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Syniopsis: In 1984, the Bristows were faced with a tragedy. 20 years later, they find out nothing is as it seems.
Author's note: This story takes place in an Alternative Universe. This fic is very altered, so everything you know about Alias-forget it for this fic. This story takes place in the Point Of Views(POV) of each Bristow member. I hope it's not to confusing, and I hope you enjoy. I had a dream about this so I thought I would write it.
I don't own anything.
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CHAPTER ONE
[SYDNEY’S POV]
“CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME A HAND WITH THIS?” I HEAR MY MOTHER call from down the stairs. I figure my two other siblings aren’t going to help, so I put down the book I’m reading and head to my mother’s aid.
I see her standing by the basement door, with a large box in her hand. She smiles as she sees me.
“Would you be a dear and put this on the shelf downstairs? I would do it myself, but I have to start supper.”
I nod my head in compliance and head down stairs. Half of the basement has been turned into a sparring room, while the other half is used as storage. I find a place to put the box, but curiosity takes over me and I open it.
I immediately recognize the contents.
I pick up the first stapled sheets of paper that has my name and “My family” written on it. I remember writing this for a school assignment when I was ten years old. Twenty years ago. God, how time flies. I was surprised I got an A+ on this assignment. I turn the cover page over to be greeted with the first line.
‘My name is Sydney Anne Bristow, and I belong to a very unique, but loving family.’
I guess back then I didn’t realize just how unique we actually were. My father’s name is Jonathan “Jack” Donahue Bristow. He’s a spy, a long with the rest of our family. My mother’s name is Irina Derevko, but for ten years of my life, I had known her as Laura Bristow. You see, she worked for the KGB, a Russian organization, similar to the CIA, but deadlier. She was tasked to seduce my father in order to gain intel, but she fell in love with him, and got married. Soon after their marriage she quit the KGB, and then had me and three other children. I have two twin brothers who are eight years younger then me. Their names are Daniel Jonathan Bristow and Samuel Donahue Bristow.
It wasn’t until Nadia went missing, did our mother tell us that her real name wasn’t Laura, and that she worked for the KGB, and that her real name was in fact Irina Derevko.
Nadia Aidan-Sydney Bristow(I named her) was my younger sister( we were six years apart).She was also two years older then the twins. She went missing when I was ten and when the twins were two. She was four. I don’t really remember much about Nadia, except for a few bits and pieces. I remember that she didn’t talk much, and she kept to herself a lot. The twins used to call her weird and freak-because she didn’t talk much-and they used to throw blocks at her. I was surprised how quickly the twins learnt to bully. Dad said that there is always one person in every pack that gets ostracized, and Nadia was that person. I used to defend her a lot.
For the most part she was calm though. She took the abuse and never said a word. Hell, she barely cried as a baby-according to mom. She didn’t get along with others in school, but that was no surprise. The only one she seemed to like was me. I could see why though. Her first word was my name.
I remember the day when Nadia went missing like it was yesterday. The twins had an early doctor’s appointment so mom, dad and the twins dropped us off at school. Nadia went to an early ECE program so she was the first one to leave the car. She never waited for mom or dad-depending who dropped her off-to escort her onto the playground. Before she left the twins had called her a name and laughed. She just ran and went on the swings by herself. When we pulled out of the day care, the teacher had begun to call all the children in. We assumed Nadia was with them.
I don’t really know what happened after that. Dad eventually told me and the twins that they had gotten a phone call from her teacher inquiring if Nadia was sick today. Dad had told her teacher that he had dropped Nadia off at school in the morning, and thus a year search for my four year old sister began. Twenty years later and there is still no word on her. Not even a body was found. Daniel says that she was probably murdered the day she was kidnapped and whoever did it to her, burnt her body or something to get rid of it. Sam agreed. But until they say they have found proof that my little sister is dead, I won’t stop hoping.
Because that’s all I have left.
***
[IRINA’S POV]
I look at the time and I start to wonder what is taking Sydney so long to put a box away. I know she is a grown women who can take care of herself, but it’s a mother’s job to worry.
“Sydney, are you alright?” I call out, hoping that she could hear me.
“Yeah. I’m coming up right now,” She responds. Foot steps coming from the basement confirm her answer. “Do you need any help with supper?” She asks, now in the kitchen.
“If you can set the table that would be great.”
Sydney nods her head again, and begins to take out five plates. I get a sinking feeling in the bottom of my heart.
“Have you and Michael found an apartment yet?” I ask. Michael Vaughn was Sydney’s boyfriend, and by the looks of it, things were pretty serious between the two of them.
Sydney shook her head. “No. We can’t decide. I like one but he doesn’t. He likes one, but I don’t. It’s so complicated.”
“Your father and I had the same problem. In the end we just found the most decent for our lifestyle.”
Sydney just laughed. “We can’t even find that. Besides, we decided to take a break on house shopping and Weiss openly declared that he wasn’t ready to give Vaughn up as a room mate unless we found another one for him. Preferably female.”
I let out a chuckle and shake my head, as I call the boys for dinner.
***
[SAM]
“Smells good mom,” I say as I sit down at my usual spot at the table.
“When does it ever smell bad?” Daniel asks, sitting adjacent from me.
“When dad cooks,” Sydney replies, making everyone laugh. Dad has a hurt look on his face.
“Don’t tease your father,” Mom says. She pats him on the shoulder. I can’t tell if it’s a sympathy pat or a ‘Sydney’s right’ pat.
“I’m not all that bad at cooking,” He says, defending himself. “I make a mean PB and J sandwich.”
“For who? The last time you made a PB and J sandwich we needed two liters of milk just to wash it down,” Sydney states, matter of fact.
“Yeah, and Kraft Dinner is like the easiest meal to make and you still managed to screw that up,” Daniel adds.
“And lets not forget the time you tried to make us Kool-Aid. It was like drinking purple colored water,” I say, each of us has a smug look on our face.
“Alright, fine, I admit I’m not the worlds greatest cook, but in all fairness I thought Kool-Aid already had sugar in it.”
“What did I say about teasing your father?” Mom asks. Deep down though, she knows we are right.
We continue dinner with out much incident, just basic small talk and stuff.
Out of no where, dad asks, “Have you three ever thought about changing careers?”
The question was sort of out of the blue, but I understood why he asked it. Being a spy was dangerous. You never knew what could happen. But good thing we were all very good at it.
“I’ve thought about it, but I love spying way too much. And there is no way I’m giving it up anytime soon,” I reply, eating another spoon full of mom’s homemade pasta sauce.
“Well, you can still work in the CIA, just not on the field,” Dad says.
“But isn’t that the whole purpose of wanting to work in the CIA? To go to different parts of the world to steal intel from other countries and dangerous organizations?” Sydney asks.
“I think what your father is trying to say is that he doesn’t want you to end up hurt or dead,” Mom answers.
***
[DANIEL’S POV]
“Like Nadia?” I ask. I kind of regret bringing up her name, but it was true. Dad and mom are both afraid that they will get another phone call saying that one of us is missing or dead. I understand their concern. I get nervous if Sam or Sydney, even mom or dad are out in the field. It’s a stressful job, but that’s why we go on as much missions as possible together. So we know each other is safe all the time.
“We are good spies, you don’t have to worry,” I continue.
“We are your parents, it’s our job to worry.” Dad puts his head in his hands. “We know you are excellent agents, and if you are happy, then we are too.”
That was a lie. If dad or mom were happy with our career choice they wouldn’t be asking us to change it to another one.
***
[JACK’S POV]
I finish brushing my teeth and get ready to slip into bed. It was a long day today, and I am grateful that there hasn’t been any major assignment or mission to go on.
I look over at Irina who is reading a book and I wonder what she is thinking.
“Do you ever dream of her?” I ask, suddenly.
She puts down her book. “Sometimes. Do you?”
“Sometimes,” I reply. I watch her put her book on her nightstand.
“Goodnight,” I say.
“Goodnight,” She replies.
Syniopsis: In 1984, the Bristows were faced with a tragedy. 20 years later, they find out nothing is as it seems.
Author's note: This story takes place in an Alternative Universe. This fic is very altered, so everything you know about Alias-forget it for this fic. This story takes place in the Point Of Views(POV) of each Bristow member. I hope it's not to confusing, and I hope you enjoy. I had a dream about this so I thought I would write it.
I don't own anything.
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CHAPTER ONE
[SYDNEY’S POV]
“CAN SOMEONE GIVE ME A HAND WITH THIS?” I HEAR MY MOTHER call from down the stairs. I figure my two other siblings aren’t going to help, so I put down the book I’m reading and head to my mother’s aid.
I see her standing by the basement door, with a large box in her hand. She smiles as she sees me.
“Would you be a dear and put this on the shelf downstairs? I would do it myself, but I have to start supper.”
I nod my head in compliance and head down stairs. Half of the basement has been turned into a sparring room, while the other half is used as storage. I find a place to put the box, but curiosity takes over me and I open it.
I immediately recognize the contents.
I pick up the first stapled sheets of paper that has my name and “My family” written on it. I remember writing this for a school assignment when I was ten years old. Twenty years ago. God, how time flies. I was surprised I got an A+ on this assignment. I turn the cover page over to be greeted with the first line.
‘My name is Sydney Anne Bristow, and I belong to a very unique, but loving family.’
I guess back then I didn’t realize just how unique we actually were. My father’s name is Jonathan “Jack” Donahue Bristow. He’s a spy, a long with the rest of our family. My mother’s name is Irina Derevko, but for ten years of my life, I had known her as Laura Bristow. You see, she worked for the KGB, a Russian organization, similar to the CIA, but deadlier. She was tasked to seduce my father in order to gain intel, but she fell in love with him, and got married. Soon after their marriage she quit the KGB, and then had me and three other children. I have two twin brothers who are eight years younger then me. Their names are Daniel Jonathan Bristow and Samuel Donahue Bristow.
It wasn’t until Nadia went missing, did our mother tell us that her real name wasn’t Laura, and that she worked for the KGB, and that her real name was in fact Irina Derevko.
Nadia Aidan-Sydney Bristow(I named her) was my younger sister( we were six years apart).She was also two years older then the twins. She went missing when I was ten and when the twins were two. She was four. I don’t really remember much about Nadia, except for a few bits and pieces. I remember that she didn’t talk much, and she kept to herself a lot. The twins used to call her weird and freak-because she didn’t talk much-and they used to throw blocks at her. I was surprised how quickly the twins learnt to bully. Dad said that there is always one person in every pack that gets ostracized, and Nadia was that person. I used to defend her a lot.
For the most part she was calm though. She took the abuse and never said a word. Hell, she barely cried as a baby-according to mom. She didn’t get along with others in school, but that was no surprise. The only one she seemed to like was me. I could see why though. Her first word was my name.
I remember the day when Nadia went missing like it was yesterday. The twins had an early doctor’s appointment so mom, dad and the twins dropped us off at school. Nadia went to an early ECE program so she was the first one to leave the car. She never waited for mom or dad-depending who dropped her off-to escort her onto the playground. Before she left the twins had called her a name and laughed. She just ran and went on the swings by herself. When we pulled out of the day care, the teacher had begun to call all the children in. We assumed Nadia was with them.
I don’t really know what happened after that. Dad eventually told me and the twins that they had gotten a phone call from her teacher inquiring if Nadia was sick today. Dad had told her teacher that he had dropped Nadia off at school in the morning, and thus a year search for my four year old sister began. Twenty years later and there is still no word on her. Not even a body was found. Daniel says that she was probably murdered the day she was kidnapped and whoever did it to her, burnt her body or something to get rid of it. Sam agreed. But until they say they have found proof that my little sister is dead, I won’t stop hoping.
Because that’s all I have left.
***
[IRINA’S POV]
I look at the time and I start to wonder what is taking Sydney so long to put a box away. I know she is a grown women who can take care of herself, but it’s a mother’s job to worry.
“Sydney, are you alright?” I call out, hoping that she could hear me.
“Yeah. I’m coming up right now,” She responds. Foot steps coming from the basement confirm her answer. “Do you need any help with supper?” She asks, now in the kitchen.
“If you can set the table that would be great.”
Sydney nods her head again, and begins to take out five plates. I get a sinking feeling in the bottom of my heart.
“Have you and Michael found an apartment yet?” I ask. Michael Vaughn was Sydney’s boyfriend, and by the looks of it, things were pretty serious between the two of them.
Sydney shook her head. “No. We can’t decide. I like one but he doesn’t. He likes one, but I don’t. It’s so complicated.”
“Your father and I had the same problem. In the end we just found the most decent for our lifestyle.”
Sydney just laughed. “We can’t even find that. Besides, we decided to take a break on house shopping and Weiss openly declared that he wasn’t ready to give Vaughn up as a room mate unless we found another one for him. Preferably female.”
I let out a chuckle and shake my head, as I call the boys for dinner.
***
[SAM]
“Smells good mom,” I say as I sit down at my usual spot at the table.
“When does it ever smell bad?” Daniel asks, sitting adjacent from me.
“When dad cooks,” Sydney replies, making everyone laugh. Dad has a hurt look on his face.
“Don’t tease your father,” Mom says. She pats him on the shoulder. I can’t tell if it’s a sympathy pat or a ‘Sydney’s right’ pat.
“I’m not all that bad at cooking,” He says, defending himself. “I make a mean PB and J sandwich.”
“For who? The last time you made a PB and J sandwich we needed two liters of milk just to wash it down,” Sydney states, matter of fact.
“Yeah, and Kraft Dinner is like the easiest meal to make and you still managed to screw that up,” Daniel adds.
“And lets not forget the time you tried to make us Kool-Aid. It was like drinking purple colored water,” I say, each of us has a smug look on our face.
“Alright, fine, I admit I’m not the worlds greatest cook, but in all fairness I thought Kool-Aid already had sugar in it.”
“What did I say about teasing your father?” Mom asks. Deep down though, she knows we are right.
We continue dinner with out much incident, just basic small talk and stuff.
Out of no where, dad asks, “Have you three ever thought about changing careers?”
The question was sort of out of the blue, but I understood why he asked it. Being a spy was dangerous. You never knew what could happen. But good thing we were all very good at it.
“I’ve thought about it, but I love spying way too much. And there is no way I’m giving it up anytime soon,” I reply, eating another spoon full of mom’s homemade pasta sauce.
“Well, you can still work in the CIA, just not on the field,” Dad says.
“But isn’t that the whole purpose of wanting to work in the CIA? To go to different parts of the world to steal intel from other countries and dangerous organizations?” Sydney asks.
“I think what your father is trying to say is that he doesn’t want you to end up hurt or dead,” Mom answers.
***
[DANIEL’S POV]
“Like Nadia?” I ask. I kind of regret bringing up her name, but it was true. Dad and mom are both afraid that they will get another phone call saying that one of us is missing or dead. I understand their concern. I get nervous if Sam or Sydney, even mom or dad are out in the field. It’s a stressful job, but that’s why we go on as much missions as possible together. So we know each other is safe all the time.
“We are good spies, you don’t have to worry,” I continue.
“We are your parents, it’s our job to worry.” Dad puts his head in his hands. “We know you are excellent agents, and if you are happy, then we are too.”
That was a lie. If dad or mom were happy with our career choice they wouldn’t be asking us to change it to another one.
***
[JACK’S POV]
I finish brushing my teeth and get ready to slip into bed. It was a long day today, and I am grateful that there hasn’t been any major assignment or mission to go on.
I look over at Irina who is reading a book and I wonder what she is thinking.
“Do you ever dream of her?” I ask, suddenly.
She puts down her book. “Sometimes. Do you?”
“Sometimes,” I reply. I watch her put her book on her nightstand.
“Goodnight,” I say.
“Goodnight,” She replies.
