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Title: Back from the Dead
Summary: What if Sydney and Jack hadn’t faked Vaughn’s death, but someone else did? A decade later, what happens when the truth is revealed.
Disclaimer: Alias does not belong to me. Alias belongs to J.J. Abrams and Bad Robot Productions, etc.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I first posted this on Allies: Sydney and Vaughn Fanfiction on alias-media.com. You can also find a few of my fics on fanfiction.net under phoenix shotgun 47.
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Chapter One: Reunion
“Isabelle, Carter, let’s go, you’re going to be late for school!” Sydney Bristow yelled up the stairs to her tow teenage children.
“Coming!” 15 year old Carter yelled as he took the stairs two at a time. He quickly pulled on his jacket and finished his pop tart.
“Hey, Belle, hurry up!” he yelled.
“Okay, I’m ready.” 13 year old Isabelle said, coming down the stairs and fixing her hair.
The 2 children followed their mother into the car. It was a quick drive to the middle school. “I’ll see you later.” Sydney called after Isabelle.
She then pulled into the parking lot of Vartan High School, waved goodbye to Carter, and walked over to her classroom.
Amanda Foreman was the English teacher at Vartan High.
Amanda Foreman was really Sydney Bristow.
Sydney Bristow had changed her identity to Amanda Foreman almost a decade ago. She had just found out she had a son and had safely brought him to the US from France. For the sake of her father and her new family, she agreed to go into hiding. Because there were people who were out to kill her. The same people who had killed the man she loves. The same people who killed the father of her children. The same people who had taken her guardian angel away from them. Now that she had a family, she had quit her old job, only doing a little work for her old employers every now and then. Because Sydney Bristow’s life was too dangerous now that she had children.
Sydney Bristow is a spy.
Amanda Foreman is not.
Today was October 1, the day she had met him. The day her heart had stopped. She smiled at the memory. She grasped the watch that she wore everyday. It was his father’s watch and it was broken now but it used to keep perfect time. You could set your heart to this watch. It stopped on October 1, the day they met. He had given it to her shortly after his proposal.
The day seemed to drag on. Everything reminded Amanda of her old life. The life she knew she could never have back. It took all her strength to keep from crying.
At the end of the day, she was exhausted and distracted during dinner.
“Hey mom, are you okay?” Isabelle asked.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.” Amanda answered her daughter.
“We don’t have to stay are our house tonight.” Isabelle said, referring to her friends. “We can stay at Alicia’s tonight.”
“It’s ok sweetheart. I don’t mind.” Isabelle smiled happily and walked back to her friends. Amanda wandered outside to the backyard where Carter and 2 of his friends, plus 2 dads were sitting and talking about sports.
“Anyway, I never liked the Kings.” Brad, Carter’s best friend said. Sydney’s heart beat faster at the mention of the Kings. They had been his favorite team. She shook her head and tried to forget the memory of the many nights they had spent together watching hockey.
There was a loud crash coming form the front of the house. Sydney heard her daughter scream loudly.
“Isabelle!” Sydney yelled as she ran into the room.
When she reached the living room, she saw Isabelle and her 3 best friends, Alicia, Kristen, and Massie being held at gunpoint.
A voice sneered form the doorway. “Ah, Agent Bristow, you look well.” A man stepped out of the shadows. “Definitely not dead, no are you?”
Sydney clenched her fists. The men had followed her in and looked like they were ready to attack. “Now, I wouldn’t try anything it if were you.” Sark said nonchalantly. “One wrong move, and I’ll blow their brains out.”
“What do you want from me.” Grant Bauer asked.
“What makes you think this is about you?” Sark replied. “Now, you will cooperate, or those kids will die.” He turned to his men. “Tie them up.”
After their hands had been secured by rope, Sark had them transported into a van. “Now, Ms Bristow.” He said, taking a seat across form Sydney. “We’ll have a little chat after you wake up.” Before she could react, a tranquilizer dart hit her in the neck.
When Sydney awoke, she was lying on the cold, damp floor of a cell. She quickly looked around the room. All of them were there and relatively unharmed.
“Good to see you’re awake, Sydney.” A cold voice said.
Sydney looked up in disbelief as a blond woman took a step toward her. “You.” she whispered. “You’re dead.”
The woman laughed. “Yes, it did seem that way, didn’t it? But my poor old husband failed to notice that the person he killed wasn’t me. Sound familiar, Sydney?” She took another step closer. “I am here to make your worst nightmares come true.”
“Am I supposed to be intimidated by this?” Sydney asked coolly.
Lauren slapped her. Sydney’s face stung but she remained unmoving. “We will break you. It will only be a mater of how much you want it to hurt.”
“What makes you think that you’re going to get any information out of me? How do you know it won’t take another 2 years?” Sydney asked.
“Because we have more to play with.” Lauren responded with a cruel smile as she gestured around the room.
“Their deaths will not help you.” Sydney replied, emotionlessly.
“Oh, we know that Bristow. But their pain will.” She answered. “My superior will see you later and offer you a deal.” She paused. “If you were smart, you’d accept it.” And with that, one of the most evil woman in Sydney’s life left the room.
“Mom?” Isabelle said quietly, crawling toward her mother. “What’s going on? Why did that woman keep calling you Sydney Bristow?”
“Sydney hung her head. “Honey, there is so much I have to explain. First of all, my name isn’t Amanda Foreman.” Her eyes stung, recalling a similar conversation like this. “My name is Sydney Bristow. I work for the US government. I can’t be anymore specific, but these people want intelligence that I, under no circumstances, am going to give them.
Isabelle looked up at her with tears in her eyes. “You lied to me. And to Carter. Is that even his name? Are you even our real mother? Is he even my brother?” She yelled.
“Of course I am. I just need you to understand that everything I have done is to protect you.” Sydney replied. “I know what you’re going through. Please just understand that I love you.”
“Very touching, Sydney.” A woman said, entering the cell.
Sydney looked at her, more tears rushing to her eyes. “So you’re Lauren’s superior? You’re behind all of this?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I am.” The woman said, leaning down, and looking Sydney in the eye. “And like she said, I am here to offer you a dead. You tell me where the Horizon is and I’ll let everyone go.”
“You have got to be kidding me. I will never tell you where the Horizon is.” Sydney yelled. “It was his life’s work to protect it and I’m not about to sabotage that.”
“Sydney, he is gone.” The woman stated.
“Because of you!” Sydney spat. “I bet you’re the one who orchestrated all of this. My abduction… everything.”
“Yes.” She answered simply.
“Is this what you mean, when you said ‘Truth takes time’. Is this the truth?” Sydney asked choking back tears.
“Yes.” She replied again. “I had this all planned out. Why do you think you and him met? That was all because of me. And the pieces fell into place rather well, I should say.” She said, smiling.
“How dare you try to control my life. You took 2 years away from me. 2 year of my life. What more do you want from me? you’ve destroyed the life I loved, and now this one too. You’ve taken away my job, my home, my friends, and my family. What more do you have to take from me?” Sydney was nearly hysterical now. She was shaking with rage as she continued. “Don’t you dare talk to me like you set this all up. Don’t you dare say that everything was fake. Because it wasn’t. I love him. I know that was real. You took away the only real thing I had… I fell for you. Even dad fell for you. But he never did. He saw right through you and that’s why you got rid of him.”
“You should have listened to him while you had the chance.” The woman turned away from her and left.
At exactly 7:47, a long glass container was wheeled into the room. Sydney nearly fainted. She recognized what the container was used for. And she knew who was in it. The woman from before entered the room.
“I will make this very simple. This is the very last offer I will present you.” She said, leaning against the glass chamber. “You can choose love or freedom.”
“Love or freedom.” Sydney repeated.
“Yes. You choose freedom; I let you all go. Except for him.” she gestured to the cyrogenic chamber. “You choose love, you will all be kept here, but he will live.”
“Wake him up. I need to know he’s alive. Sydney whispered hoarsely as she kneeled next to the body of the man she had loved for nearly 2 decades and had mourned for 1.
The woman pressed a few buttons and his eyes fluttered open. They grew wider when they saw her.
“Syd. I’m so sorry. It’s been so long. I’m so…”
“Sh… stop.” Sydney placed her against the glass. “Oh, my god.”
“So sweetheart, what’s your decision? Love or Freedom.” Irina asked, interrupting the moment or happiness.
“No, Syd. Don’t sacrifice your freedom for me. Don’t do it. I’m not worth it.” the man said, begging her with his eyes to escape.
“No, Vaughn. I’ve given up too much already…” she paused. “I’m not going to lose you again. I just can’t. I need you here.”
“So I take it you choose love.” Irina said. Sydney nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of the man in the glass. “Try anything, if you attempt to breakout, I will press this button which activated the vacuum. It will suck all of the air out of the chamber.” She smiled evilly and left.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Vaughn whispered.
“Yeah, mom what were you thinking? You shouldn’t have done that.” Isabelle said, walking over to her mother. Her eyes widened as she saw the man in the chamber. “Oh my god. You look just like someone I know… you look just like Carter.” She turned to her brother. “Carter come here.”
Vaughn stared up at Sydney with shocked eyes. Then he caught the girl’s attention. “Isabelle?”
She gasped and nodded, speechless. Carter had reached them now and was staring at the man. “I’ve seen you somewhere. In a picture.” Then it dawned on him. “Who… who are you?”
Vaughn looked curiously at Sydney. “Carter, Isabelle, this is Michael Vaughn... your father.”
“Our what? You said that our dad died!” Carter hissed angrily.
“I thought so too. I really did. But I found him.” Sydney had tears in her eyes. Then she talked quickly in French. “When they kidnapped me, I was a few weeks pregnant. My mom was able to take Carter away to a safe family. For some reason I didn’t remember until after your ‘death’. I searched for a year and finally found him.”
Vaughn nodded. “I should have been there for you. I’m sorry.” He replied in French.
Carter and Isabelle were staring at their parents. “How do I know that he’s really my father. Or that you’re really my mother. I didn’t even know you could speak another language! Nice to know that my so called parents are completely honest with me.” Carter mumbled before walking away.
Before Isabelle followed him, Sydney grabbed her hand. “Belle, I need you to know that everything I have done is to protect you, your brother, your father, and my friends. Everything I have done is because I love you. There are things you are going to find out about your father and I that you will despise, but you need to know that what happened… everything was because I love my family. I know that won’t justify my action, but I want to explain myself.”
Isabelle nodded slowly. “I understand that.” she paused. “But lying to me in the first place, that’s where you went wrong. I will never forgive you for deceiving me. I never want to see you again.” She walked away and sat down next to her friends.
“Syd.” Vaughn mumbled. “Sydney, they’ll forgive you. You forgave your father, they’ll forgive you and hopefully me.”
“God, I hope so.” Sydney whispered back.
“Listen, we need to figure out what they want. If we can do that, we might be able to get out of here.” Vaughn said.
“They want the Horizon.” Sydney said. “But there’s gotta be something else.”
“The Prophecy.” Vaughn whispered. “They think that they’re fulfilling it.”
Summary: What if Sydney and Jack hadn’t faked Vaughn’s death, but someone else did? A decade later, what happens when the truth is revealed.
Disclaimer: Alias does not belong to me. Alias belongs to J.J. Abrams and Bad Robot Productions, etc.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I first posted this on Allies: Sydney and Vaughn Fanfiction on alias-media.com. You can also find a few of my fics on fanfiction.net under phoenix shotgun 47.
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Chapter One: Reunion
“Isabelle, Carter, let’s go, you’re going to be late for school!” Sydney Bristow yelled up the stairs to her tow teenage children.
“Coming!” 15 year old Carter yelled as he took the stairs two at a time. He quickly pulled on his jacket and finished his pop tart.
“Hey, Belle, hurry up!” he yelled.
“Okay, I’m ready.” 13 year old Isabelle said, coming down the stairs and fixing her hair.
The 2 children followed their mother into the car. It was a quick drive to the middle school. “I’ll see you later.” Sydney called after Isabelle.
She then pulled into the parking lot of Vartan High School, waved goodbye to Carter, and walked over to her classroom.
Amanda Foreman was the English teacher at Vartan High.
Amanda Foreman was really Sydney Bristow.
Sydney Bristow had changed her identity to Amanda Foreman almost a decade ago. She had just found out she had a son and had safely brought him to the US from France. For the sake of her father and her new family, she agreed to go into hiding. Because there were people who were out to kill her. The same people who had killed the man she loves. The same people who killed the father of her children. The same people who had taken her guardian angel away from them. Now that she had a family, she had quit her old job, only doing a little work for her old employers every now and then. Because Sydney Bristow’s life was too dangerous now that she had children.
Sydney Bristow is a spy.
Amanda Foreman is not.
Today was October 1, the day she had met him. The day her heart had stopped. She smiled at the memory. She grasped the watch that she wore everyday. It was his father’s watch and it was broken now but it used to keep perfect time. You could set your heart to this watch. It stopped on October 1, the day they met. He had given it to her shortly after his proposal.
The day seemed to drag on. Everything reminded Amanda of her old life. The life she knew she could never have back. It took all her strength to keep from crying.
At the end of the day, she was exhausted and distracted during dinner.
“Hey mom, are you okay?” Isabelle asked.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.” Amanda answered her daughter.
“We don’t have to stay are our house tonight.” Isabelle said, referring to her friends. “We can stay at Alicia’s tonight.”
“It’s ok sweetheart. I don’t mind.” Isabelle smiled happily and walked back to her friends. Amanda wandered outside to the backyard where Carter and 2 of his friends, plus 2 dads were sitting and talking about sports.
“Anyway, I never liked the Kings.” Brad, Carter’s best friend said. Sydney’s heart beat faster at the mention of the Kings. They had been his favorite team. She shook her head and tried to forget the memory of the many nights they had spent together watching hockey.
There was a loud crash coming form the front of the house. Sydney heard her daughter scream loudly.
“Isabelle!” Sydney yelled as she ran into the room.
When she reached the living room, she saw Isabelle and her 3 best friends, Alicia, Kristen, and Massie being held at gunpoint.
A voice sneered form the doorway. “Ah, Agent Bristow, you look well.” A man stepped out of the shadows. “Definitely not dead, no are you?”
Sydney clenched her fists. The men had followed her in and looked like they were ready to attack. “Now, I wouldn’t try anything it if were you.” Sark said nonchalantly. “One wrong move, and I’ll blow their brains out.”
“What do you want from me.” Grant Bauer asked.
“What makes you think this is about you?” Sark replied. “Now, you will cooperate, or those kids will die.” He turned to his men. “Tie them up.”
After their hands had been secured by rope, Sark had them transported into a van. “Now, Ms Bristow.” He said, taking a seat across form Sydney. “We’ll have a little chat after you wake up.” Before she could react, a tranquilizer dart hit her in the neck.
When Sydney awoke, she was lying on the cold, damp floor of a cell. She quickly looked around the room. All of them were there and relatively unharmed.
“Good to see you’re awake, Sydney.” A cold voice said.
Sydney looked up in disbelief as a blond woman took a step toward her. “You.” she whispered. “You’re dead.”
The woman laughed. “Yes, it did seem that way, didn’t it? But my poor old husband failed to notice that the person he killed wasn’t me. Sound familiar, Sydney?” She took another step closer. “I am here to make your worst nightmares come true.”
“Am I supposed to be intimidated by this?” Sydney asked coolly.
Lauren slapped her. Sydney’s face stung but she remained unmoving. “We will break you. It will only be a mater of how much you want it to hurt.”
“What makes you think that you’re going to get any information out of me? How do you know it won’t take another 2 years?” Sydney asked.
“Because we have more to play with.” Lauren responded with a cruel smile as she gestured around the room.
“Their deaths will not help you.” Sydney replied, emotionlessly.
“Oh, we know that Bristow. But their pain will.” She answered. “My superior will see you later and offer you a deal.” She paused. “If you were smart, you’d accept it.” And with that, one of the most evil woman in Sydney’s life left the room.
“Mom?” Isabelle said quietly, crawling toward her mother. “What’s going on? Why did that woman keep calling you Sydney Bristow?”
“Sydney hung her head. “Honey, there is so much I have to explain. First of all, my name isn’t Amanda Foreman.” Her eyes stung, recalling a similar conversation like this. “My name is Sydney Bristow. I work for the US government. I can’t be anymore specific, but these people want intelligence that I, under no circumstances, am going to give them.
Isabelle looked up at her with tears in her eyes. “You lied to me. And to Carter. Is that even his name? Are you even our real mother? Is he even my brother?” She yelled.
“Of course I am. I just need you to understand that everything I have done is to protect you.” Sydney replied. “I know what you’re going through. Please just understand that I love you.”
“Very touching, Sydney.” A woman said, entering the cell.
Sydney looked at her, more tears rushing to her eyes. “So you’re Lauren’s superior? You’re behind all of this?”
“Yes, sweetheart, I am.” The woman said, leaning down, and looking Sydney in the eye. “And like she said, I am here to offer you a dead. You tell me where the Horizon is and I’ll let everyone go.”
“You have got to be kidding me. I will never tell you where the Horizon is.” Sydney yelled. “It was his life’s work to protect it and I’m not about to sabotage that.”
“Sydney, he is gone.” The woman stated.
“Because of you!” Sydney spat. “I bet you’re the one who orchestrated all of this. My abduction… everything.”
“Yes.” She answered simply.
“Is this what you mean, when you said ‘Truth takes time’. Is this the truth?” Sydney asked choking back tears.
“Yes.” She replied again. “I had this all planned out. Why do you think you and him met? That was all because of me. And the pieces fell into place rather well, I should say.” She said, smiling.
“How dare you try to control my life. You took 2 years away from me. 2 year of my life. What more do you want from me? you’ve destroyed the life I loved, and now this one too. You’ve taken away my job, my home, my friends, and my family. What more do you have to take from me?” Sydney was nearly hysterical now. She was shaking with rage as she continued. “Don’t you dare talk to me like you set this all up. Don’t you dare say that everything was fake. Because it wasn’t. I love him. I know that was real. You took away the only real thing I had… I fell for you. Even dad fell for you. But he never did. He saw right through you and that’s why you got rid of him.”
“You should have listened to him while you had the chance.” The woman turned away from her and left.
At exactly 7:47, a long glass container was wheeled into the room. Sydney nearly fainted. She recognized what the container was used for. And she knew who was in it. The woman from before entered the room.
“I will make this very simple. This is the very last offer I will present you.” She said, leaning against the glass chamber. “You can choose love or freedom.”
“Love or freedom.” Sydney repeated.
“Yes. You choose freedom; I let you all go. Except for him.” she gestured to the cyrogenic chamber. “You choose love, you will all be kept here, but he will live.”
“Wake him up. I need to know he’s alive. Sydney whispered hoarsely as she kneeled next to the body of the man she had loved for nearly 2 decades and had mourned for 1.
The woman pressed a few buttons and his eyes fluttered open. They grew wider when they saw her.
“Syd. I’m so sorry. It’s been so long. I’m so…”
“Sh… stop.” Sydney placed her against the glass. “Oh, my god.”
“So sweetheart, what’s your decision? Love or Freedom.” Irina asked, interrupting the moment or happiness.
“No, Syd. Don’t sacrifice your freedom for me. Don’t do it. I’m not worth it.” the man said, begging her with his eyes to escape.
“No, Vaughn. I’ve given up too much already…” she paused. “I’m not going to lose you again. I just can’t. I need you here.”
“So I take it you choose love.” Irina said. Sydney nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of the man in the glass. “Try anything, if you attempt to breakout, I will press this button which activated the vacuum. It will suck all of the air out of the chamber.” She smiled evilly and left.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” Vaughn whispered.
“Yeah, mom what were you thinking? You shouldn’t have done that.” Isabelle said, walking over to her mother. Her eyes widened as she saw the man in the chamber. “Oh my god. You look just like someone I know… you look just like Carter.” She turned to her brother. “Carter come here.”
Vaughn stared up at Sydney with shocked eyes. Then he caught the girl’s attention. “Isabelle?”
She gasped and nodded, speechless. Carter had reached them now and was staring at the man. “I’ve seen you somewhere. In a picture.” Then it dawned on him. “Who… who are you?”
Vaughn looked curiously at Sydney. “Carter, Isabelle, this is Michael Vaughn... your father.”
“Our what? You said that our dad died!” Carter hissed angrily.
“I thought so too. I really did. But I found him.” Sydney had tears in her eyes. Then she talked quickly in French. “When they kidnapped me, I was a few weeks pregnant. My mom was able to take Carter away to a safe family. For some reason I didn’t remember until after your ‘death’. I searched for a year and finally found him.”
Vaughn nodded. “I should have been there for you. I’m sorry.” He replied in French.
Carter and Isabelle were staring at their parents. “How do I know that he’s really my father. Or that you’re really my mother. I didn’t even know you could speak another language! Nice to know that my so called parents are completely honest with me.” Carter mumbled before walking away.
Before Isabelle followed him, Sydney grabbed her hand. “Belle, I need you to know that everything I have done is to protect you, your brother, your father, and my friends. Everything I have done is because I love you. There are things you are going to find out about your father and I that you will despise, but you need to know that what happened… everything was because I love my family. I know that won’t justify my action, but I want to explain myself.”
Isabelle nodded slowly. “I understand that.” she paused. “But lying to me in the first place, that’s where you went wrong. I will never forgive you for deceiving me. I never want to see you again.” She walked away and sat down next to her friends.
“Syd.” Vaughn mumbled. “Sydney, they’ll forgive you. You forgave your father, they’ll forgive you and hopefully me.”
“God, I hope so.” Sydney whispered back.
“Listen, we need to figure out what they want. If we can do that, we might be able to get out of here.” Vaughn said.
“They want the Horizon.” Sydney said. “But there’s gotta be something else.”
“The Prophecy.” Vaughn whispered. “They think that they’re fulfilling it.”
