santosaidan
~3 Musketters~
This is going to be a partner story written by myself (santosaidan) and my friend Amanda (Weiss’s Girl).
While ultimately this will be a single story it will take two divergently different paths to reach the singularity. The story will start from the same exact moment in time and then split into two.
These two stories are the two paths that Sydney Bristow’s life could have taken. We will each be responsible for one path and in the end of the story they will meet up again – showing the path that Sydney chose.
So you will be able to know what she could have had and what she will achieve from her choice.
The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen does.
~Ian Stewart on Chaos Theory
Everything we do has a consequence.
Disclaimer – We own none of the characters of the world of Alias – and we are in no way affiliated with anyone from the show, production companies, or studio that are responsible for giving us Alias every week.
Boy do we wish we were.
On with the story -************************
They had picked this church because it was small, and they really didn’t have many guests that needed to be accommodated. The location was out of the way – up the winding highways of the coast of California where the dust gets kicked up in the road as you drive along twisting and turning as you go.
She was wearing a white dress made of tulle which floated around her body in its simple ruffles. She wore white flip flops on her feet, and the only jewelry she wore were a simple pair of white gold hoops and a simple diamond ring on her right hand. In her hands was a simple bouquet of white calla lilies held together with a blue piece of lace.
It had seemed since she had started the walk up the aisle to him that all the air and sound inside of the room had vanished. She had made the solo walk in slow motion and once she made it to him she had handed her flowers over to Kerry. Then she turned to face him with a warm smile and butterflies beating in her stomach.
Standing there holding his hand she could feel the warmth behind it, his warmth, their warmth. Focusing on the priest in front of her she watched his mouth as he spoke – making out every word.
It felt strange to her to be standing up there, in front of these people. She felt almost like she was putting on a play - standing there in her new dress with him in his new suit – trying to make everything new.
Here so far away from all the things that had transpired in her life she thought it might actually be possible to move on – to alter her history – to leave pieces, and people behind.
Turning her head she looked at his face – so solemn. He studied every word that was being said and nodded along with the priest. The changes in him were so evident in this setting and in this ceremony.
Sensing her focus of attention on him he looked over at her and squeezed her hand reassuringly in his own.
Looking back at the priest for only a moment, he started to faithfully recite the vows that would link him forever to her – the vision in white in front of him. The woman he knew he had not repented nearly enough to deserve.
It was only after he had finished his vows in the moment of silence before she was to begin hers they heard the noise of someone walking toward them from the side.
He knew who it was before he even looked in the direction of the sound coming from behind him just from looking into her eyes. How he had found them was simple.
It was the why that both of them deliberated on as the whole church fell silent and still waiting to hear what he had to say.
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Let us know what you think. If you guys like it we'll go ahead and get ready to post the begining of Sydney's differnt path.
While ultimately this will be a single story it will take two divergently different paths to reach the singularity. The story will start from the same exact moment in time and then split into two.
These two stories are the two paths that Sydney Bristow’s life could have taken. We will each be responsible for one path and in the end of the story they will meet up again – showing the path that Sydney chose.
So you will be able to know what she could have had and what she will achieve from her choice.
The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen does.
~Ian Stewart on Chaos Theory
Everything we do has a consequence.
Disclaimer – We own none of the characters of the world of Alias – and we are in no way affiliated with anyone from the show, production companies, or studio that are responsible for giving us Alias every week.
Boy do we wish we were.
On with the story -************************
They had picked this church because it was small, and they really didn’t have many guests that needed to be accommodated. The location was out of the way – up the winding highways of the coast of California where the dust gets kicked up in the road as you drive along twisting and turning as you go.
She was wearing a white dress made of tulle which floated around her body in its simple ruffles. She wore white flip flops on her feet, and the only jewelry she wore were a simple pair of white gold hoops and a simple diamond ring on her right hand. In her hands was a simple bouquet of white calla lilies held together with a blue piece of lace.
It had seemed since she had started the walk up the aisle to him that all the air and sound inside of the room had vanished. She had made the solo walk in slow motion and once she made it to him she had handed her flowers over to Kerry. Then she turned to face him with a warm smile and butterflies beating in her stomach.
Standing there holding his hand she could feel the warmth behind it, his warmth, their warmth. Focusing on the priest in front of her she watched his mouth as he spoke – making out every word.
It felt strange to her to be standing up there, in front of these people. She felt almost like she was putting on a play - standing there in her new dress with him in his new suit – trying to make everything new.
Here so far away from all the things that had transpired in her life she thought it might actually be possible to move on – to alter her history – to leave pieces, and people behind.
Turning her head she looked at his face – so solemn. He studied every word that was being said and nodded along with the priest. The changes in him were so evident in this setting and in this ceremony.
Sensing her focus of attention on him he looked over at her and squeezed her hand reassuringly in his own.
Looking back at the priest for only a moment, he started to faithfully recite the vows that would link him forever to her – the vision in white in front of him. The woman he knew he had not repented nearly enough to deserve.
It was only after he had finished his vows in the moment of silence before she was to begin hers they heard the noise of someone walking toward them from the side.
He knew who it was before he even looked in the direction of the sound coming from behind him just from looking into her eyes. How he had found them was simple.
It was the why that both of them deliberated on as the whole church fell silent and still waiting to hear what he had to say.
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Let us know what you think. If you guys like it we'll go ahead and get ready to post the begining of Sydney's differnt path.
