Emily has destroyed all sense I have left. I trust her observations. She
has no reason to dislike Will. She didn't even know he existed before an
hour ago. I know that Will used to want more. More than I could give him. I
tried to ignore it. That doesn't bother me. That's old news.
What worries me is that I didn't notice.
Didn't notice the jealousy or infatuated looks. They come back to me now. All my years of training and I can't even notice a few glances from one of my friends.
My only answer is that I've been away too long. I know all my training hasn't died. I noticed Emily's fingers twitching. I knew that she was either nervous, anticipating something, or worried. I opted for the worry.
I know that I've trained her well because she saw the look in my eyes.
I'm worried too.
Worried that my friends will reject Michael. Worried that Will won't forgive him for being my handler and for sending me away on dangerous missions. I know deep down in my heart that they will love him because I love him.
But I still worry.
He's fifteen minutes late. Typical of the CIA to keep him from something important. I hope he ran into Weiss. Michael missed him. I know all about the yo yo incident (which, by the way, could have prevented Emily from being born because of where the yo yo flew) and everything else he missed about Eric Weiss.
Emily and I can't stay in this bathroom forever. I realize I still haven't responded to her.
"Why does he look at you like Dad does?"
I know I can't bullshit her. I've never been able to.
"Will had a crush on me for a long time. He's just still in shock that I've come back. All his old emotions have resurfaced. I left before I could ever tell him to his face that I had never been romantically interested in him. I left while he was still in love with me."
"Was he jealous of Dad before you left?" Her question makes me think.
Yes, he was. Every time I mentioned Vaughn he got stiff.
"Yes. Your dad got to see the real me every time we met. Will saw an act I put on every day. He only got to see the real me when we were alone. I also confided in your dad, which made him even more jealous."
I think Emily believes me. I want to believe myself. It could be the truth. In all honesty I don't know what Will is feeling. I hope its somewhere along those lines.
"We need to go back. Francie's going to know something's up."
I nod, she's right. We're taking too long. We don't talk as she slides in first. I need to say something.
"I love the bathroom Francie. It's so different from any one I've ever been in." Emily says. I'm glad she said it. It would have been a lie coming from me. I've seen too many bathrooms in too many countries.
Oh. God.
Breathe. Smile. Get up.
I'm just walking over to my husband. Why does it feel so odd?
Francie and Will have never seen us together. They don't know how we act around one another.
I know he can feel my tension as we hug. He holds on longer and whispers in my ear.
"What's wrong?" I shake it off.
"Its nothing. Stressful day. Lots of questions and lots of answers." My plastic smile takes over for a minute as he lets go. His eyebrows go up. "Not now. I'll tell you tonight. Promise."
He smiles and kisses me. "I missed you today. That old place brought back some memories. Devlin was happy to see me, if you can imagine that. Now, will you take off that fake smile and show me where your friends are?"
His directness makes me laugh. "Ready are we?"
"Lets just say I've been preparing. Oh, by the way, Weiss wants to meet up with us later this week. I just hope he dosn't follow his old rules. Drink now, spew later."
Still laughing I take his hand and lead him over to the table. Francie and Will are trying to make it look like they weren't watching us.
"Francie, Will, this is my husband, Michael. He just got back from talking to the director. Michael this is Francie. I think you've met Will."
Francie stands up and hugs him. "I'm so glad Sydney found someone to love. You look like you belong together." My blush is nothing compared to his. I feel like I'm introducing my first boyfriend to my dad.
Wait. Never mind. That was much worse.
After kissing Emily hello Michael gets a chair so he can sit at the end of the booth. He's sitting near Francie and I. Will has his face carefully masked. Emily's fingers are twitching underneath the table.
He must have shown jealousy. It won't take much to set him off. I hope Michael can tell.
I don't want to lose his friendship.
***Authors Note: For all of those who love Jack Bristow, he will be entering the picture. Maybe not in the next chapter, but in the near future. You don't think I'd mention him and not have an appearance? I'd realllly like a lot of feedback! Even if you're a mean critic, please tell me what I'm doing wrong! Thanks, *Duck
What worries me is that I didn't notice.
Didn't notice the jealousy or infatuated looks. They come back to me now. All my years of training and I can't even notice a few glances from one of my friends.
My only answer is that I've been away too long. I know all my training hasn't died. I noticed Emily's fingers twitching. I knew that she was either nervous, anticipating something, or worried. I opted for the worry.
I know that I've trained her well because she saw the look in my eyes.
I'm worried too.
Worried that my friends will reject Michael. Worried that Will won't forgive him for being my handler and for sending me away on dangerous missions. I know deep down in my heart that they will love him because I love him.
But I still worry.
He's fifteen minutes late. Typical of the CIA to keep him from something important. I hope he ran into Weiss. Michael missed him. I know all about the yo yo incident (which, by the way, could have prevented Emily from being born because of where the yo yo flew) and everything else he missed about Eric Weiss.
Emily and I can't stay in this bathroom forever. I realize I still haven't responded to her.
"Why does he look at you like Dad does?"
I know I can't bullshit her. I've never been able to.
"Will had a crush on me for a long time. He's just still in shock that I've come back. All his old emotions have resurfaced. I left before I could ever tell him to his face that I had never been romantically interested in him. I left while he was still in love with me."
"Was he jealous of Dad before you left?" Her question makes me think.
Yes, he was. Every time I mentioned Vaughn he got stiff.
"Yes. Your dad got to see the real me every time we met. Will saw an act I put on every day. He only got to see the real me when we were alone. I also confided in your dad, which made him even more jealous."
I think Emily believes me. I want to believe myself. It could be the truth. In all honesty I don't know what Will is feeling. I hope its somewhere along those lines.
"We need to go back. Francie's going to know something's up."
I nod, she's right. We're taking too long. We don't talk as she slides in first. I need to say something.
"I love the bathroom Francie. It's so different from any one I've ever been in." Emily says. I'm glad she said it. It would have been a lie coming from me. I've seen too many bathrooms in too many countries.
Oh. God.
Breathe. Smile. Get up.
I'm just walking over to my husband. Why does it feel so odd?
Francie and Will have never seen us together. They don't know how we act around one another.
I know he can feel my tension as we hug. He holds on longer and whispers in my ear.
"What's wrong?" I shake it off.
"Its nothing. Stressful day. Lots of questions and lots of answers." My plastic smile takes over for a minute as he lets go. His eyebrows go up. "Not now. I'll tell you tonight. Promise."
He smiles and kisses me. "I missed you today. That old place brought back some memories. Devlin was happy to see me, if you can imagine that. Now, will you take off that fake smile and show me where your friends are?"
His directness makes me laugh. "Ready are we?"
"Lets just say I've been preparing. Oh, by the way, Weiss wants to meet up with us later this week. I just hope he dosn't follow his old rules. Drink now, spew later."
Still laughing I take his hand and lead him over to the table. Francie and Will are trying to make it look like they weren't watching us.
"Francie, Will, this is my husband, Michael. He just got back from talking to the director. Michael this is Francie. I think you've met Will."
Francie stands up and hugs him. "I'm so glad Sydney found someone to love. You look like you belong together." My blush is nothing compared to his. I feel like I'm introducing my first boyfriend to my dad.
Wait. Never mind. That was much worse.
After kissing Emily hello Michael gets a chair so he can sit at the end of the booth. He's sitting near Francie and I. Will has his face carefully masked. Emily's fingers are twitching underneath the table.
He must have shown jealousy. It won't take much to set him off. I hope Michael can tell.
I don't want to lose his friendship.
***Authors Note: For all of those who love Jack Bristow, he will be entering the picture. Maybe not in the next chapter, but in the near future. You don't think I'd mention him and not have an appearance? I'd realllly like a lot of feedback! Even if you're a mean critic, please tell me what I'm doing wrong! Thanks, *Duck