This is the 4th chapter in my first Alias series, a continuing series.
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Sydney put one foot down on LA grounds and her other foot dawdled on the stairs to the plane. She froze. She was back now, and this would mean more lies to Sloane, and more lies to Francie. She stood still for a moment, before a man rudely shoved her in the back.
"Move along lady, this aint no loading zone"
She simply glared at him, and began walking to collect her luggage.
The plane trip had been tormenting. She practically had to be prised away from Vaughn's arms. When she had been seated 4 rows behind from him, she couldn't stop looking at him. It had practically broken her heart not to be able to talk to him. She made several visits to the loo though, so that she could casually brush past him and give him a nervous, yet loving smile.
Jack was at the back of the plane, and did not like this. But he had closed his eyes and simply tried to ignore it.
'Let her have a bit of happiness, Jack' said his inner voice.
Jack had gritted his teeth, and dug his fingernails into the arm rests. He knew what he would have to do eventually, and it wasn't going to be easy. No doubt, Sydney would hate him. But it's better that she hate him and be alive, than not be alive at all, right?
Now Sydney collected the supplied car and made the slow drive home. Peak hour traffic, was going to be her death one day, she thought. At least it gave her time to think up a believeable story about where she and Will had been to Francie. Or rather, maybe she'd just leave Will to himself. He was a big boy, and didnt need her.
Will was being taken to CIA headquarters, to get properly made up and to be taught a decent story, if he was not capable of thinking up one himself. They were deciding what they were going to do with him. Devlin, who was beginning to go soft, was swaying between witness protection and recruitment. At least termination was out of the question.
Sydney stopped at the front door of her apartment. She hesitated as she pushed the key in the hole and turned it. Would Francie be panicking because she had been gone 4 days without notice? Or would she have assumed it was another business trip. She hoped it was the second one, since it involved less explaining and less worry.
Opening the door, Sydney waited for any sign of life. Nope, no welcoming committee. She made a sigh of relief as she realised Francie must be out, maybe at work. That meant she had a little time just to flop on her bed, and think.
....The other side of LA....
Jack had taken both Will and Vaughn home in his car, since Vaughn's apartment was on the way to the CIA headquarters. There hadn't been much discussion whilst in the car, and you could have sliced the tension with a knife.
Will was angrilly seated next to Vaughn, and thinking evil thoughts, yet again. Although he had made up with Sydney, he couldn't help the jealousy he felt. He kept glancing sideaways at Vaughn, trying to see what Sydney could see in him. He couldn't wait for the man to get out of the car, and never come back.
His wish came true, or at least the getting out of the car part. Jack pulled in front of an apartment which was a street Will had been to before because a friend lived down the road.
Jack and Vaughn both got out of the car. Jack said something that Will could not make out, to Vaughn, and then Vaughn hurried away. You could see his face just enough to tell he wasn't a happy chappy.
Will smiled to himself. He made a mental note of where he was, just in case Vaughn's address came of use to him later. Yes, maybe it would be of use... later.
((Arghhhh what is Will thinking? What did Jack say to Vaughn?? I promise the next chapter will reveal most, and the story will really get going then!))
Sydney put one foot down on LA grounds and her other foot dawdled on the stairs to the plane. She froze. She was back now, and this would mean more lies to Sloane, and more lies to Francie. She stood still for a moment, before a man rudely shoved her in the back.
"Move along lady, this aint no loading zone"
She simply glared at him, and began walking to collect her luggage.
The plane trip had been tormenting. She practically had to be prised away from Vaughn's arms. When she had been seated 4 rows behind from him, she couldn't stop looking at him. It had practically broken her heart not to be able to talk to him. She made several visits to the loo though, so that she could casually brush past him and give him a nervous, yet loving smile.
Jack was at the back of the plane, and did not like this. But he had closed his eyes and simply tried to ignore it.
'Let her have a bit of happiness, Jack' said his inner voice.
Jack had gritted his teeth, and dug his fingernails into the arm rests. He knew what he would have to do eventually, and it wasn't going to be easy. No doubt, Sydney would hate him. But it's better that she hate him and be alive, than not be alive at all, right?
Now Sydney collected the supplied car and made the slow drive home. Peak hour traffic, was going to be her death one day, she thought. At least it gave her time to think up a believeable story about where she and Will had been to Francie. Or rather, maybe she'd just leave Will to himself. He was a big boy, and didnt need her.
Will was being taken to CIA headquarters, to get properly made up and to be taught a decent story, if he was not capable of thinking up one himself. They were deciding what they were going to do with him. Devlin, who was beginning to go soft, was swaying between witness protection and recruitment. At least termination was out of the question.
Sydney stopped at the front door of her apartment. She hesitated as she pushed the key in the hole and turned it. Would Francie be panicking because she had been gone 4 days without notice? Or would she have assumed it was another business trip. She hoped it was the second one, since it involved less explaining and less worry.
Opening the door, Sydney waited for any sign of life. Nope, no welcoming committee. She made a sigh of relief as she realised Francie must be out, maybe at work. That meant she had a little time just to flop on her bed, and think.
....The other side of LA....
Jack had taken both Will and Vaughn home in his car, since Vaughn's apartment was on the way to the CIA headquarters. There hadn't been much discussion whilst in the car, and you could have sliced the tension with a knife.
Will was angrilly seated next to Vaughn, and thinking evil thoughts, yet again. Although he had made up with Sydney, he couldn't help the jealousy he felt. He kept glancing sideaways at Vaughn, trying to see what Sydney could see in him. He couldn't wait for the man to get out of the car, and never come back.
His wish came true, or at least the getting out of the car part. Jack pulled in front of an apartment which was a street Will had been to before because a friend lived down the road.
Jack and Vaughn both got out of the car. Jack said something that Will could not make out, to Vaughn, and then Vaughn hurried away. You could see his face just enough to tell he wasn't a happy chappy.
Will smiled to himself. He made a mental note of where he was, just in case Vaughn's address came of use to him later. Yes, maybe it would be of use... later.
((Arghhhh what is Will thinking? What did Jack say to Vaughn?? I promise the next chapter will reveal most, and the story will really get going then!))