Hey everyone, I wrote this fic a long time ago (it was my first) and have posted in other places. But someone encouraged me to post here as well. So here goes:
Disclaimer: I own nothing....too bad.
A/N: This was written before much of Season Two (so Sydney and Vaughn were still asset/handler and we didn't know much about Irina and Francie was not evil). And it takes place in the future.
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow stares at herself in the full-length mirror. She touches her hair, all done up to make sure everything is in place. She looks at her own image, but somehow, the woman looking back isn’t exactly someone that she knows. The woman in the mirror is mature and a serious cloud hangs over her head. What happened to that lively, brilliant girl who could kick any guy twice her size’s ass? Trying to be that girl was getting harder and harder every day. She once promised someone that she wasn’t going to let darkness overtake her, but she isn’t that girl anymore. She has grown up and wants more than anything to just have a normal life. People don’t (shouldn’t) let their jobs control every single waking moment. People are suppose to be able to tell the truth to their closest friends, and most importantly, people are suppose to love without fear.
Today is supposed to mark the beginning of that life. Today is her wedding day. Her hand travels down the white silky dress as she let’s out a sigh. Why is she sighing? Why isn’t she all giddy like normal women her age are when they get married? “It’s the right time” she repeats to herself over and over again. But always at the end, she tags on “isn’t it?” Of course it is. All her friends from High School are all working on their second child and she isn’t even married yet. Plus, she isn’t getting any younger. Cover-up isn’t only good for hiding bruises anymore. After smoothing out the ends of the dress, her hand returns to her neck. So bare, there is simply something missing. Something’s missing. This is the most magical day (so she has been told). Only one thing baffles her: why isn’t she smiling?
“Hey sweetie,” her best friend Francie opens the door “Look at you!” she squeals.
“Hey, ” Sydney replies with a forced smile.
“Didn’t I tell you you should have your wedding outside. Today is so beautiful. It is just perfect. Everything is just perfect. Your hair, your dress, your husband-to-be.” If people don’t know better, they would think that Francie is the one getting married. She is glowing all over. “And have you seen your guy…oh my, is he looking mighty fine today.” There she goes with that smile again.
“Actually, I haven’t seen him since three days ago.”
“ Oh well, of course you haven’t. You’ve been busy. And today, well, you two can’t see each other just yet.”
“ You don’t actually believe it’s bad luck…”
“ It is I tell you! My cousin, you know the one that’s been married four times? Well, she didn’t believe any of that stuff…the first three times. And what happened? None of them worked. The last time, she didn’t see the groom, and she hasn’t called yet looking for a lawyer. Anyway, you are not going to have that problem because nothing is going to ruin wedding or your marriage. You know what Syd? Sometimes I think you have most perfect life.”
Sydney almost smiles at the irony of Francie’s words. If you only knew Francie, she thinks to herself.
“ You already have the looks and now you’re going to have the perfect guy.”
“ I guess you’re right.” Sydney sighs again. “Andrew is pretty great.”
“ Pretty great? He’s wonderful!”
“ Geez Francie. I never knew you had such a thing for my boyfriend.” Sydney teases, but her words are filled with sarcasm, and she doesn’t know why.
“ Well, have you met another man as sweet and caring toward you?”
Sydney quickly turns away. She has. You just don’t know him, Sydney thinks. No one knows. No one is suppose to know. Francie senses Sydney’s distance.
“ Besides Danny I mean,” Francie says quietly thinking that is reason Syd’s acting all weird on her own wedding day. “Is that what’s the matter Syd? Because I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“ Nooo, Francie that’s not it. Don’t blame yourself.”
“ Then why do you look like the unhappiest bride in the world?”
“ I’m not sure.” And that’s the honest truth. “I guess it’s just cold feet.” Sydney thinks, “But should I feel this cold? Andrew is great. He is handsome and sweet. He is from the East, graduated from Georgetown. He is a doctor and his parents seem like very nice parents. He is so normal and that’s what I love about him. He gives me normality that other people (person) can’t. I won’t make the same mistake twice and tell him about what I do. It will be hard, but it’s just less complicated and dangerous. I will forever have two lives: Sydney Bristow double agent for CIA and Sydney Bristow the girl that everyone thinks has the perfect life. I am learning that those two lives simply shouldn’t be intertwined.”
“ Sydney? Sydney?” Francies waves her hand in front of Sydney’s face.
“ Hmmmm?”
“ Are you sure you’re all right?”
“ Yes, thank you.” She leans over to give Francie a hug.
“ Good, I’ll check up on you again later.” Francie starts to leave, but turns around quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot. A gift arrived for you this morning. A delivery person said it was a pre-wedding gift. I don’t know. I’ve never heard such a thing. I didn’t understand why the person couldn’t give it to you as a wedding gift like normal people. Here it is.” She hands Sydney a small box.
Sydney takes the box slowly and wonders why someone would give her a gift before the ceremony. Then she understands. She feels a lump in her throat and a tear building under her eyes up as she opens the gift.
“I can’t believe he remembered…”
Disclaimer: I own nothing....too bad.
A/N: This was written before much of Season Two (so Sydney and Vaughn were still asset/handler and we didn't know much about Irina and Francie was not evil). And it takes place in the future.
Chapter One
Sydney Bristow stares at herself in the full-length mirror. She touches her hair, all done up to make sure everything is in place. She looks at her own image, but somehow, the woman looking back isn’t exactly someone that she knows. The woman in the mirror is mature and a serious cloud hangs over her head. What happened to that lively, brilliant girl who could kick any guy twice her size’s ass? Trying to be that girl was getting harder and harder every day. She once promised someone that she wasn’t going to let darkness overtake her, but she isn’t that girl anymore. She has grown up and wants more than anything to just have a normal life. People don’t (shouldn’t) let their jobs control every single waking moment. People are suppose to be able to tell the truth to their closest friends, and most importantly, people are suppose to love without fear.
Today is supposed to mark the beginning of that life. Today is her wedding day. Her hand travels down the white silky dress as she let’s out a sigh. Why is she sighing? Why isn’t she all giddy like normal women her age are when they get married? “It’s the right time” she repeats to herself over and over again. But always at the end, she tags on “isn’t it?” Of course it is. All her friends from High School are all working on their second child and she isn’t even married yet. Plus, she isn’t getting any younger. Cover-up isn’t only good for hiding bruises anymore. After smoothing out the ends of the dress, her hand returns to her neck. So bare, there is simply something missing. Something’s missing. This is the most magical day (so she has been told). Only one thing baffles her: why isn’t she smiling?
“Hey sweetie,” her best friend Francie opens the door “Look at you!” she squeals.
“Hey, ” Sydney replies with a forced smile.
“Didn’t I tell you you should have your wedding outside. Today is so beautiful. It is just perfect. Everything is just perfect. Your hair, your dress, your husband-to-be.” If people don’t know better, they would think that Francie is the one getting married. She is glowing all over. “And have you seen your guy…oh my, is he looking mighty fine today.” There she goes with that smile again.
“Actually, I haven’t seen him since three days ago.”
“ Oh well, of course you haven’t. You’ve been busy. And today, well, you two can’t see each other just yet.”
“ You don’t actually believe it’s bad luck…”
“ It is I tell you! My cousin, you know the one that’s been married four times? Well, she didn’t believe any of that stuff…the first three times. And what happened? None of them worked. The last time, she didn’t see the groom, and she hasn’t called yet looking for a lawyer. Anyway, you are not going to have that problem because nothing is going to ruin wedding or your marriage. You know what Syd? Sometimes I think you have most perfect life.”
Sydney almost smiles at the irony of Francie’s words. If you only knew Francie, she thinks to herself.
“ You already have the looks and now you’re going to have the perfect guy.”
“ I guess you’re right.” Sydney sighs again. “Andrew is pretty great.”
“ Pretty great? He’s wonderful!”
“ Geez Francie. I never knew you had such a thing for my boyfriend.” Sydney teases, but her words are filled with sarcasm, and she doesn’t know why.
“ Well, have you met another man as sweet and caring toward you?”
Sydney quickly turns away. She has. You just don’t know him, Sydney thinks. No one knows. No one is suppose to know. Francie senses Sydney’s distance.
“ Besides Danny I mean,” Francie says quietly thinking that is reason Syd’s acting all weird on her own wedding day. “Is that what’s the matter Syd? Because I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“ Nooo, Francie that’s not it. Don’t blame yourself.”
“ Then why do you look like the unhappiest bride in the world?”
“ I’m not sure.” And that’s the honest truth. “I guess it’s just cold feet.” Sydney thinks, “But should I feel this cold? Andrew is great. He is handsome and sweet. He is from the East, graduated from Georgetown. He is a doctor and his parents seem like very nice parents. He is so normal and that’s what I love about him. He gives me normality that other people (person) can’t. I won’t make the same mistake twice and tell him about what I do. It will be hard, but it’s just less complicated and dangerous. I will forever have two lives: Sydney Bristow double agent for CIA and Sydney Bristow the girl that everyone thinks has the perfect life. I am learning that those two lives simply shouldn’t be intertwined.”
“ Sydney? Sydney?” Francies waves her hand in front of Sydney’s face.
“ Hmmmm?”
“ Are you sure you’re all right?”
“ Yes, thank you.” She leans over to give Francie a hug.
“ Good, I’ll check up on you again later.” Francie starts to leave, but turns around quickly. “Oh, I almost forgot. A gift arrived for you this morning. A delivery person said it was a pre-wedding gift. I don’t know. I’ve never heard such a thing. I didn’t understand why the person couldn’t give it to you as a wedding gift like normal people. Here it is.” She hands Sydney a small box.
Sydney takes the box slowly and wonders why someone would give her a gift before the ceremony. Then she understands. She feels a lump in her throat and a tear building under her eyes up as she opens the gift.
“I can’t believe he remembered…”
worthy on my part. I luve this fic!