Madam Rage
Cadet
Disclaimers : Same as before... in case you've missed them... It all started when my niece was watching the "Wizard of Oz" and if Dorothy can tap her red rubies to get home, maybe I can do the same to my Red Gucci's to own Alias... *Running over to tap the Gucci's* Needless to say, nothing happened.. :blink: but my 5 year old niece calling me crazy.. :lol: . Obviously I do wish I had owned them but unfortunately I don't.. JJ does as well as ABC.. :angry:
I know that there are a lot of great authors with fabolous stories that deal with post of "TT.." and I hope this is worthy of them as well..
This story is completely AU... Note that this story is darker than my other one, The Auction, so throughout some of the future parts... I'll rate them as I go..
Takes place after Sydney has been brought back from Hong Kong... She is told and starts to witness the changes that's occured in two years...
Title: Future Imperfect
“You know nothing. Before you go out to make enemies of the only people you’ve got left who love and support you unconditionally, don’t make accusations without knowing the whole story.” Will spat out angrily. “You don’t know how lives have changed of the people around you in the last two years.”
The once Double Agent Super-Spy Sydney Bristow shrank back in shock at the vicious tone of his voice. This was obviously not the mild mannered and soft spoken Will Tippin she once knew, rather the one two years back. She never heard him raise his voice with anyone, especially her.
He walked off to the corner, taking in deep breaths to get his temper back in control. He turned back and their eyes made contact. What he saw in her eyes were vulnerability and fright. He saw the shell of Sydney Bristow.
She, on the other hand, saw the suspicions and weary eyes evident in his look and could not read him anymore.
He sighed and started again, “Sorry for yelling..”
She sat on the cot and hugged her knees, looking more like a small scolded child rather than the prophesied woman in the Rambaldi documents. “It’s okay...” she whispered softly.
“There’s a lot that has happened in the past two years, Sydney... things that you.. hell... none of us could have imagined.”
She nodded her head solemnly, “Francie.. Sark...” she continued with pain filled in her voice, “..my mother...” and she spat out the next name venomously, “Arvin Sloane.”
Just then, the afternoon military guard came by, punching in the code to open the door to inform him that time was up. “Agent Tippin-“
At hearing this, her head shot up between the guard and Will, “Agent?!?”
Will noticed the confusion and incredulous tone but didn’t say anything for the moment. He only nodded, “Is there anything you need?” he asked as he squatted down to her.
‘My damn semi-normal life back..’ she thought but answered in the form of “No.”
He got up to walk away as the guard held the door open. With the minimal lighting of the cell, she didn’t notice the metallic glint on his finger until he was outside in the hallway, ‘what the hell?’ “Will?”
He turned back to her with another unreadable expression on her face. Since she didn’t speak, he got worried and walked back in, “What is it Syd?” His old endearment slipped out mistakenly.
As he was about to take another step, she broke the minute of silence, “I guess my spy skills slipped off and became rusty after two years, huh?” she tried to break the uncomfortable atmosphere with dry humor.
He stood still in the same spot; his brow furrowing.
‘Just like Vaughn’s..' she thought and the tears threatened to spill over but she didn’t let them drop.
He became cautiously guarded at the tone of her voice, “What are you talking about? Noticed what?”
She couldn’t believe that she was about to repeat the same question she had asked Vaughn just a few days ago but now to a different man, “Will... why are you wearing that ring?”
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Tell me what you think.. Should I keep it going? Does it intrigue you? I'm open to suggestions and your opinions..
Farah
I know that there are a lot of great authors with fabolous stories that deal with post of "TT.." and I hope this is worthy of them as well..
This story is completely AU... Note that this story is darker than my other one, The Auction, so throughout some of the future parts... I'll rate them as I go..
Takes place after Sydney has been brought back from Hong Kong... She is told and starts to witness the changes that's occured in two years...
Title: Future Imperfect
“You know nothing. Before you go out to make enemies of the only people you’ve got left who love and support you unconditionally, don’t make accusations without knowing the whole story.” Will spat out angrily. “You don’t know how lives have changed of the people around you in the last two years.”
The once Double Agent Super-Spy Sydney Bristow shrank back in shock at the vicious tone of his voice. This was obviously not the mild mannered and soft spoken Will Tippin she once knew, rather the one two years back. She never heard him raise his voice with anyone, especially her.
He walked off to the corner, taking in deep breaths to get his temper back in control. He turned back and their eyes made contact. What he saw in her eyes were vulnerability and fright. He saw the shell of Sydney Bristow.
She, on the other hand, saw the suspicions and weary eyes evident in his look and could not read him anymore.
He sighed and started again, “Sorry for yelling..”
She sat on the cot and hugged her knees, looking more like a small scolded child rather than the prophesied woman in the Rambaldi documents. “It’s okay...” she whispered softly.
“There’s a lot that has happened in the past two years, Sydney... things that you.. hell... none of us could have imagined.”
She nodded her head solemnly, “Francie.. Sark...” she continued with pain filled in her voice, “..my mother...” and she spat out the next name venomously, “Arvin Sloane.”
Just then, the afternoon military guard came by, punching in the code to open the door to inform him that time was up. “Agent Tippin-“
At hearing this, her head shot up between the guard and Will, “Agent?!?”
Will noticed the confusion and incredulous tone but didn’t say anything for the moment. He only nodded, “Is there anything you need?” he asked as he squatted down to her.
‘My damn semi-normal life back..’ she thought but answered in the form of “No.”
He got up to walk away as the guard held the door open. With the minimal lighting of the cell, she didn’t notice the metallic glint on his finger until he was outside in the hallway, ‘what the hell?’ “Will?”
He turned back to her with another unreadable expression on her face. Since she didn’t speak, he got worried and walked back in, “What is it Syd?” His old endearment slipped out mistakenly.
As he was about to take another step, she broke the minute of silence, “I guess my spy skills slipped off and became rusty after two years, huh?” she tried to break the uncomfortable atmosphere with dry humor.
He stood still in the same spot; his brow furrowing.
‘Just like Vaughn’s..' she thought and the tears threatened to spill over but she didn’t let them drop.
He became cautiously guarded at the tone of her voice, “What are you talking about? Noticed what?”
She couldn’t believe that she was about to repeat the same question she had asked Vaughn just a few days ago but now to a different man, “Will... why are you wearing that ring?”
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Tell me what you think.. Should I keep it going? Does it intrigue you? I'm open to suggestions and your opinions..
Farah