Disclaimer: I don’t own anything Alias related nor do I know anyone connected with the show.
A/N: this is my first fanfic. It is sort of A/U.
Since I haven’t seen season 3, spoilers will only be up till the end of season 2.
The story starts after “counteragent”, but the Syd/Vaughn relationship progressed up to where it was in “phase 1” (just speeding things up). SD-6 still exist and there will be no evil Franchie. Hopefully things will get clearer as the story progresses.
Chapter 1 HourGlass
The lobby was busy, with people going about their business, except - without the noisiness that one would expect. But then this was Langley, the CIA Head Quarters, and in this line of work nothing is what you would expect.
Having just cleared security, Sydney made her way across the marble flooring and entered the half filled lift, pressed level 7 for Kendall’s office. There had been a message left for her to meet Kendall in his office. Right now, seeing Kendall was the last thing Sydney wanted to do.
Their first meeting was about a year ago, when she was being suspected as the subject of the Rambaldi Prophecy. He was unapologetically arrogant, unsympathetic and self assured. He asked questions that he had already had answers for and made comments that just fell short of accusing her of knowing all along that SD-6 was a branch of the Alliance – an enemy of the United States.
They met again when her mother Irina Derevko turned herself into the CIA. Even though this time they were working on the same side, it always felt like she had to prove herself loyal. He even had the nerve to tell her to talk to her mother, someone she thought had died over 20 years ago, who it turns out was a KGB agent sent to marry a CIA officer and steal intelligence, who executed a dozen CIA agents and someone who nearly killed her in Taipei.
They say first impressions count; hers was spot on for Kendall.
The lift bell chimed and the doors opened for her to step out. Kendall’s office was on the left, at the end of the hallway. The walls were painted institutional white, and the floor was carpeted grey.
As Sydney made her way down the hall, she saw that someone had just entered Kendall’s office and was closing the door behind them.
Kendall was standing behind his desk flipping through a file, he looked up from the file as she entered. “Good morning Agent Bristow,” he said, to which she gave no reply. He closed the file and tossed it on the desk. “Lets get started then” he said and seated himself behind his desk, gesturing her to seat herself as well. She complied and sat down facing him on the left.
“I’d like you to meet Agent Paul Gibbs” said Kendall, indicating to a man, she presumed was the person she saw entering just before her, sitting on her right. “he’s a missions planner and IT consultant.”
Agent Gibbs was in a dark blue suit, light blue shirt and no tie. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He worn small frameless glasses, his short brown hair was uncombed and he sported a 5-day stubble.
Agent Gibbs didn’t offer a handshake, but just gave Sydney a polite nod and small “hi”, to which she similarly returned. Then they both turned their attentions back to Kendall.
“Paul here, will take over as your handler and th…” started Kendall before he was abruptly cut off.
“What?!” Sydney and Paul exclaimed together.
Kendall had expected this from both of them so he just sat there stony faced.
With her best efforts to contain the anger that was quickly rising within her, Sydney looked Kendall straight in the eye and said an even tone “I don’t need a handler”.
“and I don’t want to be a handler” interjected Paul, who was also trying to keep his emotions in check.
“Agent Bristow, I don’t need to remind you that essential to your role as a double agent in SD-6, you cannot let anything that happens here with the CIA affect your performance at SD-6,” said Kendall using his authoritative tone.
“No…I don’t need to be told how to do my job” came her reply.
“Look, I can understand how you’re feeling Agen…” began Kendall.
“No,” cutting him off, “you cannot possibility have any idea how I’m feeling”, swallowing hard Sydney pressed on, “Agent Vaughn died just a weeks ago, and I have to breathe the same air and sit quietly across the table from the man that’s responsible for his death,” “ so do me a favour and don’t tell me that you understand how I feel.”
“Well then let me tell you this, if you don’t accept a handler then you will be put into witness protection, effective immediately. I’m not about to let a grieving and vengeful agent go on SD-6 missions without counter-missions and support.” said Kendall. “witness protection won’t help you destroy SD-6 or get justice for Vaughn and Danny”
Sydney could hardly believe what she was hearing, he was using her guilt to blackmail her. She felt numb, a common state for her this past week, and sat there speechless.
Putting his hand up to stop Paul from interrupting, Kendall went on, “Paul, I chose you as Sydney’s handler because of, amongst other things, your expertise with the hourglass security system. You look tired, late nights?”
Kendall picked up the folder that he had been looking at before “here’s Bristow’s file”.
Ignoring the offered folder, Paul stood up and said with a blank expression “I’m sure that Agent Bristow will inform me of what she thinks I should know about her.”
Then turning to Sydney, he said “just leave the details of your mission with Julie down at Operations and I’ll contact you about your counter-mission”, and with that he left the room.
“Good luck,” offered Kendall, before Sydney also stood up and left for SD-6.
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Going back to SD-6 this time was harder than after Danny’s death. This time she couldn’t even go to his funeral. This time she didn’t have 3 months to mourn before facing Sloane. This time she had shed no tears.
Only Dixon asked if something was wrong. She had dismissed his concern with something about having the flu.
Sloane stood at the head of the conference room and started his mission debrief, “Leading up to the year 2000, there was much talk and concern about the Y2K bug. Since all built in clocks for computers and electronic devices recorded the year only by the last 2 digits. There was a fear that when it clocked over from ‘99’ to ‘00’ there would be mass machine malfunction in homes, hospitals, our defence system etc. But 2000 came like any other year, with none of the dooms day predictions. This was only because the problem was corrected by all manufacturers and corporations, which depended on time on their computers to operate, well before we entered the new millennium.” He paused and pressed the remote, and a picture appeared on all the computer screens. “His name is, Christopher Nolin, he is the CEO of NovaTech. We have been informed that this company has just developed what they call ‘hourglass’, software that can produce what didn’t happen in 2000.” Walking over, Sloan handed Dixon and Sydney their operation materials, “So Sydney, you’ll be going as Rachael Whitman, a representative for a finance firm interested in investing. We need to get a copy of this software so we can develop a counter measure against it being used as a terrorist attack.”
“Marshall…” said Sloane, before sitting down.
“Hi, well how’s everyone today? Good? That’s Good…” stuttered Marshall as he fished something out of his pocket
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TBC, so what do you think? should i continue?
A/N: this is my first fanfic. It is sort of A/U.
Since I haven’t seen season 3, spoilers will only be up till the end of season 2.
The story starts after “counteragent”, but the Syd/Vaughn relationship progressed up to where it was in “phase 1” (just speeding things up). SD-6 still exist and there will be no evil Franchie. Hopefully things will get clearer as the story progresses.
Chapter 1 HourGlass
The lobby was busy, with people going about their business, except - without the noisiness that one would expect. But then this was Langley, the CIA Head Quarters, and in this line of work nothing is what you would expect.
Having just cleared security, Sydney made her way across the marble flooring and entered the half filled lift, pressed level 7 for Kendall’s office. There had been a message left for her to meet Kendall in his office. Right now, seeing Kendall was the last thing Sydney wanted to do.
Their first meeting was about a year ago, when she was being suspected as the subject of the Rambaldi Prophecy. He was unapologetically arrogant, unsympathetic and self assured. He asked questions that he had already had answers for and made comments that just fell short of accusing her of knowing all along that SD-6 was a branch of the Alliance – an enemy of the United States.
They met again when her mother Irina Derevko turned herself into the CIA. Even though this time they were working on the same side, it always felt like she had to prove herself loyal. He even had the nerve to tell her to talk to her mother, someone she thought had died over 20 years ago, who it turns out was a KGB agent sent to marry a CIA officer and steal intelligence, who executed a dozen CIA agents and someone who nearly killed her in Taipei.
They say first impressions count; hers was spot on for Kendall.
The lift bell chimed and the doors opened for her to step out. Kendall’s office was on the left, at the end of the hallway. The walls were painted institutional white, and the floor was carpeted grey.
As Sydney made her way down the hall, she saw that someone had just entered Kendall’s office and was closing the door behind them.
Kendall was standing behind his desk flipping through a file, he looked up from the file as she entered. “Good morning Agent Bristow,” he said, to which she gave no reply. He closed the file and tossed it on the desk. “Lets get started then” he said and seated himself behind his desk, gesturing her to seat herself as well. She complied and sat down facing him on the left.
“I’d like you to meet Agent Paul Gibbs” said Kendall, indicating to a man, she presumed was the person she saw entering just before her, sitting on her right. “he’s a missions planner and IT consultant.”
Agent Gibbs was in a dark blue suit, light blue shirt and no tie. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He worn small frameless glasses, his short brown hair was uncombed and he sported a 5-day stubble.
Agent Gibbs didn’t offer a handshake, but just gave Sydney a polite nod and small “hi”, to which she similarly returned. Then they both turned their attentions back to Kendall.
“Paul here, will take over as your handler and th…” started Kendall before he was abruptly cut off.
“What?!” Sydney and Paul exclaimed together.
Kendall had expected this from both of them so he just sat there stony faced.
With her best efforts to contain the anger that was quickly rising within her, Sydney looked Kendall straight in the eye and said an even tone “I don’t need a handler”.
“and I don’t want to be a handler” interjected Paul, who was also trying to keep his emotions in check.
“Agent Bristow, I don’t need to remind you that essential to your role as a double agent in SD-6, you cannot let anything that happens here with the CIA affect your performance at SD-6,” said Kendall using his authoritative tone.
“No…I don’t need to be told how to do my job” came her reply.
“Look, I can understand how you’re feeling Agen…” began Kendall.
“No,” cutting him off, “you cannot possibility have any idea how I’m feeling”, swallowing hard Sydney pressed on, “Agent Vaughn died just a weeks ago, and I have to breathe the same air and sit quietly across the table from the man that’s responsible for his death,” “ so do me a favour and don’t tell me that you understand how I feel.”
“Well then let me tell you this, if you don’t accept a handler then you will be put into witness protection, effective immediately. I’m not about to let a grieving and vengeful agent go on SD-6 missions without counter-missions and support.” said Kendall. “witness protection won’t help you destroy SD-6 or get justice for Vaughn and Danny”
Sydney could hardly believe what she was hearing, he was using her guilt to blackmail her. She felt numb, a common state for her this past week, and sat there speechless.
Putting his hand up to stop Paul from interrupting, Kendall went on, “Paul, I chose you as Sydney’s handler because of, amongst other things, your expertise with the hourglass security system. You look tired, late nights?”
Kendall picked up the folder that he had been looking at before “here’s Bristow’s file”.
Ignoring the offered folder, Paul stood up and said with a blank expression “I’m sure that Agent Bristow will inform me of what she thinks I should know about her.”
Then turning to Sydney, he said “just leave the details of your mission with Julie down at Operations and I’ll contact you about your counter-mission”, and with that he left the room.
“Good luck,” offered Kendall, before Sydney also stood up and left for SD-6.
.....................................................
Going back to SD-6 this time was harder than after Danny’s death. This time she couldn’t even go to his funeral. This time she didn’t have 3 months to mourn before facing Sloane. This time she had shed no tears.
Only Dixon asked if something was wrong. She had dismissed his concern with something about having the flu.
Sloane stood at the head of the conference room and started his mission debrief, “Leading up to the year 2000, there was much talk and concern about the Y2K bug. Since all built in clocks for computers and electronic devices recorded the year only by the last 2 digits. There was a fear that when it clocked over from ‘99’ to ‘00’ there would be mass machine malfunction in homes, hospitals, our defence system etc. But 2000 came like any other year, with none of the dooms day predictions. This was only because the problem was corrected by all manufacturers and corporations, which depended on time on their computers to operate, well before we entered the new millennium.” He paused and pressed the remote, and a picture appeared on all the computer screens. “His name is, Christopher Nolin, he is the CEO of NovaTech. We have been informed that this company has just developed what they call ‘hourglass’, software that can produce what didn’t happen in 2000.” Walking over, Sloan handed Dixon and Sydney their operation materials, “So Sydney, you’ll be going as Rachael Whitman, a representative for a finance firm interested in investing. We need to get a copy of this software so we can develop a counter measure against it being used as a terrorist attack.”
“Marshall…” said Sloane, before sitting down.
“Hi, well how’s everyone today? Good? That’s Good…” stuttered Marshall as he fished something out of his pocket
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TBC, so what do you think? should i continue?
for the first person to find it.