undercover_spy
Cadet
As Long As She Can Remember
Rating- I don't know, considering I haven't wrote the whole thing yet, but I would say only like PG, possibly PG-13 at parts
Disclaimer- Phew, I wish I owned this amazing show!
Genre- S/V, and Spy Fam
Description- Sydney and Irina Derevko are mother and daughter, trying to bring forth the work of a 15th century prophet, Milo Rambaldi. Sydney has lived this life for as long as she can remember, but she feels something is missing, like her mother is keeping something from her. Will Sydney risk everything that she has ever known to uncover the deep secrets that have been kept from her?
I've started this a long time ago, and I just saw it today when I was going through all of the stuff I've written. I realized that there are a lot of different, interesting things that I could do with this, so I decided that I would post the first chapter to see what people think of it. Plus, I am desparatly waiting for season 5 to start back up again, so I need something to take my mind off the fact that Alias is not on right now
. So read and reply !!
Chapter 1
Sixteen Years Ago
Irina Derevko kneeled down slowly and observed her young daughter. She looked so small; so frail. Like at any moment she could be shattered like glass. Irina took her six year old daughter’s hands into her own, and brushed away a small, trickling tear that was making its way down her precious face.
“Sydney, don’t cry; you’re fine now.” Irina tried to calm her daughter down.
“But why did we have to leave daddy?” Sydney asked, while trying to tranquil her frantic wailing.
“Because it had to be done,” Irina stated, in a simple manner. Tears were beginning to form in her own eyes, but she had to be strong; for Sydney’s sake, if not her own. She didn’t want her daughter to grow up like this: without a father figure. She wanted her daughter to know what a real family was, but Irina couldn’t bare to leave her daughter behind. She had to bring her. Without her daughter half her heart would be left in Los Angeles.
~*~*~*~
Jack Bristow observed his surroundings. There was a car in the water, his car. His wife and daughter were gone. Police tape was enclosed around a small patch on the bridge where they were killed, blue and red flashing lights could be seen in all directions, and police officers walked back and forth talking into their walkie-talkies. While coming back from the movies Sydney and Laura had been hit and killed. He let his face fall into his hand, and began to cry. They were gone forever, but what he didn’t know was that Sydney and Laura’s ghosts would soon come back to haunt him once again.
~*~*~*
Russia, Sydney and Irina Derevko’s Home
Sydney Bristow poured two steaming cups of coffee and set them gently on the table. She silently waited for her mother at the small kitchen table. They had some serious business to discuss this morning. Sydney looked around their spacious kitchen as she waited. She couldn’t remember a time where it hadn’t been just her and her mother. She briefly remembered a time where she had a father, but her mother had told her to disregard that small part of her life, and that’s what she did. She erased it from her mind. It was now just a fragment of her memory, one that meant nothing to her!
Sydney and her mother had been trying to bring forth the work of Rambaldi since as long as she could remember. They were extremely motivated and would stop at nothing to reach their goal, and that is what the two women had to discuss today at breakfast.
Sydney looked up and saw her mother walking down the hallway, while pulling a silky rode around her delicate frame.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning, Mom. I made breakfast,” Sydney told her, pointing to the piles of fresh fruit, and warm pancakes.
“I can see that.”
“Mom, we need to talk.”
“I agree,” Irina said, as she sat down. She raised the cup to her lips, and waited for the warm liquid to spread warmth to the rest of her body. She slowly sat the mug down, and looked up to meet her daughter’s brown eyes that were so much like her father’s. Sometimes it even pained her to even look into her daughter’s eyes.
“We need the other twenty-four Rambaldi artifacts,” Sydney said, getting right down to the point.
Irina carefully observed her daughter. There was a certain determination reflecting through her eyes, much like her own.
“I agree, Sydney, but operations like this need delicate care.”
“I understand that, but we’re wasting precious time. Why don’t we just raid the stupid place, get the artifacts, and get the hell out of there?”
“It’s not that simple,” Irina stated.
“Mom, if anyone can do it we can.”
“I agree, but you must be patient,” Irina told her eager daughter.
Sydney sighed in frustration. First of all, Sydney didn’t like being told what to do, and second of all, she didn’t like waiting. It drove her nuts! It just wasn’t in Sydney Derevko’s nature. She gave her mom one final glare and walked upstairs to her room.
Her room was reflected her personality perfectly; very simple, classy, but at the same time it showed a hint of sadness. Sydney flopped down on to her bed. She was tired of her mom wanting to take everything one step at a time. What was she so scared? There must be something, and Sydney was going to find out for herself.
~*~*~*~
Irina slowly rose from the kitchen table, and rested her hands against the kitchen counter. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She didn’t know what to do. If she went to retrieve the artifacts Sydney might have to come face to face with her father, and that was something she never wanted to put Sydney and Jack through. She knew that it would painfully break Jack’s heart to know that not only had his wife survived, but also his precious baby daughter.
Irina knew that Jack was aware that she had survived the crash and was working for the KGB, but now was rogue. What Jack didn’t know was that Sydney was alive and well, very well. He was told that she truly had been killed because there was no way that Irina would be able to take Sydney back to Russia; it would be too dangerous for her at such a young age.
~*~*~*~
“Mom, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to the store,” Sydney yelled out.
“Okay,” Irina yelled back.
Sydney quickly pushed her suitcase and gear out the door. She wasn’t going to the store; she was going to Nevada, California. She wouldn’t be back until she had single handily stole all 24 Rambaldi artifacts.
~*~*~*~*
The plane landed gracefully. It was 7:30 at night, and Sydney body felt like it weighed three times her normal weight. She pushed some hair out of her face, and patiently waited for her suitcase to come around on the conveyer belt. Once it did Sydney eagerly grabbed it, and was off to sleep at a hotel.
She walked down the streets of Nevada. The sky was beginning to lose it brightness, and was turning into a dark blue sky, and Sydney was beginning to feel chilly without the warm, bright sun. She had on a short, black t-shirt and jeans. She hugged herself tightly, while she made her way to the warm hotel. People exited small cafes; their diners now complete. Children played on their drive-ways; their parents watching them close by. Everything was so perfect- so normal. Sydney never felt that she had lived a normal childhood. Parts of it she couldn’t even recall. Till the age of about six everything seemed foggy. She tried piecing bits and pieces together, like a puzzle, but seems pieces still didn’t fit. She remembered long summer nights of sitting outside on a big white porch, with her family, that included a Mom and Dad. Sydney loved her mom, no doubt about it, but she always felt that she was missing something in her life. She wanted to know what it felt like to be part of a real family. Not a family that consisted of murder and terror, but for Sydney that was all she ever knew, and now she was on a mission to complete the work that she and her mother had been trying to accomplish for as long as she could remember.
Irina frantically ran around her house, calling out her daughter’s name, but she knew there would be no response. After an hour Irina realized that Sydney wasn’t coming back, and she knew exactly where her daughter was headed. What was she doing to do? Her daughter was probably in Nevada right now. What if she somehow ran into Jack? Irina lowered herself into a stool, and tried to slow her rapid heartbeat. Her daughter was gone, and she could be putting her own emotions at risk.
~*~*~*~
Sydney placed her luggage on the cream coloured, carpeted carpet, and did a quick sweep of the room. There was a double bed in the corner, with a small end table with a lamp sitting on top of it. The TV faced the bed, with a long dresser next to it. The place wasn't amazing, but staying in an over-the-top hotel would make her an easier target if anyone was looking for her.
She lazily made her way over to the bed, and fell back onto the hard mattress. She looked out into the dark empty world, as it started back at her. Sydney knew that she needed to make up some type of game plan, so she could successfully get in and out of the CIA, without any problems. She would prove to her mother that this wasn’t as complicated as she made it. Sydney was an expert spy; this would be a piece of cake, no problems at all. Those Rambaldi artifacts were as good as hers already.
Rating- I don't know, considering I haven't wrote the whole thing yet, but I would say only like PG, possibly PG-13 at parts
Disclaimer- Phew, I wish I owned this amazing show!
Genre- S/V, and Spy Fam
Description- Sydney and Irina Derevko are mother and daughter, trying to bring forth the work of a 15th century prophet, Milo Rambaldi. Sydney has lived this life for as long as she can remember, but she feels something is missing, like her mother is keeping something from her. Will Sydney risk everything that she has ever known to uncover the deep secrets that have been kept from her?
I've started this a long time ago, and I just saw it today when I was going through all of the stuff I've written. I realized that there are a lot of different, interesting things that I could do with this, so I decided that I would post the first chapter to see what people think of it. Plus, I am desparatly waiting for season 5 to start back up again, so I need something to take my mind off the fact that Alias is not on right now
. So read and reply !! Chapter 1
Sixteen Years Ago
Irina Derevko kneeled down slowly and observed her young daughter. She looked so small; so frail. Like at any moment she could be shattered like glass. Irina took her six year old daughter’s hands into her own, and brushed away a small, trickling tear that was making its way down her precious face.
“Sydney, don’t cry; you’re fine now.” Irina tried to calm her daughter down.
“But why did we have to leave daddy?” Sydney asked, while trying to tranquil her frantic wailing.
“Because it had to be done,” Irina stated, in a simple manner. Tears were beginning to form in her own eyes, but she had to be strong; for Sydney’s sake, if not her own. She didn’t want her daughter to grow up like this: without a father figure. She wanted her daughter to know what a real family was, but Irina couldn’t bare to leave her daughter behind. She had to bring her. Without her daughter half her heart would be left in Los Angeles.
~*~*~*~
Jack Bristow observed his surroundings. There was a car in the water, his car. His wife and daughter were gone. Police tape was enclosed around a small patch on the bridge where they were killed, blue and red flashing lights could be seen in all directions, and police officers walked back and forth talking into their walkie-talkies. While coming back from the movies Sydney and Laura had been hit and killed. He let his face fall into his hand, and began to cry. They were gone forever, but what he didn’t know was that Sydney and Laura’s ghosts would soon come back to haunt him once again.
~*~*~*
Russia, Sydney and Irina Derevko’s Home
Sydney Bristow poured two steaming cups of coffee and set them gently on the table. She silently waited for her mother at the small kitchen table. They had some serious business to discuss this morning. Sydney looked around their spacious kitchen as she waited. She couldn’t remember a time where it hadn’t been just her and her mother. She briefly remembered a time where she had a father, but her mother had told her to disregard that small part of her life, and that’s what she did. She erased it from her mind. It was now just a fragment of her memory, one that meant nothing to her!
Sydney and her mother had been trying to bring forth the work of Rambaldi since as long as she could remember. They were extremely motivated and would stop at nothing to reach their goal, and that is what the two women had to discuss today at breakfast.
Sydney looked up and saw her mother walking down the hallway, while pulling a silky rode around her delicate frame.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Morning, Mom. I made breakfast,” Sydney told her, pointing to the piles of fresh fruit, and warm pancakes.
“I can see that.”
“Mom, we need to talk.”
“I agree,” Irina said, as she sat down. She raised the cup to her lips, and waited for the warm liquid to spread warmth to the rest of her body. She slowly sat the mug down, and looked up to meet her daughter’s brown eyes that were so much like her father’s. Sometimes it even pained her to even look into her daughter’s eyes.
“We need the other twenty-four Rambaldi artifacts,” Sydney said, getting right down to the point.
Irina carefully observed her daughter. There was a certain determination reflecting through her eyes, much like her own.
“I agree, Sydney, but operations like this need delicate care.”
“I understand that, but we’re wasting precious time. Why don’t we just raid the stupid place, get the artifacts, and get the hell out of there?”
“It’s not that simple,” Irina stated.
“Mom, if anyone can do it we can.”
“I agree, but you must be patient,” Irina told her eager daughter.
Sydney sighed in frustration. First of all, Sydney didn’t like being told what to do, and second of all, she didn’t like waiting. It drove her nuts! It just wasn’t in Sydney Derevko’s nature. She gave her mom one final glare and walked upstairs to her room.
Her room was reflected her personality perfectly; very simple, classy, but at the same time it showed a hint of sadness. Sydney flopped down on to her bed. She was tired of her mom wanting to take everything one step at a time. What was she so scared? There must be something, and Sydney was going to find out for herself.
~*~*~*~
Irina slowly rose from the kitchen table, and rested her hands against the kitchen counter. She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She didn’t know what to do. If she went to retrieve the artifacts Sydney might have to come face to face with her father, and that was something she never wanted to put Sydney and Jack through. She knew that it would painfully break Jack’s heart to know that not only had his wife survived, but also his precious baby daughter.
Irina knew that Jack was aware that she had survived the crash and was working for the KGB, but now was rogue. What Jack didn’t know was that Sydney was alive and well, very well. He was told that she truly had been killed because there was no way that Irina would be able to take Sydney back to Russia; it would be too dangerous for her at such a young age.
~*~*~*~
“Mom, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to the store,” Sydney yelled out.
“Okay,” Irina yelled back.
Sydney quickly pushed her suitcase and gear out the door. She wasn’t going to the store; she was going to Nevada, California. She wouldn’t be back until she had single handily stole all 24 Rambaldi artifacts.
~*~*~*~*
The plane landed gracefully. It was 7:30 at night, and Sydney body felt like it weighed three times her normal weight. She pushed some hair out of her face, and patiently waited for her suitcase to come around on the conveyer belt. Once it did Sydney eagerly grabbed it, and was off to sleep at a hotel.
She walked down the streets of Nevada. The sky was beginning to lose it brightness, and was turning into a dark blue sky, and Sydney was beginning to feel chilly without the warm, bright sun. She had on a short, black t-shirt and jeans. She hugged herself tightly, while she made her way to the warm hotel. People exited small cafes; their diners now complete. Children played on their drive-ways; their parents watching them close by. Everything was so perfect- so normal. Sydney never felt that she had lived a normal childhood. Parts of it she couldn’t even recall. Till the age of about six everything seemed foggy. She tried piecing bits and pieces together, like a puzzle, but seems pieces still didn’t fit. She remembered long summer nights of sitting outside on a big white porch, with her family, that included a Mom and Dad. Sydney loved her mom, no doubt about it, but she always felt that she was missing something in her life. She wanted to know what it felt like to be part of a real family. Not a family that consisted of murder and terror, but for Sydney that was all she ever knew, and now she was on a mission to complete the work that she and her mother had been trying to accomplish for as long as she could remember.
Irina frantically ran around her house, calling out her daughter’s name, but she knew there would be no response. After an hour Irina realized that Sydney wasn’t coming back, and she knew exactly where her daughter was headed. What was she doing to do? Her daughter was probably in Nevada right now. What if she somehow ran into Jack? Irina lowered herself into a stool, and tried to slow her rapid heartbeat. Her daughter was gone, and she could be putting her own emotions at risk.
~*~*~*~
Sydney placed her luggage on the cream coloured, carpeted carpet, and did a quick sweep of the room. There was a double bed in the corner, with a small end table with a lamp sitting on top of it. The TV faced the bed, with a long dresser next to it. The place wasn't amazing, but staying in an over-the-top hotel would make her an easier target if anyone was looking for her.
She lazily made her way over to the bed, and fell back onto the hard mattress. She looked out into the dark empty world, as it started back at her. Sydney knew that she needed to make up some type of game plan, so she could successfully get in and out of the CIA, without any problems. She would prove to her mother that this wasn’t as complicated as she made it. Sydney was an expert spy; this would be a piece of cake, no problems at all. Those Rambaldi artifacts were as good as hers already.
