My Journal

Chapter 2~Revelations

Room 412 was abuzz with doctors and nurses as the man awoke. He blinked his eyes trying to identify his surroundings.

"Wh--Where am I...?" He said slowly.

"A hospital in Los Angeles. Sir, can you tell us your name?" One doctor asked.

"No. I dont remember." He frowned. "Why can't I remember?"

"There was an explosion. You survived it but you must have developed amnesia." The doctor explained.

"Oh. Yes, I suppose I must have." He said, trying to remember.

"Just relax. Most of the time, memory returns in time. Just focus on your recovery."
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"Well?" Sydney Vaughn said impatiently. "Anything?"

"Actually, if I trace the location of the call to the nearest cell tower and then route it through the system I can get some basic coordinates. I have a new program, its awesome. You take the..." Marshall drifted off as he saw Syd's glare. "Right, okay. The call came from-Tehran. A charter jet, probably from the nearest airport. I'm printing out the number now." He handed the number to Sydney.

Sydney dialed the number. She spoke fluent Arabic and asked about a recent charter jet departure. She found out that the ATC had lost contact with the jet just above Tehran.

"Great." Sydney thanked them and hung up. Well, we have a place to start. Looks like we are going to Tehran. We will need all the help we can get. I'm going to go find Rachel."
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The mystery woman looked at the blonde woman. "Well, well, your little friends are headed our way. What do you say we welcome them?" She grinned evilly.

The blonde replied. "I think that's brilliant. Of course, the real genius was rerouting Irina Derevko's cell phone call."

The mystery woman smiled. "Thanks. Poor Ms. Derevko and Mr. Bristow. They don't stand a chance. It's a shame really. Such brilliance wasted. But we gave them the chance to join us. Rico is supposed to call me once they are...disposed of."

The blonde grinned. "Good. I await his call."
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Rachel was tapping her pen against her desk. She sat back lost in thought. She hated writing her thoughts down on paper. But, the staff psychiatrist she was being forced to see said it would give her clarity. Whatever that is. Sydney walked in.

"Rachel! I need your help!"

"Okay...?"

"We're going to Tehran."

"What's the mission?"

"Rescue my parents."

Rachel looks at her shocked.
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At Los Angeles International Airport, the jet is being fueled. Vaughn is talking to Air Traffic Control via the radio. Rachel and Sydney are on board. Sydney checks their equipment and makes sure all weapons are fully loaded.

"Dixon and Weiss will meet us there. Marshall will be tech support. All systems are operational. Lift off is in 10 minutes." Vaughn explained.

Sydney nodded. She looks over at Rachel, concerned. "You okay?"

Rachel nods silently. "Yes. It's just...how did they survive?"

"I dont know." Sydney responded. "Rachel...."

"Don't Syd. I'm ok"

Sydney sighed and decided not to push her. She'd talk when she was ready. She turned to Vaughn. "I'm all set. Weapions are loaded."

"Okay, I will give the pilot the all clear."
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Jack Bristow moaned as he grabbed his pounding head. He looked around. Where was Irina? He tried to speak but nothing came out. Irina saw him move and spoke.

"Jack?"

"Uhhhh..." Was all he could manage.

She sat up so she could see his face. "Oh, Jack!!"

He tried to smile and sit up. She saw a purple bruise covering his eye and jaw. She gently touched his face.

"Darling, we will get out of this. We will. Sydney knows we're alive. She will save us."

"Uhhhhhhh" Is all that escapes as he passes out again.
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Back at the hospital...
John Doe sat up in his bed eating Jello. He sat still trying to remember. Flashes was all he had. Quick, vague flashes was all. A woman, blonde, pretty. He couldnt see her face but she was so familiar. He remembered this feeling. Was it love? He didnt know. But he wanted it back.
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Aftermath
By:RachelNicholsFan4Life


Chapter1~Fallout

Rachel Gibson walked numbly into APO Headquarters, the events of the last few days swirling through her head. Granted, she hadn't known Thomas long but in the time she did she felt they'd formed a connection. Like, she had finally found someone who understood her. And just like that he was gone. She flashed back to their first kiss weeks earlier. Remembering her nervousness and excitement as she realized her returned her feelings, she smiled. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps snapped her out of her reminiscing. She looked up to see her friend and mentor Sydney Bristow Vaughn, smiling at her sympathetically.

"Hi, Rachel." Sydney said quietly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Syd." Rachel said, flashing her an unconvincing smile.

"I know you better than that." Sydney responded, sitting down.

Rachel sighed. "I keep thinking...keep asking myself what I could have said or done differently that might have changed things."

"Rachel...There is nothing you could have done." Sydney closed her eyes. "I know what you're going through. When my fiancee' Danny died I asked myself those same questions and it tore me apart. Don't beat yourself up over something out of your control."

"Ok, Syd. Thanks." Rachel said, smiling warmly.

"Sure. I need to check in at home. I'll be back." Sydney called out as she left.

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24 hours earlier....
The subway wreckage still amuck with debris caught in the blast. A rescue crew--now called a recovery crew was sent in to recover any remains. A man lay unconscious in the collapsed subway tunnels. As firemen approached they found him. After a quick check of his pulse and condition, he was taken to a local hospital.

Present time....
Nurse Sara Carson walked into Room 412. She looked at the man in the bed. He was handsome and it made her wonder who he was. The entire hospital was abuzz talking about "John Doe." The man who had survived the subway explosion. The man who it seemed no one could identify. Doctors didn't know when, or if, the man would regain consciousness and if he would would ever recover.
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Meanwhile...In Iran...
A mysterious woman stood in a room speaking Arabic to a man at a desk. He nodded and handed her a suitcase. She opened it and smiled. She told the man he had a deal and walked out. The woman walked three blocks to a small mosque where she met up with another woman. They nodded at each other.

"What's the mission?" The blonde asked.

"A house call. To some friends of yours. When we get back to the States, and get the information we need, we will have the power to take down the entire United States Government and then we can do some...restructuring." The woman with the suitcase said.

The blonde grinned. "Perfect. And as an added bonus I am going to personally kill Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn." She looked up at her new partner with a grin. "This is going to be fun!"
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Sydney Bristow-Vaughn walked into her office and called home. She spoke to the babysitter for a few moments and then hung up. She sat down at her desk and began some research.

"Hello there." Vaughn said.

"Vaughn!!" Sydney replied.

"Expecting someone else?" he said, smirking.

"Well, since George Clooney is late, you'll have to do." She responded, smiling.

"Thanks for the ringing endorsement, babe." He sat down next to her. "Syd...are you okay? I mean, really okay?"

"Vaughn," she said sighing, "I'm...coping. It's just..." She was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. She answered it. "Sydney Vaughn."

"Sydney." A familiar female voice said.

"Mom?" She said, looking at Vaughn shocked.

"Yes, darling." Irina said.

"I...I don't understand...how...?" Sydney asked.

"All will be explained in time. Your father and I...we need your help. The country needs your help..." Irina said.

"Where are you?" Syd asked.

"Iran. But we're on a charter jet back to the states. We will meet you at the CIA safehouse in Los Angeles. We love you, Sydney." Irina said warmly.

"I love you too." Sydney said, crying.

"Good, we should be there in abo---" She was cut off as the line went dead.

"Mom?!?!? MOM!?!?" Sydney hangs up and looks at Vaughn. "My parents are alive and they're in trouble."

Vaughn looks at her incredulously. "Do we have a location?"

"They were on a charter jet leaving Iran." Syd replied.

"So, we start there." Vaughn said, heading for her computer.
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Coming Soon I will be writing a fan fiction that will take place AFTER the Alias Finale. You can expect appearances from your favorites in some form or another.
The story will include: Jack, Irina, Michael, Sydney, Rachel, Thomas, Marshall, Sloane, Nadia, etc. Although, it will include them all it WILL be Grachel-centric (Thomas and Rachel). SPOILERS: (Read at your own risk!)