jerseyhartnett
Cadet
Hi guys! this is my 3rd attempt at fan fiction and my very first alias story... hope you guys like it... i'm a huge S/V shipper and i wrote this story based on a bunch of my favorite romantic comedies. the title and much of the fic was based on michael vartan's movie of the same name... so go on, read and please.... be kind! later! 
CHAPTER ONE
Her eyes were blurring with tears as she jumped up and down waving her arms trying to get her cat to listen to her.
“Ginger! Ginger please come down!” she pleaded to her orange tabby cat who had climbed way up high an oak tree. The little girl looked around desperately for her daddy, he had to be here somewhere, he’d get Ginger down.
“Is that your cat?” an unfamiliar voice asked her. She sniffled and looked up at the sound of the voice. It belonged to a little boy who looked older then her, and certainly a lot taller.
“Ye…Yes,” she answered her voice wavering.
“Don’t cry, here, I’ll get him for you,” the older boy offered with a reassuring smile as he began his ascent up the oak tree.
“It’s a her,” the little girl corrected automatically as she sniffled again.
“Her,” the boy shot back, his tone light and teasing.
****
“Syd! Better get up if you want to catch your flight!” Francie Calfo’s singsong voice
roused Sydney Bristow up from her comfortable, sleep filled state.
“Be right there,” she called back, her voice sounding even raspier than it felt as she raised her head up from her pillow… only to flop it back down again.
A moment later she felt a huge weight settle against her on the bed, effectively waking her up.
“Oh no you don’t girl! It’s late, you haven’t finished packing and you have to eat a full breakfast, I know how much you hate airplane food!” Francie said firmly as she wagged a finger in front the one eye that Sydney managed to pry open for her best friend.
“Okay, okay,” Sydney groaned as she sat up and threw back the covers revealing her pajama bottoms and tank top. “I was in the middle of dream,” she explained to Francie who stood up, crossed her arms and gave Sydney an excited grin.
“Was it a sex dream?” Francie asked breathlessly. Sydney gave her a look. “No, but if you must know, I was dreaming about a little girl who nearly lost her cat, but then this saint, in the form of a little boy decided to help her.”
“Oh,” Francie’s nose wrinkled up as she processed what Sydney had just said. “You’re even more boring in your dreams.” She giggled when a pillow landed squarely in her face. “So who was it? A couple of your students?”
Sydney’s forehead furrowed slightly as she thought about her dream again. “No, I don’t think so. The little girl didn’t look old enough to be in 3rd grade and the boy, he was probably a six year old’s version of an older man… besides, their faces were kind of fuzzy. Makes me want to go back to sleep and figure it all out.”
“Forget it! You can rest on the plane and get a lot of cat naps once you’re in New York,” Francie reminded her.
Sydney smiled as a dreamy look crossed her face. “A weekend in New York with nothing to do except plan the wedding of my dreams.”
Francie grinned and threw a pillow at her. “Don’t forget all the pampering and luxury you’ll find at The Plaza hotel.”
“Nope, can’t forget that,” Sydney agreed. “I just wish Danny didn’t have to go to London this month.”
Francie felt her enthusiasm drop several degrees as she took in the glum expression that replaced Sydney’s smile.
“Time is money for businessmen and he couldn’t afford to reschedule this trip. I wish I could go with you but the restaurant’s got me real tied up. But don’t worry Syd, you’ll do great on your own, you always do. In fact, maybe going solo on this trip is a good thing, you know? Think of it as your last hurrah as a single woman.”
Sydney smiled slowly and nodded. “You’re right Francie, it’s going to be great. Besides, it’s not like Danny’s really into planning these kind of things anyway,” she replied.
Francie nodded. “Good girl. Now get into that shower, get dressed, make yourself beautiful while I fix us some breakfast. Go! Scat!” she said loudly as she pulled Sydney to her feet and whacked her lightly on the backside to the direction of the bathroom.
****
“Will, I’ve been in New York for less than an hour!” Sydney said sounding exasperated but managing a kind smile as she handed a generous tip to the elderly cab driver who handed her luggage over to the doorman of the Plaza hotel.
“Thank you miss,” the driver answered giving his fisherman’s hat a slight tip in her direction before heading off.
“Sydney, do not let your guard down, muggers could be anywhere in that city,” Will warned her for what seemed like the millionth time already.
“Look sweetie, I’m standing in front of my hotel right now and in a few seconds I’ll be perfectly safe once I actually step it. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’ll call you later,” she assured him.
Another quick grumble from Will and then she was a free woman. “Sorry about that,” she apologized to the doorman who grinned at her and showed her into the lobby and led her towards the front desk.
“Hi, reservation for Sydney Bristow,” she told the petite woman standing behind the reception desk, Juliet her nametag read, with a smile.
“Of course Miss Bristow, you already have several messages, they’ve been coming in for the past 2 hours,” Juliet told her with a wink.
CHAPTER ONE
Her eyes were blurring with tears as she jumped up and down waving her arms trying to get her cat to listen to her.
“Ginger! Ginger please come down!” she pleaded to her orange tabby cat who had climbed way up high an oak tree. The little girl looked around desperately for her daddy, he had to be here somewhere, he’d get Ginger down.
“Is that your cat?” an unfamiliar voice asked her. She sniffled and looked up at the sound of the voice. It belonged to a little boy who looked older then her, and certainly a lot taller.
“Ye…Yes,” she answered her voice wavering.
“Don’t cry, here, I’ll get him for you,” the older boy offered with a reassuring smile as he began his ascent up the oak tree.
“It’s a her,” the little girl corrected automatically as she sniffled again.
“Her,” the boy shot back, his tone light and teasing.
****
“Syd! Better get up if you want to catch your flight!” Francie Calfo’s singsong voice
roused Sydney Bristow up from her comfortable, sleep filled state.
“Be right there,” she called back, her voice sounding even raspier than it felt as she raised her head up from her pillow… only to flop it back down again.
A moment later she felt a huge weight settle against her on the bed, effectively waking her up.
“Oh no you don’t girl! It’s late, you haven’t finished packing and you have to eat a full breakfast, I know how much you hate airplane food!” Francie said firmly as she wagged a finger in front the one eye that Sydney managed to pry open for her best friend.
“Okay, okay,” Sydney groaned as she sat up and threw back the covers revealing her pajama bottoms and tank top. “I was in the middle of dream,” she explained to Francie who stood up, crossed her arms and gave Sydney an excited grin.
“Was it a sex dream?” Francie asked breathlessly. Sydney gave her a look. “No, but if you must know, I was dreaming about a little girl who nearly lost her cat, but then this saint, in the form of a little boy decided to help her.”
“Oh,” Francie’s nose wrinkled up as she processed what Sydney had just said. “You’re even more boring in your dreams.” She giggled when a pillow landed squarely in her face. “So who was it? A couple of your students?”
Sydney’s forehead furrowed slightly as she thought about her dream again. “No, I don’t think so. The little girl didn’t look old enough to be in 3rd grade and the boy, he was probably a six year old’s version of an older man… besides, their faces were kind of fuzzy. Makes me want to go back to sleep and figure it all out.”
“Forget it! You can rest on the plane and get a lot of cat naps once you’re in New York,” Francie reminded her.
Sydney smiled as a dreamy look crossed her face. “A weekend in New York with nothing to do except plan the wedding of my dreams.”
Francie grinned and threw a pillow at her. “Don’t forget all the pampering and luxury you’ll find at The Plaza hotel.”
“Nope, can’t forget that,” Sydney agreed. “I just wish Danny didn’t have to go to London this month.”
Francie felt her enthusiasm drop several degrees as she took in the glum expression that replaced Sydney’s smile.
“Time is money for businessmen and he couldn’t afford to reschedule this trip. I wish I could go with you but the restaurant’s got me real tied up. But don’t worry Syd, you’ll do great on your own, you always do. In fact, maybe going solo on this trip is a good thing, you know? Think of it as your last hurrah as a single woman.”
Sydney smiled slowly and nodded. “You’re right Francie, it’s going to be great. Besides, it’s not like Danny’s really into planning these kind of things anyway,” she replied.
Francie nodded. “Good girl. Now get into that shower, get dressed, make yourself beautiful while I fix us some breakfast. Go! Scat!” she said loudly as she pulled Sydney to her feet and whacked her lightly on the backside to the direction of the bathroom.
****
“Will, I’ve been in New York for less than an hour!” Sydney said sounding exasperated but managing a kind smile as she handed a generous tip to the elderly cab driver who handed her luggage over to the doorman of the Plaza hotel.
“Thank you miss,” the driver answered giving his fisherman’s hat a slight tip in her direction before heading off.
“Sydney, do not let your guard down, muggers could be anywhere in that city,” Will warned her for what seemed like the millionth time already.
“Look sweetie, I’m standing in front of my hotel right now and in a few seconds I’ll be perfectly safe once I actually step it. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, I’ll call you later,” she assured him.
Another quick grumble from Will and then she was a free woman. “Sorry about that,” she apologized to the doorman who grinned at her and showed her into the lobby and led her towards the front desk.
“Hi, reservation for Sydney Bristow,” she told the petite woman standing behind the reception desk, Juliet her nametag read, with a smile.
“Of course Miss Bristow, you already have several messages, they’ve been coming in for the past 2 hours,” Juliet told her with a wink.
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