Title: Working for the other side
Author: nancee
Disclaimer: Do we really need this? No I don’t own anything that’s written here. But in my fantasy world, Michael Vaughn would belong to me
Summary: Sydney works for the other side
A/N: Hey, I usually don’t write fics but this seemed like a good idea. So if you guys like it tell me.
Chap. 1
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Six year old Sydney Anne Bristow woke up late at night to the sound of thunder and her mother shuffling around her room. Laura Bristow kneeled beside her daughter’s bed and whispered quietly, “Sydney Anne, wake up. We have to leave now.”
“Why?” she whispered back as she sat up in bed. Her was hair tousled and eyes sleepy and longed to lay back down.
Laura didn’t answer but walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans, a Disney sweater, and socks. She pulled it over Sydney’s head and instructed her to put on the jeans.
“Where are we going Mommy?” she questioned as she slipped on the jeans.
Still she didn’t answer. Laura went to the nightstand and stuffed the music box that lad on top of it into a bag.
“Is Daddy coming?” she asked with one sock on and the other still in hand.
Laura picked out a few precious pieces of jewelry and pocketed it.
“Sydney Anne, listen to me. We have to be really quiet now okay? So we don’t wake Daddy up.” She had tears in her eyes that rolled down her cheek as she explained the situation. “We’re going somewhere right now. So lets be quiet. Take Davis with you.”
Sydney obeyed as she scrambled across her bed to reach out for her mutt of a stuff animal. Laura scooped Sydney in her arms and crept downstairs. Sydney now to had tears in her eyes, although she didn’t know why. Laura closed the door behind her and ran to the limo that awaited them in front of the house.
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Jack Bristow sighed as he awoke at eight A.M. to a light drizzle that vibrated through the house. He rolled over and was started to see that his wife was gone. He was puzzled for she was a heavy sleeper and only awoke when Sydney called for her. He put on his slippers and shuffled to his daughter’s room. His eyes widened when he saw the bed was empty.
“Laura!?” he yelled for her but she didn’t answer. He ran down the stairs and continued his calls but no one retuned it. He started to panic. Just then the door bell rang.
“Jack Bristow?” the handsome officer asked.
“Yes?”
“I have bad some news for you. Last night there was a shoot out. Two persons were killed: a middle aged woman and a six year old girl. There was no body when we arrived but a three eyewitnesses where there. There was blood and a drivers license that belonged to a Laura Bristow. The eyewitnesses ran inside so they don’t know where the bodies went but they are sure that the two persons were killed. I’m sorry,” he finished solemnly.
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“Sydney!” Irina Derevko snapped. “Are you finished daydreaming?” she asked in Russian.
“Yes, Mother. I’m sorry,” she replied back in Russian. Sydney sat up straighter and shot a dirty look at Sark who was smirking.
“And now that you know that we are after the Rambaldi orb, that is it. Sark, Sydney, you leave to Egypt in three hours,” Irina finished in English. “And Sydney, I want you to say here.”
Sark and Jackson (the op-tech guy from France) filed out of the room and left Sydney stuck in her chair.
“Sydney Anne, what’s wrong?” Irina asked soothingly as she walked behind Sydney to interrogate her.
“You haven’t called me that since I was seven.”
“What’s wrong?” she queried again.
“Mom, I’m fine.”
Irina took a last look at her and told her she could leave.
Sydney got up and walked to her room deep in thought. She opened the trunk that was tucked away in her walk in closet. Upon opening it, few precious memories came back: the long summer night at the beach where her dad got stuck in sand, her fifth birthday her mother gave her Davis, the night she saw her parents dancing in the living room…last of all of her memories came back as she picked up the stuffed dog: the night that she left L.A. to go to Russia. She closed her eyes as the private jet loomed into her sight, and asking her mother where they were going as she lied in bed. Then the huge Derevko mansion came into mind and where a doctor awaited her to teach her how to compartmentalize her feelings at a young age.
Just then she heard Sark coming inside. She returned the dog back to his place. Standing up she turned to face Sark.
“Get out of my room she demanded.”
“Sydney-” he started
“I told you the day you got here: don’t call me that.”
“Miss Bristow,” he started over again ignoring the anger in her voice “I just wanted to know what you were planning to where on this mission.”
She rolled her eyes at the fact of him trying to be nice. But she remained silent and rummaged through her hangers.
“Well since it is Egypt, and its hot, I was thinking a bathing suit while we are at the pool area.” He reached over to grab a small black, simple, bikini and handed it over to her.
“Sark, leave me alone.”
“I would like it if you weren’t that cold towards me Sydney,” he said in his cocky British accent. He walked out of the room.
She sighed and knew she would have to take it with her.
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Over in L.A., the CIA were planning to get the exact same Rambaldi artifact. Agent Michael Vaughn got up to prepare for the op.
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So ya'll like it? if not im gonna ditch this thing
Author: nancee
Disclaimer: Do we really need this? No I don’t own anything that’s written here. But in my fantasy world, Michael Vaughn would belong to me
Summary: Sydney works for the other side
A/N: Hey, I usually don’t write fics but this seemed like a good idea. So if you guys like it tell me.
Chap. 1
---
Six year old Sydney Anne Bristow woke up late at night to the sound of thunder and her mother shuffling around her room. Laura Bristow kneeled beside her daughter’s bed and whispered quietly, “Sydney Anne, wake up. We have to leave now.”
“Why?” she whispered back as she sat up in bed. Her was hair tousled and eyes sleepy and longed to lay back down.
Laura didn’t answer but walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans, a Disney sweater, and socks. She pulled it over Sydney’s head and instructed her to put on the jeans.
“Where are we going Mommy?” she questioned as she slipped on the jeans.
Still she didn’t answer. Laura went to the nightstand and stuffed the music box that lad on top of it into a bag.
“Is Daddy coming?” she asked with one sock on and the other still in hand.
Laura picked out a few precious pieces of jewelry and pocketed it.
“Sydney Anne, listen to me. We have to be really quiet now okay? So we don’t wake Daddy up.” She had tears in her eyes that rolled down her cheek as she explained the situation. “We’re going somewhere right now. So lets be quiet. Take Davis with you.”
Sydney obeyed as she scrambled across her bed to reach out for her mutt of a stuff animal. Laura scooped Sydney in her arms and crept downstairs. Sydney now to had tears in her eyes, although she didn’t know why. Laura closed the door behind her and ran to the limo that awaited them in front of the house.
---
Jack Bristow sighed as he awoke at eight A.M. to a light drizzle that vibrated through the house. He rolled over and was started to see that his wife was gone. He was puzzled for she was a heavy sleeper and only awoke when Sydney called for her. He put on his slippers and shuffled to his daughter’s room. His eyes widened when he saw the bed was empty.
“Laura!?” he yelled for her but she didn’t answer. He ran down the stairs and continued his calls but no one retuned it. He started to panic. Just then the door bell rang.
“Jack Bristow?” the handsome officer asked.
“Yes?”
“I have bad some news for you. Last night there was a shoot out. Two persons were killed: a middle aged woman and a six year old girl. There was no body when we arrived but a three eyewitnesses where there. There was blood and a drivers license that belonged to a Laura Bristow. The eyewitnesses ran inside so they don’t know where the bodies went but they are sure that the two persons were killed. I’m sorry,” he finished solemnly.
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“Sydney!” Irina Derevko snapped. “Are you finished daydreaming?” she asked in Russian.
“Yes, Mother. I’m sorry,” she replied back in Russian. Sydney sat up straighter and shot a dirty look at Sark who was smirking.
“And now that you know that we are after the Rambaldi orb, that is it. Sark, Sydney, you leave to Egypt in three hours,” Irina finished in English. “And Sydney, I want you to say here.”
Sark and Jackson (the op-tech guy from France) filed out of the room and left Sydney stuck in her chair.
“Sydney Anne, what’s wrong?” Irina asked soothingly as she walked behind Sydney to interrogate her.
“You haven’t called me that since I was seven.”
“What’s wrong?” she queried again.
“Mom, I’m fine.”
Irina took a last look at her and told her she could leave.
Sydney got up and walked to her room deep in thought. She opened the trunk that was tucked away in her walk in closet. Upon opening it, few precious memories came back: the long summer night at the beach where her dad got stuck in sand, her fifth birthday her mother gave her Davis, the night she saw her parents dancing in the living room…last of all of her memories came back as she picked up the stuffed dog: the night that she left L.A. to go to Russia. She closed her eyes as the private jet loomed into her sight, and asking her mother where they were going as she lied in bed. Then the huge Derevko mansion came into mind and where a doctor awaited her to teach her how to compartmentalize her feelings at a young age.
Just then she heard Sark coming inside. She returned the dog back to his place. Standing up she turned to face Sark.
“Get out of my room she demanded.”
“Sydney-” he started
“I told you the day you got here: don’t call me that.”
“Miss Bristow,” he started over again ignoring the anger in her voice “I just wanted to know what you were planning to where on this mission.”
She rolled her eyes at the fact of him trying to be nice. But she remained silent and rummaged through her hangers.
“Well since it is Egypt, and its hot, I was thinking a bathing suit while we are at the pool area.” He reached over to grab a small black, simple, bikini and handed it over to her.
“Sark, leave me alone.”
“I would like it if you weren’t that cold towards me Sydney,” he said in his cocky British accent. He walked out of the room.
She sighed and knew she would have to take it with her.
---
Over in L.A., the CIA were planning to get the exact same Rambaldi artifact. Agent Michael Vaughn got up to prepare for the op.
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So ya'll like it? if not im gonna ditch this thing
