Disclaimer- I own nothing, if I did Lauren would be dead, or would have never existed.

AN- (For Alias) There is a spoiler warning. I'm a spoiler whore, so I know a HUGE plot point that will come up in the next 3 episodes (Past Façade, and a few things with Facade) its not in this chapter, but I might use some stuff from coming episodes in the next chapter. (For 13 going on 30) What most of us already know, Jenna wakes up in her 30-year-old body with her 30 year old life.

Another Author's note- I didn't check to see if someone had another story up like this, If there is, I don't mean to copy, this is all from my twisted mind. Also Is Sydney 30, she must be about that age by now?? Also I don't know Sydney's actual birthday, so I gave her Jennifer Garners. If some one know, Please tell me!!

Summary- I just saw another commercial for '13 going on 30', and thought, What if 13-year-old Sydney woke up to the life she had now. What would happen? End of Season 3 spoilers.

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Chapter 1, Happy Birthday!

April 14th, 1986

"Sydney, come down to breakfast." Sydney Bristow's nanny since the age of 6 called up to her.

"I'm coming." Sydney called back. Today was her thirteenth birthday; her school friends were throwing her a "surprise" birthday party later that day. She really didn't want a party, what she really wanted for her birthday she knew she'd never get, but she didn't want to dwell on that fact. She knew she was supposed to feel older but it wasn't like she felt twelve yesterday and thirteenth today. No, she had always felt older. Ever since her Mother died when she was six. She wasn't very close to her father, which somehow also made her feel older. Her father sold airplane parts and that took up most of his time. This week he was in Seattle, she bet he hadn't even remembered it was her birthday today. Not that he ever did, last year it was London meeting with the head of his company, the year before meeting with clients in New York. In the back of her mind they all sounded like excuses to stay away from her, her father was never really comfortable around her. He would try to make up for it by sending her expensive gifts, she wondered what it would be this year.

"Sydney, your eggs are getting cold." Her nanny called up again. Sydney held nothing against her Nanny, her name was Nicole Dupont, and she was in her mid 50's. She was the closest thing she had to a mother, but Sydney always felt like she was holding back from her. Like she would get strange calls and then look at Sydney with a strange look, it always crept her out. Sydney took one last look at her self in the mirror; She had brown hair that went to her shoulders and brown eyes. When people told her she looked liked her mother had, she always took great pride in that. Since her mother Laura, was beautiful. She put the picture of her and her mother in her pocket then went down stairs.

"Happy Birthday." Nicole said. "Have some bacon and eggs."

Sydney sat down and surveyed the room around her. She lived in a big house in the good part of Southern California, where she went to the best private school. The kitchen was the one room in the house that Sydney liked, Nicole was always down there cooking and the TV was always on in there. Sydney liked noise, because she rarely heard a lot of it. Her house had 6 bedrooms, her father's den (which she was never allowed in), a living room, a family room, a dining room, a kitchen, and 5 bathrooms. The house was just too big for her. When she was older she planed on living in a small apartment, with a lot of roommates.

April 14th, 1986. Later that day

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to Sydney, Happy Birthday to you." 12 girls singed to Sydney. There was a big cake in front of her with 13 candles lit on top.

"Make a wish." They all said at once. Sydney thought about it. What should she wish for? She knew logically that it wouldn't come true, but she didn't want to take a chance and wish for socks and then have it come true. She wished her mother was alive, She wished she knew her father better, she wished she was 13, She wished she was grown up.

She blew the candles out. The room went black.

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Short I know, but I wanted Mini Syd to get to the future. Now tell me, did it suck??

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