Missing Two Years
Disclaimer: I WISH own Alias.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my second try on Alias. Hope you’d like it and I would really appreciate your reviews. Thanks!
Italicized text represents thoughts.
Chapter 1 - The Haunting
Vaughn is driving like a mad dog because he is going for late for work. His class would start in 15 minutes. Fortunately heard, over the radio, that there had been an accident on the freeway so he’s taking the side streets, which is a longer but traffic free zone. He was never late in anything before, not in class as a student, not in hokey practices and not as a CIA operative. And he is not planning on starting now, as a university professor. However, except for the fact that he is about to be late for his class, he feels that today is going to be fine day. It took him a while; actually it seemed like forever, to recover from the loss of the love of his life. But he has now moved on. He has a life again, a good paying job and maybe something good happening between him and his new girlfriend, Lauren. But he doesn’t know that reality is about to unfold before his eyes. Fate will yet again play with him.
As he speeds through the street, crossing the intersection, it happened. She ran across the street. He turned the wheel to evade her and prevent the car from running over her. His car swerved and smashed to the light post. He hit his head. He’s bleeding pretty hard but that wasn’t what he was so terrified about. The woman. He was sure it was her. She looked a little different but it was her. He was sure of it. He got out of the crushed car and franticly looked around to spot her. Then all went black and he dropped to the ground.
He hears beeping. He inhaled. HOSPITAL. And sure enough when he opened his eyes, there he was, lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his head and face. He moved to sit up. He winced. Broken rib or ribs for that matter. He laid back down. Flashes of the earlier event immediately came down to him. The tires screeched. She stared at him. She looked horrified. Then she ran away. This is not possible or is it? C’mon Mike, there’s no such thing as people coming back to life. But there’s no such thing as ghosts either, or is there? This is all very mind-boggling. Maybe this is just a dream. But it sure a hell didn’t feel like one. His train of thought was broken when the door opened. He opened his eyes. Yep, this is definitely not a dream. My dreams never include Weiss, not for the wrong reasons or anything.
“Hey man! Good. You’re awake already. How are you feeling?” Weiss sat on the chair near the bed. “What happened? You weren’t drinking again, were you?”
Vaughn shook his head lightly. “Weiss I saw her.” Weiss gave him a confused look. “Look,” he continued, “I know it sounds crazy but I swear to God I saw her Eric. I saw Sydney. She’s alive.”
Weiss just stared at him with a blank expression on his face. Then he stood up slowly, nodding his head, ”OK Mike,” he approached the bed and gave his best friend a pat on the shoulder, “I think you should get some rest first. Maybe you banged your head really hard this time. I'll talk to you later, OK?” Then Weiss left immediately, not allowing him to explain any further.
TBC….
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So what you guys think? This is just an intro, so that you’ll have an idea on the story line. The next chapter, Set Up, is on the way. So please tell me what you guys think.
Disclaimer: I WISH own Alias.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my second try on Alias. Hope you’d like it and I would really appreciate your reviews. Thanks!
Italicized text represents thoughts.
Chapter 1 - The Haunting
Vaughn is driving like a mad dog because he is going for late for work. His class would start in 15 minutes. Fortunately heard, over the radio, that there had been an accident on the freeway so he’s taking the side streets, which is a longer but traffic free zone. He was never late in anything before, not in class as a student, not in hokey practices and not as a CIA operative. And he is not planning on starting now, as a university professor. However, except for the fact that he is about to be late for his class, he feels that today is going to be fine day. It took him a while; actually it seemed like forever, to recover from the loss of the love of his life. But he has now moved on. He has a life again, a good paying job and maybe something good happening between him and his new girlfriend, Lauren. But he doesn’t know that reality is about to unfold before his eyes. Fate will yet again play with him.
As he speeds through the street, crossing the intersection, it happened. She ran across the street. He turned the wheel to evade her and prevent the car from running over her. His car swerved and smashed to the light post. He hit his head. He’s bleeding pretty hard but that wasn’t what he was so terrified about. The woman. He was sure it was her. She looked a little different but it was her. He was sure of it. He got out of the crushed car and franticly looked around to spot her. Then all went black and he dropped to the ground.
He hears beeping. He inhaled. HOSPITAL. And sure enough when he opened his eyes, there he was, lying on the hospital bed with bandages all over his head and face. He moved to sit up. He winced. Broken rib or ribs for that matter. He laid back down. Flashes of the earlier event immediately came down to him. The tires screeched. She stared at him. She looked horrified. Then she ran away. This is not possible or is it? C’mon Mike, there’s no such thing as people coming back to life. But there’s no such thing as ghosts either, or is there? This is all very mind-boggling. Maybe this is just a dream. But it sure a hell didn’t feel like one. His train of thought was broken when the door opened. He opened his eyes. Yep, this is definitely not a dream. My dreams never include Weiss, not for the wrong reasons or anything.
“Hey man! Good. You’re awake already. How are you feeling?” Weiss sat on the chair near the bed. “What happened? You weren’t drinking again, were you?”
Vaughn shook his head lightly. “Weiss I saw her.” Weiss gave him a confused look. “Look,” he continued, “I know it sounds crazy but I swear to God I saw her Eric. I saw Sydney. She’s alive.”
Weiss just stared at him with a blank expression on his face. Then he stood up slowly, nodding his head, ”OK Mike,” he approached the bed and gave his best friend a pat on the shoulder, “I think you should get some rest first. Maybe you banged your head really hard this time. I'll talk to you later, OK?” Then Weiss left immediately, not allowing him to explain any further.
TBC….
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So what you guys think? This is just an intro, so that you’ll have an idea on the story line. The next chapter, Set Up, is on the way. So please tell me what you guys think.
