A few hours ago I lost sight of the ocean. There is an ache deep inside
from the loss. Only a year before I can let the salty breeze wash away my
worries. A year until I'm back on this plane. A year until Jonathon. I can
wait a year.
It was hard to say goodbye. We spent all day together and went to all his favorite places. I made him take me by the old Credit Dauphine building. It's a CIA storage facility now. That place was the cause of my birth. If it didn't exist, I wouldn't be walking this earth. My eyes wouldn't be green and my last name would probably be Hect. Life would have been different. As much as I loathe that building, I am secretly grateful for it. I can't imagine my parents being with anyone else besides each other.
I look over at them, both sleeping peacefully. They've got the armrest up and they're holding each other. It's sweet.
Mom is an amazing person. She went three years as a double agent for the CIA. She saved the world. As a job. Pretty impressive on resumes. She secretly fell in love with my father and kept it a secret from everyone for almost three years. I know exactly why Dad fell for her. She's simply amazing.
Dad is a big surprise to me. He's always been loving and caring. All the girls at my school have crushes on him. I can't see him as the big bad CIA agent. Mom said he even went on a few missions with her. I always thought Mom had the big past and Dad didn't know anything either. I find out now that he was a part of it. A big part.
My thoughts about Poppa have always been shady. I stopped guessing about him because it made my head hurt. He was just Poppa. Plain and simple. All the simplicity is gone now. He's a complex person. He was a double agent for the CIA for twenty years. He completely baffles me.
Will worried me when we first arrived in Los Angeles. I thought he would tear my family apart. I must have had a serious case of jetlag. Mere mortals cannot separate my parents. I think it would take the gods to pull them apart. It's like they share a soul. And I think Will wants Mom to be happy. He must have been a true friend. He was the only one to know about Mom's job and he didn't tell anyone.
I think Mom missed Francie the most. Francie reminds me of Holly Waggoner, Mom's best friend in Canada. They went 16 years without contact and their friendship was still fully intact. I liked Francie too. She's one of the sweetest persons I've ever met. The only person I can compare her to is Holly. They are so much alike. Of course though, thinking of Francie makes me think of her son. The one person I'm going to miss the most.
Jonathon.
I've never dated. I've never even been to a school dance with a boy. I've always gone with my friends. I mean, I have friends that are boys, but I've always stayed away. I have a fear of losing people. I don't think I'm going to lose Jonathon. He told me he would wait. I believe him. He doesn't have to worry about me at all. I have no temptations at home. He's the only boy I've ever felt this way about. College will be good. We'll be together and I'll be getting a very good education. I'll just have to remember to watch my back. Sark's still out there.
He's the one who screwed up my vacation. He's screwed with Mom's life. From what I've heard he's almost killed her a couple times. But that's not the worst thing.
He's my uncle.
Mom was the only one who knew. She never told anyone, not even Poppa. He didn't seem to care when he held a gun to his throat. I've never seen that look in Poppa's eyes before. Pure hatred. I think as far as Mom's concerned, she thinks the only thing we have in common is some chromosomes.
I want to talk to him. I know he's evil, but I want to know what's going through his mind. If he really loves us. Why he didn't come after us sooner. Why he let us all get away. I know I'll never have the chance, but the questions keep coming. There are so many things I would ask him. I won't go searching for him, but if he ever finds me again, I will ask him questions.
"We are now approaching the Lester B. Pearson International Airport in Toronto. We will land in approximately twenty minutes. Please remain seating until the captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign. On behalf of the crew I'd like to thank you for flying Canadian Air. We hope you have a nice day."
Five hours and twenty minutes until I'm home. I called my friends to tell them I was coming home early. I kept the phone calls brief. I talked to my parents. They didn't want me to have a cover story, but we couldn't think of anyway around it. We just went to Los Angeles to visit some of their old friends. We didn't stay the whole two weeks because I got sick. I've never lied to my friends. I won't start now. I'm just not telling the whole truth.
The plane starts to descend. Soon we've landed and pulling into our terminal. Out of the plane window I can see two huge signs reading, "Welcome home Emily!" One in English, and one in Taiwanese.
Life will be better now. My parents and I are closer than ever, and I have the best friends in the world. From all over the world.
Maybe Los Angeles really is the City of Angels.
AN: I want to say thanks to EVERYONE who has written me reviews. People who aren't authors don't understand how much better they make your day. Writing this last chapter was really hard. Sorry it took me so long but I had to worst case of writer's block. Thanks to all the continuous readers. Don't worry, I'm already thinking of some sequels in the back of my head. I have to mention that I loved the past two episodes of Alias. They have been the shippiest episodes ever. Vaughn loves Sydney. He's just in denial. Alice is a stand in until SD-6 is taken down. Sydney had a little fun, why can't Vaughn? Ok, I think I've done enough rambling.
Thanks again to all the reviewers!
*Duck
It was hard to say goodbye. We spent all day together and went to all his favorite places. I made him take me by the old Credit Dauphine building. It's a CIA storage facility now. That place was the cause of my birth. If it didn't exist, I wouldn't be walking this earth. My eyes wouldn't be green and my last name would probably be Hect. Life would have been different. As much as I loathe that building, I am secretly grateful for it. I can't imagine my parents being with anyone else besides each other.
I look over at them, both sleeping peacefully. They've got the armrest up and they're holding each other. It's sweet.
Mom is an amazing person. She went three years as a double agent for the CIA. She saved the world. As a job. Pretty impressive on resumes. She secretly fell in love with my father and kept it a secret from everyone for almost three years. I know exactly why Dad fell for her. She's simply amazing.
Dad is a big surprise to me. He's always been loving and caring. All the girls at my school have crushes on him. I can't see him as the big bad CIA agent. Mom said he even went on a few missions with her. I always thought Mom had the big past and Dad didn't know anything either. I find out now that he was a part of it. A big part.
My thoughts about Poppa have always been shady. I stopped guessing about him because it made my head hurt. He was just Poppa. Plain and simple. All the simplicity is gone now. He's a complex person. He was a double agent for the CIA for twenty years. He completely baffles me.
Will worried me when we first arrived in Los Angeles. I thought he would tear my family apart. I must have had a serious case of jetlag. Mere mortals cannot separate my parents. I think it would take the gods to pull them apart. It's like they share a soul. And I think Will wants Mom to be happy. He must have been a true friend. He was the only one to know about Mom's job and he didn't tell anyone.
I think Mom missed Francie the most. Francie reminds me of Holly Waggoner, Mom's best friend in Canada. They went 16 years without contact and their friendship was still fully intact. I liked Francie too. She's one of the sweetest persons I've ever met. The only person I can compare her to is Holly. They are so much alike. Of course though, thinking of Francie makes me think of her son. The one person I'm going to miss the most.
Jonathon.
I've never dated. I've never even been to a school dance with a boy. I've always gone with my friends. I mean, I have friends that are boys, but I've always stayed away. I have a fear of losing people. I don't think I'm going to lose Jonathon. He told me he would wait. I believe him. He doesn't have to worry about me at all. I have no temptations at home. He's the only boy I've ever felt this way about. College will be good. We'll be together and I'll be getting a very good education. I'll just have to remember to watch my back. Sark's still out there.
He's the one who screwed up my vacation. He's screwed with Mom's life. From what I've heard he's almost killed her a couple times. But that's not the worst thing.
He's my uncle.
Mom was the only one who knew. She never told anyone, not even Poppa. He didn't seem to care when he held a gun to his throat. I've never seen that look in Poppa's eyes before. Pure hatred. I think as far as Mom's concerned, she thinks the only thing we have in common is some chromosomes.
I want to talk to him. I know he's evil, but I want to know what's going through his mind. If he really loves us. Why he didn't come after us sooner. Why he let us all get away. I know I'll never have the chance, but the questions keep coming. There are so many things I would ask him. I won't go searching for him, but if he ever finds me again, I will ask him questions.
"We are now approaching the Lester B. Pearson International Airport in Toronto. We will land in approximately twenty minutes. Please remain seating until the captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign. On behalf of the crew I'd like to thank you for flying Canadian Air. We hope you have a nice day."
Five hours and twenty minutes until I'm home. I called my friends to tell them I was coming home early. I kept the phone calls brief. I talked to my parents. They didn't want me to have a cover story, but we couldn't think of anyway around it. We just went to Los Angeles to visit some of their old friends. We didn't stay the whole two weeks because I got sick. I've never lied to my friends. I won't start now. I'm just not telling the whole truth.
The plane starts to descend. Soon we've landed and pulling into our terminal. Out of the plane window I can see two huge signs reading, "Welcome home Emily!" One in English, and one in Taiwanese.
Life will be better now. My parents and I are closer than ever, and I have the best friends in the world. From all over the world.
Maybe Los Angeles really is the City of Angels.
AN: I want to say thanks to EVERYONE who has written me reviews. People who aren't authors don't understand how much better they make your day. Writing this last chapter was really hard. Sorry it took me so long but I had to worst case of writer's block. Thanks to all the continuous readers. Don't worry, I'm already thinking of some sequels in the back of my head. I have to mention that I loved the past two episodes of Alias. They have been the shippiest episodes ever. Vaughn loves Sydney. He's just in denial. Alice is a stand in until SD-6 is taken down. Sydney had a little fun, why can't Vaughn? Ok, I think I've done enough rambling.
Thanks again to all the reviewers!
*Duck