by: Sam Lincoln
Summary: What if Sydney Bristow's disappearance was due to a more sinister and supernatural force? (Alias Season 3 AU)
Spoilers: Season 2/3 Alias, Post-BtVS
Disclaimer: All characters from Buffy and Angel are property of Mutant Enemy. All characters from Alias are property of Bad Robot and Touchstone Television. All characters are used without permission and no infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Just a bit of fun that's been percolating in my brain for a year or so. I'm sorry to have to say this, but for a firm grasp of the backstory here I suggeset you read my earlier stories The Ghosts That Haunt Me and God Shuffled His Feet. They setup the how and why of this tale to a large degree. Though I hope the work will stand on its own. Finally, while the prologue does encapsulate the end of "The Telling" it is not by the script, in part because I find that boring and in part because I only saw that particular episode when it first aired and my memory ain't that good.
Finally Woken: Prologue
Sydney Bristow awoke with a start and looked around. She found herself in a dank alley. Syndey frowned, the last thing she remembered was falling unconcious in her house after she had shot Francie's double.
"So how did I wind up in..." Sydney looked around to get her bearings. "Hong Kong." She staggered down the street until she found a payphone. A quick call to the CIA provided her with directions to a safehouse and instructions to wait for someone to pick her up. Sydney briefly wondered why the operator seemed so surprised to hear her codename, but she was still too disoriented to think about anything deeply.
Sydney found the safehouse without much difficulty. She let herself in and took the opportunity to take stock of her situation. She was wearing different clothes, but that was almost expected. What she did not expect to find was an angry scar running across her abdomen. Beyond that Sydney felt off, like she had drunk too much coffee. She saw things in an almost hyper-realism and every nerve in her body tingled.
Before she could reflect any further on the oddity of the situation the door opened and Michael Vaughn entered the room. "Vaughn!" Sydnay called out. She rushed over to Vaughn and enveloped him in a trmendous bearhug. "Oh Michael I was so afraid I'd never see you again," she said in a rush. "How's Will?" She added when she remebered seeing Will lying in a pool of his own blood.
"Will's fine," Vaughn said. He carefully pushed Sydney away from him. "Sydney, what happened?"
"I came home and I realized that Francie wasn't really Francie. We fought, I killed her, I think. There was a fire. That's all I remember until waking up in that alley."
"This is bad," Vaughn said. "Sydney we have to get you out of here..."
"Vaughn, what's going on?" Sydney asked Vaughn, concern creeping into her voice.
"Sydney, that night...the attack, the fire, that was two years ago."
"That's not possible," Sydney gasped in disbelief.
"There's more, you died. I saw your body myself."
"No, this isn't true. Who the hell are you" Sydney demanded. "Did Sloane put you up to this?"
"Listen to me Sydney, I'm telling you the truth. You died two years ago, and now you're in tremendous danger. You couldn't have know better but calling the CIA was the worst possible move."
"Why? Aren't you CIA?"
Vaughn shook his head, "I work for someone else now. We got lucky that we had an operative inside the CIA communications center that alerted us. Now come on we've already spent too much time talking." There was a pounding on the door. "Too late, Sydney run!" Vaughn shouted as a squad of black-clad commandos poured into the room. "I'll hold them off, get out of here!" Vaughn threw himself at the commandos and dropped the point man with a right hook.
"Forget it, I wouldn't even begin to know where to go for help," Sydney replied as she joined the melee. She kicked a commando in the midsection and watched in amazement as he flew across the room.
"That was new," she said to herself as she dodged an oncoming rush from another commando. Sydney found that her reaction time was quicker than she ever remebered, even in her disoriented state. She grabbed the arm of a commando and flipped him around. The soldier slammed into the ground and lay still.
Before Sydney had a chance to take down any more opponenets she felt something prick her in the neck. She reached up and pulled out a small dart. The room started to swirl as the tranquelizer took hold. She looked over at Vaughn and saw that he was already unconcious and being tied up. "I wonder why Vaughn's wering a wedding band," was the last concious thought Sydney had before the world faded to black.
-to be continued-end notes: We're looking at about eight real chapters with an update schedule of hopefully two weeks per, but work and life might intrude there. Hope everyone enjoys.