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Jekyll Island by Rach (PG-13)
Hi, I'm Brigid and I'll be your Alias driver for the month. I have been watching Alias since the beginning and I've been reading fic since the beginning. I'm not a shipper but I do read ship fic if that makes any sense so be prepared for a mixed bag as far as that goes. I like all kinds of fic, from the angsty to the hilariously funny. Hopefully I'll get to show you all the sides of Alias fandom.
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sydney/Will and past Sydney/Vaughn
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aliasrlm
Author Website:Here
Why this must be read: Rach describes it as: Sydney and Will -- a 'what if' piece filled with angst, romance and a bit of mystery. It's a mini-love story, Georgia style. Written after Page 47 this takes us back to the first season of Alias. It's lovely really and it's happy even while being angsty. It reads beautifully, I'm a sucker for good prose. And the language fits the story so well.
Rach may be best known for her Sark but this she writes all the rest of the characters so wonderfully too. I've always been partial to her Will and this fic contains a great Will. Her Sydney is also wonderful and I love Sydney here, carrying her past but not being ruled by it.
She doesn't gasp for air as she wakes; these images are not new, nor as disturbing as they once were. She is calm, although her heart is beating faster than it should be. Her mind is blank for a few seconds as she slows her breathing and stretches, her bare body rubbing against the cotton sheet.
The first thought is that she's safe. The second, after inhaling a familiar scent, is that he must've burned the coffee again.
She rolls onto her side, her eyes struggling to open. Her hand, imprinted with the wrinkles of four-star hotel sheets, instinctively moves to block the brightness. After a few brief moments, she lets her arm flop back down to the soft mattress with a cushioned thud. Through squinted eyes and mussed tendrils of hair, all she sees is his familiar form silhouetted in the mid-morning sunlight, arms folded, in front of the window. The window with the gauzy white tab-top curtains. The curtains that still remind her of dressing a wound.
Jekyll Island
Fandom: ALIAS
Pairing: Sydney/Will and past Sydney/Vaughn
Author on LJ:
aliasrlmAuthor Website:Here
Why this must be read: Rach describes it as: Sydney and Will -- a 'what if' piece filled with angst, romance and a bit of mystery. It's a mini-love story, Georgia style. Written after Page 47 this takes us back to the first season of Alias. It's lovely really and it's happy even while being angsty. It reads beautifully, I'm a sucker for good prose. And the language fits the story so well.
Rach may be best known for her Sark but this she writes all the rest of the characters so wonderfully too. I've always been partial to her Will and this fic contains a great Will. Her Sydney is also wonderful and I love Sydney here, carrying her past but not being ruled by it.
She doesn't gasp for air as she wakes; these images are not new, nor as disturbing as they once were. She is calm, although her heart is beating faster than it should be. Her mind is blank for a few seconds as she slows her breathing and stretches, her bare body rubbing against the cotton sheet.
The first thought is that she's safe. The second, after inhaling a familiar scent, is that he must've burned the coffee again.
She rolls onto her side, her eyes struggling to open. Her hand, imprinted with the wrinkles of four-star hotel sheets, instinctively moves to block the brightness. After a few brief moments, she lets her arm flop back down to the soft mattress with a cushioned thud. Through squinted eyes and mussed tendrils of hair, all she sees is his familiar form silhouetted in the mid-morning sunlight, arms folded, in front of the window. The window with the gauzy white tab-top curtains. The curtains that still remind her of dressing a wound.
Jekyll Island