Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, except for Celia. If you're
interested in the other ones, talk to J.J. Abrams.
Summary: As fresh recruits into the CIA in 1995, Weiss convinces Vaughn to see a psychic…what will his future hold?
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~~What The Future Holds~~
Eric Weiss eagerly nudged Michael Vaughn through the red velvet curtain. He stubbornly stumbled into a small, dimly lit room that was decorated in velvet and silk and garnished with incense.
"I can't believe I let you bring me here," he sighed, taking in his surroundings.
"Calm down man," Weiss replied.
Vaughn plopped down into a worn silk bean bag behind a small round table that was close to the floor. The only thing taking up space on the table was a large crystal ball in the very center.
Weiss slapped Vaughn on the back. "She'll be here in a sec Mike, I'm just going to wait outside," he told his friend. Sensing Vaughn's skepticism, he added, "This will be a great way to see how you're going to do in the CIA. And even if you don't believe Celia, it's still going to be fun. So relax!" he admonished before leaving Vaughn alone in the room.
It was 1995. Vaughn and Weiss, buddies that were fresh out of college, had just been recruited by the CIA. The next week was going to be their first one on the job. An ongoing joke they had between them was that Weiss saw a psychic named Celia every month to see what the next month had to bring him. Vaughn, of course, thought psychic readings were loads of bull, and teased Weiss the first day of every month when he left to "uncover his future."
But Vaughn was nervous about being in the CIA. So he very reluctantly had been coerced into seeing Celia, just for kicks at the least. Maybe – just maybe – she would have something interesting to say about his future with the CIA.
"God, Weiss must have gotten me so wasted," he thought. Vaughn shifted in the bean bag, trying to find a comfortable way to sit on the lumpy mound.
Just then, a short woman with raven colored hair entered the room. She was decked out in intricately decorated saris and hippie jewelry. Her hair was long and flowed down her back. She looked to be about forty. Her piercingly blue eyes scanned the room, finally resting on Vaughn.
"Hello, I'm Celia," she smiled, swiftly easing into her purple bean bag.
"Michael Vaughn," he replied professionally.
Celia shook her arms out before resting them on her crossed legs. She tilted her head upward and closed her eyes, rolling her neck back and forth in front of her. Then she opened her vibrant blue eyes and looked directly at Vaughn.
"Lay your palms upward on the table," she ordered gently. He did as told. "Let's see what your future holds," Celia smiled mischievously as she grasped his hands.
TBC…
So where do you think this should go? Review and tell me!
~Shade
Summary: As fresh recruits into the CIA in 1995, Weiss convinces Vaughn to see a psychic…what will his future hold?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~What The Future Holds~~
Eric Weiss eagerly nudged Michael Vaughn through the red velvet curtain. He stubbornly stumbled into a small, dimly lit room that was decorated in velvet and silk and garnished with incense.
"I can't believe I let you bring me here," he sighed, taking in his surroundings.
"Calm down man," Weiss replied.
Vaughn plopped down into a worn silk bean bag behind a small round table that was close to the floor. The only thing taking up space on the table was a large crystal ball in the very center.
Weiss slapped Vaughn on the back. "She'll be here in a sec Mike, I'm just going to wait outside," he told his friend. Sensing Vaughn's skepticism, he added, "This will be a great way to see how you're going to do in the CIA. And even if you don't believe Celia, it's still going to be fun. So relax!" he admonished before leaving Vaughn alone in the room.
It was 1995. Vaughn and Weiss, buddies that were fresh out of college, had just been recruited by the CIA. The next week was going to be their first one on the job. An ongoing joke they had between them was that Weiss saw a psychic named Celia every month to see what the next month had to bring him. Vaughn, of course, thought psychic readings were loads of bull, and teased Weiss the first day of every month when he left to "uncover his future."
But Vaughn was nervous about being in the CIA. So he very reluctantly had been coerced into seeing Celia, just for kicks at the least. Maybe – just maybe – she would have something interesting to say about his future with the CIA.
"God, Weiss must have gotten me so wasted," he thought. Vaughn shifted in the bean bag, trying to find a comfortable way to sit on the lumpy mound.
Just then, a short woman with raven colored hair entered the room. She was decked out in intricately decorated saris and hippie jewelry. Her hair was long and flowed down her back. She looked to be about forty. Her piercingly blue eyes scanned the room, finally resting on Vaughn.
"Hello, I'm Celia," she smiled, swiftly easing into her purple bean bag.
"Michael Vaughn," he replied professionally.
Celia shook her arms out before resting them on her crossed legs. She tilted her head upward and closed her eyes, rolling her neck back and forth in front of her. Then she opened her vibrant blue eyes and looked directly at Vaughn.
"Lay your palms upward on the table," she ordered gently. He did as told. "Let's see what your future holds," Celia smiled mischievously as she grasped his hands.
TBC…
So where do you think this should go? Review and tell me!
~Shade