AugustSnow
Cadet
Synopsis: Sydney wakes up one morning to find herself thrown back into time. She’s in 17th century England, she has a twin sister, she’s engaged to be married to Julian Sark, she finds out that the love of her life is engaged to be married to her worst enemy, and she’s a princess! No one knows she’s really from the 21st century, and there is only one person who can help her get back … Milo Rambaldi.
AU, Pre - The Telling
Ship: S/V (main ship), a little S/S, J/I
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize I don’t own, they all belong to JJ, ABC, Bad Robot, etc. Everything you don’t recognize belongs to me.
Please review, positive or negative!
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow’s lips formed into a small smile. She and Vaughn had gone on a date the night before. Sydney lay on the feathery mattress in her room, as she turned over on her side to look at Vaughn. She opened her eyes only slightly as she woke up slowly.
Sunlight poured into the room, and Sydney was blinded by the light. She went to put her arm around Vaughn; he was still asleep as far as Sydney knew. Her arm smacked right back down on the mattress; Vaughn wasn’t there. The slow realization then hit her:
This wasn’t her bed.
Sydney bolted upwards, now fully awake. She took in her surroundings. She was in a humungous bedroom, with Medieval art hung up on the walls. The walls were a light, pale yellow, and there were about seven windows in the room, sunlight peaking through them. There was a closet, a dresser and a nightstand in the room as well, all mahogany. She turned to look at the time. There was no clock.
Sydney jumped out of the bed, and looked down. She was wearing a nightgown. Sydney Bristow never wore nightgowns. Not only was it a gown though, it was an old-fashioned one, frills, lace and all.
Sydney definitely wasn’t in LA anymore.
Just then a woman entered the room, carrying a stack of what looked like bathroom towels. Sydney looked at her, senses on high alert, ready to fight if needed.
The woman stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sydney out of bed, and staring at her. A surprised look crossed her face, but was instantly replaced with a gentle smile.
“Oh good, you’re awake!” The woman said cheerily to Sydney.
She looked like a servant. She was wearing what seemed to be old-fashioned clothes, much like Sydney’s nightgown. The woman’s light brown hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her puffy old dress was stained with food.
“The King and Queen are waiting for you to go come down for breakfast.” The servant said.
Sydney kept staring at her. King? Queen? This had to be some kind of sick joke.
“Come on, we have to get you dressed for breakfast, Princess.”
Princess??
The woman started to walk towards Sydney. Sydney backed right up into the wall.
“I … uh … who are you?” Sydney asked the servant woman.
The woman chuckled, and shook her head.
“Princess, I know that you’re trying to stall, but the King and Queen are waiting for you. Princess Julia is already in the dining hall.”
When Sydney’s expression didn’t change and she stayed up against the wall, the woman sighed and decided to play along.
“My name is Kate, Princess Sydney. You know that.” Kate started to walk towards Sydney again, but Sydney turned and backed up onto the bed. Kate crossed her arms over her dress and put down the stack of towels. She let out another exasperated sigh.
“Princess, the King and Queen are waiting,” Kate said.
“What is the date?” Sydney asked.
It was at that moment that Sydney realized that she had an English accent. Kate did too.
“Princess…”
“Humor me.” Sydney replied to the tired servant. She needed to know what was going on. It was obvious she wasn’t in 2004 anymore.
Kate sighed again.
“August 21st.”
“What’s the year?”
Kate rolled her eyes, which looked almost silly on the middle aged woman.
“1601.”
*
About 15 minutes later, Sydney made her way down to the dining hall were she was supposedly expected for breakfast. She was hoping that when she walked down there Francie would jump out and yell “Surprise!” Sydney had let Kate dress her for breakfast she wasn’t going to find out was really happening by staying in her room all day.
But that doesn’t explain the accent, Sydney said to herself.
She walked into the hall and to her surprise, sitting there was Jack and Irina, and beside them sat a mirror image of herself.
Chapter Two
“Sydney,” Jack said, his voice cold. “So nice of you to finally join us.”
Sydney was still standing in the entrance to the Dining Hall. What was her mother doing sitting beside Jack, and most importantly, who was the person sitting beside Irina that was identical to herself?
This definitely wasn’t a joke. This was reality. Sydney was obviously in some kind of alternate universe. Some kind of 17th century universe.
Irina gently touched Jack’s arm, as if to say “calm down”. He looked at her, and his eyes softened; they looked like two people in love.
Sydney couldn’t keep her eyes off the double, this was just too weird!
“Sydney, please sit down, the Royal Family of Wales will be here in just two hours, we have to get you ready.” Irina said kindly.
Sydney kept her eyes fixed on her mirror image as she went to sit down. A servant came rushing to her side to pull a chair out for her. Sydney just brushed the man aside and sat down. The three people sitting at the table stared at her rudeness. Sydney didn’t even notice.
Her double finally realized Sydney staring at her and smirked, a playful-evil glint in her eye. She stuck out her tongue out at Sydney and then went back to her breakfast. Sydney didn’t know what to make of this. Was this person her sister in this world? Was she a clone? Who was this girl exactly?
Sydney looked down at the table as Jack and Irina continued their conversation. There were about ten different pieces of cutlery in front of her. Sydney tried desperately to remember what each fork, spoon and knife was used for when she heard her name in her parents’ conversation.
“Sydney, are you ready to meet Prince Julian today? I know that you were angry at us when we told you that you were betrothed to Prince Julian. You being the first born, we need you to marry! You’re already 18 and not married yet!” Irina said.
Most of what her mother had said washed right over her head. She noticed her double scowling as Irina spoke.
“I’m 18? And engaged?” Sydney blurted out.
“Sydney!” Where are your manners this morning?” Jack said angrily to Sydney. She couldn’t help but recoil when Jack had yelled at her. She wasn’t used to having her own father angry at her.
“Besides,” Irina continued the conversation, ignoring Sydney’s outburst and Jack’s anger. “You and Prince Julian will produce beautiful children.”
Sydney couldn’t help but feel sick at this remark. She was in a whole different universe, she was royal, there was someone that looked exactly like her, her parents were still married, and she was engaged to be married to an unknown man.
Sydney left the dining hall and bolted up to her room. She needed to find a way to get out. And as soon as possible.
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Eek! How was it? Please review so I know if I should continue or not If anyone would like me to PM them when the next chapter(s) are up just ask, I'll be happy to do it!
Everyone from the spy-world is going to be in this new world, so next chapter we'll meet more people! ^_^
AU, Pre - The Telling
Ship: S/V (main ship), a little S/S, J/I
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize I don’t own, they all belong to JJ, ABC, Bad Robot, etc. Everything you don’t recognize belongs to me.
Please review, positive or negative!
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow’s lips formed into a small smile. She and Vaughn had gone on a date the night before. Sydney lay on the feathery mattress in her room, as she turned over on her side to look at Vaughn. She opened her eyes only slightly as she woke up slowly.
Sunlight poured into the room, and Sydney was blinded by the light. She went to put her arm around Vaughn; he was still asleep as far as Sydney knew. Her arm smacked right back down on the mattress; Vaughn wasn’t there. The slow realization then hit her:
This wasn’t her bed.
Sydney bolted upwards, now fully awake. She took in her surroundings. She was in a humungous bedroom, with Medieval art hung up on the walls. The walls were a light, pale yellow, and there were about seven windows in the room, sunlight peaking through them. There was a closet, a dresser and a nightstand in the room as well, all mahogany. She turned to look at the time. There was no clock.
Sydney jumped out of the bed, and looked down. She was wearing a nightgown. Sydney Bristow never wore nightgowns. Not only was it a gown though, it was an old-fashioned one, frills, lace and all.
Sydney definitely wasn’t in LA anymore.
Just then a woman entered the room, carrying a stack of what looked like bathroom towels. Sydney looked at her, senses on high alert, ready to fight if needed.
The woman stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sydney out of bed, and staring at her. A surprised look crossed her face, but was instantly replaced with a gentle smile.
“Oh good, you’re awake!” The woman said cheerily to Sydney.
She looked like a servant. She was wearing what seemed to be old-fashioned clothes, much like Sydney’s nightgown. The woman’s light brown hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her puffy old dress was stained with food.
“The King and Queen are waiting for you to go come down for breakfast.” The servant said.
Sydney kept staring at her. King? Queen? This had to be some kind of sick joke.
“Come on, we have to get you dressed for breakfast, Princess.”
Princess??
The woman started to walk towards Sydney. Sydney backed right up into the wall.
“I … uh … who are you?” Sydney asked the servant woman.
The woman chuckled, and shook her head.
“Princess, I know that you’re trying to stall, but the King and Queen are waiting for you. Princess Julia is already in the dining hall.”
When Sydney’s expression didn’t change and she stayed up against the wall, the woman sighed and decided to play along.
“My name is Kate, Princess Sydney. You know that.” Kate started to walk towards Sydney again, but Sydney turned and backed up onto the bed. Kate crossed her arms over her dress and put down the stack of towels. She let out another exasperated sigh.
“Princess, the King and Queen are waiting,” Kate said.
“What is the date?” Sydney asked.
It was at that moment that Sydney realized that she had an English accent. Kate did too.
“Princess…”
“Humor me.” Sydney replied to the tired servant. She needed to know what was going on. It was obvious she wasn’t in 2004 anymore.
Kate sighed again.
“August 21st.”
“What’s the year?”
Kate rolled her eyes, which looked almost silly on the middle aged woman.
“1601.”
*
About 15 minutes later, Sydney made her way down to the dining hall were she was supposedly expected for breakfast. She was hoping that when she walked down there Francie would jump out and yell “Surprise!” Sydney had let Kate dress her for breakfast she wasn’t going to find out was really happening by staying in her room all day.
But that doesn’t explain the accent, Sydney said to herself.
She walked into the hall and to her surprise, sitting there was Jack and Irina, and beside them sat a mirror image of herself.
Chapter Two
“Sydney,” Jack said, his voice cold. “So nice of you to finally join us.”
Sydney was still standing in the entrance to the Dining Hall. What was her mother doing sitting beside Jack, and most importantly, who was the person sitting beside Irina that was identical to herself?
This definitely wasn’t a joke. This was reality. Sydney was obviously in some kind of alternate universe. Some kind of 17th century universe.
Irina gently touched Jack’s arm, as if to say “calm down”. He looked at her, and his eyes softened; they looked like two people in love.
Sydney couldn’t keep her eyes off the double, this was just too weird!
“Sydney, please sit down, the Royal Family of Wales will be here in just two hours, we have to get you ready.” Irina said kindly.
Sydney kept her eyes fixed on her mirror image as she went to sit down. A servant came rushing to her side to pull a chair out for her. Sydney just brushed the man aside and sat down. The three people sitting at the table stared at her rudeness. Sydney didn’t even notice.
Her double finally realized Sydney staring at her and smirked, a playful-evil glint in her eye. She stuck out her tongue out at Sydney and then went back to her breakfast. Sydney didn’t know what to make of this. Was this person her sister in this world? Was she a clone? Who was this girl exactly?
Sydney looked down at the table as Jack and Irina continued their conversation. There were about ten different pieces of cutlery in front of her. Sydney tried desperately to remember what each fork, spoon and knife was used for when she heard her name in her parents’ conversation.
“Sydney, are you ready to meet Prince Julian today? I know that you were angry at us when we told you that you were betrothed to Prince Julian. You being the first born, we need you to marry! You’re already 18 and not married yet!” Irina said.
Most of what her mother had said washed right over her head. She noticed her double scowling as Irina spoke.
“I’m 18? And engaged?” Sydney blurted out.
“Sydney!” Where are your manners this morning?” Jack said angrily to Sydney. She couldn’t help but recoil when Jack had yelled at her. She wasn’t used to having her own father angry at her.
“Besides,” Irina continued the conversation, ignoring Sydney’s outburst and Jack’s anger. “You and Prince Julian will produce beautiful children.”
Sydney couldn’t help but feel sick at this remark. She was in a whole different universe, she was royal, there was someone that looked exactly like her, her parents were still married, and she was engaged to be married to an unknown man.
Sydney left the dining hall and bolted up to her room. She needed to find a way to get out. And as soon as possible.
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Eek! How was it? Please review so I know if I should continue or not If anyone would like me to PM them when the next chapter(s) are up just ask, I'll be happy to do it!
Everyone from the spy-world is going to be in this new world, so next chapter we'll meet more people! ^_^