SkyGirl5
Cadet
What if Sydney and Michael didn’t work for the CIA? What if Michael was the prince of a foreign land? What if Sydney was a servant in his palace? What if they were destined to fall in love only to be torn apart by war? What if all of this came true?
Well it did. And this is their story.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I dont own Alias or any of the characters in it, but i wish i did.
The story: Ok guys this is my second fic Alias fic and if you've read my "Skyler Stories" fic (non alias fiction) you might notice some similarities between this one and that one. Well thats because there are HA! no seriously. So if anything confuses you please let me know because the whole story is in my head and I try to convey everything as unconfusing as possible but... sometimes it doesnt always work. Well I hope u like it!
Oh and credits for my pic ^^ above: Texture: Jamie Pics: Alias-Media & Jen-Garner.net Font: i dont remember but is probably elegant or scriptina
AND the story...
Reunited
Chapter 1
As she stepped through the debris filled room all the memories, all the emotions, came rushing back to her like a wave crashing upon the sand. This was her home, or as much of a home as any place she had ever lived. This was where she lived the most substantial part of her life. This was where she fell in love. Not just any love either, a powerful, deep and true love; the kind that changes you forever.
The palace, that was once so happy and warm, was now dusty, dirty and full of rubble from the war. The once gilded and elegant ballroom was filthy and gray. The perfectly polished wood floor was now barely visible through the soot, grime, wood and shrapnel spread about. The beautiful paintings that adorned the wall once full of vibrant colors were now torn, filthy, or otherwise damaged. Some of the pictures were missing; the only evidence they ever existed was a faint outline where they used to hang. The atmosphere had a musty smell but also an air of sadness of things forgotten long ago.
She remembered the first time she saw this room. The ballroom’s striking beauty had taken her breath away. She had a vision of herself floating across the dance floor in the arms of her love. That time seemed ages ago, maybe it was just a dream, or just a faded memory.
She made her way toward the back of the great room. The French doors that once ushered the way out to the floral gardens and patio were broken off their hinges. As she neared the empty door frame she saw part of one of the doors lying on the ground surrounded by shattered shards of glass. As she walked onto the patio she was enveloped by a warm breeze. It was late afternoon but a dark cloudy haze covered the sky. The air was thick and heavy as if a storm were about to strike.
She looked out at the gloomy gardens. They had once been so perfectly pristine, after all she had made them that way. It was her who had restored them and made them thrive again so many years ago. Now all the hedges had overgrown the paths, in desperate need of pruning. The fountain’s basins lay dry and cracked in some places large chunks were missing. Even though it was late spring no flowers bloomed anywhere in the gardens. Only weeds spouted here and there.
When she looked further out in the distance she could make out the deck of the pool she used to swim in. She relished the days she sat pool-side soaking in the sun. Though she could not see it, she felt sure the pool was destroyed as well. She turned around and looked up at the palace. It’s once elegant exterior was cracked and broken all around. The majestic statues had all been destroyed.
“Sydney? Where are you?” A voice called out from inside the palace.
“Out here Will,” she answered.
“Oh here you are Syd. Now are you going to explain why we came to this dismal palace? These bombed out places give me the creeps. Although this place isn’t as bombed out as I expected it to be.” Will stated. Syd laughed as she tucked a strand of her long auburn hair behind her ear. She was in her late twenties but she felt much older. Not that she had physical signs of aging but she felt that, especially in the past few years, she had experienced much more than other people her age.
“You should have seen this place in its prime.” She told Will as the entered the ballroom again. “It was gorgeous.”
“Yeah well some of us weren’t lucky enough to see it, but I’m sure it was great,” Will said with an uncaring tone. “Seriously explain to me why this was worth braving our way through all those vagrants camped outside on the lawn?”
Syd shook her head. Will did not understand. She did not know why he agreed to come with her. Probably because he thought I needed protection from the ‘vagrants’, she thought. “Come on I’ll give you a tour.” She smiled, took his hand and led him back into the main entrance hall.
Will reluctantly followed. He could not understand why she was so enthralled with this place or why it was so important to her. She had been talking about coming there for weeks, ever since they had moved back to Georgetown, the capital city. The weirdest part is she made such a big deal about coming on May 1st, he thought.
“Down that way, that’s where the kitchen and servants quarters were.” She said as she pointed to the left. “And over there was the prince’s office and meeting rooms.” She said as her voice trailed off. She approached the door slowly as if daring herself to go inside. So many memories lay behind that door; memories that lay, never forgotten, deep inside her heart. She stopped short and turned.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she said quickly.
“Seriously, I don’t get it.” Will began yet again as he followed her. “Why is this place such a big deal?”
She stopped on the steps and spun around to face him. “Because it was my home Will,” she said in an irritated tone.
“Home? What home, you were a servant here for crying out loud!”
She did not answer him. Instead she made her way up the worn staircase. They reached the landing on the second floor. Will made to go through the doors on the left but Syd stopped him.
“No there’s nothing there or at least nothing worth seeing. One of the bombs hit that wing.” Sydney said sadly. Will ignored her information and opened one of the double doors which promptly fell off its hinges and crashed to the floor. Will gasped at what he saw in front of him. The whole wing was blacked and charred. Gaping holes were where walls should be, windows blown out, and tattered pieces of cloth fluttered in the wind.
“See I told you.” Sydney continued. “Let’s go up here.” She said as she continued up the next flight of steps which was much narrower and steeper than the last.
“Where does this go?” Will asked as he slid under some cobwebs that adorned the stairway.
“Third floor, prince’s private quarters.” Syd answered robotically. Her mind was elsewhere, drifting back to the last time she had been here over four years ago. Syd’s hand grazed against the wall, her heart guiding her through the dark stairway. How many times she had traveled this path on her way to see him.
At the top of the stairs they emerged into a tight corridor even dustier than the rest of the palace. Syd took a sharp right and Will followed. “Be careful” Syd said gesturing down the hall toward the part of the floor that was missing.
“Right... um is this structure even safe?” Will asked cautiously. Syd rolled her eyes and continued on her way. But the truth was, she never even thought about whether it was safe to walk around. The explosions could have weakened the structure of the building, and probably did. Oh well, she thought recklessly, nothing has happened so far.
Syd stopped in front of a single door, her hand floating just above the handle. She paused, took a deep breath, then grasped the handle firmly and pushed open the door. She let out a small sigh at the sight of this room; it was just as she remembered. The bed sheets were still untidily pushed about, looking just as though someone had slept in them. Some pieces of the coffee cup she had broken that morning still lay on the floor. She moved to the bed and steadied herself against one of the posts.
“This is where I was...” She whispered.
“What?” Will asked cautiously noticing a change in the tone of her voice. It had become more somber. She looked different as well; almost distant.
“The morning the foreign troops broke through the city limits, charged the palace grounds and took control of the country, this is where I was.” She started to relive her motions. They were as vivid in her mind as if it all happened yesterday.
“I woke and went to my dresser and then to the bathroom to change my clothes,” she said as she walked around the bed. “I heard gunfire, but louder than it usually was. I heard a large explosion that was so near the building shook beneath my feet. I walked out to the table to get some coffee.” She retraced her steps and walked over to an imaginary table placed not for from a large window. “And that’s when it happened. The explosion was so close, so powerful, so loud, and so violent that I dropped my cup and it shattered. I looked out the window and saw them swarming across the grounds. I saw and heard the planes zooming across the sky. I dove on the ground just as a shell crashed into the front of the building. Everything rocked so violently I opened my eyes and expected the floor to be falling out beneath my feet and then I ...” Her voice trailed off as she came out of her memory haze. She looked at Will who was staring at her with a look of disbelief on his face. She walked past him and back out into the hall.
Please R& R
~Janet