Red v. Blue ~ Round 2
Sydney's aliases - Season 2
"Mmm... pepperoni," mumbled Sydney Bristow as she bit into a piece of pepperoni pizza. She had just finished defeating two very annoying patrons who seemed to want her booth. The nerve of some people! Unfortunately, her bright red hair kept falling down into her pizza, with all of its cheesy goodness. Yes, having hair in your face can be sexy and mysterious, but it sure made eating hard. As she tucked her hair behing her ear for the forty seventh time, the doors to the pizza parlor burst open and in walked a battered, soggy, and very pissed-off Blue Haird Syd.
"You bitch!" she spit, and with a sweep of her arm, knocked Sydney's pizza onto the floor.
"Hey! I was eating that! And how did you get back here anyways? After I shot you in the shoulder, I took you down to the docks, strapped you to an aluminium chair and threw you into the Pacific, much like I've done with a beeper and two cell phones in the course of my adventures. How on earth did you escape?"
"Ah, you underestimate me, my worthy nemesis. Those knots you tied wouldn't hold a girl scout, although it was quite difficult to swim to the surface with a bullet in my shoulder, so I found an abandoned oxygen tank, poked a hole in it and rode that sucker to the surface."
"Well, I must congratulate you. But I've got to ask... why are you here again?"
Blue Haired Syd looked puzzled. "You know, I've forgotten. Maybe if I asked more questions like that I wouldn't get into these completely pointless and unrealistic situations so often..."
And while Blue Haired Syd was mulling over the meaning of her existence, Sydney sucker-punched her in the face. "haHA!" cried Sydney and pulled Blue Syd's wig off. "Noooo! Not the wig!" writhed Blue Haired Syd and she disappeared into a puff of blue smoke, leaving nothing but her dog collar behind.
"Well, I suppose I've seen weirder things," mused Syd, picking up the dog collar and she sat back down in her booth. The doors flew open again and Sydney tensed, waiting for the French chanteuse to strut in, but instead, it was Vaughn, in a floor length black leather coat and with far too much mousse in his hair. "Hey there," he said, and sat down next to her.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sydney, "and is that an earring you're wearing?!"
"Whatever. I was supposed to meet you here for pizza, remember?"
"Ooooh, yeah. I remember now. That's why she was here," Syd mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Waiter? Can we get another pizza over here?"
"Certainly," said the waiter, who was tall and just a little hot, but in a slightly icky way. As he walked away, Sydney felt that something was missing. Patting the top of her head, she realized that her red wig had fallen off somewhere in battle. Such a shame. She was going to miss it. But at least her hair wouldn't get in her pizza anymore.
Back in the kitchen bathroom, Jack Bristow adjusted the red wig he had just swiped from his daughter. Was it disturbing and wrong? Yes. But did it fufill one of his biggest fantasies? Of course. Donning the wig, he adjusted it in the mirror and proceeded sing quietly.
"I feel pretty; oh so pretty... I feel pretty and witty and weird..."
19. Blue Haired Syd - death, at last, by Red Haired Syd.
"Mmm... pepperoni," mumbled Sydney Bristow as she bit into a piece of pepperoni pizza. She had just finished defeating two very annoying patrons who seemed to want her booth. The nerve of some people! Unfortunately, her bright red hair kept falling down into her pizza, with all of its cheesy goodness. Yes, having hair in your face can be sexy and mysterious, but it sure made eating hard. As she tucked her hair behing her ear for the forty seventh time, the doors to the pizza parlor burst open and in walked a battered, soggy, and very pissed-off Blue Haird Syd.
"You bitch!" she spit, and with a sweep of her arm, knocked Sydney's pizza onto the floor.
"Hey! I was eating that! And how did you get back here anyways? After I shot you in the shoulder, I took you down to the docks, strapped you to an aluminium chair and threw you into the Pacific, much like I've done with a beeper and two cell phones in the course of my adventures. How on earth did you escape?"
"Ah, you underestimate me, my worthy nemesis. Those knots you tied wouldn't hold a girl scout, although it was quite difficult to swim to the surface with a bullet in my shoulder, so I found an abandoned oxygen tank, poked a hole in it and rode that sucker to the surface."
"Well, I must congratulate you. But I've got to ask... why are you here again?"
Blue Haired Syd looked puzzled. "You know, I've forgotten. Maybe if I asked more questions like that I wouldn't get into these completely pointless and unrealistic situations so often..."
And while Blue Haired Syd was mulling over the meaning of her existence, Sydney sucker-punched her in the face. "haHA!" cried Sydney and pulled Blue Syd's wig off. "Noooo! Not the wig!" writhed Blue Haired Syd and she disappeared into a puff of blue smoke, leaving nothing but her dog collar behind.
"Well, I suppose I've seen weirder things," mused Syd, picking up the dog collar and she sat back down in her booth. The doors flew open again and Sydney tensed, waiting for the French chanteuse to strut in, but instead, it was Vaughn, in a floor length black leather coat and with far too much mousse in his hair. "Hey there," he said, and sat down next to her.
"What are you doing here?" asked Sydney, "and is that an earring you're wearing?!"
"Whatever. I was supposed to meet you here for pizza, remember?"
"Ooooh, yeah. I remember now. That's why she was here," Syd mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Waiter? Can we get another pizza over here?"
"Certainly," said the waiter, who was tall and just a little hot, but in a slightly icky way. As he walked away, Sydney felt that something was missing. Patting the top of her head, she realized that her red wig had fallen off somewhere in battle. Such a shame. She was going to miss it. But at least her hair wouldn't get in her pizza anymore.
Back in the kitchen bathroom, Jack Bristow adjusted the red wig he had just swiped from his daughter. Was it disturbing and wrong? Yes. But did it fufill one of his biggest fantasies? Of course. Donning the wig, he adjusted it in the mirror and proceeded sing quietly.
"I feel pretty; oh so pretty... I feel pretty and witty and weird..."
19. Blue Haired Syd - death, at last, by Red Haired Syd.