Phoenix 47
Cadet
Alright, this is a fic about Sydney's grown children. I've posted a few other fics, one of which is still unfinished (a prolonged writers block...i hope to jump past it soon). I'd say it's PG-13. And I don't own any of the characters, except for a few which I did make up. You'll be able to figure out which ones those are. Please read and comment!
The underground bunker was deep and dark. As I reached the bottom, a wall of rocks met me. I kicked through them and found myself in an underground room. My grandfather met me there.
"No CIA?" he asked, leaning against a wall.
"Can't we meet somewhere a little less, you know, depressing next time?" I asked.
"You didn't answer my question," he replied, with a smile.
"You didn't answer mine," I retorted.
"Answer mine first," he said.
"Alright," I said, caving, "No. I don't want to work for the CIA."
"Why?" Jack asked.
I simply pointed at him and shrugged.
"Point taken," he said, "At least one of my grandchildren is avoiding that life."
"Yeah," I said, sitting down on a nearby rock, until I heard a groan underneath.
"Shut up, Arvin," Jack said to the man underneath the rubble, "You did it to yourself."
"Anyway," I said, "Jack and Izzie are doing good, but I'm sure you know that."
"Yeah," he said, "I try to keep them from getting killed out in the field."
"You've done a good job so far," I said.
We stood for another minute. I'd had no connections to my grandfather. Izzie had at least been around him when she was a baby, and Jack was named after him. But me? All I had were these dreams.
"It's almost morning," he said, "You have class."
"I do," I said, "It's good seeing you. Love you."
"You too," he said, walking to me and giving me a kiss.
He blurred away along with the bunker. I was now in that state between dreaming and waking. I started having the dreams when I was 6. When I turned 12, I began thinking that I was crazy, carrying on conversations with my dead grandfather. But soon I let it go, because this was the only way I'd be connected with him.
Because I definitely was not, absolutely NOT, getting into the espionage business.
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“Cameron!” Isabelle yelled from downstairs, just as Cameron was waking up to reality, “We’re out of coffee!”
Cameron pulled herself out of the bed with a groan. She’d been up late studying for an exam. She had gone to bed at 2 am. It was 4:30 am now. That would be 2 and half hours of sleep total.
She really hated when Jack and Izzie had to be at work way early in the morning. Somehow, she always ended up being woken up by them no matter what time her class was.
Cameron slowly made her way to the kitchen, still groggy. Izzie was impatiently holding a coffee mug, and Jack was searching the place for his ID card. It was a typical Wednesday morning.
Cameron reached into the cabinet, moved a few things, and handed the coffee can to her sister.
“Thanks Cameron,” Izzie said, as she immediately moved to the coffee maker.
“No problem,” she yawned, as she walked to the couch and fell down on it.
“Cameron?” Jack asked, right when she was about to fall back to sleep, “Have you seen my ID card?”
“Front hall table drawer,” Cameron replied, without even opening her eyes.
“Thanks,” he said, and she heard his footsteps pound away.
As Izzie and Jack continued to make noise, Cameron realized that this was another morning she wasn’t going to get back to sleep.
She got off the couch and fixed herself some coffee.
“So why are you guys going in this early again?” she asked, sitting down at the bar.
“Super top secret CIA stuff,” Jack grinned. Cameron and Izzie both gave him a look that shut him up.
“Paper work,” Izzie said, “Briefings. That good stuff. You’d be a part of it if you’d just accept the job offer.”
“No,” Cameron said, “did you think my half awake self would agree to that?”
“Yeah,” Izzie said.
“Well, the answer is still no.”
“Fine,” Izzie said, and proceeded with Jack back to their respective bedrooms.
Cameron flopped back down on the couch. As soon as she did, the doorbell rang. With an annoyed groan, she went to answer it.
“Hey sweetie,” Sydney Bristow said, entering and giving Cameron a kiss on the forehead.
“Hey mom,” Cameron said, “Izzie and Jack will be ready in a minute. Coffee?”
“Coffee would be great, Cameron,” Sydney replied. Cameron grabbed a mug and began fixing her mom’s coffee: two sugars, a lot of
cream.
“How’s the music?” Sydney asked as Cameron stirred the coffee.
“It’s good,” Cameron said, holding the mug towards her mom.
Sydney took the coffee mug from Cameron.
“You should come play at the office,” Sydney said, “All the agents dancing around would be amusing. And it’s very boring these days,
now that there‘s no crazy prophecies floating around.”
“I’ll pass,” Cameron grinned as Sydney glanced at her watch, noticing how late they were running.
“Izzie! Jack!” she yelled, “Time to go!”
Muffled sounds came from the direction of the bedrooms.
“What do you have planned for the day?” Sydney asked Cameron.
“French exam,” Cameron said, “Then my normal bio and chem classes. Music lesson in the afternoon.”
“Still need lessons?” Sydney asked, eyebrow raised.
“More like practice now,” Cameron said, “Plus my singing isn’t quite up to par.”
They stood in silence for a moment while Sydney drank her coffee.
“Izzie’s still pushing for me to take a job at the CIA,” Cameron said quietly.
Sydney almost choked on her coffee. She hadn’t been able to keep Jack and Izzie out of the CIA, but Cameron had no interest, which made Syd ecstatic. Syd would have been content without any of her children being in the CIA. And she had no intention of letting her only child who refused to follow that life be bullied in to doing it.
“You said no, right?” Sydney asked.
Cameron nodded her head vigorously.
Izzie and Jack came running into the living room.
“We’re ready,” Izzie said.
“Where’s my keycard?” Jack asked, fumbling through his pockets.
Cameron walked to the ktichen counter and handed him the keycard.
“thanks,” he said, “See you Cameron!”
The rest of them said their goodbyes to each other, and finally left. Cameron was left in the house alone.
“Finally,” she said, as she locked the door and went back to bed to try and get one more hour of sleep before she had to get ready for class.
The underground bunker was deep and dark. As I reached the bottom, a wall of rocks met me. I kicked through them and found myself in an underground room. My grandfather met me there.
"No CIA?" he asked, leaning against a wall.
"Can't we meet somewhere a little less, you know, depressing next time?" I asked.
"You didn't answer my question," he replied, with a smile.
"You didn't answer mine," I retorted.
"Answer mine first," he said.
"Alright," I said, caving, "No. I don't want to work for the CIA."
"Why?" Jack asked.
I simply pointed at him and shrugged.
"Point taken," he said, "At least one of my grandchildren is avoiding that life."
"Yeah," I said, sitting down on a nearby rock, until I heard a groan underneath.
"Shut up, Arvin," Jack said to the man underneath the rubble, "You did it to yourself."
"Anyway," I said, "Jack and Izzie are doing good, but I'm sure you know that."
"Yeah," he said, "I try to keep them from getting killed out in the field."
"You've done a good job so far," I said.
We stood for another minute. I'd had no connections to my grandfather. Izzie had at least been around him when she was a baby, and Jack was named after him. But me? All I had were these dreams.
"It's almost morning," he said, "You have class."
"I do," I said, "It's good seeing you. Love you."
"You too," he said, walking to me and giving me a kiss.
He blurred away along with the bunker. I was now in that state between dreaming and waking. I started having the dreams when I was 6. When I turned 12, I began thinking that I was crazy, carrying on conversations with my dead grandfather. But soon I let it go, because this was the only way I'd be connected with him.
Because I definitely was not, absolutely NOT, getting into the espionage business.
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“Cameron!” Isabelle yelled from downstairs, just as Cameron was waking up to reality, “We’re out of coffee!”
Cameron pulled herself out of the bed with a groan. She’d been up late studying for an exam. She had gone to bed at 2 am. It was 4:30 am now. That would be 2 and half hours of sleep total.
She really hated when Jack and Izzie had to be at work way early in the morning. Somehow, she always ended up being woken up by them no matter what time her class was.
Cameron slowly made her way to the kitchen, still groggy. Izzie was impatiently holding a coffee mug, and Jack was searching the place for his ID card. It was a typical Wednesday morning.
Cameron reached into the cabinet, moved a few things, and handed the coffee can to her sister.
“Thanks Cameron,” Izzie said, as she immediately moved to the coffee maker.
“No problem,” she yawned, as she walked to the couch and fell down on it.
“Cameron?” Jack asked, right when she was about to fall back to sleep, “Have you seen my ID card?”
“Front hall table drawer,” Cameron replied, without even opening her eyes.
“Thanks,” he said, and she heard his footsteps pound away.
As Izzie and Jack continued to make noise, Cameron realized that this was another morning she wasn’t going to get back to sleep.
She got off the couch and fixed herself some coffee.
“So why are you guys going in this early again?” she asked, sitting down at the bar.
“Super top secret CIA stuff,” Jack grinned. Cameron and Izzie both gave him a look that shut him up.
“Paper work,” Izzie said, “Briefings. That good stuff. You’d be a part of it if you’d just accept the job offer.”
“No,” Cameron said, “did you think my half awake self would agree to that?”
“Yeah,” Izzie said.
“Well, the answer is still no.”
“Fine,” Izzie said, and proceeded with Jack back to their respective bedrooms.
Cameron flopped back down on the couch. As soon as she did, the doorbell rang. With an annoyed groan, she went to answer it.
“Hey sweetie,” Sydney Bristow said, entering and giving Cameron a kiss on the forehead.
“Hey mom,” Cameron said, “Izzie and Jack will be ready in a minute. Coffee?”
“Coffee would be great, Cameron,” Sydney replied. Cameron grabbed a mug and began fixing her mom’s coffee: two sugars, a lot of
cream.
“How’s the music?” Sydney asked as Cameron stirred the coffee.
“It’s good,” Cameron said, holding the mug towards her mom.
Sydney took the coffee mug from Cameron.
“You should come play at the office,” Sydney said, “All the agents dancing around would be amusing. And it’s very boring these days,
now that there‘s no crazy prophecies floating around.”
“I’ll pass,” Cameron grinned as Sydney glanced at her watch, noticing how late they were running.
“Izzie! Jack!” she yelled, “Time to go!”
Muffled sounds came from the direction of the bedrooms.
“What do you have planned for the day?” Sydney asked Cameron.
“French exam,” Cameron said, “Then my normal bio and chem classes. Music lesson in the afternoon.”
“Still need lessons?” Sydney asked, eyebrow raised.
“More like practice now,” Cameron said, “Plus my singing isn’t quite up to par.”
They stood in silence for a moment while Sydney drank her coffee.
“Izzie’s still pushing for me to take a job at the CIA,” Cameron said quietly.
Sydney almost choked on her coffee. She hadn’t been able to keep Jack and Izzie out of the CIA, but Cameron had no interest, which made Syd ecstatic. Syd would have been content without any of her children being in the CIA. And she had no intention of letting her only child who refused to follow that life be bullied in to doing it.
“You said no, right?” Sydney asked.
Cameron nodded her head vigorously.
Izzie and Jack came running into the living room.
“We’re ready,” Izzie said.
“Where’s my keycard?” Jack asked, fumbling through his pockets.
Cameron walked to the ktichen counter and handed him the keycard.
“thanks,” he said, “See you Cameron!”
The rest of them said their goodbyes to each other, and finally left. Cameron was left in the house alone.
“Finally,” she said, as she locked the door and went back to bed to try and get one more hour of sleep before she had to get ready for class.