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Unwanted: Part II

Note: This is after the bathroom scene. The bathroom scene takes place two weeks or three weeks after the first chapter.

I lay on my mattress. My back hurts. That's typical of someone living in my conditions. I sigh and roll over. I know that Sydney is on a mission; I also know that she'll be back soon.

My mind goes back to Jack. I really wish I could forget about him. I myself haven't seen him since, what was it? Two or three weeks ago? I wish he was here. I sigh again and turn over.


It's the first time I've ever felt this lonely
Wish someone could cure this pain
It's funny when you think it's gonna work out



I feel alone. More alone then I've ever felt. I've lived a solitary life most of the time. Tears creep down my cheeks, unbidden. I hear someone approaching. I quickly wipe away my tears and look up.

I see a woman. She's a shrink. Oh, joy. Maybe the Cueball finally noticed that I've been depressed. I really wish that Sydney was here. I sigh. Let's just hope that she's not here to change me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask rather harshly.

Darn her and all the shrinks in the world. I can't stand them. Cuvee was one once. I shiver at the thought. I guess that I'm just lucky that they don't have Soviet truth serum over here. I shiver at the thought.


Fall back
Take a look at me
And you'll see
I'm for real

I'll feel what only I can feel
And if that don't appeal to you
Let me know
And I'll go

'Cause I flow better
When my colors show
And that's the way it has to be
Honestly



"Well, Ms. Derevko-" She begins.

"It's Bristow. Mrs. Bristow," I reply, interrupting her.

"What?" She asks.

She's confused. Aww, the poor thing. Not! You can so tell that I have nothing to amuse myself with.

"I said, it's Bristow. Mrs. Bristow. I'm technically still married," I snap.

She raises an eyebrow and jots some stuff down. I frown and glare at her.

"Stop writing. If you want to talk, then we'll talk," I say angrily.

"Okay. I'm Judy Barnett. Kendall sent me here because he said that ever since the mission you had with Jack, you've been acting odd," Judy replies, trying to be placid about it.


I'm tugging at my hair
I'm pulling at my clothes
I'm trying to keep my cool
I know it shows



I smirk.

"Well, it seems that you've formed an emotional attachment to my husband, Doc. You did mean to say even for me at the end, right?" I mock her.

"Agent Kendall said that you've been depressed, aggressive, and downright unhelpful. He's having trouble finding reasons to keep you here. I'm here to find out your problem," Judy said, ignoring me.

"That would be none of your business, Doctor." I reply, angry at her for just being there.

She has the nerve to smirk now.

"You know, Jack said the same thing. He's rather closed off. I assume something happened, because I know that he hasn't come by here in 15 days," Judy almost mocks.

I look down at my hands.

"Actually, it's been 21 days. Or, three weeks since I've seen him," I reply, forcing the emotion out of my voice.


No I just don't understand why you
Won't talk to me
It hurts that I'm
Unwanted for nothing don't
Talk words against me



Barnett nods and jots something down in that infuriating notebook. She looks up at me.

"What really happened? Jack wouldn't tell me. I need to know. It's disrupted your work here at the CIA," Judy says shallowly.

"Nothing happened," I reply bitterly.

"Yeah right. Something happened. And neither will admit to it. I will find out," Judy replies, as if she's on a quest to find out.

I sigh and frown.

"Just forget about it. I wouldn't tell you anyways. It's rather personal. I would like to tell my daughter something. And, when I tell her that something, I want her to be inside my cell. Got it? And then, and only then, will I even think about telling you a thing," I reply seriously.


You need to listen
I'm starting to trip
I'm losing my grip
And I'm in this thing alone



Judy leaves and I'm left alone. Sydney comes in later. The security guard gives her a key and she comes into my purgatory. She sits on my bed and I sit up.

"What'd you have to tell me?" Sydney asks, a bit worried.

She's worried that it'll be a huge bomb. I suppose it is. It was bad. I suppose that I would benefit some. Not much, but some. And my living conditions would improve.

"Okay, I know that I'm dropping a huge bomb on you. I mean, this bomb is like the size of the ring that Ben gave J-Lo. I mean, it's huge!" I babble.

Sydney laughs at the reference. I smile. I know that it will most likely be the last smile of the day. I swallow and tell my daughter the news.

"Sydney, I'm pregnant," I reply terrified.


And I want to believe you
When you tell me that it'll be okay
Yeah I try to believe you
But I don't


THE END...OF PART II

- Loren ;*