She runs out of the room into the waiting room, barely noticing the two
female occupants, and is about to leave when he grabs her hand forcing her
to turn around. She slaps him with the hand he grabbed with a cool move and
says in a deadly voice, "Don't you ever touch me again; you lost the right
to ever since you forgot about me."
"I never did." He replies, taking her hand again.
"Well it's too late for that now isn't it?" with that she takes of a ring from her finger and throws it in his direction and turns to the door as it is pushed open at an alarming rate. In less than seconds she finds herself in her best friends comforting hug with him brushing kisses on her forehead and tears streaming down both of their cheeks, and herself returning the hug with everything left in her.
After a few minutes she slowly becomes conscious of her surrounding environment, and Will whispering 'oh, god! Oh my fucking god.' When they part they have the biggest smiles on their faces and are still holding each other.
"I though she killed you, I saw you in the tub and all I could think of was Danny and how he was murdered and how another one of my friends was killed because of me, and God you're here!!" She rambles on cupping his cheek while they sit.
"Hey you're not the only one, you gave us a much bigger scare, and you didn't come home for 2 years. God what happened to you? Who did it? How did you end up here?" and realizing she was running away from Vaughn when he came in he added, "You found out about Mike and Alice didn't you?"
"I saw the ring if that's what you mean, and I don't have to be what I am to figure out what a band means." She says her voice full of venom and a death glare borrowed from her father sent over Wills shoulder at the three sitting a few chairs down from them. Mike sees the glare and averts his tear filled eyes to a painting on the opposite wall.
"What about dad, and mom, and Eric, and the apartment and all that?"
"Mike should be the one to tell you this," he says somewhat hesitantly.
"That isn't an option." She replies icily.
"How about Irina?" he tries.
"She's here?" Sydney squeals excitedly, "Can I see her?"
"She isn't here yet the plane should be touching down now so in about ten minutes."
"Isn't the closest CIA airport like half hour away?"
"You know when it comes to you there isn't a law she won't break to get here." "Yeah, so she's working for us now?"
"Yeah a little freelance stuff, Jack actually suggested that she be allowed to stay in field as long as she is tracked and she helps us whenever she can, actually he took down Sloane's organization last month, he is in prison now, Sark however is still missing."
"What about the apartment?"
"Well after that night the CIA cleaned up as if nothing happened, but local reporters got wind of it and there was a huge scandal."
She gives a humorless chuckle, "I can see the headlines, 'Man found almost stabbed to death, blood of two females assumed to be his roommates'. What about the real Francie?"
"We don't know, everyone thinks she's dead, but everyone seems to be rising from the grave, we may find her yet, but there was a memorial service about a month after you were gone."
At that moment the door opened with a confident air that could only be credited to her father and Sydney rushed to it to find her father supporting her mother who was having a breakdown of some sort. And then all three were in a fierce hug that was not broken as they sat down between Will and Vaughn, and they placed Sydney next to Vaughn.
AN: This is the seating arrangement; all chairs are I a straight line against the wall.
Vaughn's mom, Alice, Vaughn, Sydney, Irina, Will, and Jack pulled up a chair half in front of Sydney and half in front of Vaughn.
"I never did." He replies, taking her hand again.
"Well it's too late for that now isn't it?" with that she takes of a ring from her finger and throws it in his direction and turns to the door as it is pushed open at an alarming rate. In less than seconds she finds herself in her best friends comforting hug with him brushing kisses on her forehead and tears streaming down both of their cheeks, and herself returning the hug with everything left in her.
After a few minutes she slowly becomes conscious of her surrounding environment, and Will whispering 'oh, god! Oh my fucking god.' When they part they have the biggest smiles on their faces and are still holding each other.
"I though she killed you, I saw you in the tub and all I could think of was Danny and how he was murdered and how another one of my friends was killed because of me, and God you're here!!" She rambles on cupping his cheek while they sit.
"Hey you're not the only one, you gave us a much bigger scare, and you didn't come home for 2 years. God what happened to you? Who did it? How did you end up here?" and realizing she was running away from Vaughn when he came in he added, "You found out about Mike and Alice didn't you?"
"I saw the ring if that's what you mean, and I don't have to be what I am to figure out what a band means." She says her voice full of venom and a death glare borrowed from her father sent over Wills shoulder at the three sitting a few chairs down from them. Mike sees the glare and averts his tear filled eyes to a painting on the opposite wall.
"What about dad, and mom, and Eric, and the apartment and all that?"
"Mike should be the one to tell you this," he says somewhat hesitantly.
"That isn't an option." She replies icily.
"How about Irina?" he tries.
"She's here?" Sydney squeals excitedly, "Can I see her?"
"She isn't here yet the plane should be touching down now so in about ten minutes."
"Isn't the closest CIA airport like half hour away?"
"You know when it comes to you there isn't a law she won't break to get here." "Yeah, so she's working for us now?"
"Yeah a little freelance stuff, Jack actually suggested that she be allowed to stay in field as long as she is tracked and she helps us whenever she can, actually he took down Sloane's organization last month, he is in prison now, Sark however is still missing."
"What about the apartment?"
"Well after that night the CIA cleaned up as if nothing happened, but local reporters got wind of it and there was a huge scandal."
She gives a humorless chuckle, "I can see the headlines, 'Man found almost stabbed to death, blood of two females assumed to be his roommates'. What about the real Francie?"
"We don't know, everyone thinks she's dead, but everyone seems to be rising from the grave, we may find her yet, but there was a memorial service about a month after you were gone."
At that moment the door opened with a confident air that could only be credited to her father and Sydney rushed to it to find her father supporting her mother who was having a breakdown of some sort. And then all three were in a fierce hug that was not broken as they sat down between Will and Vaughn, and they placed Sydney next to Vaughn.
AN: This is the seating arrangement; all chairs are I a straight line against the wall.
Vaughn's mom, Alice, Vaughn, Sydney, Irina, Will, and Jack pulled up a chair half in front of Sydney and half in front of Vaughn.