A/N – Song is The One by Backstreet Boys. Later in the fic there is a phone
conversation the stuff in ( ) is Sydney saying stuff. You better like this
chapter because I wrote some stuff over because the first song I wrote it
with I decided that it didn't fit well, but it did with the next chapter.
So you better enjoy and REVIEW!
~~~I guess you were lost when I met you
Still there were tears in your eyes
So out of trust and I knew
No more than mysteries and lies
There you were, wild and free
Reaching out like you needed me
A helping hand to make it right
I am holding you all through the night~~~
Vaughn's POV
I didn't know what to do. Sydney had stopped crying about five minutes ago and she was still in my arms. Probably waiting for me to tell her what to do.
"It wasn't your fault they found out." I offered trying to break the silence.
"Should've been more fucking careful." I heard her mutter as she pulled away. She paced for what seemed like forever, and then collapsed in the lonely chair. "What the hell am I supposed to tell them?" She looked toward me as if I could give her all the answers.
I really wish I could.
"For now, I think you should keep up the whole 'I don't know' routine. Until we find out how much they do know." I added. "I'll ask your dad to help me check it out." I leaned down in front of her and kissed her. "It'll be fine. I promise you that I will try my hardest okay?" I whispered.
She stood up quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her head on my shoulder and I rested mine on her head feeling her hair on my cheek.
"I gotta go." Sydney whispered against my shoulder. My arms moved away from her. "Thanks." She kissed me softly, and then left.
I stood there… watching and waiting.
~~~To hold you and make sure that you'll be alright
Cause my fear is gone
And I want to take you from darkness to light
There you were, wild and free
Reaching out like you needed me
A helping hand to make it right
I am holding you all through the night~~~
Sydney's POV
I don't know when I got home. I just felt like driving after my 'talk' with Vaughn. My living room looked different when I got back. I must've stood there ten minutes before actually looking at the clock. 12:30. Perfect.
I made my way to my room. The light hurt my eyes but I adjusted. I adjust to everything. To the light, to lying, to going all over the world, to my dad… to my mother.
She might be alive. That sounds so strange to say. She might be alive. I want to know how dad feels. I don't know why I want to know, I just know that I want to know. I also want to know everything that mom was thinking as she killed those people, especially Vaughn's father. What was going through her head? Dad never even told us how she killed any of them. Was it gun, knife, what was it? If she is alive and I find her, I'll ask her.
Let's see, I got from worrying about Francie and Will to thinking what weapon my mother used to kill people. That's just not right.
I threw my bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed, ready for some sleep. It eluded me until about two in the morning, and then I finally drifted into a dream. A dream where everyone knew the truth and Arvin Sloane was dead.
I woke up to the sound of music on the radio. The minute I stood up I had a bad feeling about something. Then I heard someone in the kitchen. I calmed down when I heard Francie's voice singing 'My Girl'.
Hold on. I looked over to the radio then next to it. There was a small box next to it. I went over to it and picked it up. Taped to the top it said. 'Needed to give you this – Vaughn'. I smiled and put it in my bag that was on the floor. I'll open it later.
I threw on my normal pair of jeans and tank-top and hurried into the kitchen.
"What're you doing?" I asked Francie as I sat down at the table.
"I'm making lunch. What does it look like I'm doing?" She shot back smiling.
I smiled and then frowned. "Lunch? What… what time is it?" I asked looking around for a clock. I have got to buy one of those.
"It's twelve forty, hun." She answered. "You want some lunch?" I shook my head, no as I stood up. "Oh, and remember in an hour me and you are going shopping. You promised." She reminded me.
"I remember. Let me go take a shower while you eat." I left her in the kitchen, making my way to the bathroom.
Two hours later I'm trying on a dress that I would never wear in public. It seems like one of the dresses I'd wear on one of my missions.
I stepped out of the dressing room and looked at myself in the mirror. "You almost done in there." I called to Francie who was trying on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Almost." She yelled back.
I went over to my bag and opened it looking around for my lip-gloss. My hand touch something smooth and I pulled it out. It was the box Vaughn had left for me. I smiled and opened it. "Oh my God." I whispered looking at the necklace inside. I took it out, fingering the silver chain and the small charm. I almost laughed when I saw the charm was of a little guardian angel. I looked back at the box and noticed a small piece of paper.
Sydney
Just needed to give you this for the times when I can't be your guardian angel. I hate the fact that I can't say or do anything that will make your friends forget what they found, but I know you'll find a way to get through it. Can't wait till I see you again.
Your Guardian Angel,
Michael
I smiled and hooked the clasp behind my neck. Letting the charm drop, I looked in the mirror. It was gorgeous.
"I'm done." I heard Francie's door open and she came out. "Oh God. I love that dress on you. You have to get it." She admired it and then took a look at herself in the mirror.
"I like that shirt." I told her. "If you don't get it then I am." We both laughed.
"Syd. Were you wearing that necklace when we left?" I nodded (lied). "It's gorgeous." She complemented.
"I know." I smiled and we both got changed into our regular clothes. Ready to shop some more.
"So, I forgot to ask how your trip went." Francie pulled me on the line to pay hours later. She was getting a few pairs of pants and two t- shirts. I was getting a couple t-shirts and that dress (which, by the way, wasn't my decision, it was hers).
"It went fine." I smiled at her. Should I tell her or wait till Dixon does. "We went to this business party and I met a guy."
Francie looked shocked and slapped me playfully. "You couldn't tell me sooner?"
"Well, I didn't want you to get your hopes up. The guy lives in New York." I lied. I handed the cashier my money and took my change.
Francie did the same. "I won't get my hopes up. But come on. If you don't start dating soon I am going to set you up on a blind date. What about the guy you told me about, the one from work."
I blushed. She's talking about Vaughn. "Michael?" I questioned trying to take her mind away from me blushing.
"Yeah, that's the one." She and I walked into the cool air and to the car.
"I told you. He's my boss and we are not allowed to date." I wondered what she would think if I told her we were dating. "Anyway, what about you dating? Why don't you find yourself a guy then worry about me."
"Cause I am already going on a date with this guy I met at Zebu Lounge the other night." She whispered.
"And you didn't tell me?" I got inside the passenger seat and her in the drivers seat. "What's his name? What's he do? What does he look like?" I bombarded her with questions that she'd be asking me.
"Hold on will you." She laughed and so did I. "His name is Kenneth and he works at an insurance company. Plus, he is so cute."
"And his last name would be…" I let the 'be' trail. As she pulled onto the road.
"It's Vaughn. I thought it sounded cool, like spy kinda cool. We got to talking and he was telling me about his family. His mom lives here and so does his older brother Michael. Dad died when he was six. That's so sad right?" I could barely hear her through my shock.
"Yeah." The rest of the way was filled with laughing and jokes. Then we got home…
I walked into my apartment and threw my bag on the couch, Francie doing the same.
"So what do you…" I stopped when I saw a white piece of paper on the couch next to my bag.
"Syd? What's wrong?" Francie followed me and sat down next to me as I opened the paper.
Sydney,
Warehouse on Miller Drive. 8:00 Saturday. Alone. Will Tippin here.
A Friend LB
"Oh my god." Francie took the note from me. "Sydney this is really spooky."
I just sat there. 8:00 was in two hours. I knew who I should call, but what am I supposed to say to Francie? Am I supposed to just leave her here and tell her to be careful? Good plan.
"I gotta make a phone call." I stood up and when Francie made to get up I stopped her. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
"Syd, are you calling the police or…"
"No. Someone else. France, you just gotta trust me on this one." I try to make it sound like joke, but instead I moved to the phone and dialed.
~~~You need me like I need you
We can share our dreams coming true
I can show you what true love means
Just take me hand, baby please...~~~
Vaughn's POV
"Kenny!" I yelled to my 'little brother'. In reality he is the same size as me, it's just that he is younger and all that shit.
"What?" He called back. By now I should say that I was in the kitchen and he was in the living room.
"You didn't invite anyone else did you?" I asked. Tonight was gonna be a 'brother night' so naturally Kenneth would invite someone.
"Nope. Just you and me bro." I heard him rummaging through something.
"I'm cooking, so what the hell are you doing?" I heard more rummaging then footsteps.
"Movie." He held up 'Memento' the DVD version. I nodded and he sat at the table. "What are you making?"
I held up a taco shell and he laughed. "The only thing I can make." I watch as he grabbed the phone that had just started ringing.
"Hello" He said into the receiver. "Yeah… he's right here… hold on." Handing the cordless phone to me he told me. "It's a girl named Sydney. Sounds urgent."
I nodded and started to get worried. "Sydney? (Yeah, hi, am I interrupting anything?) No. (Good, I just need to talk.) What's the matter? (Can we meet in the usual place?) Yeah. (Who answered the phone?) My brother. (Ok. Meet me. Ten minutes?) Ten minutes. (I'm sorry to call you, but being that you're the only one I can tell…) It's nothing. You know that you- (Have your number. I know.) I'll see you in ten minutes. (Ten minutes.) Bye. (Bye.)" I hung up and looked toward Kenneth. "That was…"
"Sydney." He finished. "I'm coming too." I shook my head, no, but he didn't give up. He never does. "I'm coming and you are going to fill me in about her along the way."
"I regret the day I told you of my CIA life." We laughed and grabbed our jackets.
"The one thing you gotta know is that I love her and I haven't told her yet." I pushed him out the door.
Ten minutes later I am waiting for Sydney while explaining me and her to Kenneth. The only thing I didn't tell him was how dad died.
I heard the gate opening so I jumped off the table that I had been sitting on. Sydney walked in and immediately I see her friend… I think it's Francie… behind her.
"What's going on?" I asked her giving her a confused look. (or at least I hope it looked that way.)
"I had to bring her, she wouldn't let up." Sydney pointed to a chair and looked at Francie. "Sit and don't ask questions. I'll answer all of them later."
"Sydney what is going…" I saw her notice Kenneth and the look in his eyes turned to shock. "Aren't you the guy I might the other night?" He nodded.
"You two met?" I sounded and looked so damn surprised.
"Yeah." Sydney answered. "Let them talk, I need to talk to you." She pulled my arm and we walked deeper into the warehouse.
"You knew that they met?" I still had this shocked look on my face.
"She told me a few hours ago. All she said was that she met Kenneth Vaughn and with the information she told me it didn't take long to put two and two together." She shot out.
"What happened that made you call me?" I asked putting my hands on her shoulders.
She explained about the note and I already knew about the plane ticket.
"God, I feel like I did when Danny died, just so damn helpless and…" I watched the look in her eyes go from fear to a light bulb like she had just thought of something. "Hold on."
I followed her back to Francie and Kenneth.
"Francie!" Sydney called. Francie stopped her conversation with my brother and looked toward Sydney. "I am going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?"
"Yeah sure Syd."
"Did Will ever give up that story on Danny?" I registered to the question and stared at Sydney.
Francie just sat there. That was the only answer that we needed.
"Do you think it was…"
I stopped her. "No. SD-6 wouldn't have left you that note. You know that. They would have just killed him."
Sydney sighs and Francie looks shocked.
"Sydney. That is it. I have been patient long enough with the whole Will and SD-6 crap. You are going to tell me what is going on right now." She snapped.
So we explained…
"I don't like this." I said as Sydney steered the car onto one of the main streets, heading toward Miller Drive.
"What don't you like about it? I came up with it and you agreed." She risked a glance at me.
"I don't like that fact that they are coming." I gestured to the backseat.
"Hey! We are trying to help." Kenneth could be so damn stubborn. He takes after dad.
"I don't care what you are trying to do. You guys could get hurt or worse killed." I argued with him.
"Didn't stop dad and it's not stopping you." I heard him mutter.
"You know what? Dad was trained and so am I. He knew what the hell he was doing." I turned in my seat so that I could see him better. "Not his fault someone killed him."
Sydney flinched. Thing was, Kenneth noticed. "There's something more. Something both of you are not telling us." His eyes flashed in… something, anger, confusion.
I sighed and turned back toward the windshield. I felt Sydney glancing at me every few seconds and I looked at her.
"Michael." Kenneth snapped.
"I don't think that this is the time…"
"No, now is the perfect time." I'm surprised her didn't say 'that's final' at the end of his sentence.
Sydney nodded and looked back toward the road. "Make it quick. Were almost there." That's not the only reason I wanna make it quick.
"You sure you wanna know?" He nods so I tell him. "Sydney's mom… Laura… she worked for the KGB… she got orders in her books and on of them… one of them was to kill... to kill dad." I finished and looked out the passenger window.
"Oh my god." I hear him whisper.
The rest of the ride was silent.
"I don't like this." I repeated my earlier comment.
"Neither do I." Sydney whispered looking back toward the car where Francie and Kenneth were waiting if we needed help.
"So why the hell are we doing this?" I ask confused at how the hell she was so calm and worried at the same time.
"Because my best friend is in danger and I will do anything to save him." She looks at me as we enter the warehouse. "Will's been there for me. As much as you have."
The floor creaked as we entered and walked further and further in. Then we heard a groan coming from the back.
Making our way to the sound I held her hand tightly. I couldn't tell if she was pulling me closer or if I was pulling her. All I do know is that the moment we saw Will strapped in the lonely chair Sydney let go of me and rushed to untie him.
"I wouldn't do that." A voice said through the darkness.
Sydney had gotten the blindfold off of Will and he stared at her then at me. She straightened up at the sound of the voice and I quickly walked over to her and Will, not taking my eyes off the silhouette of the person who had commented.
"Who are you?" Sydney asked. The woman who had been speaking stepped forward into the light. All our faces (besides hers) showed the shock. "Mom?"
~~~I'll be the one (I'll be the one)
Who will make all your sorrows undone
I'll be the light (I'll be the light)
When you feel like there's nowhere to run
I'll be the one~~~
~~~I guess you were lost when I met you
Still there were tears in your eyes
So out of trust and I knew
No more than mysteries and lies
There you were, wild and free
Reaching out like you needed me
A helping hand to make it right
I am holding you all through the night~~~
Vaughn's POV
I didn't know what to do. Sydney had stopped crying about five minutes ago and she was still in my arms. Probably waiting for me to tell her what to do.
"It wasn't your fault they found out." I offered trying to break the silence.
"Should've been more fucking careful." I heard her mutter as she pulled away. She paced for what seemed like forever, and then collapsed in the lonely chair. "What the hell am I supposed to tell them?" She looked toward me as if I could give her all the answers.
I really wish I could.
"For now, I think you should keep up the whole 'I don't know' routine. Until we find out how much they do know." I added. "I'll ask your dad to help me check it out." I leaned down in front of her and kissed her. "It'll be fine. I promise you that I will try my hardest okay?" I whispered.
She stood up quickly and wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her head on my shoulder and I rested mine on her head feeling her hair on my cheek.
"I gotta go." Sydney whispered against my shoulder. My arms moved away from her. "Thanks." She kissed me softly, and then left.
I stood there… watching and waiting.
~~~To hold you and make sure that you'll be alright
Cause my fear is gone
And I want to take you from darkness to light
There you were, wild and free
Reaching out like you needed me
A helping hand to make it right
I am holding you all through the night~~~
Sydney's POV
I don't know when I got home. I just felt like driving after my 'talk' with Vaughn. My living room looked different when I got back. I must've stood there ten minutes before actually looking at the clock. 12:30. Perfect.
I made my way to my room. The light hurt my eyes but I adjusted. I adjust to everything. To the light, to lying, to going all over the world, to my dad… to my mother.
She might be alive. That sounds so strange to say. She might be alive. I want to know how dad feels. I don't know why I want to know, I just know that I want to know. I also want to know everything that mom was thinking as she killed those people, especially Vaughn's father. What was going through her head? Dad never even told us how she killed any of them. Was it gun, knife, what was it? If she is alive and I find her, I'll ask her.
Let's see, I got from worrying about Francie and Will to thinking what weapon my mother used to kill people. That's just not right.
I threw my bag on the floor and collapsed on my bed, ready for some sleep. It eluded me until about two in the morning, and then I finally drifted into a dream. A dream where everyone knew the truth and Arvin Sloane was dead.
I woke up to the sound of music on the radio. The minute I stood up I had a bad feeling about something. Then I heard someone in the kitchen. I calmed down when I heard Francie's voice singing 'My Girl'.
Hold on. I looked over to the radio then next to it. There was a small box next to it. I went over to it and picked it up. Taped to the top it said. 'Needed to give you this – Vaughn'. I smiled and put it in my bag that was on the floor. I'll open it later.
I threw on my normal pair of jeans and tank-top and hurried into the kitchen.
"What're you doing?" I asked Francie as I sat down at the table.
"I'm making lunch. What does it look like I'm doing?" She shot back smiling.
I smiled and then frowned. "Lunch? What… what time is it?" I asked looking around for a clock. I have got to buy one of those.
"It's twelve forty, hun." She answered. "You want some lunch?" I shook my head, no as I stood up. "Oh, and remember in an hour me and you are going shopping. You promised." She reminded me.
"I remember. Let me go take a shower while you eat." I left her in the kitchen, making my way to the bathroom.
Two hours later I'm trying on a dress that I would never wear in public. It seems like one of the dresses I'd wear on one of my missions.
I stepped out of the dressing room and looked at myself in the mirror. "You almost done in there." I called to Francie who was trying on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
"Almost." She yelled back.
I went over to my bag and opened it looking around for my lip-gloss. My hand touch something smooth and I pulled it out. It was the box Vaughn had left for me. I smiled and opened it. "Oh my God." I whispered looking at the necklace inside. I took it out, fingering the silver chain and the small charm. I almost laughed when I saw the charm was of a little guardian angel. I looked back at the box and noticed a small piece of paper.
Sydney
Just needed to give you this for the times when I can't be your guardian angel. I hate the fact that I can't say or do anything that will make your friends forget what they found, but I know you'll find a way to get through it. Can't wait till I see you again.
Your Guardian Angel,
Michael
I smiled and hooked the clasp behind my neck. Letting the charm drop, I looked in the mirror. It was gorgeous.
"I'm done." I heard Francie's door open and she came out. "Oh God. I love that dress on you. You have to get it." She admired it and then took a look at herself in the mirror.
"I like that shirt." I told her. "If you don't get it then I am." We both laughed.
"Syd. Were you wearing that necklace when we left?" I nodded (lied). "It's gorgeous." She complemented.
"I know." I smiled and we both got changed into our regular clothes. Ready to shop some more.
"So, I forgot to ask how your trip went." Francie pulled me on the line to pay hours later. She was getting a few pairs of pants and two t- shirts. I was getting a couple t-shirts and that dress (which, by the way, wasn't my decision, it was hers).
"It went fine." I smiled at her. Should I tell her or wait till Dixon does. "We went to this business party and I met a guy."
Francie looked shocked and slapped me playfully. "You couldn't tell me sooner?"
"Well, I didn't want you to get your hopes up. The guy lives in New York." I lied. I handed the cashier my money and took my change.
Francie did the same. "I won't get my hopes up. But come on. If you don't start dating soon I am going to set you up on a blind date. What about the guy you told me about, the one from work."
I blushed. She's talking about Vaughn. "Michael?" I questioned trying to take her mind away from me blushing.
"Yeah, that's the one." She and I walked into the cool air and to the car.
"I told you. He's my boss and we are not allowed to date." I wondered what she would think if I told her we were dating. "Anyway, what about you dating? Why don't you find yourself a guy then worry about me."
"Cause I am already going on a date with this guy I met at Zebu Lounge the other night." She whispered.
"And you didn't tell me?" I got inside the passenger seat and her in the drivers seat. "What's his name? What's he do? What does he look like?" I bombarded her with questions that she'd be asking me.
"Hold on will you." She laughed and so did I. "His name is Kenneth and he works at an insurance company. Plus, he is so cute."
"And his last name would be…" I let the 'be' trail. As she pulled onto the road.
"It's Vaughn. I thought it sounded cool, like spy kinda cool. We got to talking and he was telling me about his family. His mom lives here and so does his older brother Michael. Dad died when he was six. That's so sad right?" I could barely hear her through my shock.
"Yeah." The rest of the way was filled with laughing and jokes. Then we got home…
I walked into my apartment and threw my bag on the couch, Francie doing the same.
"So what do you…" I stopped when I saw a white piece of paper on the couch next to my bag.
"Syd? What's wrong?" Francie followed me and sat down next to me as I opened the paper.
Sydney,
Warehouse on Miller Drive. 8:00 Saturday. Alone. Will Tippin here.
A Friend LB
"Oh my god." Francie took the note from me. "Sydney this is really spooky."
I just sat there. 8:00 was in two hours. I knew who I should call, but what am I supposed to say to Francie? Am I supposed to just leave her here and tell her to be careful? Good plan.
"I gotta make a phone call." I stood up and when Francie made to get up I stopped her. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
"Syd, are you calling the police or…"
"No. Someone else. France, you just gotta trust me on this one." I try to make it sound like joke, but instead I moved to the phone and dialed.
~~~You need me like I need you
We can share our dreams coming true
I can show you what true love means
Just take me hand, baby please...~~~
Vaughn's POV
"Kenny!" I yelled to my 'little brother'. In reality he is the same size as me, it's just that he is younger and all that shit.
"What?" He called back. By now I should say that I was in the kitchen and he was in the living room.
"You didn't invite anyone else did you?" I asked. Tonight was gonna be a 'brother night' so naturally Kenneth would invite someone.
"Nope. Just you and me bro." I heard him rummaging through something.
"I'm cooking, so what the hell are you doing?" I heard more rummaging then footsteps.
"Movie." He held up 'Memento' the DVD version. I nodded and he sat at the table. "What are you making?"
I held up a taco shell and he laughed. "The only thing I can make." I watch as he grabbed the phone that had just started ringing.
"Hello" He said into the receiver. "Yeah… he's right here… hold on." Handing the cordless phone to me he told me. "It's a girl named Sydney. Sounds urgent."
I nodded and started to get worried. "Sydney? (Yeah, hi, am I interrupting anything?) No. (Good, I just need to talk.) What's the matter? (Can we meet in the usual place?) Yeah. (Who answered the phone?) My brother. (Ok. Meet me. Ten minutes?) Ten minutes. (I'm sorry to call you, but being that you're the only one I can tell…) It's nothing. You know that you- (Have your number. I know.) I'll see you in ten minutes. (Ten minutes.) Bye. (Bye.)" I hung up and looked toward Kenneth. "That was…"
"Sydney." He finished. "I'm coming too." I shook my head, no, but he didn't give up. He never does. "I'm coming and you are going to fill me in about her along the way."
"I regret the day I told you of my CIA life." We laughed and grabbed our jackets.
"The one thing you gotta know is that I love her and I haven't told her yet." I pushed him out the door.
Ten minutes later I am waiting for Sydney while explaining me and her to Kenneth. The only thing I didn't tell him was how dad died.
I heard the gate opening so I jumped off the table that I had been sitting on. Sydney walked in and immediately I see her friend… I think it's Francie… behind her.
"What's going on?" I asked her giving her a confused look. (or at least I hope it looked that way.)
"I had to bring her, she wouldn't let up." Sydney pointed to a chair and looked at Francie. "Sit and don't ask questions. I'll answer all of them later."
"Sydney what is going…" I saw her notice Kenneth and the look in his eyes turned to shock. "Aren't you the guy I might the other night?" He nodded.
"You two met?" I sounded and looked so damn surprised.
"Yeah." Sydney answered. "Let them talk, I need to talk to you." She pulled my arm and we walked deeper into the warehouse.
"You knew that they met?" I still had this shocked look on my face.
"She told me a few hours ago. All she said was that she met Kenneth Vaughn and with the information she told me it didn't take long to put two and two together." She shot out.
"What happened that made you call me?" I asked putting my hands on her shoulders.
She explained about the note and I already knew about the plane ticket.
"God, I feel like I did when Danny died, just so damn helpless and…" I watched the look in her eyes go from fear to a light bulb like she had just thought of something. "Hold on."
I followed her back to Francie and Kenneth.
"Francie!" Sydney called. Francie stopped her conversation with my brother and looked toward Sydney. "I am going to ask you a question and I want you to tell me the truth. Okay?"
"Yeah sure Syd."
"Did Will ever give up that story on Danny?" I registered to the question and stared at Sydney.
Francie just sat there. That was the only answer that we needed.
"Do you think it was…"
I stopped her. "No. SD-6 wouldn't have left you that note. You know that. They would have just killed him."
Sydney sighs and Francie looks shocked.
"Sydney. That is it. I have been patient long enough with the whole Will and SD-6 crap. You are going to tell me what is going on right now." She snapped.
So we explained…
"I don't like this." I said as Sydney steered the car onto one of the main streets, heading toward Miller Drive.
"What don't you like about it? I came up with it and you agreed." She risked a glance at me.
"I don't like that fact that they are coming." I gestured to the backseat.
"Hey! We are trying to help." Kenneth could be so damn stubborn. He takes after dad.
"I don't care what you are trying to do. You guys could get hurt or worse killed." I argued with him.
"Didn't stop dad and it's not stopping you." I heard him mutter.
"You know what? Dad was trained and so am I. He knew what the hell he was doing." I turned in my seat so that I could see him better. "Not his fault someone killed him."
Sydney flinched. Thing was, Kenneth noticed. "There's something more. Something both of you are not telling us." His eyes flashed in… something, anger, confusion.
I sighed and turned back toward the windshield. I felt Sydney glancing at me every few seconds and I looked at her.
"Michael." Kenneth snapped.
"I don't think that this is the time…"
"No, now is the perfect time." I'm surprised her didn't say 'that's final' at the end of his sentence.
Sydney nodded and looked back toward the road. "Make it quick. Were almost there." That's not the only reason I wanna make it quick.
"You sure you wanna know?" He nods so I tell him. "Sydney's mom… Laura… she worked for the KGB… she got orders in her books and on of them… one of them was to kill... to kill dad." I finished and looked out the passenger window.
"Oh my god." I hear him whisper.
The rest of the ride was silent.
"I don't like this." I repeated my earlier comment.
"Neither do I." Sydney whispered looking back toward the car where Francie and Kenneth were waiting if we needed help.
"So why the hell are we doing this?" I ask confused at how the hell she was so calm and worried at the same time.
"Because my best friend is in danger and I will do anything to save him." She looks at me as we enter the warehouse. "Will's been there for me. As much as you have."
The floor creaked as we entered and walked further and further in. Then we heard a groan coming from the back.
Making our way to the sound I held her hand tightly. I couldn't tell if she was pulling me closer or if I was pulling her. All I do know is that the moment we saw Will strapped in the lonely chair Sydney let go of me and rushed to untie him.
"I wouldn't do that." A voice said through the darkness.
Sydney had gotten the blindfold off of Will and he stared at her then at me. She straightened up at the sound of the voice and I quickly walked over to her and Will, not taking my eyes off the silhouette of the person who had commented.
"Who are you?" Sydney asked. The woman who had been speaking stepped forward into the light. All our faces (besides hers) showed the shock. "Mom?"
~~~I'll be the one (I'll be the one)
Who will make all your sorrows undone
I'll be the light (I'll be the light)
When you feel like there's nowhere to run
I'll be the one~~~