him towards the meeting room, helping him into a chair. He ran his hands through his hair and stretched.
"Morning, kids. Alright, here's a new game for everyone. After our recent recapture of Derevko, there's been new intel Sloane's looking to spring her again. And since I still haven't been given full operational control of the CIA, Jack, do you have any suggestions?" Kendall's voice was somewhat bitter at this last statement, but I brushed it off and turned to face my dad.
"Sloane won't believe we'll be stupid enough to pull what we did last time," my dad said thoughtfully, hands together under his chin. "So, I think we need some new people, people Sloane could conceivably trust."
"Dad, what about sending in people Sloane knew? A group of ten or twelve, maybe?"
"That could be possible. Who do you suggest?" He could probably see the wheels turning in my mind, but I knew he was thinking the same thing, so I continued.
"Hmm... you, Dixon, Vaughn, Will, Marshall, mom, Emily, Weiss and me. Derevko and Emily could go in first, followed by Dixon, Marshall and Weiss, and Vaughn, you and I could come in as prisoners willing to work with him. It'll get the key players inside."
"That's a fairytale, Miss Bristow. Sloane would be able to see through that in a heartbeat," Kendall said quickly, standing up from his one-foot-up-on-a-chair act and shaking his head. "There's no way it would work."
"Now, hold on," Dixon said, reaching his hand out from under his chin and giving it a slight shake. "Sloane only knows who Sydney, Vaughn and Jack are. I don't believe he suspects Emily yet, and he may not even know Derevko's been captured again. Will could go to him and say something, I don't know, anything about keeping SD-6 out of the papers from other sources or that kind of stuff. He probably wouldn't suspect."
"Probably not. But what if on the off chance he does suspect?" Jack started, but Marshall cut in, seeming to come out of a terrified trance.
"Wait, me? I just, you know, I'm better around here, missions aren't really my thing, Sydney could tell you. I'm better at the staying home and watching the Discovery channel. By the way, did anyone see that documentary on Japan? I tell you, it was the greatest--"
"Marshall! Now is not the time." Judging from his lack of sleep and Marshall's irrelevant ramblings, I thought Vaughn had just let go, so I decided to start wrapping things up.
"Look, Dad, why don't we meet back here tomorrow and you can give us the final decision. I think we should all go home and think this over," I said, trying to emphasize how people should go home and think this over. Everyone except Vaughn nodded their heads in agreement and started filing out. Vaughn looked half dead, so I slung his arm over my shoulder and helped him make it to my car.
**
So you see, I was ultimately the one who laid the groundwork for this mission-gone-wrong. Little did I know what was yet to come.
~Me :angel2:
Scarlet Crystal
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cool! write more.
Aliasfan23
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this is good keep writing
kleverkitten
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I like this, and I have a sense that this will be a wild ride- I have my tissues ready! 
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Is this going to be one of those superman complex type things? (You know, where the actor who plays superman is forever labeled as the guy who played superman, nothing else.) I'm not DD obsessive, I just like that fic, it's fun. Sheesh. Does that mean you don't like the stories that have the stuff you mentioned in them? 'Cause that's like all I have posted here...
But that's besides the point. This is a really awesome fic so far. I really like how you have Sydney narrating, very angsty. Who are the two missing from the dead? Hmmm... this is definitally going to be one of those really good fics. Can't wait to see more!
^--- see kids, this is what happens when you're mind is still awake but your body goes to sleep... *gonna shut up now*...
Alias Elle
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It's not that I don't like those kinds of fics, in fact, some of my fav stories on here are like that, it's just, there's a lot of them. I'm just trying to make this one different. Kudos to those authors b/c some of the ideas are incredible and the writing is beyond belief, this is just an abstract thing.
~Me :angel2:
~Me :angel2:
Alias Elle
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Okay, since spywolf is being all not writey, I decided to do Ch. 2. of this story. Just a note, remember, Emily is in CIA custody as is Irina. Okay, here it goes. Oh, and also, it's still in Syd's POV.
So, after that meeting that day, Vaughn and I went back to his place. Amazingly enough, we just talked most of the night. There were what some people would call, "April showers," but it was more like "April hurricanes." I had been thinking about the mission non-stop since we got home, wondering if we would all make it out alive. Guess not.
**
"Vaughn, are you really alright?" I said, sitting down on the couch next to him and handing him a cup of coffee, decaf.
"Syd, I'm fine. I just-- I don't know if I'm up to this mission."
"What!?" I hadn't expected this out of him. I had thought he would be behind me one hundred percent.
"It's just-- this could be our most dangerous mission yet. And to think that we're endangering the lives of some good people... and some not so good people... is just heartbreaking." He looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew that wasn't the real reason, but I decided to try to talk him into it.
"Look, Vaughn-- Michael-- this is our chance. The chance to be free to live our lives the way we want to. Don't you want to take it?"
"Syd, I don't want to endanger your life. Sloane's a dangerous man, and after all you've been through this year, I just don't think this is a good idea." I sat there for a moment in shock. Was he seriously trying to pull the handler card on me? Then, sadly enough, shock turned into anger.
"You know what? If that's the way you want it Agent Vaughn, fine. I'll do the mission, and you can stay behind at Ops and monitor. Alright?" I huffed out, suddenly feeling very tired. When he spoke again, I could tell he was equally angry.
"Agent Bristow, do you know exactly what you are putting at stake? Your friends, your family, everything you hold dear will be put at risk because of some ultimate goal you have of catching this bastard. And that's not fair to any of them!" He stood up and walked a few feet away from me. I looked down with tears in my eyes.
"I-- I guess I never thought of it like that."
"No, you didn't. You're so tunnel-visioned on getting Sloane that you don't see anything else. Now Sydney, tell me something. Do you want to take down Sloane because he is a threat to national security, or-- to you?" I looked up at him and I'm almost positive my jaw dropped.
"You think this is personal?" I said indignantly.
"Oh, Syd, of course it is!" He was almost yelling by now, and I think I was too.
"You know what, Agent Vaughn, I don't need you! I don't need your help, and I-- damn it, I don't need anyone! I'll do this by myself if I have to!" I was definitely shouting by now. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. But that only meant I was going to fight him ten times more.
"Fine! Go get yourself killed and see where you end up! Because it certainly won't be back here!" He stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door. I grabbed my coat in a huff and walked out the front door.
*
The next day, I got there with barely enough time to put my coat down before my dad was leading me into debrief, probably telling me something that I didn't hear. Now I knew why they didn't want agents dating; it preoccupied their minds and they couldn't focus.
"Morning people. Alright, Jack, what's the verdict?" Kendall said with a smug grin. 'Does the man ever smile?' I thought to myself.
"I believe we should test it out first. We'll send Emily and Dixon in first. I don't see a point in sending in the entire team if the first two won't succeed." The door swished open, and I saw Vaughn stalk in, looking glum. He took a seat as far away from me as possible.
"Jack, you're compromising two people's lives. Are you sure you want to do this?" Leave it to Kendall to second guess everything, right down to which hair gel to use.
"I'm positive. Sloane doesn't suspect either of them yet. Once they are in, we'll have Irina make contact telling him she's setting up a new organization with some of his old people and if he'd be interested in working with her. We'll even offer Rambaldi artifacts just to get him interested. Questions?" he said, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Um, Mr., uh, Agent Bris-- Mr. Bristow, do I really have to do this?" Marshall stuttered with a terrified look on his face. The rest of the people in the room all had stony looks on their faces, "compartmentalizing" their feelings of sheer terror.
"Everyone in this room will be involved." My dad's tone was final. Everyone got up and started to file out, but Marshall touched my arm.
"Sydney, um, could I-- can we talk?" he said, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"Sure." We stayed in the conference room, and after several minutes of pacing, he began.
"Sydney, is there any way you could get me out of this? I really don't want to, well, you know."
"Marshall, I believe we could really use you on this mission," I said, choosing my words carefully.
"But, um, would I actually, you know, would I have to do anything like, um, last time?"
"No, of course not. You'd just be a tech guy. Don't worry, it won't be like last time." I stroked his arm and he looked down.
"Th- thanks, Syd. I, um, guess I was never made for the uh, action, aspect of this job." He gave me a small wave and walked out. Through the clear glass doors, I saw Vaughn looking at me, but I couldn't quite decipher the look on his face. Guilt, remorse, even anger? I couldn't tell. But for the moment I decided to forget about him. There was work to be done.
Next part; the mission. Read and review!
~Me :angel2:
So, after that meeting that day, Vaughn and I went back to his place. Amazingly enough, we just talked most of the night. There were what some people would call, "April showers," but it was more like "April hurricanes." I had been thinking about the mission non-stop since we got home, wondering if we would all make it out alive. Guess not.
**
"Vaughn, are you really alright?" I said, sitting down on the couch next to him and handing him a cup of coffee, decaf.
"Syd, I'm fine. I just-- I don't know if I'm up to this mission."
"What!?" I hadn't expected this out of him. I had thought he would be behind me one hundred percent.
"It's just-- this could be our most dangerous mission yet. And to think that we're endangering the lives of some good people... and some not so good people... is just heartbreaking." He looked at me with pleading eyes. I knew that wasn't the real reason, but I decided to try to talk him into it.
"Look, Vaughn-- Michael-- this is our chance. The chance to be free to live our lives the way we want to. Don't you want to take it?"
"Syd, I don't want to endanger your life. Sloane's a dangerous man, and after all you've been through this year, I just don't think this is a good idea." I sat there for a moment in shock. Was he seriously trying to pull the handler card on me? Then, sadly enough, shock turned into anger.
"You know what? If that's the way you want it Agent Vaughn, fine. I'll do the mission, and you can stay behind at Ops and monitor. Alright?" I huffed out, suddenly feeling very tired. When he spoke again, I could tell he was equally angry.
"Agent Bristow, do you know exactly what you are putting at stake? Your friends, your family, everything you hold dear will be put at risk because of some ultimate goal you have of catching this bastard. And that's not fair to any of them!" He stood up and walked a few feet away from me. I looked down with tears in my eyes.
"I-- I guess I never thought of it like that."
"No, you didn't. You're so tunnel-visioned on getting Sloane that you don't see anything else. Now Sydney, tell me something. Do you want to take down Sloane because he is a threat to national security, or-- to you?" I looked up at him and I'm almost positive my jaw dropped.
"You think this is personal?" I said indignantly.
"Oh, Syd, of course it is!" He was almost yelling by now, and I think I was too.
"You know what, Agent Vaughn, I don't need you! I don't need your help, and I-- damn it, I don't need anyone! I'll do this by myself if I have to!" I was definitely shouting by now. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was right. But that only meant I was going to fight him ten times more.
"Fine! Go get yourself killed and see where you end up! Because it certainly won't be back here!" He stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door. I grabbed my coat in a huff and walked out the front door.
*
The next day, I got there with barely enough time to put my coat down before my dad was leading me into debrief, probably telling me something that I didn't hear. Now I knew why they didn't want agents dating; it preoccupied their minds and they couldn't focus.
"Morning people. Alright, Jack, what's the verdict?" Kendall said with a smug grin. 'Does the man ever smile?' I thought to myself.
"I believe we should test it out first. We'll send Emily and Dixon in first. I don't see a point in sending in the entire team if the first two won't succeed." The door swished open, and I saw Vaughn stalk in, looking glum. He took a seat as far away from me as possible.
"Jack, you're compromising two people's lives. Are you sure you want to do this?" Leave it to Kendall to second guess everything, right down to which hair gel to use.
"I'm positive. Sloane doesn't suspect either of them yet. Once they are in, we'll have Irina make contact telling him she's setting up a new organization with some of his old people and if he'd be interested in working with her. We'll even offer Rambaldi artifacts just to get him interested. Questions?" he said, looking quite pleased with himself.
"Um, Mr., uh, Agent Bris-- Mr. Bristow, do I really have to do this?" Marshall stuttered with a terrified look on his face. The rest of the people in the room all had stony looks on their faces, "compartmentalizing" their feelings of sheer terror.
"Everyone in this room will be involved." My dad's tone was final. Everyone got up and started to file out, but Marshall touched my arm.
"Sydney, um, could I-- can we talk?" he said, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
"Sure." We stayed in the conference room, and after several minutes of pacing, he began.
"Sydney, is there any way you could get me out of this? I really don't want to, well, you know."
"Marshall, I believe we could really use you on this mission," I said, choosing my words carefully.
"But, um, would I actually, you know, would I have to do anything like, um, last time?"
"No, of course not. You'd just be a tech guy. Don't worry, it won't be like last time." I stroked his arm and he looked down.
"Th- thanks, Syd. I, um, guess I was never made for the uh, action, aspect of this job." He gave me a small wave and walked out. Through the clear glass doors, I saw Vaughn looking at me, but I couldn't quite decipher the look on his face. Guilt, remorse, even anger? I couldn't tell. But for the moment I decided to forget about him. There was work to be done.
Next part; the mission. Read and review!
~Me :angel2:
aliaschick4mv
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THAT WAS REALLY GOOD! I hate it when Syd and Vaughn fight. Although it tends to turn out pretty well in the end.
I hate it when Syd and Vaughn fight. Although it tends to turn out pretty well in the end.totally4alias10
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Wow!! This is a great story!!! I luv your stories!! 