ohiochic2010
Cadet
Title: The past is not always what it seems
What you need to know: This is after season 4. APO does not exsist. Sydney and Vaughn are engaged. Sydney's pregnant and they both are off of active dutiy. I do not pay much attation to character devolpoment or their ture personalities. THis is my first fic
Rating: PG, i'd say PG13 to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own alias or any of the characters (except Jamie). all of that stuff belongs to J.J and his pose.
1. I can't type
2. i know the title sucks
3. Throw your tomato's at me after you read the chapter.
OK EVERYONE HERE IS MY FIRST FAN FICTION.
Weiss grumbled as he strode across the Rotunda to another briefing. Ever since Sydney had got pregnant he had got stuck taking the wonder couples place. How the heck do they manage to have such busy nights with this schedule?
“Agent Weiss I have a simple mission for you.” Said Jack. Yeah right. You said that about the last 50 and they were some of the hardest missions I’ve had yet.
“ It’s a simple extraction mission. You’ll be extracting this civilian from St. Paul’s Care Home.” I couldn’t believe it. The person I was extracting is…
Meanwhile…
Jamie walked towards the laundry room musing about the oddity of her life. Her Mom had committed suicide 4 years ago when she was 8. Her father then had a nervous breakdown and it was only 2 months before he had to be checked into St. Paul’s Nursing home, because he had become officially insane. Just to make matters worst her legal guardian couldn’t take her in till his work approved it, but God forbid that he let her go into foster care, so Jamie ended up being like a nurse at St. Paul’s.
Of course, of all the places he could be her father just had to pick St. Paul’s. To this day Jamie still didn’t know why he picked St. Paul’s it had the worst conditions in all of the state. The staff was under paid and over worked.
Every day I had fallen into the routine of doing the laundry and today was no different. I almost smiled as I stepped into the laundry room and dumped my dirty clothes on the floor as I flicked on the radio to hear “Come on Irene” playing.
“Today is going to be a good day.” I said to no one as I started to do the laundry.
What you need to know: This is after season 4. APO does not exsist. Sydney and Vaughn are engaged. Sydney's pregnant and they both are off of active dutiy. I do not pay much attation to character devolpoment or their ture personalities. THis is my first fic
Rating: PG, i'd say PG13 to be safe
Disclaimer: I do not own alias or any of the characters (except Jamie). all of that stuff belongs to J.J and his pose.
1. I can't type
2. i know the title sucks
3. Throw your tomato's at me after you read the chapter.
OK EVERYONE HERE IS MY FIRST FAN FICTION.
Weiss grumbled as he strode across the Rotunda to another briefing. Ever since Sydney had got pregnant he had got stuck taking the wonder couples place. How the heck do they manage to have such busy nights with this schedule?
“Agent Weiss I have a simple mission for you.” Said Jack. Yeah right. You said that about the last 50 and they were some of the hardest missions I’ve had yet.
“ It’s a simple extraction mission. You’ll be extracting this civilian from St. Paul’s Care Home.” I couldn’t believe it. The person I was extracting is…
Meanwhile…
Jamie walked towards the laundry room musing about the oddity of her life. Her Mom had committed suicide 4 years ago when she was 8. Her father then had a nervous breakdown and it was only 2 months before he had to be checked into St. Paul’s Nursing home, because he had become officially insane. Just to make matters worst her legal guardian couldn’t take her in till his work approved it, but God forbid that he let her go into foster care, so Jamie ended up being like a nurse at St. Paul’s.
Of course, of all the places he could be her father just had to pick St. Paul’s. To this day Jamie still didn’t know why he picked St. Paul’s it had the worst conditions in all of the state. The staff was under paid and over worked.
Every day I had fallen into the routine of doing the laundry and today was no different. I almost smiled as I stepped into the laundry room and dumped my dirty clothes on the floor as I flicked on the radio to hear “Come on Irene” playing.
“Today is going to be a good day.” I said to no one as I started to do the laundry.
