Thanks so much for all the wonderful feedback guys! Im sorry to keep you
waiting, but I told you I wouldnt update til July 28th. Anyway, hmmm,
looking at your emails and reviews, I can see who your favourites are and
who you hate.. awww, all of you think Will's the big bad wolf? Well..
actually, I suppose you're right! And just to clear something up, Jack was
hypnotised by Laura/Irina. That is why he is doing all this bad stuff,
including hypnotising Vaughn. Anyway, enjoy!
Jack Bristow sat in his arm chair, twitching. His nerves and his emotions had made him feel uneasy and he was struggling to control himself. All he could do was sit, and try to think about nothing. The pain felt like a million needles were being stuck into his heart. He knew nothing was happening to him physically but he was terrified of what was happening to him mentally and emotionally. He remembered what he'd done today. He'd gone up to Sydney's handler, Agent Vaughn, and made him forget his love for Sydney.
'What a horrible thing to do, Jack!' he told himself.
The voices inside his head were screaming at each other. Some were saying 'You did just what you were supposed to' and others were telling him 'No Jack, don't do it. Dont hurt Sydney'
He was having a nervous breakdown, he convinced himself, or maybe one of those midlife crisises. He probably needed a change of career. He laughed to himself, 'I cant be a CIA agent when Im 90'
He inched closer to the phone. 'Ill ring Barnett and she'll give me some medication. Im under too much work stress.' He told himself, over and over again. Everything would be okay, and the pain would go away soon.
But he didn't make it. He collapsed back in to his chair.
.....Vaughn and Sydney at the warehouse....
She wasn't moving. She was unbearably angry.
"Why would he do this to me?" Tears were streaming down her face. And she thought she had begun to feel closer to her father, like they were making a connection. "How could he do this to me!!"
Vaughn sympathised with her, but remained quiet. He didn't want to frighten Sydney too much with what he had to say about Jack. He didn't really know what to say to Sydney. "Your father is a beast" might backfire on him. He settled for plotting what he'd say to Jack in his head.
He pulled Sydney on to his lap. She snuggled into him and clinged to him tightly. She wasn't letting him go. He gently lifted her chin so they were eye to eye.
"I love you Sydney" he smiled, forgetting Jack. "And no one could ever make me forget that"
Sydney cleared her thoughts of her father aswell and smiled at him. She had Vaughn, and her had her. That was all that mattered for now. She rested her head against his shoulder, and with that, dozed off to sleep.
Vaughn gazed at his sleeping beauty, just amazingly happy to be holding her again.
.....Sloane's Office.....
Sloane sat at his desk and was reading some memos when a messenger brought in the morning paper. They always got it alot earlier than other people, since the newspaper press was only a block away.
He looked forward to see how much his stocks had raised, not that he needed any extra money. The sale of the last recovered artifact had been worth a whopping 6 billion.
He smiled at the messenger and took the paper from it. He unfolded it, still smiling and said "Thank you". His frown disappeared as he read the cover story.
He stood up abruptly, his whole body shaking.
"You may leave!!" Sloane said to the messenger, he was simply standing there. "Get out!!" Sloane maniacally shoved the messenger out of the door.
His face writhed with anger, he turned to Jack Bristow who had just entered the office.
"Jack" he began, his voice filled with wrath. "Have you read the paper?" Not waiting for Jack's answer, Sloane grabbed him briskly and motioned for him to come in. "Too bad. Maybe you wouldn't have come to work if you had."
Jack Bristow blindly followed Sloane in to the office. Sloane swiftly turned around, clenching his fists and glaring at Jack.
"You assured me that Mr Tippen would not be of any nuisance" Sloane snarled "You assured me he would not endanger this agency."
Jack gulped. So the article had been published. Damn you Tippen, he thought. His face remained expressionless as he listened to Sloane.
"Who knows what will happen to the agency now Jack!" growled Sloane. "But I know what will happen to you.."
He immediately reached for something under his desk. He pulled out a black shiny pistol and aimed it directly at Jack Bristow. But before Sloane had a chance to pull the trigger, Jack fell down in a heap on the floor.
Sloane edged forward, unsure of what had happened. He hadn't shot the gun yet.. he was sure of it.....
((A shortish chapter, but.. it needed to be here. For some reason I couldnt get Vaughn to say how angry he was with Jack out loud. At least not yet. It was just strange. Anyway.. hmmm, so the newspaper has been printed? How bad!))
Jack Bristow sat in his arm chair, twitching. His nerves and his emotions had made him feel uneasy and he was struggling to control himself. All he could do was sit, and try to think about nothing. The pain felt like a million needles were being stuck into his heart. He knew nothing was happening to him physically but he was terrified of what was happening to him mentally and emotionally. He remembered what he'd done today. He'd gone up to Sydney's handler, Agent Vaughn, and made him forget his love for Sydney.
'What a horrible thing to do, Jack!' he told himself.
The voices inside his head were screaming at each other. Some were saying 'You did just what you were supposed to' and others were telling him 'No Jack, don't do it. Dont hurt Sydney'
He was having a nervous breakdown, he convinced himself, or maybe one of those midlife crisises. He probably needed a change of career. He laughed to himself, 'I cant be a CIA agent when Im 90'
He inched closer to the phone. 'Ill ring Barnett and she'll give me some medication. Im under too much work stress.' He told himself, over and over again. Everything would be okay, and the pain would go away soon.
But he didn't make it. He collapsed back in to his chair.
.....Vaughn and Sydney at the warehouse....
She wasn't moving. She was unbearably angry.
"Why would he do this to me?" Tears were streaming down her face. And she thought she had begun to feel closer to her father, like they were making a connection. "How could he do this to me!!"
Vaughn sympathised with her, but remained quiet. He didn't want to frighten Sydney too much with what he had to say about Jack. He didn't really know what to say to Sydney. "Your father is a beast" might backfire on him. He settled for plotting what he'd say to Jack in his head.
He pulled Sydney on to his lap. She snuggled into him and clinged to him tightly. She wasn't letting him go. He gently lifted her chin so they were eye to eye.
"I love you Sydney" he smiled, forgetting Jack. "And no one could ever make me forget that"
Sydney cleared her thoughts of her father aswell and smiled at him. She had Vaughn, and her had her. That was all that mattered for now. She rested her head against his shoulder, and with that, dozed off to sleep.
Vaughn gazed at his sleeping beauty, just amazingly happy to be holding her again.
.....Sloane's Office.....
Sloane sat at his desk and was reading some memos when a messenger brought in the morning paper. They always got it alot earlier than other people, since the newspaper press was only a block away.
He looked forward to see how much his stocks had raised, not that he needed any extra money. The sale of the last recovered artifact had been worth a whopping 6 billion.
He smiled at the messenger and took the paper from it. He unfolded it, still smiling and said "Thank you". His frown disappeared as he read the cover story.
He stood up abruptly, his whole body shaking.
"You may leave!!" Sloane said to the messenger, he was simply standing there. "Get out!!" Sloane maniacally shoved the messenger out of the door.
His face writhed with anger, he turned to Jack Bristow who had just entered the office.
"Jack" he began, his voice filled with wrath. "Have you read the paper?" Not waiting for Jack's answer, Sloane grabbed him briskly and motioned for him to come in. "Too bad. Maybe you wouldn't have come to work if you had."
Jack Bristow blindly followed Sloane in to the office. Sloane swiftly turned around, clenching his fists and glaring at Jack.
"You assured me that Mr Tippen would not be of any nuisance" Sloane snarled "You assured me he would not endanger this agency."
Jack gulped. So the article had been published. Damn you Tippen, he thought. His face remained expressionless as he listened to Sloane.
"Who knows what will happen to the agency now Jack!" growled Sloane. "But I know what will happen to you.."
He immediately reached for something under his desk. He pulled out a black shiny pistol and aimed it directly at Jack Bristow. But before Sloane had a chance to pull the trigger, Jack fell down in a heap on the floor.
Sloane edged forward, unsure of what had happened. He hadn't shot the gun yet.. he was sure of it.....
((A shortish chapter, but.. it needed to be here. For some reason I couldnt get Vaughn to say how angry he was with Jack out loud. At least not yet. It was just strange. Anyway.. hmmm, so the newspaper has been printed? How bad!))