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Title: Touched by You
Genre: s/v minor angst
Summary: Similar to the movie Just Like Heaven...but with my own personal twists. Something very strange is going on in Sydney Bristow's new office...
18 Chapters + Epilogue
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Chapter 1 (below) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16
Chapter 17 Chapter 18 + Epilogue
Chapter 1
“…Well, that about sums it up. If you have any more questions feel free to ask and welcome to Thomson Publishing, Miss Bristow,” Mr. Thomson smiled as he shook the hand of the woman sitting across from him.
“Thank you very much,” Sydney Bristow smiled back at him. The first day on a new job was always very nerve-wracking and stressful, but Mr. Thomson had been so kind to her, her nerves were quickly abating. She still had some reservations about her job, though. After all, she was starting a new career in a new state half a country away from her parents and everything she had ever known. That, in itself, was very scary.
“Come with me; I’ll show you to your office,” Mr. Thomson waved Sydney towards him as he left his office. Sydney stood, grabbing her oversized purse on the way, and followed him. Unlike many of the employees in that office, she was getting an actual office with a door instead of a cubical. When she’d first applied for the position at Thomson she’d been seeking one of the more entry-level cubical positions since they were all that was available, but as the interview process progressed, she found she was actually in the running for a higher level position. She had no idea how she’d made it into the pool being considered for that position.
“Well, this is it,” Mr. Thomson said when he paused in the doorway of a very sparse looking office. Only an empty desk (save the computer atop it) and two chairs filled the tiny room, but still Sydney smiled because it was her office.
“Thank you very much,” she smiled at her boss when she stepped inside.
“I’ll let you get settled then… don’t forget the staff meeting at eleven o’clock!” he reminded her before walking away from the office. Sydney shut the door behind him, leaned back against it and sighed. Working in the quiet of the single office was definitely preferable than working out in a cubical, where there would always be a murmur of noise.
“This is it, my new life,” she sighed as she walked over to her desk. She set her purse down and walked around to sit in the leather chair behind the desk. Just as she was about to sit down though, she found herself on the floor, the chair banging against the wall behind her. Utterly stunned from her bottom slamming painfully into the ground, she turned around slowly to look at the chair. Her brow furrowed as she mentally reviewed what she’d just done. She was sure she had been holding onto the chair before sitting onto it, but maybe she had not been; she could not remember.
Sighing, she climbed to her feet and dragged the rolling chair back to its proper position. That time, she sat down very carefully and thankfully the chair didn’t roll out from underneath her. Once seated, she reached for her purse and began unloading some of her personal belongings into the desk drawers. All the drawers were empty except for the drawer in the center of the desk, right on top of Sydney’s lap. When she pulled that drawer open, a man’s watch skidded out from one of the far back corners. Sydney picked it up, looked at it, and noticed that the second hand was no longer moving. Shrugging, she put the watch back into the desk, figuring the owner (most likely the person who occupied that office before her, a person she knew nothing about) would come looking for it sooner or later if he wanted it.
Sydney’s job description was fairly simple and involved two parts. The first and lesser part, of her job was calling (and sometimes driving around) potential new clients to try and get them to purchase publishing from Thompson. Thompson mostly published flyers, leaflets, internal magazines or newsletters for other businesses, not large scale things like books or large circulation magazines. This involved other part of Sydney’s job description: to meet with existing clients and discuss what they wanted printed, appropriate pricing and other assorted printing issues. For the most part, clients came to her office to discuss these things, but she occasionally had to go to them, which gave her the variety she was looking for in her job.
After Sydney arranged her things in the drawers of her desk, she put her purse away in the bottom drawer before standing from her desk chair and heading towards the office exit. Just as she was about to open the door, a loud slamming noise from behind her caused her to jump and scream. When she turned around, she saw nothing out of the ordinary: nothing had fallen, nothing, as far as she could tell, had moved at all. “Weird,” she muttered to herself before walking out of the office.
~*~
After a long day at work, Sydney went home to her brand new, yet sparse apartment. She had moved in only two days earlier, so, though her apartment was cluttered with lots of things, those things happened to be boxes waiting to be unpacked. After changing out of her work clothes and into more comfortable sweats, she headed to the kitchen to heat up some soup for dinner. While her apartment was still in disarray, she was sticking to easy-to-prepare meals so as not to waste time making elegant dinners when there was unpacking to be done. The only unpacking she’d completed so far was her clothing, which was necessary for work. That evening, she set to work on the boxes of books she had and began to place them on the bookshelves built into the walls of her apartment, which were one of the main reasons she’d purchased that place.
To her, the apartment seemed massive, but then again she was used to living in a cramped tiny apartment with a roommate, the only way to survive in a big city where she’d lived for the previous three years of her life, ever since graduating college. As much as the empty space made her lonely at times, she was glad not to have a roommate for once in her life. Peace and quiet surrounded her and, most importantly, no arguing lovers were within earshot.
Title: Touched by You
Genre: s/v minor angst
Summary: Similar to the movie Just Like Heaven...but with my own personal twists. Something very strange is going on in Sydney Bristow's new office...
18 Chapters + Epilogue
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Chapter 1 (below) Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16
Chapter 17 Chapter 18 + Epilogue
Chapter 1
“…Well, that about sums it up. If you have any more questions feel free to ask and welcome to Thomson Publishing, Miss Bristow,” Mr. Thomson smiled as he shook the hand of the woman sitting across from him.
“Thank you very much,” Sydney Bristow smiled back at him. The first day on a new job was always very nerve-wracking and stressful, but Mr. Thomson had been so kind to her, her nerves were quickly abating. She still had some reservations about her job, though. After all, she was starting a new career in a new state half a country away from her parents and everything she had ever known. That, in itself, was very scary.
“Come with me; I’ll show you to your office,” Mr. Thomson waved Sydney towards him as he left his office. Sydney stood, grabbing her oversized purse on the way, and followed him. Unlike many of the employees in that office, she was getting an actual office with a door instead of a cubical. When she’d first applied for the position at Thomson she’d been seeking one of the more entry-level cubical positions since they were all that was available, but as the interview process progressed, she found she was actually in the running for a higher level position. She had no idea how she’d made it into the pool being considered for that position.
“Well, this is it,” Mr. Thomson said when he paused in the doorway of a very sparse looking office. Only an empty desk (save the computer atop it) and two chairs filled the tiny room, but still Sydney smiled because it was her office.
“Thank you very much,” she smiled at her boss when she stepped inside.
“I’ll let you get settled then… don’t forget the staff meeting at eleven o’clock!” he reminded her before walking away from the office. Sydney shut the door behind him, leaned back against it and sighed. Working in the quiet of the single office was definitely preferable than working out in a cubical, where there would always be a murmur of noise.
“This is it, my new life,” she sighed as she walked over to her desk. She set her purse down and walked around to sit in the leather chair behind the desk. Just as she was about to sit down though, she found herself on the floor, the chair banging against the wall behind her. Utterly stunned from her bottom slamming painfully into the ground, she turned around slowly to look at the chair. Her brow furrowed as she mentally reviewed what she’d just done. She was sure she had been holding onto the chair before sitting onto it, but maybe she had not been; she could not remember.
Sighing, she climbed to her feet and dragged the rolling chair back to its proper position. That time, she sat down very carefully and thankfully the chair didn’t roll out from underneath her. Once seated, she reached for her purse and began unloading some of her personal belongings into the desk drawers. All the drawers were empty except for the drawer in the center of the desk, right on top of Sydney’s lap. When she pulled that drawer open, a man’s watch skidded out from one of the far back corners. Sydney picked it up, looked at it, and noticed that the second hand was no longer moving. Shrugging, she put the watch back into the desk, figuring the owner (most likely the person who occupied that office before her, a person she knew nothing about) would come looking for it sooner or later if he wanted it.
Sydney’s job description was fairly simple and involved two parts. The first and lesser part, of her job was calling (and sometimes driving around) potential new clients to try and get them to purchase publishing from Thompson. Thompson mostly published flyers, leaflets, internal magazines or newsletters for other businesses, not large scale things like books or large circulation magazines. This involved other part of Sydney’s job description: to meet with existing clients and discuss what they wanted printed, appropriate pricing and other assorted printing issues. For the most part, clients came to her office to discuss these things, but she occasionally had to go to them, which gave her the variety she was looking for in her job.
After Sydney arranged her things in the drawers of her desk, she put her purse away in the bottom drawer before standing from her desk chair and heading towards the office exit. Just as she was about to open the door, a loud slamming noise from behind her caused her to jump and scream. When she turned around, she saw nothing out of the ordinary: nothing had fallen, nothing, as far as she could tell, had moved at all. “Weird,” she muttered to herself before walking out of the office.
~*~
After a long day at work, Sydney went home to her brand new, yet sparse apartment. She had moved in only two days earlier, so, though her apartment was cluttered with lots of things, those things happened to be boxes waiting to be unpacked. After changing out of her work clothes and into more comfortable sweats, she headed to the kitchen to heat up some soup for dinner. While her apartment was still in disarray, she was sticking to easy-to-prepare meals so as not to waste time making elegant dinners when there was unpacking to be done. The only unpacking she’d completed so far was her clothing, which was necessary for work. That evening, she set to work on the boxes of books she had and began to place them on the bookshelves built into the walls of her apartment, which were one of the main reasons she’d purchased that place.
To her, the apartment seemed massive, but then again she was used to living in a cramped tiny apartment with a roommate, the only way to survive in a big city where she’d lived for the previous three years of her life, ever since graduating college. As much as the empty space made her lonely at times, she was glad not to have a roommate for once in her life. Peace and quiet surrounded her and, most importantly, no arguing lovers were within earshot.