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~3 Musketters~
My story is a little different. I started writing a small background and it got bigger than I thought. So I wrote it all out and thought that if anyone was interested I would continue from here. As you know I don’t own any of these characters (only Samantha and I don’t even own her last name). You know everyone belongs to JJ and the crew at Alias.
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Jack and Laura (Irina Derevko) Bristow had two daughters. Sydney the oldest and Samantha, four years Sydney’s junior. Sydney and Jack had a troubled parent/child relationship after Laura’s death. However Samantha and Jack’s relationship was different. She being only two when Laura died did not have the memories that haunted Sydney’s dreams and waking hours. Samantha also did not accept Jack’s cold shoulders. She became the more outspoken Bristow daughter, demanding Jack’s time and attention, while Sydney became the more dutiful one – trying to win Jack to her by complying with his outline of how they should interact.
Sydney has always mothered her sister. She would tell Samantha stories of their mother, and tried to foster a love of literature in her because of what she believed was their mother’s passion – the written word. And while Sydney did envy the relationship between Samantha and Jack she never held it against Samantha, she did hold it against Jack. She knew that Samantha was livelier, but no one wanted Jack’s love more than Sydney. She understood that Samantha never would remember a time when all four loved each other, their perfect mother reading to them, their father pushing them on the swings, Sydney learning how to help her mother out with baby Sam, and because she couldn’t remember it she could not grieve it like Sydney.
In school Sydney and Sam excelled at their studies, but choose different tracks for extracurricular activities. Sydney had been into sports like track and cross country, so Sam choose choral groups, and theater productions. Both grew into attractive young women with long wavy brown hair, soft complexions, and physically fit. Sydney’s stare was warm, introspective, and the color of chocolate. Samantha’s twinkled with a hint of mischievousness, was very readable, and the color of the deep sea. Both planned on going to UCLA. Sydney because it was her first choice, Samantha’s (though she would never admit it) was because it was where Sydney went (Sydney knew this – though she would never admit it).
Both sisters loved, and clung to each other to the depths of their souls. No one understood them like they knew each other. Sam understood Syd’s feelings toward their Dad and often times felt guilty about their relationship. When she would mention to Jack that he needed to spend more time with Sydney he would simply tell her that he and Sydney did not do communication, and when she told Syd she should open up to Jack more Sydney would say she would take that thought under advisement (meaning – that ship has sailed, you know it, I know it, and Dad certainly knows it). Nether sisters ever kept secrets from one another. Not even when Sydney accidentally forgot to feed Sam’s fish for a week when she was in summer camp, or when Sam ruined Syd’s favorite dress while sneaking out of the house to go on an unsanctioned date. In both cases Syd helped Sam buy a new fish – and Sam gave Syd her new pair of shoes as a peace offering.
No, the Bristow sisters never kept secrets from one another until the fateful day Sydney Bristow decided to accept the offer into SD-6. That was when the real secrets started to be formed, and the dance began. Sydney had hoped that one day after she was an officer that the CIA would let her at the very least tell her family that she worked for them. Sam would then of course understand that her missions were top secret because of the government and would not be angry with her for her deceptions. Her sister was a junior in high school, she a sophomore in college when she became field rated, and still the deceptions continued. Sydney hated lying. She was lying to her roommate, her friends in school, her sister, and her father.
Sydney hated lying. She was lying to her roommate, her friends in school, her sister, and her father.
What Sydney did not know was that Jack Bristow knew all about her dealings with SD-6. He knew he had been a fool to believe Arvin Sloane would leave his children alone, leave them to their own dreams and out of the life of spies. He had prayed every day since Arvin had pulled away from the CIA for the Alliance that he would leave his children alone. Sloane knew that he had trained them in Project Christmas – not as guinea pigs – but for their own protection in case Irina came for them, and he was not there. The day that he found out Sydney was already in Sloane’s web he knew it was to late for her. She would never believe him that Sloane was a bad guy. Arvin had played all his cards well and had a royal flush. He knew Jack had pushed her away, that she needed a father figure, and that she would fight for the good fight. He had said that right things, told her he had faith in her, that she would be protecting her country – her family, and Sydney had fallen in. When he confronted Sloane it was all over Arvin’s face that this had always been his plan. He had said it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass. Jack knew he had to act fast. If he did not than he would soon find out that Arvin had swooped in and woven a web around Samantha too. He could not have that. Having Sydney there was dangerous and heart attack inducing enough. At least he knew from the reports on her that she was capable of handling herself. That was a comfort, but he had to protect Samantha, he knew that it was the right thing to do. That was the day Jack Bristow told Samantha things she would have to keep from Sydney, it was the day her secrets began.
Samantha maintained her high school career – grades, plays, music, but she also started her own training with weapons, martial arts, technology, languages and everything else that Jack thought she would need. By the time she was a freshman in college she was being trained by the actually CIA. They knew of her early training, and so did she. Jack had disclosed to her about her mother’s faked death, Project Christmas, his double agent status, Sloane, the Alliance of 12, and Sydney. Jack made her understand that if the Alliance thought Sydney knew that SD-6 was not part of the CIA, if she suspected anything she would be considered a liability – no matter how good of an agent she was, and that could not happen. As far as Sydney knew Samantha had decided against UCLA, and was enrolled in a small arts college nearby home (Syd never knew that it was a cover – that the space was used by the CIA to teach language, body language classes, weapons training, and etcetera). Samantha never corrected her.
It was around this time that Sydney and Samantha both fell in love. Heads over heals. Sydney fell in love with a fellow UCLA student named Danny. He was pre-med and was good to her. He loved her, respected her, and genuinely wanted her to be happy. Her sister liked him and told her that she thought that he was a good man, a man worthy of changing one’s life for. Sam started seeing a fellow agent (actually she was still in training. and he was a bit older, and her dad did not seem to be please, but she always got her way with him) he was kind, funny, respectful, and he seemed to get her. At least better than anyone else she ever knew (that was besides Sydney). Sam desperately wanted to introduce him to Syd, but that could not happen. It would jeopardize all of them, even Danny, and Sam and he knew it, so she kept yet another secret from Sydney. Some days she could swear that she could feel the secrets, the deceptions forming a wall between her and Sydney, but then there were days, blissfully perfect days when it would feel like there was nothing between them. But the older the Bristow sisters got the further those days got.
Danny called Sam up on a beautiful California morning one day and told her that he was in love with her sister. She wondered why he had woken her up to make a proclamation that anyone in the vicinity of Danny and Sydney could see with untrained eyes. But as the silence feel between his declaration of love, and the time she should have spoken something she realized it – he wanted to marry Syd. She quickly inhaled while a multitude of emotions swirled in front of her eyes. She started to cry and she did not know if it was from happiness (for her sister), sadness (for herself and her sister), or the absurdity of what could happen to all their perfectly crafted, very balanced lives, all it took was one misstep and things could come crashing down like a house of cards. He asked for her help and so she went with him. The whole time smiling on the outside, thankful for years in the theatre, on the inside screaming at her father for being away on a mission. She prayed he would be home before Danny took anything a step farther, but he wasn’t – he received all of Sam’s messages at one in the afternoon.
At noon on the same day as they were walking across the Quad, Danny proposed to Sydney and she said yes. She thought she could handle it. She thought she would figure something out that Arvin, Dixon, and countless other agents were all married and still worked for the CIA – if they could do it then she could too. It would be just one more secret. She already had so many.
At noon on the same day Samantha and her other half were eating lunch. He was eating she was picking. He had told her that it was no use and that Danny was going to propose. That she needed to start getting used to it, and although he would not say it to her he was worried about the situation as well, but what could they do about it. One false move and the Alliance could be alerted.
Sydney realized looking at her ring that she could not do it any longer. She certainly could not start a new life; bring babies into this world when she was lying about so many things to Danny. No, she knew she had to tell him the truth. She just prayed that he would take it well. That he would love her enough to understand her secrets and why she had kept them.
At first she thought that he would, she thought that he might, and then all hell broke loose. He flipped at the new information, she had to leave on a mission, and he had not absorbed everything she had tried to impress upon him – the dangers, the need for secrecy, and covertness. It had only taken a few minutes to start the dangerous dance that would change the Bristow sister’s world and little did Sydney know while she was on that mission but her world was falling down around her in her absence.
Jack got the information from Arvin Sloane himself that it was going down. He had to act grateful in his presence that he was letting him know so that he could prepare for Sydney’s loss and both of his daughter’s pain. As he walked out the door he was already thinking of plans that could get Sydney and Danny out of this life, into another, and to safety. He took out his cell phone and dialed Samantha, he told her that supper was on him and that he was going to bring home burgers. It was a phrase that would not alert anyone, anyone but Samantha. That phrase meant she needed to get home right away, and that something had happened to Sydney. She quickly said she couldn’t wait – which meant she could leave right away, and she hung up. She begged off of her date that was just starting. She cited family issues. In public it sounded mundane and simple, but he knew what had happened just days before. He knew the dangerous dance that had been started and prayed that Sydney had not done what he thought she had. He told her he would be home all night and to call when she could. Samantha Bristow was already out of the reach of his voice.
Jack thought it would be simple. Danny knew Sam, he trusted her. If she told him that she knew he was upset and that Syd asked her to take him out he should go with her. Jack knew he was drunk so if it came to it Sam could steer him to the car. They would drive him the airport. Samantha as one of her aliases would take Danny and his new alias out of the country to safety in Australia to one of Jack’s contacts. Jack would intercept Sydney – inform her of what had happened and give her a new passport and identities for her and Danny to become. He would make sure they had money and would be able to find them when it was safe and the Alliance was gone. It was a good plan – it should have worked. Except Jack accepted Arvin Sloane’s words again. He had believed that the hit was set for 8pm and thought they had plenty of time. When they, father and daughter were close enough to the house to slow down to park they both realized (Jack a little faster than Samantha) that they were too late. Whether Sloane had done it on purpose or the assassin simply saw an opportunity and seized it neither knew. They simply knew that had to keep driving. Both Samantha and Jack (who was not known for his spirituality) said a silent pray of safe passage for Danny. This too became another secret for the Bristows to keep.
Sydney did not handle Danny’s death well. Neither did Samantha. Every time she saw Sydney, every time she heard her voice all she could feel was that she let Sydney down. The one time she could have – should have done something for Sydney she had failed. She assumed the fault. Every time anyone talked about justice, she knew there would never be any because none of their friends would ever know it was hit, just she and Sydney, and it was a secret that they shared that they could not speak of – at least in this way she was protecting Sydney. She saw less and less of the man she loved because whenever Samantha looked into his soft, loving eyes she only saw pain, and felt sick at the thought that she had failed Sydney, yet still had someone to love and someone who loved her. The Bristow sisters started to become shells of their former selves but their wall of secrets kept them from reaching out to each other in their greatest time of need.
Sitting on a bench on campus after Dixon had visited her and tried to get her to come back to work for everyone’s sake, Sydney realized looking at her beautiful ring that she could not do it any longer, she could not work for the man who had ordered her Danny killed. She thought that if she laid it all on the table that maybe Sloane would let her go. She was wrong, and she realized it when she got back to the garage. Her father spelled it out to her. She was confused, on an adrenaline buzz from fighting, and still depressed from Danny. She did what she had learned to do – she walked away from her father and made a plan of her own. She wasn’t sure what was going on but right now she had to do something. She put her plan into action. Sydney did not tell her father, her friends, and not her sister. She would make Arvin Sloane believe in her again and then she would cut his world out from underneath him – it seemed like the common courtesy for what he had done to hers. When she came back she had accomplished what she wanted and as she left his office this time she was not as naive as the last time. She had a plan, a time table, and she knew where she was headed – to the real CIA, she didn’t care what she looked like.
At the same time Sydney Bristow was walking into the building Samantha Bristow felt like jumping out of the building. With tears in her eyes she walked out of her office and headed for the ladies room. She knew she had to do it. As much as he made her feel alive, she felt she should feel dead. Sydney was dying on the inside and had taken off for God knows where because of her grief, grief she should have spared her. No, it wasn’t fare to anyone especially them to keep at this. She knew she had to let him go. She needed to do penance. Syd had lost her great love and so Sam in her inability to circumvent that loss must share an equal loss.
Sydney had told them they had a walk in. She refused to go anywhere. This was on her timetable now. She was done with all the rest. She had no time for it, wanted to get on with her life. Sydney didn’t want to have to lie to anyone anymore, she felt like she was stuck on repeat. She could not really grieve Danny, because she couldn’t really share with anyone the pain, and who would understand – her life was so messed up anyway. Sydney followed the older woman into the box like room and sat in the uncomfortable chair. Soon, soon she hoped with the real CIA’s help it would all be over.
Samantha Bristow walked down the hallway into his office and closed the door. He smiled when he looked up from his file to see her. He would never tire of seeing her. He knew things had been strained lately – because of her sister loss because of Danny’s murder. He didn’t know why but he felt she was pulling away from him – something he would not let happen. He had been hesitant to date her because she was younger and impetuous, but she had gotten under his skin and he thought a date or two and she would think he was stogy and to French, and he would realize that just a few years was simply to much, then they would part ways amicably and remain office buddies. He had been so wrong. Samantha Bristow was endearing to him. He had fallen in love with her and now could not imagine a life without her. He had been set to ask her to marry him when Danny had beaten him to the punch. He knew he would now have to wait so that she and her sister could have different stories and unique times – so no one was riding on anyone else’s coat tails. Then all hell broke loose. He knew it would take a lot more time now before he could propose to her, but he always had the ring close by. The ring made the dream more real. It was something he could hold onto. He wished Sam already had it so she could hold onto it. At times she seemed lost in a storm, but the ring remained in its box. A secret he could not wait to share.
Samantha sat down in a chair and breathed in deeply. He could see that this was not good. He braced himself. She exhaled and prayed, soon, soon she hoped with God’s help for strength she would be forgiven, she would let him go – she would send the best man she knew and loved out into the world for some more worthy person to love and be loved. With the thought that someone more worthy was out there for him she launched into her simple explanation. She couldn’t do this, she was dying, Sydney lost Danny, she should have stopped it, but she didn’t. She loved him, but she needed to set him free. There was someone out there that was better for him. Some day he would forgive her. She would always love him. Just as he was about to speak his phone rang. He picked it up staring at her, tears wetting his eyes. He asked his friend if it could wait. When he heard that it couldn’t he turned to grab the small box in his drawer. He looked away for just a second, but that was all it took. When he looked back he saw that his door was closing and Samantha Bristow was gone. Quietly he said he would be down in a minute and he hung up the phone. He placed the box back in the drawer, a secret that he had held onto to long.
As she walked out of the building and down the street she knew it was for the best. She had done it. She had let him go and now the healing could start, she hoped. She walked a few more blocks to the park where she knew he was waiting. He saw her before she saw him. Jack Bristow stood up as she closed in on him and held his arms out. Judging by her face she had done what she had told him she must. Jack had not tried to stop her; he never thought Michael Vaughn was good enough for his daughter, for that fact for either of them. When Samantha reached her father she simply said she had done what was necessary, then she feel into his arms. Jack helped her sit next to him and held her while she cried. Anyone walking by would have thought Jack was uncaring, and that this young, obviously distraught woman was bothering him, but Jack (who was not known for his spirituality) said a silent pray and asked God to help his daughters find peace.
At the same time Samantha Bristow reached her father in the park Sydney Bristow was meeting two real CIA agents; Agents Vaughn and Weiss. They asked her many questions inside the white box the older lady had walked her into, and she answered every single one. She had a real attitude and she thought it strange that Agent Vaughn seemed to have trouble just saying her name. She wondered if she was acting that rude. It was against Sydney’s nature to be rude, but she had lost all her patience at least for this one day. Suddenly Agent Vaughn handed her a pad and told her to write down everything she knew about SD-6, and with that she laid all her carefully guarded and crafted secrets onto pages and pages or white lined paper. All her secrets feel around her.
And that was what led up to Sydney meeting Vaughn, falling in love, and then disappearing for two years.
I hope you all like it and that you want more. I have the next few sections all ready if you want to read more.
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Jack and Laura (Irina Derevko) Bristow had two daughters. Sydney the oldest and Samantha, four years Sydney’s junior. Sydney and Jack had a troubled parent/child relationship after Laura’s death. However Samantha and Jack’s relationship was different. She being only two when Laura died did not have the memories that haunted Sydney’s dreams and waking hours. Samantha also did not accept Jack’s cold shoulders. She became the more outspoken Bristow daughter, demanding Jack’s time and attention, while Sydney became the more dutiful one – trying to win Jack to her by complying with his outline of how they should interact.
Sydney has always mothered her sister. She would tell Samantha stories of their mother, and tried to foster a love of literature in her because of what she believed was their mother’s passion – the written word. And while Sydney did envy the relationship between Samantha and Jack she never held it against Samantha, she did hold it against Jack. She knew that Samantha was livelier, but no one wanted Jack’s love more than Sydney. She understood that Samantha never would remember a time when all four loved each other, their perfect mother reading to them, their father pushing them on the swings, Sydney learning how to help her mother out with baby Sam, and because she couldn’t remember it she could not grieve it like Sydney.
In school Sydney and Sam excelled at their studies, but choose different tracks for extracurricular activities. Sydney had been into sports like track and cross country, so Sam choose choral groups, and theater productions. Both grew into attractive young women with long wavy brown hair, soft complexions, and physically fit. Sydney’s stare was warm, introspective, and the color of chocolate. Samantha’s twinkled with a hint of mischievousness, was very readable, and the color of the deep sea. Both planned on going to UCLA. Sydney because it was her first choice, Samantha’s (though she would never admit it) was because it was where Sydney went (Sydney knew this – though she would never admit it).
Both sisters loved, and clung to each other to the depths of their souls. No one understood them like they knew each other. Sam understood Syd’s feelings toward their Dad and often times felt guilty about their relationship. When she would mention to Jack that he needed to spend more time with Sydney he would simply tell her that he and Sydney did not do communication, and when she told Syd she should open up to Jack more Sydney would say she would take that thought under advisement (meaning – that ship has sailed, you know it, I know it, and Dad certainly knows it). Nether sisters ever kept secrets from one another. Not even when Sydney accidentally forgot to feed Sam’s fish for a week when she was in summer camp, or when Sam ruined Syd’s favorite dress while sneaking out of the house to go on an unsanctioned date. In both cases Syd helped Sam buy a new fish – and Sam gave Syd her new pair of shoes as a peace offering.
No, the Bristow sisters never kept secrets from one another until the fateful day Sydney Bristow decided to accept the offer into SD-6. That was when the real secrets started to be formed, and the dance began. Sydney had hoped that one day after she was an officer that the CIA would let her at the very least tell her family that she worked for them. Sam would then of course understand that her missions were top secret because of the government and would not be angry with her for her deceptions. Her sister was a junior in high school, she a sophomore in college when she became field rated, and still the deceptions continued. Sydney hated lying. She was lying to her roommate, her friends in school, her sister, and her father.
Sydney hated lying. She was lying to her roommate, her friends in school, her sister, and her father.
What Sydney did not know was that Jack Bristow knew all about her dealings with SD-6. He knew he had been a fool to believe Arvin Sloane would leave his children alone, leave them to their own dreams and out of the life of spies. He had prayed every day since Arvin had pulled away from the CIA for the Alliance that he would leave his children alone. Sloane knew that he had trained them in Project Christmas – not as guinea pigs – but for their own protection in case Irina came for them, and he was not there. The day that he found out Sydney was already in Sloane’s web he knew it was to late for her. She would never believe him that Sloane was a bad guy. Arvin had played all his cards well and had a royal flush. He knew Jack had pushed her away, that she needed a father figure, and that she would fight for the good fight. He had said that right things, told her he had faith in her, that she would be protecting her country – her family, and Sydney had fallen in. When he confronted Sloane it was all over Arvin’s face that this had always been his plan. He had said it was an opportunity he couldn’t pass. Jack knew he had to act fast. If he did not than he would soon find out that Arvin had swooped in and woven a web around Samantha too. He could not have that. Having Sydney there was dangerous and heart attack inducing enough. At least he knew from the reports on her that she was capable of handling herself. That was a comfort, but he had to protect Samantha, he knew that it was the right thing to do. That was the day Jack Bristow told Samantha things she would have to keep from Sydney, it was the day her secrets began.
Samantha maintained her high school career – grades, plays, music, but she also started her own training with weapons, martial arts, technology, languages and everything else that Jack thought she would need. By the time she was a freshman in college she was being trained by the actually CIA. They knew of her early training, and so did she. Jack had disclosed to her about her mother’s faked death, Project Christmas, his double agent status, Sloane, the Alliance of 12, and Sydney. Jack made her understand that if the Alliance thought Sydney knew that SD-6 was not part of the CIA, if she suspected anything she would be considered a liability – no matter how good of an agent she was, and that could not happen. As far as Sydney knew Samantha had decided against UCLA, and was enrolled in a small arts college nearby home (Syd never knew that it was a cover – that the space was used by the CIA to teach language, body language classes, weapons training, and etcetera). Samantha never corrected her.
It was around this time that Sydney and Samantha both fell in love. Heads over heals. Sydney fell in love with a fellow UCLA student named Danny. He was pre-med and was good to her. He loved her, respected her, and genuinely wanted her to be happy. Her sister liked him and told her that she thought that he was a good man, a man worthy of changing one’s life for. Sam started seeing a fellow agent (actually she was still in training. and he was a bit older, and her dad did not seem to be please, but she always got her way with him) he was kind, funny, respectful, and he seemed to get her. At least better than anyone else she ever knew (that was besides Sydney). Sam desperately wanted to introduce him to Syd, but that could not happen. It would jeopardize all of them, even Danny, and Sam and he knew it, so she kept yet another secret from Sydney. Some days she could swear that she could feel the secrets, the deceptions forming a wall between her and Sydney, but then there were days, blissfully perfect days when it would feel like there was nothing between them. But the older the Bristow sisters got the further those days got.
Danny called Sam up on a beautiful California morning one day and told her that he was in love with her sister. She wondered why he had woken her up to make a proclamation that anyone in the vicinity of Danny and Sydney could see with untrained eyes. But as the silence feel between his declaration of love, and the time she should have spoken something she realized it – he wanted to marry Syd. She quickly inhaled while a multitude of emotions swirled in front of her eyes. She started to cry and she did not know if it was from happiness (for her sister), sadness (for herself and her sister), or the absurdity of what could happen to all their perfectly crafted, very balanced lives, all it took was one misstep and things could come crashing down like a house of cards. He asked for her help and so she went with him. The whole time smiling on the outside, thankful for years in the theatre, on the inside screaming at her father for being away on a mission. She prayed he would be home before Danny took anything a step farther, but he wasn’t – he received all of Sam’s messages at one in the afternoon.
At noon on the same day as they were walking across the Quad, Danny proposed to Sydney and she said yes. She thought she could handle it. She thought she would figure something out that Arvin, Dixon, and countless other agents were all married and still worked for the CIA – if they could do it then she could too. It would be just one more secret. She already had so many.
At noon on the same day Samantha and her other half were eating lunch. He was eating she was picking. He had told her that it was no use and that Danny was going to propose. That she needed to start getting used to it, and although he would not say it to her he was worried about the situation as well, but what could they do about it. One false move and the Alliance could be alerted.
Sydney realized looking at her ring that she could not do it any longer. She certainly could not start a new life; bring babies into this world when she was lying about so many things to Danny. No, she knew she had to tell him the truth. She just prayed that he would take it well. That he would love her enough to understand her secrets and why she had kept them.
At first she thought that he would, she thought that he might, and then all hell broke loose. He flipped at the new information, she had to leave on a mission, and he had not absorbed everything she had tried to impress upon him – the dangers, the need for secrecy, and covertness. It had only taken a few minutes to start the dangerous dance that would change the Bristow sister’s world and little did Sydney know while she was on that mission but her world was falling down around her in her absence.
Jack got the information from Arvin Sloane himself that it was going down. He had to act grateful in his presence that he was letting him know so that he could prepare for Sydney’s loss and both of his daughter’s pain. As he walked out the door he was already thinking of plans that could get Sydney and Danny out of this life, into another, and to safety. He took out his cell phone and dialed Samantha, he told her that supper was on him and that he was going to bring home burgers. It was a phrase that would not alert anyone, anyone but Samantha. That phrase meant she needed to get home right away, and that something had happened to Sydney. She quickly said she couldn’t wait – which meant she could leave right away, and she hung up. She begged off of her date that was just starting. She cited family issues. In public it sounded mundane and simple, but he knew what had happened just days before. He knew the dangerous dance that had been started and prayed that Sydney had not done what he thought she had. He told her he would be home all night and to call when she could. Samantha Bristow was already out of the reach of his voice.
Jack thought it would be simple. Danny knew Sam, he trusted her. If she told him that she knew he was upset and that Syd asked her to take him out he should go with her. Jack knew he was drunk so if it came to it Sam could steer him to the car. They would drive him the airport. Samantha as one of her aliases would take Danny and his new alias out of the country to safety in Australia to one of Jack’s contacts. Jack would intercept Sydney – inform her of what had happened and give her a new passport and identities for her and Danny to become. He would make sure they had money and would be able to find them when it was safe and the Alliance was gone. It was a good plan – it should have worked. Except Jack accepted Arvin Sloane’s words again. He had believed that the hit was set for 8pm and thought they had plenty of time. When they, father and daughter were close enough to the house to slow down to park they both realized (Jack a little faster than Samantha) that they were too late. Whether Sloane had done it on purpose or the assassin simply saw an opportunity and seized it neither knew. They simply knew that had to keep driving. Both Samantha and Jack (who was not known for his spirituality) said a silent pray of safe passage for Danny. This too became another secret for the Bristows to keep.
Sydney did not handle Danny’s death well. Neither did Samantha. Every time she saw Sydney, every time she heard her voice all she could feel was that she let Sydney down. The one time she could have – should have done something for Sydney she had failed. She assumed the fault. Every time anyone talked about justice, she knew there would never be any because none of their friends would ever know it was hit, just she and Sydney, and it was a secret that they shared that they could not speak of – at least in this way she was protecting Sydney. She saw less and less of the man she loved because whenever Samantha looked into his soft, loving eyes she only saw pain, and felt sick at the thought that she had failed Sydney, yet still had someone to love and someone who loved her. The Bristow sisters started to become shells of their former selves but their wall of secrets kept them from reaching out to each other in their greatest time of need.
Sitting on a bench on campus after Dixon had visited her and tried to get her to come back to work for everyone’s sake, Sydney realized looking at her beautiful ring that she could not do it any longer, she could not work for the man who had ordered her Danny killed. She thought that if she laid it all on the table that maybe Sloane would let her go. She was wrong, and she realized it when she got back to the garage. Her father spelled it out to her. She was confused, on an adrenaline buzz from fighting, and still depressed from Danny. She did what she had learned to do – she walked away from her father and made a plan of her own. She wasn’t sure what was going on but right now she had to do something. She put her plan into action. Sydney did not tell her father, her friends, and not her sister. She would make Arvin Sloane believe in her again and then she would cut his world out from underneath him – it seemed like the common courtesy for what he had done to hers. When she came back she had accomplished what she wanted and as she left his office this time she was not as naive as the last time. She had a plan, a time table, and she knew where she was headed – to the real CIA, she didn’t care what she looked like.
At the same time Sydney Bristow was walking into the building Samantha Bristow felt like jumping out of the building. With tears in her eyes she walked out of her office and headed for the ladies room. She knew she had to do it. As much as he made her feel alive, she felt she should feel dead. Sydney was dying on the inside and had taken off for God knows where because of her grief, grief she should have spared her. No, it wasn’t fare to anyone especially them to keep at this. She knew she had to let him go. She needed to do penance. Syd had lost her great love and so Sam in her inability to circumvent that loss must share an equal loss.
Sydney had told them they had a walk in. She refused to go anywhere. This was on her timetable now. She was done with all the rest. She had no time for it, wanted to get on with her life. Sydney didn’t want to have to lie to anyone anymore, she felt like she was stuck on repeat. She could not really grieve Danny, because she couldn’t really share with anyone the pain, and who would understand – her life was so messed up anyway. Sydney followed the older woman into the box like room and sat in the uncomfortable chair. Soon, soon she hoped with the real CIA’s help it would all be over.
Samantha Bristow walked down the hallway into his office and closed the door. He smiled when he looked up from his file to see her. He would never tire of seeing her. He knew things had been strained lately – because of her sister loss because of Danny’s murder. He didn’t know why but he felt she was pulling away from him – something he would not let happen. He had been hesitant to date her because she was younger and impetuous, but she had gotten under his skin and he thought a date or two and she would think he was stogy and to French, and he would realize that just a few years was simply to much, then they would part ways amicably and remain office buddies. He had been so wrong. Samantha Bristow was endearing to him. He had fallen in love with her and now could not imagine a life without her. He had been set to ask her to marry him when Danny had beaten him to the punch. He knew he would now have to wait so that she and her sister could have different stories and unique times – so no one was riding on anyone else’s coat tails. Then all hell broke loose. He knew it would take a lot more time now before he could propose to her, but he always had the ring close by. The ring made the dream more real. It was something he could hold onto. He wished Sam already had it so she could hold onto it. At times she seemed lost in a storm, but the ring remained in its box. A secret he could not wait to share.
Samantha sat down in a chair and breathed in deeply. He could see that this was not good. He braced himself. She exhaled and prayed, soon, soon she hoped with God’s help for strength she would be forgiven, she would let him go – she would send the best man she knew and loved out into the world for some more worthy person to love and be loved. With the thought that someone more worthy was out there for him she launched into her simple explanation. She couldn’t do this, she was dying, Sydney lost Danny, she should have stopped it, but she didn’t. She loved him, but she needed to set him free. There was someone out there that was better for him. Some day he would forgive her. She would always love him. Just as he was about to speak his phone rang. He picked it up staring at her, tears wetting his eyes. He asked his friend if it could wait. When he heard that it couldn’t he turned to grab the small box in his drawer. He looked away for just a second, but that was all it took. When he looked back he saw that his door was closing and Samantha Bristow was gone. Quietly he said he would be down in a minute and he hung up the phone. He placed the box back in the drawer, a secret that he had held onto to long.
As she walked out of the building and down the street she knew it was for the best. She had done it. She had let him go and now the healing could start, she hoped. She walked a few more blocks to the park where she knew he was waiting. He saw her before she saw him. Jack Bristow stood up as she closed in on him and held his arms out. Judging by her face she had done what she had told him she must. Jack had not tried to stop her; he never thought Michael Vaughn was good enough for his daughter, for that fact for either of them. When Samantha reached her father she simply said she had done what was necessary, then she feel into his arms. Jack helped her sit next to him and held her while she cried. Anyone walking by would have thought Jack was uncaring, and that this young, obviously distraught woman was bothering him, but Jack (who was not known for his spirituality) said a silent pray and asked God to help his daughters find peace.
At the same time Samantha Bristow reached her father in the park Sydney Bristow was meeting two real CIA agents; Agents Vaughn and Weiss. They asked her many questions inside the white box the older lady had walked her into, and she answered every single one. She had a real attitude and she thought it strange that Agent Vaughn seemed to have trouble just saying her name. She wondered if she was acting that rude. It was against Sydney’s nature to be rude, but she had lost all her patience at least for this one day. Suddenly Agent Vaughn handed her a pad and told her to write down everything she knew about SD-6, and with that she laid all her carefully guarded and crafted secrets onto pages and pages or white lined paper. All her secrets feel around her.
And that was what led up to Sydney meeting Vaughn, falling in love, and then disappearing for two years.
I hope you all like it and that you want more. I have the next few sections all ready if you want to read more.
