filleinconnue
Cadet
Yeah, I know, some of you may have read this on that other Alias site I used to frequent. I never finished this, but I figured, why not post it here too since reading it always brings a smile to my face.
I hope you enjoy my lame attempt at humor! Oh, and of course feedback always brings a little sunshine to my day. Plus, it might even motivate me to finish it!
So the premise is: The Bristow family is having a reunion. The guests: Jack, Irina (keep in mind they are still married after all), Syd, Sark (who is now Syd’s boyfriend…yay!), Will (cause he can’t contact any members of his own family, poor guy), and Sophie (Sark and Syd’s daughter…yes out of wedlock, no moralizing please!) Plus there might be a party crasher…Okay so there’s the story, totally unbelievable I know…but have fun with it!
Operation Family Reunion
Sydney took another quick glance in the side-view mirror of her car to check her hair and make-up. Sark watched her from the corner of his eye.
“You really do not have to do that Sydney. You always look beautiful.”
Sydney turned and smiled at her boyfriend. “Thank you, but you know how nervous I get when I know I’m going to see them.”
“Mommy I think you look beautiful too.”
Sydney reached back and squeezed her daughter’s knee. “Thank you Sophie.”
“Daddy, do you think mami Irina brought me a gift?”
Sark snorted. Sydney shot him a warning look.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked from the backseat.
“Nothing Sophie,” Sydney answered. “You remember what to do with anything your mami Irina or your papi Jack give you right?”
“Give it to daddy or you for analysis then I can play with it in 10-14 days when the results come back,” Sophie repeated word for word what Sark had taught her.
“Very good love,” Sark answered.
“Well here we are,” Sydney sighed, glancing one more time in the mirror as they pulled up the driveway.
Sydney was relieved to see Will open the door to the beach house her father had rented for the weekend.
“Uncle Will!” Sophie yelled, running into his arms.
“Hey, there’s my favorite girl! Well,” he added looking at Sydney, “my second favorite girl. Hi Syd,” he said as he gently let Sophie down. “You look amazing, as always.”
“Thanks Will. How have you been?”
“Not bad. I’m still teaching journalism at the local college. It’s not my dream job but at least I get to spend my days surrounded by eager college girls.”
“You always did have a thing for younger women. Remember the cheerleader?”
“Wow,” he said looking down at his watch, “less than two minutes and you’re already teasing me. I have no idea why I come to these things,” he joked.
“Neither do I,” Sark added, demonstrably annoyed by Will and Sydney’s ignoring him.
“Mr. Sark,” Will coldly greeted his former abductor.
“Mr. Tippin,” Sark answered meeting Will’s icy glare.
“Well,” Sydney started, “I hate to break up this uncomfortable moment but we really should not all be standing out in plain sight like this.”
“You are right Sydney. Shall we?” Sark asked offering her his arm. She readily accepted it and they walked passed Will into the house. Sark managed to flash Will a smirk as he passed him.
Sophie had already run into the house, on a search for her grandparents and any possible presents that might be awaiting her.
“Are they both here already?” Sydney asked Will.
“Yes, they got here before I did. I found them, uh, ‘talking’ upstairs in the bedroom when I arrived.”
“Oh god, so we’re back to that again,” Sydney said with a slight shudder. Every year when they got together like this she never knew whether or not she would find her parents sharing disdainful glares or long kisses. Either way she found it to be rather disturbing.
“I suppose it is better than the alternative,” she reasoned. “We won’t have to hide the cutlery this year.”
“I don’t know about that Syd,” Will said glancing at Sark.
Sydney ignored Will’s comment and left the two men behind to search for her parents.
“I assure you there is no need to hide the cutlery Mr. Tippin.”
“Oh no? Because you’re a ‘retired’ assassin slash terrorist now?”
“No,” Sark said as he leaned in closer to Will, “because I do not require a knife to kill you, I can make do with a fork.”
“Daddy!”
Sark looked down to see Sophie pulling on his suit jacket, which gave Will a chance to distance himself from Sark.
“What is it Sophie?” Sark asked switching instantaneously into his kind, fatherly tone.
“Mami Irina gave me this book. It’s in Russian. I told her you and mommy were teaching me Russian so she says I’m ready for some real works of literature now.”
“Yes, well I think you better let me keep that for you.”
Sophie reluctantly handed over the book and ran over to Will.
“You want to play hide and seek with me Will?”
“Sure thing kiddo. You go and hide and I’ll count,” Will instructed the young girl.
Sark smiled to himself. Hide and seek was one of Sophie and his favorite games. He knew that there was no possibility Will would ever find Sophie unless she wanted to be found.
“Have fun Mr. Tippin. Oh,” he added, “and watch out for the traps”
“Traps?”
“Yes, I taught my daughter always to set traps for people who are tracking her. There is no need to worry though, I think Sydney took away the C4 she was hiding in her backpack.”
“C4, yeah, right,” Will replied while Sark went off to find Sydney. Then he paused for a minute to consider the possibility. “Uh, Sophie?” he yelled.
Sark found Syd in the kitchen dipping her finger into the cake icing.
“I see you found what you were looking for,” Sark said as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist.
“Hey, I really was looking for my parents, but then this icing just started calling to me. You want some?” she asked holding up her finger to Sark’s mouth.
He carefully slid Sydney’s finger into his mouth, slowly licking off every bit of icing. Then he released her finger and moved in for a kiss. As Sydney kissed him passionately she could taste the icing on his lips.
“Mmm,” she whispered as she broke away from the kiss, “butterscotch.” Sark smiled and leaned in for another kiss but stopped when he notice Sydney’s cheeks redden with embarrassment.
“Hi dad,” she said looking past Sark.
“Hello Sydney,” Jack replied uncomfortably.
Sark turned around to find Sydney’s father standing in the kitchen doorway. He was dressed casually, which for some reason made Sark feel even more uncomfortable. Sark was glad he had decided to wear a suit.
“Mr. Bristow, hello sir,” he greeted Sydney’s father, holding out his hand. To Sark’s relief Jack actually shook it.
“Sark. You look well.”
Was that a compliment? Jack had been warming up to him over the past couple of years but today he seemed even more amiable than usual.
“Thank you sir, as do you.”
Jack would never admit as much to Sydney, but he was relieved his daughter had chosen to be with Sark instead of Michael Vaughn. Sure Sark was a cold-blooded assassin who could not be trusted. And so what if nobody, not even Sydney, was privy to his first name. At least he was not a CIA automaton with a perpetually wrinkled forehead. Jack respected Sark, and he knew that Sark was the only man, besides himself, who could keep Sydney safe.
“Have you seen mom?” Sydney asked her father mischievously.
Jack shifted uncomfortably. “Yes,” he finally answered. “I think she is with Sophie now. She is growing up so quickly Sydney. She is an amazing girl. She reminds me of you when you were her age.”
Sydney smiled and walked over to her father. “She misses you dad. I miss you too.”
Jack stared at his teary-eyed daughter and took her into his arms. Ever since Sydney’s disappearance, he had learned that there was nothing shameful in showing affection to his loved ones.
“Sophie looks just like you Sydney,” Jack said backing away from the hug.
“You think so? I think she looks more like mom than me.”
“Speaking of,” Sark interrupted. “Irina gave Sophie another gift.”
“What is it this time?” Sydney asked, hoping that for once it would just be a gift.
“A book, in Russian.”
“You’re kidding right?”
Sark shook his head ‘no’ in response.
“Great, so you know what that means. We’re the ones who are going to have to spend hours making sure there aren’t any encoded messages in it. Just like the book she gave Sophie two Christmas’ ago.”
“Maybe it’s just a book,” Will suggested as he walked into the kitchen.
Sydney, Sark, and Jack all turned and looked at him skeptically.
“Right, so I’m going to keep looking for Sophie,” he answered as he turned around to walk away. After he had gone, Sydney, Jack, and Sark heard Will ask from the hallway, “Irina have you seen Sophie? No, okay. Yeah, everyone’s in the kitchen.”
I hope you enjoy my lame attempt at humor! Oh, and of course feedback always brings a little sunshine to my day. Plus, it might even motivate me to finish it!
So the premise is: The Bristow family is having a reunion. The guests: Jack, Irina (keep in mind they are still married after all), Syd, Sark (who is now Syd’s boyfriend…yay!), Will (cause he can’t contact any members of his own family, poor guy), and Sophie (Sark and Syd’s daughter…yes out of wedlock, no moralizing please!) Plus there might be a party crasher…Okay so there’s the story, totally unbelievable I know…but have fun with it!
Operation Family Reunion
Sydney took another quick glance in the side-view mirror of her car to check her hair and make-up. Sark watched her from the corner of his eye.
“You really do not have to do that Sydney. You always look beautiful.”
Sydney turned and smiled at her boyfriend. “Thank you, but you know how nervous I get when I know I’m going to see them.”
“Mommy I think you look beautiful too.”
Sydney reached back and squeezed her daughter’s knee. “Thank you Sophie.”
“Daddy, do you think mami Irina brought me a gift?”
Sark snorted. Sydney shot him a warning look.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie asked from the backseat.
“Nothing Sophie,” Sydney answered. “You remember what to do with anything your mami Irina or your papi Jack give you right?”
“Give it to daddy or you for analysis then I can play with it in 10-14 days when the results come back,” Sophie repeated word for word what Sark had taught her.
“Very good love,” Sark answered.
“Well here we are,” Sydney sighed, glancing one more time in the mirror as they pulled up the driveway.
Sydney was relieved to see Will open the door to the beach house her father had rented for the weekend.
“Uncle Will!” Sophie yelled, running into his arms.
“Hey, there’s my favorite girl! Well,” he added looking at Sydney, “my second favorite girl. Hi Syd,” he said as he gently let Sophie down. “You look amazing, as always.”
“Thanks Will. How have you been?”
“Not bad. I’m still teaching journalism at the local college. It’s not my dream job but at least I get to spend my days surrounded by eager college girls.”
“You always did have a thing for younger women. Remember the cheerleader?”
“Wow,” he said looking down at his watch, “less than two minutes and you’re already teasing me. I have no idea why I come to these things,” he joked.
“Neither do I,” Sark added, demonstrably annoyed by Will and Sydney’s ignoring him.
“Mr. Sark,” Will coldly greeted his former abductor.
“Mr. Tippin,” Sark answered meeting Will’s icy glare.
“Well,” Sydney started, “I hate to break up this uncomfortable moment but we really should not all be standing out in plain sight like this.”
“You are right Sydney. Shall we?” Sark asked offering her his arm. She readily accepted it and they walked passed Will into the house. Sark managed to flash Will a smirk as he passed him.
Sophie had already run into the house, on a search for her grandparents and any possible presents that might be awaiting her.
“Are they both here already?” Sydney asked Will.
“Yes, they got here before I did. I found them, uh, ‘talking’ upstairs in the bedroom when I arrived.”
“Oh god, so we’re back to that again,” Sydney said with a slight shudder. Every year when they got together like this she never knew whether or not she would find her parents sharing disdainful glares or long kisses. Either way she found it to be rather disturbing.
“I suppose it is better than the alternative,” she reasoned. “We won’t have to hide the cutlery this year.”
“I don’t know about that Syd,” Will said glancing at Sark.
Sydney ignored Will’s comment and left the two men behind to search for her parents.
“I assure you there is no need to hide the cutlery Mr. Tippin.”
“Oh no? Because you’re a ‘retired’ assassin slash terrorist now?”
“No,” Sark said as he leaned in closer to Will, “because I do not require a knife to kill you, I can make do with a fork.”
“Daddy!”
Sark looked down to see Sophie pulling on his suit jacket, which gave Will a chance to distance himself from Sark.
“What is it Sophie?” Sark asked switching instantaneously into his kind, fatherly tone.
“Mami Irina gave me this book. It’s in Russian. I told her you and mommy were teaching me Russian so she says I’m ready for some real works of literature now.”
“Yes, well I think you better let me keep that for you.”
Sophie reluctantly handed over the book and ran over to Will.
“You want to play hide and seek with me Will?”
“Sure thing kiddo. You go and hide and I’ll count,” Will instructed the young girl.
Sark smiled to himself. Hide and seek was one of Sophie and his favorite games. He knew that there was no possibility Will would ever find Sophie unless she wanted to be found.
“Have fun Mr. Tippin. Oh,” he added, “and watch out for the traps”
“Traps?”
“Yes, I taught my daughter always to set traps for people who are tracking her. There is no need to worry though, I think Sydney took away the C4 she was hiding in her backpack.”
“C4, yeah, right,” Will replied while Sark went off to find Sydney. Then he paused for a minute to consider the possibility. “Uh, Sophie?” he yelled.
Sark found Syd in the kitchen dipping her finger into the cake icing.
“I see you found what you were looking for,” Sark said as he wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist.
“Hey, I really was looking for my parents, but then this icing just started calling to me. You want some?” she asked holding up her finger to Sark’s mouth.
He carefully slid Sydney’s finger into his mouth, slowly licking off every bit of icing. Then he released her finger and moved in for a kiss. As Sydney kissed him passionately she could taste the icing on his lips.
“Mmm,” she whispered as she broke away from the kiss, “butterscotch.” Sark smiled and leaned in for another kiss but stopped when he notice Sydney’s cheeks redden with embarrassment.
“Hi dad,” she said looking past Sark.
“Hello Sydney,” Jack replied uncomfortably.
Sark turned around to find Sydney’s father standing in the kitchen doorway. He was dressed casually, which for some reason made Sark feel even more uncomfortable. Sark was glad he had decided to wear a suit.
“Mr. Bristow, hello sir,” he greeted Sydney’s father, holding out his hand. To Sark’s relief Jack actually shook it.
“Sark. You look well.”
Was that a compliment? Jack had been warming up to him over the past couple of years but today he seemed even more amiable than usual.
“Thank you sir, as do you.”
Jack would never admit as much to Sydney, but he was relieved his daughter had chosen to be with Sark instead of Michael Vaughn. Sure Sark was a cold-blooded assassin who could not be trusted. And so what if nobody, not even Sydney, was privy to his first name. At least he was not a CIA automaton with a perpetually wrinkled forehead. Jack respected Sark, and he knew that Sark was the only man, besides himself, who could keep Sydney safe.
“Have you seen mom?” Sydney asked her father mischievously.
Jack shifted uncomfortably. “Yes,” he finally answered. “I think she is with Sophie now. She is growing up so quickly Sydney. She is an amazing girl. She reminds me of you when you were her age.”
Sydney smiled and walked over to her father. “She misses you dad. I miss you too.”
Jack stared at his teary-eyed daughter and took her into his arms. Ever since Sydney’s disappearance, he had learned that there was nothing shameful in showing affection to his loved ones.
“Sophie looks just like you Sydney,” Jack said backing away from the hug.
“You think so? I think she looks more like mom than me.”
“Speaking of,” Sark interrupted. “Irina gave Sophie another gift.”
“What is it this time?” Sydney asked, hoping that for once it would just be a gift.
“A book, in Russian.”
“You’re kidding right?”
Sark shook his head ‘no’ in response.
“Great, so you know what that means. We’re the ones who are going to have to spend hours making sure there aren’t any encoded messages in it. Just like the book she gave Sophie two Christmas’ ago.”
“Maybe it’s just a book,” Will suggested as he walked into the kitchen.
Sydney, Sark, and Jack all turned and looked at him skeptically.
“Right, so I’m going to keep looking for Sophie,” he answered as he turned around to walk away. After he had gone, Sydney, Jack, and Sark heard Will ask from the hallway, “Irina have you seen Sophie? No, okay. Yeah, everyone’s in the kitchen.”