TRU_GLASGOW_GAL
Cadet
Title: One Person Is All It Takes
Rating: PG-13 I guess but then it mite be highr cos of the violence and torture an other stuff in it later on – so u have been warned!
Disclaimer: None of the Alias characters belong to me, except a few of my own fictional ones, the rest all belong to J.J.Abrams and his people etc…
A/N: This is completely AU – Nadia doesn’t exist and this is set when Syd is 19. She lives with her mum and Sark (he’s 2 years younger than her) and loadsa other ppl, who they helped train. They all get along all right and work well together, but could the arrival of a new, and younger, operative shake things up.
(bold type is flashbacks and italics is ppl’s thoughts and it switches from diff perspectives – from the characters to my overview so I hope u can keep up!) J
Chptr 1
I was 8 when I first met him. Mum had spoken of him frequently, but we had never encountered one another before and I never understood why until some time after. Naturally, Mum knew all along – it was all part of her elaborate scheme to build up her empire with virtually unstoppable agents working for her, but neither he nor I knew anything of it; that is until we began training together shortly after his arrival.
Looking back, I can remember every detail of our first meeting, our first acknowledgment of the other, our first interaction, and of course our exchange of our ‘oh so fun’ witty banter.
She heard the shutting of the car doors, and she ran quickly to look out the window, before hearing her mothers voice calling her, “Sydney! Come downstairs – they’re here!”
As she descended the long line of stairs before her, she looked up to see young blonde haired boy standing beside Khasinau and her mother. “Sydney, this is Julian. Julian this is my daughter Sydney” The two children eyed each other as if preparing to attack, both wary of the other’s actions and didn’t notice as the two adults retreated out of the room leaving them alone. The suddenly the young boy’s eyes left her and looked up the stairs, “My bedroom this way?” he said in a, slightly certain, British accent and began walking towards the stairs. “Huh? Oh yeah – here I’ll show you; it’s just along from mine! – plus we wouldn’t want you getting lost now would we – a small guy like you in such a big house like this!” Sydney replied, sarcastically. “Couldn’t have that now could we, might accidentally walk into an equally small girls room unannounced!” Julian answered, just as sarcastically, but with a smirk on his face. Sydney returned the smirk, both thinking to themselves, This is gonna be fun!
Present: (10 ½ years later)
A long time had passed since Julian and I had first met, but some things remained the same…
…“Syd, hurry the f*ck up in there would ya – I need in!” he screamed at the closed door of his en suite. Sydney emerged a few moments later clad only in a white towel, her hair soaking wet and dripping all over the wooden floor of his bedroom. “Thank God for that – thought I was gonna have to come in there and join you at that rate!” he said smirking at the site of her half naked. She simply smiled at him seductively, before moving towards his bed. “You do have your own shower – a whole bathroom actually – in your room you know, Irina is quite smart that way! Why do you always insist in using mine, esp. when I need in?” “Because, Julian, why use my own shower when I can have a perfectly good shower in your room while having the fun of watching you get pissed off, in that really sexy way of yours!” he smirked at her last comment and with that she walked out the room, moving her ass from side to side and glancing over her shoulder suggestively, with one of her own smirks placed on her face, and across to her own room, leaving a trail of wet footprints and dripping water on the floor.
He sighed silently to himself before walking into his bathroom to have a shower of his own before going down to breakfast to join the others.
Kitchen (while later):
He entered the kitchen to a racket of shouting and arguing. Sark looked in the direction of the voices to find his friends and fellow operatives arguing over something, which he couldn’t quite make out, but from what he could tell, it had something to do with an upcoming op. He knew something was seriously wrong with the situation, as not only did they never question their orders – no mater how skeptical they may be – but Irina and Khasinau were seated at the table beside them; and they simply knew better than do that sort of thing, esp when they were present, it just wasn’t a good thing to do…
PS plz rd and post what you think – it means a lot!
Thanx
Xxx
Rating: PG-13 I guess but then it mite be highr cos of the violence and torture an other stuff in it later on – so u have been warned!
Disclaimer: None of the Alias characters belong to me, except a few of my own fictional ones, the rest all belong to J.J.Abrams and his people etc…
A/N: This is completely AU – Nadia doesn’t exist and this is set when Syd is 19. She lives with her mum and Sark (he’s 2 years younger than her) and loadsa other ppl, who they helped train. They all get along all right and work well together, but could the arrival of a new, and younger, operative shake things up.
(bold type is flashbacks and italics is ppl’s thoughts and it switches from diff perspectives – from the characters to my overview so I hope u can keep up!) J
Chptr 1
I was 8 when I first met him. Mum had spoken of him frequently, but we had never encountered one another before and I never understood why until some time after. Naturally, Mum knew all along – it was all part of her elaborate scheme to build up her empire with virtually unstoppable agents working for her, but neither he nor I knew anything of it; that is until we began training together shortly after his arrival.
Looking back, I can remember every detail of our first meeting, our first acknowledgment of the other, our first interaction, and of course our exchange of our ‘oh so fun’ witty banter.
She heard the shutting of the car doors, and she ran quickly to look out the window, before hearing her mothers voice calling her, “Sydney! Come downstairs – they’re here!”
As she descended the long line of stairs before her, she looked up to see young blonde haired boy standing beside Khasinau and her mother. “Sydney, this is Julian. Julian this is my daughter Sydney” The two children eyed each other as if preparing to attack, both wary of the other’s actions and didn’t notice as the two adults retreated out of the room leaving them alone. The suddenly the young boy’s eyes left her and looked up the stairs, “My bedroom this way?” he said in a, slightly certain, British accent and began walking towards the stairs. “Huh? Oh yeah – here I’ll show you; it’s just along from mine! – plus we wouldn’t want you getting lost now would we – a small guy like you in such a big house like this!” Sydney replied, sarcastically. “Couldn’t have that now could we, might accidentally walk into an equally small girls room unannounced!” Julian answered, just as sarcastically, but with a smirk on his face. Sydney returned the smirk, both thinking to themselves, This is gonna be fun!
Present: (10 ½ years later)
A long time had passed since Julian and I had first met, but some things remained the same…
…“Syd, hurry the f*ck up in there would ya – I need in!” he screamed at the closed door of his en suite. Sydney emerged a few moments later clad only in a white towel, her hair soaking wet and dripping all over the wooden floor of his bedroom. “Thank God for that – thought I was gonna have to come in there and join you at that rate!” he said smirking at the site of her half naked. She simply smiled at him seductively, before moving towards his bed. “You do have your own shower – a whole bathroom actually – in your room you know, Irina is quite smart that way! Why do you always insist in using mine, esp. when I need in?” “Because, Julian, why use my own shower when I can have a perfectly good shower in your room while having the fun of watching you get pissed off, in that really sexy way of yours!” he smirked at her last comment and with that she walked out the room, moving her ass from side to side and glancing over her shoulder suggestively, with one of her own smirks placed on her face, and across to her own room, leaving a trail of wet footprints and dripping water on the floor.
He sighed silently to himself before walking into his bathroom to have a shower of his own before going down to breakfast to join the others.
Kitchen (while later):
He entered the kitchen to a racket of shouting and arguing. Sark looked in the direction of the voices to find his friends and fellow operatives arguing over something, which he couldn’t quite make out, but from what he could tell, it had something to do with an upcoming op. He knew something was seriously wrong with the situation, as not only did they never question their orders – no mater how skeptical they may be – but Irina and Khasinau were seated at the table beside them; and they simply knew better than do that sort of thing, esp when they were present, it just wasn’t a good thing to do…
PS plz rd and post what you think – it means a lot!
Thanx
Xxx