Small World

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Alias Numps

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A/N: Okay this is a fic that my friend from school, Becky, and I have been writing since early March. lol. We're on chapter 22 right now but I've only typed up to eight. But that's not the point right now. lol. This is one of Becky's first fan fics, self or co written. So make her feel welcome. lol. Ok, enjoy now. :smiley:

<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'>Small World</span>

Chapter One (By Becky)
Rory’s POV

“...write a one page report on the French Revolution for tomorrow, and be sure to include your point of view on the revolution,” Mr. McWeltles states as I run a hand through my slightly curly brown hair. The aftertaste of mint Trident gum is still in my mouth since I had to spit it out because the teacher caught me chewing it in class. So what? Another detention. Big deal.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

The eighth period bell finally rings. I pick up my books and hurry out of the classroom. It’s Tuesday, my favorite day of the week. I have swimming practice tonight. I think about it on the way to my locker. Although it’s only a short distance from last period to my locker, it’s hard to get into as it’s always crowded with the “popular kids.”

My sister’s locker is right next to mine and they all crowd around it like it’s some throne as they gossip with my sister. My blue eyes glare at her as I wait for her posse to move out of the way. I throw my books in and pull out my black one strap bookbag.

I turn on the balls of my feet just in time to escape another prep crowd.

I walk home and the spring petals floating off the trees rustle by my sides. As I wait to cross the street, a pay phone suddenly rings. I ignore the first three but finally, curiosity gets the best of me and I pick it up. “...Hello?”

All I hear on the other end is fuzz, then it clears just enough for me to hear my sister’s name spoken quickly. More static.

The line goes dead.

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A/N: Not bad for one of her first, is it? Convince her of that, cause she’s not sure. Lol. I know it doesn’t really seem like an Alias fic yet, but it’ll start to hint things in the next chap. Review please! This one hasn't been having much luck with reviews.
 
I think it's a great start!! 👍
I already like it!! :woot:
Hope you'll update soon !! :smiley:
Could you please send me a PM when you've updated?THANKS!! ;)

P.S:Congratulate Becky for me!!She did a good job!!! :D
 
A/N: Ok, now we’re gonna get more into the world of Alias. Lol. :smiley:

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Chapter Two: (By Dani)
Skye’s POV

Sometimes in school I see my sister walking down the hallway. Usually, she’s not alone. She may not be Little Miss Prom Queen, but she’s got her own style and her own circle of friends that she seems to be pretty content with.

I’m sure you’ve already formulated a huge persona for me in your head, one that includes a bubbly, ditzy, and somewhat snobby girl who gets voted president of everything, has a new boyfriend every week to get to home base with, and struggles to maintain a 2.5 GPA.

Please, I’m begging you to be the minority and trash that assumption before it escalates. The truth is, I look the role of the person described above, with my poker straight honey blonde hair and sea-green eyes. I try my best to be nice to people but often, I’m the one being written off. I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment and I’m still a virgin. My GPA is almost as high as my sister’s. It’s both my sister’s and my senior year and I’ve managed a 3.96.

So every day I ask myself... why do I put myself in the situation that allows people to stereotype me? I feel as unfriendly towards my own crowd as Rory and her friends do. Sometimes the truth hurts, and the truth is that I’m not happy.

I want friends who take me seriously, who I can take seriously. Friends who care about something besides what fashion to make fun of on some poor kid, then steal and make a trend a week later. But most of all, I don’t want my sister to be ashamed of me. But I’ve come too far and dug myself in too deep to turn back now.

I drive home from school thinking about all this. I reach our apartment building and park in the lot, then head to our apartment, 3B. As I fumble for my key in the hallway, my neighbor from 4B exits into the hall.

Now I have to admit, my neighbor is pretty damn hot, with his always somewhat tousled light brown hair and bright green eyes that, until recently, always seemed troubled. But I try to not think of him in that way since he’s been almost like an older brother to my sister and me since we were three, and now he’s exactly twice my age.

Today, he wears dark blue jeans, a black button down shirt, and a smile. He’s been smiling and wearing clothes other than suits a lot lately.

“Looking snazzy, Mike,” I comment, grinning.

He laughs. “Thanks, Skye. So where’s your sister?”

I shrug. “Who knows? So... hot date with that mystery woman again, I guess.”

“Maybe.”

“When do I get to meet this girl, anyway?”

“When you stop blasting Good Charlotte music off the terrace. The windows aren’t sound proof, you know.”

I finally produce my key and stick it in the lock. “Deal. So what’s she like? She’d better be more suitable than Alice. Let me tell you Mike, I don’t know what you were thinking.”

“Only seventeen and yet so wise in the ways of romance.”

“Stop avoiding my questions,” I throw back.

“Ever think of a career in law?” he jokes. I sigh, exasperated. He gives in. “Fine. She’s... she’s brilliant. She’s kind, caring, strong... gorgeous.”

“Wow, sounds like a catch.”

“She is... I’ve never met anyone quite like Sydney before.”

Ha! He’s caught. “Ah, so Mystery Girl finally has a name. Sydney.”

He smiles, defeated. “Alright, you win this time. But I’ve got to go or I’ll be late.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want to keep Sy-y-y-dney waiting,” I say, drawing out her name obnoxiously like I used to do when my sister had a crush in elementary school.

“Ha. Tell Rory I said hey and sorry I missed her. Bye!”

“Later.”

He disappears down the hallway and I enter my empty apartment, wondering exactly what the hidden deal with ‘Sydney’ is and if she has anything to do with Mike’s ‘secret government job.’
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A/N: And so the plot thickens... lol. Review!
 
Hey, this is a cool fic. I read parts of it on the ff.net site. I really like it, but i don't really understand the direction it's going. Hurry and post more so I can find out. <if i'm being obnoxious, tell me> anyway, can you PM me when you post more?
 
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, guys! xdancer, Ms.MichaelVaughn, everyone else that I can’t list... lol you guys all rock. Well, now for chapter three.

Chapter Three- Rory’s POV
By Becky

I enter my apartment, the inside screaming the style of my sister. As I walk towards my room, she calls out. “Rory, is that you?”

“No, it’s some burglar who is going to kidnap, rape, and murder you,” I reply sarcastically.

“Funny!” she says, returning the sarcasm.

I walk into my room. I love my deep purple walls and bright green ceiling. The walls are pretty much bare except for the corners where I’ve taped up pictures of my friends.

My black and white plaid bedspread and comforter look welcoming, but I turn down the offer. I drop my black tote bag and walk out into the kitchen. I open the refrigerator.

Skye’s Diet Pepsi cans fill the shelves. I hate all Pepsi products. Coke is way better. I push through the popular cans of soda to a coke can. Regular. No diet for me. I open the can and take a sip, sitting down at the green kitchen counter.

I begin to think about the strange event this afternoon. That had been a pretty weird phone call. I wonder how the person knew my sister’s name. It’s probably just one of my friends playing a joke. But still.

I get up and walk back into my room. I sit on my bed and take another sip of Coke. I crack my ankles. I reach for my cordless phone and hit ‘talk,’ then put the phone up to my ear. I’m surprised to hear two voices, fading in and out with the static.

Two deep voices. It can’t be Skye. I can only hear bits of what they’re saying through the fuzz.

“Do...have it?”

“Yes.”

“...she...take...bait?”

“Yes.”

“Move on... ‘E.’”

“...course.”

I hang up shakily and press ‘talk’ again.

The phone line is dead.
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A/N: Ok I know there are LOTS of weird phone calls and stuff relating to phones in this... but it’ll all come together later so deal w/ it now. Lol. Review! Thanks.
 
Thanx, hun!

Ok guys I forgot to mention- this fic began right after Double Agent. So at first it's post Double agent, but we've been writing it since. So there might be a couple references to other episodes. I'm pretty sure we haven't involved the finale though. Yet. lol.
 
A/N: For those of you on ff.net- pay no mind to the frivolous comment made by one “EthanHawkeTrueLove.” I assure you she meant no harm... coughcoughcough. Lol. (In other words, it was Becky being stupid... lol )

Chapter Four- Skye’s POV
By Dani

“What’s up with you?” I ask Rory as she stares at the phone.

“Um, nothing. I’m... I’m fine.”

“Okay,” I say, unsure. “Ok, um, Mike said hi.”

Rory just nods, looking down at her hand intently as though they’re incredibly fascinating sight to behold.

“You sure you’re okay?” I press.

“Uh-huh. I’m going to swim practice. See you,” she tells me as she rises from her seat.

“Swim’s not till seven. It’s only 5:30,” I point out.

“I’m going to visit Uncle Marshall first,” Rory calls back over her shoulder as she opens the door and leaves.

I sign online, talk to a couple of people, sign off, do some homework. Not that homework matters much. First of all, it’s Spring Break now. No school for a week. ((A/N: I know earlier on we made a comment about an essay being due the next day, but ignore that. It was a mistake. Lol)) Second of all, all my college applications have been sent in and I even got early acceptance to one of my first choice schools, Princeton.

When I finish my small amount of homework, (I like to finish even if I don’t have school the next day so I don’t have to worry about it later.) my mom arrives home.

“Hey,” I greet her.

“Hi, Honey. How was your day?”

“Fine.”

“Where’s the twin?”

“She went to Uncle Marshall’s and I guess he’ll give her a ride to swim.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Mom,” I begin, “don’t you think she spends a little too much time at Uncle Marshall’s? I mean, she’s seventeen and it’s like she never sees daylight.”

“Well, the man is a mathematical and scientific genius, and you know how important M.I.T. is to her. I think it’s good for her. Besides, I don’t hear her complaining when you’re always hanging out with Michael.”

“Yeah, well, Mike’s cool,” I mutter. Not that I don’t love my Uncle Marshall immensely. He’s just.... eccentric. And he doesn’t have the best social skills.

“Mom, I’m gonna go for a drive.”

“Alright... any special requests for dinner?”

“Umm... ravioli?”

“Sounds good. Be back by 6:30.”

“Uh-huh.”

I grab my keys and I’m out the door.

As I speed along the roads, I once again get to thinking about Michael’s girlfriend. I know it’s none of my business, but the whole thing seems so shady. For someone he’s only been dating for like, a month, it’s as if they’re already married or something. Yet I’ve never once seen her go into Mike’s apartment.

But maybe it’s just one of those relationships you read about in books and see in movies... maybe they’re soul mates or something.

Maybe he knew he was in love with her since the first time he saw her a month ago. Maybe he knew her for more then a month.....

Maybe there’s a whole lot more to this story than my buddy Mike is letting me believe. Suddenly, I get an idea. I take a U-turn back to my apartment building.

I’m going to find out about this “Sydney,” even if I have to break a law or two to do it.
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A/N: Pllleeeeease review, even if it’s like “EthanHawkeTrueLove”’s. lol. :-D
 
Chapter Five- Rory’s POV
By Becky

I walk up the walkway to Uncle Marshall’s house. His house is pretty normal looking except he has like ten different thermometers outside. I walk up the walkway and ring the doorbell.

“Enter at your own risk,” says a mechanical voice.

I open the door and step in. There are papers and left over sushi containers everywhere. On the walls, there are framed portraits of his mom, Skye, him, and me.

“Uncle Marshall?”

“Down here!”

I open the door to the basement and hop down the stairs.

Uncle Marshall is dancing in front of a green screen.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just.... taping myself. I’m gonna put myself in a film to make it look like I’m dancing with those Rocket girls who kick their legs up and down... you know?” He stops dancing and walks over to his computer.

“Interesting.”

“Where’s Skye? I haven’t seen her in a while. I mean, not like I’m seeing her as in dating her, obviously. Seeing her as my niece.”

I giggle as I listen to him. “I don’t know, probably shopping at Aerospatiale or something,” I reply. “Like, oh my Gawd!” I squeal, mocking my sister’s voice.

“Oh well...” he turns around and looks at me from his swivel chair.

“Hey, um, Uncle Marshall, there was something I wanted to tell you about. I answered this weird phone call on a pay pho-“

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep"

A bell goes off. I cover my ears because it’s so loud. Uncle Marshall runs upstairs and then calls down to me "Oh my God, she’s here, to see me. Not Skye, because we're not seeing each other. It's Carrie!" He sounds so nervous.

I run upstairs to try to clean up the hallway form all the leftover food containers. I straighten up all the pictures on the wall. The door bell rings and someone starts to open the door.

"Thanks for helping me with my homework Uncle Marshall, I'll see you later, ok?" I say as sweetly as I can, making sure Carrie heard me. I give him a hug and head out the door. On my way out he gives me a glance as if to say thanks.

"Marshall, I didn't know you had such a cute niece-," I hear Carrie say as I close the door.

My cell phone rings its usual Nokia tune. I answer it, "Hello?"

All there is is static and then someone hangs up. I am so pissed. I want to move to Norway where they don't have cell phones. I get into my red pickup truck and start driving to swim practice. My phone rings again. I throw it out the window.
 
hey, you've changed this story some. it's different than the one at ff.net, or am i going crazy? either way, it's really good.
 
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