Disclaimer- Not mine. Neither are the Reds or Mets. But they we're playing
when I wrote this back in like August or July. So I added them in.
Author's Note- This is it. The last chapter. Yeah, to all the people who read, and responded, there will be a sequel. But I am begging to respond. Really. Please.
Chapter Seventeen
Mockingbird
"Come on in Syd! How do you feel?" Vaughn said, smiling at her.
"I feel fine. How do you feel?" she asked, sitting on the side of his bed.
"Better, the game is tied at zero-zero, which means my teams not losing," he said, giving her another devilish grin.
"You like the Reds? Didn't picture you as the Midwestern fan," Sydney said, wilting at his smile and innocently flirting with him.
"No, the Mets," he answered before turning the television off.
"So, you probably have some questions, don't you?"
"Yeah. Where are we? I doubt this is your house, it's very manly."
"Why do you say that?" Sydney said, looking around. The house seemed completely normal to her.
"There's twenty-seven different sports channels on here. I don't think you like sports that much," he said, pointing at the now dark screen of the television.
'Yeah, I don't. This isn't my house, it's Alex's," she started. She was almost afraid to explain the rest to Vaughn.
"Alex who?"
"Alex Sark."
"Sark? Why are we in his house? Are we being held here?" he said, struggling to get out of bed. Sydney pushed him back down easily.
"No. He came and found us at your house. The Man put out a hit for you last night. Your house was filled with cyanide. We we're all unconscious, but he found us and brought us here. He's nursed us back to health."
"Who's we? And why is Sark suddenly an angel?" he asked, slightly worried. Had she fallen for Sark?
"We is you, me, and my mom. She found out about the hit and was going to help me get you. Alex, rescued us. He's not evil. In fact he's my half- brother," Sydney said, smiling nervously.
"Your half-brother? Yeah right," he exclaimed skeptically.
"He is. Now I'll explain the rest later. You need to rest. You want me to read to you or something?" Sydney asked, looking around for a book. Her eyes landed on To Kill A Mockingbird.
"Sure, what do you suppose we read? Sports Illustrated? GQ?"
"How about the timeless classic about Scout and Jem?" Sydney asked, holding up the book.
"Sure, I never really got the book."
"Well, I've done about a hundred analyses of it. I'll read to you and explain it."
She sat down and began to read. Soon they were enchanted by the tale of Tom Robinson's fate and Atticus Finch's determination. Vaughn slowly began to close his eyes, and Sydney nodded off soon thereafter.
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"You remember?" Vaughn asked setting down the book. Sydney shook her head. She could remember most things, but why couldn't she remember her own husband?
And that is the end. All done. Except for the sequel. It's all written out. It's a lot better than this. This was basically learning how I write. The sequel, Jogging In Place will be out soon. Look for it. And please, I beg you. Respond.
Author's Note- This is it. The last chapter. Yeah, to all the people who read, and responded, there will be a sequel. But I am begging to respond. Really. Please.
Chapter Seventeen
Mockingbird
"Come on in Syd! How do you feel?" Vaughn said, smiling at her.
"I feel fine. How do you feel?" she asked, sitting on the side of his bed.
"Better, the game is tied at zero-zero, which means my teams not losing," he said, giving her another devilish grin.
"You like the Reds? Didn't picture you as the Midwestern fan," Sydney said, wilting at his smile and innocently flirting with him.
"No, the Mets," he answered before turning the television off.
"So, you probably have some questions, don't you?"
"Yeah. Where are we? I doubt this is your house, it's very manly."
"Why do you say that?" Sydney said, looking around. The house seemed completely normal to her.
"There's twenty-seven different sports channels on here. I don't think you like sports that much," he said, pointing at the now dark screen of the television.
'Yeah, I don't. This isn't my house, it's Alex's," she started. She was almost afraid to explain the rest to Vaughn.
"Alex who?"
"Alex Sark."
"Sark? Why are we in his house? Are we being held here?" he said, struggling to get out of bed. Sydney pushed him back down easily.
"No. He came and found us at your house. The Man put out a hit for you last night. Your house was filled with cyanide. We we're all unconscious, but he found us and brought us here. He's nursed us back to health."
"Who's we? And why is Sark suddenly an angel?" he asked, slightly worried. Had she fallen for Sark?
"We is you, me, and my mom. She found out about the hit and was going to help me get you. Alex, rescued us. He's not evil. In fact he's my half- brother," Sydney said, smiling nervously.
"Your half-brother? Yeah right," he exclaimed skeptically.
"He is. Now I'll explain the rest later. You need to rest. You want me to read to you or something?" Sydney asked, looking around for a book. Her eyes landed on To Kill A Mockingbird.
"Sure, what do you suppose we read? Sports Illustrated? GQ?"
"How about the timeless classic about Scout and Jem?" Sydney asked, holding up the book.
"Sure, I never really got the book."
"Well, I've done about a hundred analyses of it. I'll read to you and explain it."
She sat down and began to read. Soon they were enchanted by the tale of Tom Robinson's fate and Atticus Finch's determination. Vaughn slowly began to close his eyes, and Sydney nodded off soon thereafter.
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"You remember?" Vaughn asked setting down the book. Sydney shook her head. She could remember most things, but why couldn't she remember her own husband?
And that is the end. All done. Except for the sequel. It's all written out. It's a lot better than this. This was basically learning how I write. The sequel, Jogging In Place will be out soon. Look for it. And please, I beg you. Respond.