1 "Freedom of Forgiveness"
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but if JJ wanted to will it to me, I'd take it!
[Thoughts are in brackets, sorry I haven't figured out how to get the "Italics" to transfer over]
"Oh I'm sorry sweety, I'm Michelle Vaughn… Michael's mother."
SCENE 3
[Brain freeze… Michael?…MY Michael? Michael's MOTHER!?! Wait a minute, Michael? No, Vaughn… VAUGHN's mother!!! Widow of the man MY mother killed… panic… what do I do? What do I say? Who should I be?… calm, Syd, be calm…and SWEET… that's it, be Sweet Sydney… 1,2,3, and action!]
Sydney's eyes were practically popping out of her head. She recovered from her shock by tucking her hair behind her ear, and slapping on that innocent, college girl smile, dimples and all. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know…"
"No reason to be sorry…"
[Yeah, no reason, well except for the fact that MY MOTHER KILLED YOUR HUSBAND!!!]
"Of course you didn't know, don't give it a second thought." There was a slight sadness in the sweetness of her voice, an understanding. Sydney felt like she was actually talking to Vaughn, rather than to his mother.
[Hmm, don't give WHAT a second thought?]
"Anyway, I didn't to wake you, but you've slept the day away, which is completely understandable, I just didn't want you to starve to death, Mikey would never forgive me!"
[Mikey!?!]
"So I brought you up a tray," Sydney looked in awe at the feast awaiting her on the tray Michelle set on the table next to her: quiche, sliced melons, sliced homemade bread, some sort of pastry, ice water, a tea pot of steaming liquid, several different flavors of tea! [is she Michelle, or Martha?]
"And right through that door," Sydney looked in the direction her host was pointing, "is a bathroom, there's all sort's of soaps and salts so feel free to just soak as long as you want, and I know you must be completely exhausted so just go right back to bed, and we can get better acquainted tomorrow, you know, make sure you see all of Mikey's most embarrassing pictures and such!"
By the end of the speech Sydney was smiling from ear to ear [I gave Vaughn far too much credit, SHE is the original Guardian Angel; a feast, a bath, and black mail pictures of my boss, what more could a girl ask for!?!]
"I'm speechless Mrs.Vaughn…"
"Oh, call me Michelle please! I can't have my son's favorite co-worker, thinking I'm a snob!"
[His favorite co-worker? She knows what I do, how MUCH does she know? Should I play dumb? Well at least be polite Syd, she COULD be your future mother-in… whoa! Where'd that come from…just be nice, okay? OK!]
"Michelle… thank you… for the food… the bath… I… I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but thank you…"
"OH! I almost forgot," Michelle reached into her pocket and handed Sydney a folded piece of paper, "Michael left this for you. Well, I'll let you rest now, holler if I can get you anything." She had almost shut the door, when she popped her head back in to add, "Oh and I put some of Melonie's clothes out for you, I think you're about the same size. If you leave yours out where I can get to them I'll make sure they get washed, well good night…"
Sydney had sat stunned, and a bit confused, realizing she hadn't said much, she spoke up. "Michelle!?! What day is it?"
"Friday," Michelle opened the door a bit more, and leaned on the doorframe. "Sydney, I know you must be overwhelmed, and confused, but don't worry, you're safe here, just relax and make yourself at home, I'll see you in the morning."
She had the same effect on Sydney as Michael did, she realized that in reality she probably was far from safe, but her heart told her she was, safe and cared for. And something else, something she couldn't place, something she's never felt before, something so foreign that she couldn't even describe it.
"Thanks again"
"Anytime Sydney, Goodnight," with a reassuring smile, she shut the door.
Sydney sat staring, at nothing. [So that's what a mother is like…] Emily was the closest thing she ever had to a mother, which wasn't saying much. [Don't think right now Sydney, you're too exhausted to do it correctly, food, you need food] As she moved to get up she remembered the piece of paper in her hands. She opened it up, smiling at the familiar handwriting.
S-
Sorry to leave you here, went back to sort things out.
You're at my mother's B&B, on Lake Tahoe
You'll be safe here, relax and enjoy yourself. I'll be in touch
-V
Syd smiled as she looked at the tray of food, and thought of the angel who had delivered it, "Enjoy myself…don't worry MIKEY, I definitely will!"
TBC
Disclaimer: don't own ALIAS, but if JJ wanted to will it to me, I'd take it!
[Thoughts are in brackets, sorry I haven't figured out how to get the "Italics" to transfer over]
"Oh I'm sorry sweety, I'm Michelle Vaughn… Michael's mother."
SCENE 3
[Brain freeze… Michael?…MY Michael? Michael's MOTHER!?! Wait a minute, Michael? No, Vaughn… VAUGHN's mother!!! Widow of the man MY mother killed… panic… what do I do? What do I say? Who should I be?… calm, Syd, be calm…and SWEET… that's it, be Sweet Sydney… 1,2,3, and action!]
Sydney's eyes were practically popping out of her head. She recovered from her shock by tucking her hair behind her ear, and slapping on that innocent, college girl smile, dimples and all. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know…"
"No reason to be sorry…"
[Yeah, no reason, well except for the fact that MY MOTHER KILLED YOUR HUSBAND!!!]
"Of course you didn't know, don't give it a second thought." There was a slight sadness in the sweetness of her voice, an understanding. Sydney felt like she was actually talking to Vaughn, rather than to his mother.
[Hmm, don't give WHAT a second thought?]
"Anyway, I didn't to wake you, but you've slept the day away, which is completely understandable, I just didn't want you to starve to death, Mikey would never forgive me!"
[Mikey!?!]
"So I brought you up a tray," Sydney looked in awe at the feast awaiting her on the tray Michelle set on the table next to her: quiche, sliced melons, sliced homemade bread, some sort of pastry, ice water, a tea pot of steaming liquid, several different flavors of tea! [is she Michelle, or Martha?]
"And right through that door," Sydney looked in the direction her host was pointing, "is a bathroom, there's all sort's of soaps and salts so feel free to just soak as long as you want, and I know you must be completely exhausted so just go right back to bed, and we can get better acquainted tomorrow, you know, make sure you see all of Mikey's most embarrassing pictures and such!"
By the end of the speech Sydney was smiling from ear to ear [I gave Vaughn far too much credit, SHE is the original Guardian Angel; a feast, a bath, and black mail pictures of my boss, what more could a girl ask for!?!]
"I'm speechless Mrs.Vaughn…"
"Oh, call me Michelle please! I can't have my son's favorite co-worker, thinking I'm a snob!"
[His favorite co-worker? She knows what I do, how MUCH does she know? Should I play dumb? Well at least be polite Syd, she COULD be your future mother-in… whoa! Where'd that come from…just be nice, okay? OK!]
"Michelle… thank you… for the food… the bath… I… I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but thank you…"
"OH! I almost forgot," Michelle reached into her pocket and handed Sydney a folded piece of paper, "Michael left this for you. Well, I'll let you rest now, holler if I can get you anything." She had almost shut the door, when she popped her head back in to add, "Oh and I put some of Melonie's clothes out for you, I think you're about the same size. If you leave yours out where I can get to them I'll make sure they get washed, well good night…"
Sydney had sat stunned, and a bit confused, realizing she hadn't said much, she spoke up. "Michelle!?! What day is it?"
"Friday," Michelle opened the door a bit more, and leaned on the doorframe. "Sydney, I know you must be overwhelmed, and confused, but don't worry, you're safe here, just relax and make yourself at home, I'll see you in the morning."
She had the same effect on Sydney as Michael did, she realized that in reality she probably was far from safe, but her heart told her she was, safe and cared for. And something else, something she couldn't place, something she's never felt before, something so foreign that she couldn't even describe it.
"Thanks again"
"Anytime Sydney, Goodnight," with a reassuring smile, she shut the door.
Sydney sat staring, at nothing. [So that's what a mother is like…] Emily was the closest thing she ever had to a mother, which wasn't saying much. [Don't think right now Sydney, you're too exhausted to do it correctly, food, you need food] As she moved to get up she remembered the piece of paper in her hands. She opened it up, smiling at the familiar handwriting.
S-
Sorry to leave you here, went back to sort things out.
You're at my mother's B&B, on Lake Tahoe
You'll be safe here, relax and enjoy yourself. I'll be in touch
-V
Syd smiled as she looked at the tray of food, and thought of the angel who had delivered it, "Enjoy myself…don't worry MIKEY, I definitely will!"
TBC