ILOVEALIAS27
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Title: A State of Grace
Author: Me(ILOVEALIAS27 or Lee)
Rating: No more than PG-13
Spoilers: Basically if you aren't watching Season Five, don't read this. I don't know how closely it will follow the S5 plot line.
Summary: I know a lot of people are going to hate me for this, but it is an idea I have been tossing around in my head and I need to get it out. I only have four chapters written and I'm going to try to keep up with the postings, but don't expect on every day. This is a love story between Thomas Grace and Sydney Bristow. I'm not saying anymore because I want to keep my options open. Please, please, give this story a shot, I think you could really like it.
Here are the first two chapters.
Chapter 1
Jack
We were all there in Marshall’s office, Sydney, Marshall, the new agent Thomas Grace and I.
“I would prefer to go with Dixon,” Sydney snapped and I sighed.
I didn’t know why my daughter was being so rude, or why she didn’t want to partner with Grace. Was it because he was Vaughn’s replacement?
“Dixon has other obligations,” I retorted. Then to a stunned Marshall and confused Grace I ordered, “Tell me when you’re ready to leave.”
I walked out of Marshall’s office and heard the click of shoes as Sydney walked after me.
“What is so important that Dixon can’t be with me?” She hissed as we walked into my office.
I slammed the door, “That was rude.” I said, flatly.
“I read his file. Over the past three years he has turned down a number of teams to work alone. Long, solitary, undercover operations.” She lowered her voice, almost afraid that someone would hear, “He’s a Loner, Dad.”
I sighed, I knew the term that Sydney was referring to.
There were some people the CIA needed, but who, in psychological terms didn’t work well with others. Some of them were geniuses, as brilliant as Marshall, but with none of his good nature or charm.
Other Loners were bullies, belligerent or anti-social. These were men and woman the CIA needed, but couldn’t bring into Langley or even black ops.
Loners, as the name suggests, worked completely alone. They had few friends or family ties and were perfect for long, undercover operations.
And, what Sydney was saying was true, Thomas Grace is(was?) a Loner. But I was not about to tell her why.
“He is a member of our team now,” I replied.
Marshall and Thomas Grace appeared to tell them that everything was ready to go. Marshall, in his usual oblivion didn’t notice anything. But Grace searched Sydney’s face and then mine.
I caught his eye and gave a half smile, trying to apologize for my daughter’s behavior.
Grace gave nod, and then left, following Sydney and Marshall.
I sighed, and sat down in my chair. I could already tell it was going to be a interesting year.
Chapter 2
Thomas
First off, she was pregnant.
I mean, my God!
Not that there haven’t been a lot of pregnant CIA agents, because there had, most of whom worked right up until they had their babies. But most of them worked in nice safe offices.
Here was Sydney Bristow, a paradox of the highest order. She was a little over five months pregnant and still doing dangerous field work.
I had wanted to go in for her, let her stay in the van with Marshall. But no way was that happening, and I had to admit, it was good that she knew Czech.
But when Dean exploded his building she came racing in to find Rachel.
I found her first, and pulled a piece of plaster off her, I was checking her breathing, heart, and feeling around for broken bones when Sydney ran up the stairs.
“She fine,” I assured Sydney, who was almost white. “She’s going to be fine.”
Later, once Rachel was in the hospital and Sydney and I were waiting in her room, when I cleared my throat.
“You shouldn’t of come up,” I said.
I felt her go tight with anger next to me, “Excuse me?” She said, her voice clipped.
“You heard me, it was dangerous and you had no business putting yourself in the middle of it.”
“In case you didn’t know,” she hissed back. “I am in danger every moment of my life, and not running up a flight of stairs isn’t going to change that.”
I took a deep breath, “I know you are a top level agent, Sydney. But you’re pregnant now, and you can’t keep doing all the things you were five months ago!”
“When did you become get a medical degree? I’m fine, the doctor said I should keep active.”
“I don’t think this is what he had in mind, Sydney.”
He eyes flashed, “I don’t care what you think. And you will address me as Agent Bristow. Got it?”
I nodded, “Yes…Agent Bristow.”
She turned and walked off and I heard Rachel stir.
“I think you made her pretty mad,” she rasped.
I laughed and went to sit down by her bed, “I think she’ll get over it. And if not…” He shrugged.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For saving me.”
“You were doing great by yourself. I have faith you’ll make a pretty good field agent.”
“Oh no,” she moaned. “I want to sit behind a desk for the rest of my life!”
She giggled and I smiled.
“I’m sorry, but I’m so tired.”
“That’s okay, you sleep. Syd-Agent Bristow and I are working on getting you home.
Author: Me(ILOVEALIAS27 or Lee)
Rating: No more than PG-13
Spoilers: Basically if you aren't watching Season Five, don't read this. I don't know how closely it will follow the S5 plot line.
Summary: I know a lot of people are going to hate me for this, but it is an idea I have been tossing around in my head and I need to get it out. I only have four chapters written and I'm going to try to keep up with the postings, but don't expect on every day. This is a love story between Thomas Grace and Sydney Bristow. I'm not saying anymore because I want to keep my options open. Please, please, give this story a shot, I think you could really like it.
Here are the first two chapters.
Chapter 1
Jack
We were all there in Marshall’s office, Sydney, Marshall, the new agent Thomas Grace and I.
“I would prefer to go with Dixon,” Sydney snapped and I sighed.
I didn’t know why my daughter was being so rude, or why she didn’t want to partner with Grace. Was it because he was Vaughn’s replacement?
“Dixon has other obligations,” I retorted. Then to a stunned Marshall and confused Grace I ordered, “Tell me when you’re ready to leave.”
I walked out of Marshall’s office and heard the click of shoes as Sydney walked after me.
“What is so important that Dixon can’t be with me?” She hissed as we walked into my office.
I slammed the door, “That was rude.” I said, flatly.
“I read his file. Over the past three years he has turned down a number of teams to work alone. Long, solitary, undercover operations.” She lowered her voice, almost afraid that someone would hear, “He’s a Loner, Dad.”
I sighed, I knew the term that Sydney was referring to.
There were some people the CIA needed, but who, in psychological terms didn’t work well with others. Some of them were geniuses, as brilliant as Marshall, but with none of his good nature or charm.
Other Loners were bullies, belligerent or anti-social. These were men and woman the CIA needed, but couldn’t bring into Langley or even black ops.
Loners, as the name suggests, worked completely alone. They had few friends or family ties and were perfect for long, undercover operations.
And, what Sydney was saying was true, Thomas Grace is(was?) a Loner. But I was not about to tell her why.
“He is a member of our team now,” I replied.
Marshall and Thomas Grace appeared to tell them that everything was ready to go. Marshall, in his usual oblivion didn’t notice anything. But Grace searched Sydney’s face and then mine.
I caught his eye and gave a half smile, trying to apologize for my daughter’s behavior.
Grace gave nod, and then left, following Sydney and Marshall.
I sighed, and sat down in my chair. I could already tell it was going to be a interesting year.
Chapter 2
Thomas
First off, she was pregnant.
I mean, my God!
Not that there haven’t been a lot of pregnant CIA agents, because there had, most of whom worked right up until they had their babies. But most of them worked in nice safe offices.
Here was Sydney Bristow, a paradox of the highest order. She was a little over five months pregnant and still doing dangerous field work.
I had wanted to go in for her, let her stay in the van with Marshall. But no way was that happening, and I had to admit, it was good that she knew Czech.
But when Dean exploded his building she came racing in to find Rachel.
I found her first, and pulled a piece of plaster off her, I was checking her breathing, heart, and feeling around for broken bones when Sydney ran up the stairs.
“She fine,” I assured Sydney, who was almost white. “She’s going to be fine.”
Later, once Rachel was in the hospital and Sydney and I were waiting in her room, when I cleared my throat.
“You shouldn’t of come up,” I said.
I felt her go tight with anger next to me, “Excuse me?” She said, her voice clipped.
“You heard me, it was dangerous and you had no business putting yourself in the middle of it.”
“In case you didn’t know,” she hissed back. “I am in danger every moment of my life, and not running up a flight of stairs isn’t going to change that.”
I took a deep breath, “I know you are a top level agent, Sydney. But you’re pregnant now, and you can’t keep doing all the things you were five months ago!”
“When did you become get a medical degree? I’m fine, the doctor said I should keep active.”
“I don’t think this is what he had in mind, Sydney.”
He eyes flashed, “I don’t care what you think. And you will address me as Agent Bristow. Got it?”
I nodded, “Yes…Agent Bristow.”
She turned and walked off and I heard Rachel stir.
“I think you made her pretty mad,” she rasped.
I laughed and went to sit down by her bed, “I think she’ll get over it. And if not…” He shrugged.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For saving me.”
“You were doing great by yourself. I have faith you’ll make a pretty good field agent.”
“Oh no,” she moaned. “I want to sit behind a desk for the rest of my life!”
She giggled and I smiled.
“I’m sorry, but I’m so tired.”
“That’s okay, you sleep. Syd-Agent Bristow and I are working on getting you home.
