Alias Elle
Cadet
Another of my extraordinarily long fics…
As you guys know, I haven’t been on for quite a while, but I decided tonight that I was going to write a story because I feel so bad for not having written a thing! So, even though I’m a little rusty, here it goes…
Never to Have Loved At All
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the aspects or affiliates of Alias, those rights belong solely to JJ. However, if you would like to copy this story or use it in some way, please contact me via here or email.
Summary; It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Or so they say.
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-As this story begins, we see our heroine with—wait a second, that’s not Michael Vaughn!
-Maybe we should say how she got to this point first, narratorio.
-Oh, fine. I just thought—
-Just get on with the story.
-Alright.
“Sydney, you’ve been missing for almost two years.”
This sentence made her heart stop every time she replayed that scene in her mind. What was it that made it seem so unreal? Everything—well, almost everything was the same the night she woke up in Hong Kong. Alright, her father was in prison and her lover was married. Other than that…
Oh, who was she kidding? Her world had been flipped upside down, with her outside of its orbit. Last night she had gone to bed after throwing back her usual tequila with Weiss. This morning she woke up with a pounding headache, as usual, and the desperate urge to kill herself. Why hadn’t her captors given her that release? That, she thought to herself, would have at least been the humane thing to do. Not waking up next to Vaughn the way she was supposed to everyday, it just killed her. It ate her up, and she could do nothing but sit around and watch him be happy with… her. Her who had taken Vaughn away from Sydney… her… Sydney had tried to blame Lauren for her troubles, but she couldn’t seem to find that handle. Lauren was… good. That’s all there was to it.
Sydney went through her usual morning ritual, pulling on her habitual black suit, slicking her short dark hair back into some sort of ponytail, and looking in the mirror at the scar on her stomach. She had twirled this little mystery over and over in her head time and time again, but to no avail. Had she been pregnant? Had someone removed a vital organ? No one had addressed the issue yet. She had the feeling they had been afraid to find out the truth. And in all honesty, she was right there with them.
Walking in to the CIA building that morning, she hurried over to Lauren’s desk.
“Hey, any word from Vaughn?” It was only after these words left her lips that she saw the bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked face turned towards her. Lauren quickly wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “No, there, um, they haven’t located him yet.” She jumped out of her chair as though electrocuted and hurried off in a completely opposite direction, Sydney catching a choked sob now and then. She stared at the floor for a moment, and when she looked up, she found her father and Weiss staring down at her.
“Sydney, Marshall said the locators Vaughn had in all his clothing only had a life of six days. After that, there’s very little chance they’re still transmitting a signal.” Sydney caught her breath and sniffled. Weiss began to look uncomfortable, while Jack’s glare continued to bore into his daughter. “Sydney, if you know where he might be…”
“Look, I don’t know! He could have wandered off into godforsaken territory in hell for all I know!” Sydney exploded as the words came tumbling out of her mouth. “Vaughn decided to play the hero and got himself into this mess! Go back to doing your jobs and leave me alone!” Hands defiantly dropped by her side, Sydney looked around to see the entire ops center silent as a grave. Even Marshall had looked up from his gizmos when she had started shouting. Just as quickly as everyone had stopped, though, they started right up again.
“Sydney, I know this has been tough, but you’ve got to pull yourself together. If you don’t, then we’ve got no chance of finding Vaughn.” Sydney nodded, and together, the three started talking out their plan. Eventually, Lauren joined the little group and listened in for a few moments before piping up.
“Sydney, I want to help you find him.”
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~me :angel2:
As you guys know, I haven’t been on for quite a while, but I decided tonight that I was going to write a story because I feel so bad for not having written a thing! So, even though I’m a little rusty, here it goes…
Never to Have Loved At All
Disclaimer; I do not own any of the aspects or affiliates of Alias, those rights belong solely to JJ. However, if you would like to copy this story or use it in some way, please contact me via here or email.
Summary; It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Or so they say.
********************************************************************
-As this story begins, we see our heroine with—wait a second, that’s not Michael Vaughn!
-Maybe we should say how she got to this point first, narratorio.
-Oh, fine. I just thought—
-Just get on with the story.
-Alright.
“Sydney, you’ve been missing for almost two years.”
This sentence made her heart stop every time she replayed that scene in her mind. What was it that made it seem so unreal? Everything—well, almost everything was the same the night she woke up in Hong Kong. Alright, her father was in prison and her lover was married. Other than that…
Oh, who was she kidding? Her world had been flipped upside down, with her outside of its orbit. Last night she had gone to bed after throwing back her usual tequila with Weiss. This morning she woke up with a pounding headache, as usual, and the desperate urge to kill herself. Why hadn’t her captors given her that release? That, she thought to herself, would have at least been the humane thing to do. Not waking up next to Vaughn the way she was supposed to everyday, it just killed her. It ate her up, and she could do nothing but sit around and watch him be happy with… her. Her who had taken Vaughn away from Sydney… her… Sydney had tried to blame Lauren for her troubles, but she couldn’t seem to find that handle. Lauren was… good. That’s all there was to it.
Sydney went through her usual morning ritual, pulling on her habitual black suit, slicking her short dark hair back into some sort of ponytail, and looking in the mirror at the scar on her stomach. She had twirled this little mystery over and over in her head time and time again, but to no avail. Had she been pregnant? Had someone removed a vital organ? No one had addressed the issue yet. She had the feeling they had been afraid to find out the truth. And in all honesty, she was right there with them.
Walking in to the CIA building that morning, she hurried over to Lauren’s desk.
“Hey, any word from Vaughn?” It was only after these words left her lips that she saw the bloodshot eyes and tear-streaked face turned towards her. Lauren quickly wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “No, there, um, they haven’t located him yet.” She jumped out of her chair as though electrocuted and hurried off in a completely opposite direction, Sydney catching a choked sob now and then. She stared at the floor for a moment, and when she looked up, she found her father and Weiss staring down at her.
“Sydney, Marshall said the locators Vaughn had in all his clothing only had a life of six days. After that, there’s very little chance they’re still transmitting a signal.” Sydney caught her breath and sniffled. Weiss began to look uncomfortable, while Jack’s glare continued to bore into his daughter. “Sydney, if you know where he might be…”
“Look, I don’t know! He could have wandered off into godforsaken territory in hell for all I know!” Sydney exploded as the words came tumbling out of her mouth. “Vaughn decided to play the hero and got himself into this mess! Go back to doing your jobs and leave me alone!” Hands defiantly dropped by her side, Sydney looked around to see the entire ops center silent as a grave. Even Marshall had looked up from his gizmos when she had started shouting. Just as quickly as everyone had stopped, though, they started right up again.
“Sydney, I know this has been tough, but you’ve got to pull yourself together. If you don’t, then we’ve got no chance of finding Vaughn.” Sydney nodded, and together, the three started talking out their plan. Eventually, Lauren joined the little group and listened in for a few moments before piping up.
“Sydney, I want to help you find him.”
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~me :angel2:
so glad that you're back. now back on topic. That was great 