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Unwanted: Part I


I run from the bed, crying silently. I slump down the wall, still crying. I eventually stop crying and go back to the bed. I fall into a restless sleep.

I wake up. The sun's shining in my eyes and Jack's leaving. I look frantically up at him, pleading with him not to leave.

He puts on his jacket. I know that I have to finish this soon.

"Please, stay...with me," I pleaded, rather depressed.


I was left to cry there
Waiting outside there
Grinning with a lost stare
That's when I decided...



He briefly shook his head and left abruptly. I sigh and struggle to not cry. I get up a few minutes later and get dressed. I call for room service; enjoying what little freedom I have now.

A few minutes later, an overly chipper woman appears. Her nametag reads Marcie. Oh joy. Now where are Barbie and Stacie, this girl is totally Skipper. Anyways, I force a smile across my face.

"Here are your pancakes with powdered sugar, 100% pure Maple Syrup, and Maraschino cherries. That'll be ten dollars and forty-seven cents, Ma'am," She says cheerfully.

I resist an urge to sigh and look around for payment. I see a wallet. Aha! Jack must've left his wallet in his hurry to flee. I pick out a Visa Gold Card, and hand it to her.

"Ooh! A Visa Gold! Why thank you! I'll just charge this right up," Marcie says in an obnoxiously perky tone.

"Oh, by the way, Ma'am, I thought there was a man staying here. Where is he?" Marcie, or should I say, Barbie, asks in a honeyed tone.

I do sigh and frown. I decide to reply honestly.

"He's not exactly my biggest fan. He left, first chance he could. Luckily, I have his wallet," I explain trying to match her gleeful tone.

Her perfect smile falters for a second. A confused look crosses her face.

"Why would he stay here, with you, if he disliked you? It makes no sense," Blondie says happily with an edge of confusion.

I shrug.

"He has needs too, I guess. And try hates me. Don't worry your pretty big head about it," I reply, feigning nonchalance.

I fake a laugh.

"I also think that he was really drunk," I reply, trying to giggle.

"Oh. He couldn't hate you! I mean, what have you ever done to him? And, if he does, he's just another piece of scum that walks the face of the Earth, which I also like to call men," Skipper replies, somehow still joyful.

I shake my head at the irony.

"Oh, he does. If he doesn't, he's an even better liar than I thought. To be able to lie to himself. I've done a lot of things to him. Things I all regret. But, he can never say that I didn't love him. He just doesn't understand," I say, sadly.


Why'd you have to go and make things so
Complicated see the way you're acting
Like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this you fall and you crawl and
You break and you take what you get and
You turn it into honesty promise me I'm never
Gonna find you fake it



I sigh. Marcie's perfect smile actually falls from her face.

"I am so sorry. I mean, this must be all fresh and all, and here I go, bringing it up," Marcie says, actually sounding angry with herself.

Wow. I blink. Impressive.

"No. I have to face him anyways. We share more than a daughter. He'll have to see me sometimes. I doubt that he could ignore me for a year," I try to sound hopeful, but really, I am hopeful.

Marcie nods and waves goodbye, leaving. I slam the door and grab the pancakes. I eat slowly, deliberately. The pancakes are great. I sigh a contented sigh, the first, and probably only, of the day. After I finish eating them, I grab the phone and dial Sydney.

She picks up on the third ring.

"Hello! Who is this?" Sydney asks happily.

"Your mother," I sorrowfully reply.

"Oh. Hey, I heard that you got out. Congratulations!" She replies, subdued.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, this free life. I had to go on a mission. With your father. Though, I actually ate the first decent meal I've had in months," I say truthfully.

The CIA did send me on a mission with Jack. The mission went off without a hitch. Matter of fact, we still had a night in the hotel. We were, well, Jack was very drunk, and you can guess what happened next. I sigh sadly.


I'm looking for a place
Searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone



"Oh! Really? I didn't know about this! How'd the mission go?" Sydney asks, very curiously.

"The mission went off without a hitch," I reply robotically.

"And where's Dad? Can I talk to him?" Sydney asks pleadingly.

That seems to be a thing this morning. I sigh again. I do that way too much.

"He left. First thing this morning. I'd say he's back at home now, but that's just a guess. He left his wallet, anyways. That's how much of a hurry he was in," I say, dejected.

I can tell that Sydney is frowning over the line.

"Oh. He did, did he? I'll call him later. Does this mean that you're all alone?" Sydney asks, a bit mad at her father.

"Yes. Could you pick me up, please? I think that your father was supposed to, but the flight reflex kicked in. He thinks that he can run away from his problems...I'm in the Ritz, in Suite 47A, on floor 13," I reply, cursing Jack inwardly.

Sydney starts laughing. I can't blame her. If it wasn't me, the thought of Jack Bristow running away from a problem and leaving me, the woman who cannot be trusted, who could escape at any second, who should never hold a gun, alone, to her own devices.


You don't know me
Don't ignore me
If you had your way
You'd just shut me up
Make me go away



"Okay. Sorry about that. It's Ritz, Floor 13, Suite 47A, right?" She replies, trying to fight off a laugh.

I hear a voice in the background. Must be Tippin.

"Why are you laughing? And who are you talking to?" Tippin, I presume, replies.

Sydney moves the phone from her ear and whispers, "My Mom."

"The one who shot you?" Tippin remarks.

I'm never going to live that down. I sigh.

"Yes. I only have one mother. Anyways, I have to go pick her up," Sydney replies smoothly.

"Why? I thought she was in her cell? And what does that have to do with why you are laughing?" Tippin asked curiously.

"So did I. She apparently was sent on a mission with my father nearby and they finished it without a hitch. However, my Dad, according to Mom, ran away, leaving his wallet, first thing this morning," Sydney replies.

"Jack Bristow left your mother alone?" Tippin asks incredulously.

"Yes. And he doesn't trust her farther than he can throw her. So that just makes it take on an Alanis level of Ironic. Anyways, I have to pick her up, and you'll get a kick out of this, in Suite 47A, on Floor 13, in the Ritz," Sydney replies, giggling.

I hear Will's laughter too.

"Bye Mom," is her last words to me.

I repack the suitcase and wait for my daughter to come.

Everything's changing when I turn around
All out of my control I'm a mobile
Everything's changing everywhere I go all
Out of my control I'm a mobile


THE END...OF PART I

- Loren ;*