A/N~ Okay you guys! I m totally writing this from the tips of my finger
tips. I have absolutely no idea what is gonna happen, but, I'll figure it
out. I had up to chapter five all laid out in my head, and now comes the
tough part. I'll see what I can do. This one might not be as long as you
would like. Oh, and don't worry, there will be Francie soon!!!
Chapter 6 The Story
Sydney heard a door open and looked towards the sound. It was Vaughn coming out of the back. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt cuffed up at the sleeves, and black dress slacks. Not formal, but not casual.
She stood up and walked over to him.
"Hey," she sighed.
"Hey. Come on, let's sit down," he guided her to a seat, a few rows up from Will and sat her down. He sat down next to her and put this arm around her.
"You know you're going to have to read that letter sooner or later," he said, quietly.
She rested her head on his shoulder. "I know. But not now, okay? I just want to sit and relax. It's a long flight. I promise I'll read it before we get to LA,"
They sat like that for a while until Sydney realized that Francie would be going insane with worry right now.
"Oh God!" she sat up.
"Sydney, what is it?" Vaughn asked, worried.
"I have to call Francie. She is probably beside herself with worry. If I don't, I'll never hear the end of it. I'll go use my dad's cell," she said, getting up.
"Okay. Oh, and get that letter while you're there," he told her.
"Okay, okay," she answered, moving towards the fight attendants compartment where her father was.
She parted the drapes and saw him sitting there, his head in his hands. When she came in and closed the drapes, he sat up immediately.
"Dad, are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
"Yes, Sydney, I'm fine. What is it you need?" he sighed.
"Oh, I need to use your cell phone. If I don't call Francie she will kill me," Sydney smiled. "Oh, and Vaughn told me that you have a letter for me from mo.. I mean Irina," she couldn't bring herself to call her mom.
As if he was just realizing it himself, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and his cell phone.
He handed it over to Sydney and she said, "Thanks. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Sydney, I'm fine. I just need some sleep. Dealing with Mr. Tippin is exhausting, you know," he smiled, then got up and left, to give her some privacy.
Sydney looked at the envelope. It was slightly crumpled from being in her father's pocket, but she didn't mind. She flipped it over several times, debating weather or not to open it now. Vaughn told her that her mother said that it was for her eyes and her eyes only. She studied the envelope. There were no unnecessary lumps in it so she could be relatively sure that it wouldn't explode when she opened it or emit some kind of toxic gas. She decided against opening it and called Francie. It rang once before she heard her friends voice.
"Hello?" she asked, shakily.
"Francie, it's me," that was all she needed to say.
"Syd? Where are you? What happened? Why didn't you call?" Francie was asking question after question.
"I'm actually on a plane now about to take off. I should be home some time tonight. My flight got really delayed. I'm so sorry I didn't call but I couldn't use my cell phone in the part of the airport I was in, and--- It was a mess. What time is it there?" Sydney was so used to telling lies, that it was second nature to her. All she needed now was an excuse for Will, because that's what was coming next.
"Oh, it's four in the morning," she said, dissmissively.
"Oh, hon., I'm so sorry. Did I wake you up?" When ever Francie worried, sleeping was out the window.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I was awake! I thought you knew me better than that," she said, jokingly.
Sydney laughed and sighed and Francie added, as if as an after thought, "Hey, do you know where Will is? He's been gone for a while and he's not answering any of my calls," she sound worried, but she knew that I was probably nothing out of the ordinary. Probably locked up in his house trying to finish a story that was due two weeks ago.
"Oh he didn't tell you?" Sydney was buying time.
"Obviously not, Syd,"
"Oh, well, he went to Chicago to work on an undercover story. Very controversial. He made a deal with his boss, that if he came back in five days with this story, that he promised would kick major ass, he wouldn't get fired. We all know what thin ice Will is on with his boss. No one was supposed to know about it. I only know about it because he was typing it on his laptop one day and I read it over his shoulder and started asking a lot of questions. Give him a taste of his own medicine," Sydney hoped this would work. No, she didn't hope, she prayed. She had never had to make a lie like that to cover one of her own best friend's asses before. Now, she had to tell Will this story, and hope that he could tell a good lie.
"Oh. What was it about?" Francie loved being nosey, especially when it came to Will.
"I think it was about government. Something about voting scandals," Sydney knew this would get Francie uninterested. She hated government, politics, and anything that had to do with the running of the country. In her words, politics were all 'Really old guys with sticks up their asses trying to make laws to tell people what to do so they could get a nice paycheck every month'.
"Oh," she said, uninterested. "I don't know if anything in the world could possibly be more boring, but what ever. Whatever keeps Will his job, because without a job, he would be at our place all the time. I mean, more than he is now, and that is a scary thought. You'd think he'd have better things to do with his time than hang around with a very professional banker and an immature pre teen like me," she laughed. Francie always made fun of herself to get a laugh out of Sydney. Sadly, it worked every time.
"Francie, you are insane," Sydney said, laughing to herself. She loved being able to talk to her friends, even though she always had to watch what she said in front of them, knowing it could get them killed. All the same, it was always fun with Francie.
"Insane, no. Interesting, yes," Sydney could hear the smile in her voice. She hated making her friends worry like this, but her life came with consequences and perks. Too bad there were more consequences than anything else.
"I'm sorry Fran, I have to go. The fight attendant is giving me an evil look. I don't think I'm supposed to be on the phone. I'll see you later,"
"Okay, hon. Bye,"
"Bye,"
-Click-
She set the phone down on a nearby surface and took the envelope out again. She decided that it was now or never and she slowly opened the envelope.
A/N~ Okeedokee! I thought that was a good cliff hanger. I'm not very good at the whole typing ahead, so I sit down, type a chapter, and then post. My parents are growing suspicious of what I'm wasting all my time on, but I'll make up an excuse. Anyway, you know the drill. Review review review = chapters chapters chapters. Well, I gotta go. Much luuuuurrrrve~ Kate (
Chapter 6 The Story
Sydney heard a door open and looked towards the sound. It was Vaughn coming out of the back. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt cuffed up at the sleeves, and black dress slacks. Not formal, but not casual.
She stood up and walked over to him.
"Hey," she sighed.
"Hey. Come on, let's sit down," he guided her to a seat, a few rows up from Will and sat her down. He sat down next to her and put this arm around her.
"You know you're going to have to read that letter sooner or later," he said, quietly.
She rested her head on his shoulder. "I know. But not now, okay? I just want to sit and relax. It's a long flight. I promise I'll read it before we get to LA,"
They sat like that for a while until Sydney realized that Francie would be going insane with worry right now.
"Oh God!" she sat up.
"Sydney, what is it?" Vaughn asked, worried.
"I have to call Francie. She is probably beside herself with worry. If I don't, I'll never hear the end of it. I'll go use my dad's cell," she said, getting up.
"Okay. Oh, and get that letter while you're there," he told her.
"Okay, okay," she answered, moving towards the fight attendants compartment where her father was.
She parted the drapes and saw him sitting there, his head in his hands. When she came in and closed the drapes, he sat up immediately.
"Dad, are you okay?" she asked, concerned.
"Yes, Sydney, I'm fine. What is it you need?" he sighed.
"Oh, I need to use your cell phone. If I don't call Francie she will kill me," Sydney smiled. "Oh, and Vaughn told me that you have a letter for me from mo.. I mean Irina," she couldn't bring herself to call her mom.
As if he was just realizing it himself, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope and his cell phone.
He handed it over to Sydney and she said, "Thanks. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Sydney, I'm fine. I just need some sleep. Dealing with Mr. Tippin is exhausting, you know," he smiled, then got up and left, to give her some privacy.
Sydney looked at the envelope. It was slightly crumpled from being in her father's pocket, but she didn't mind. She flipped it over several times, debating weather or not to open it now. Vaughn told her that her mother said that it was for her eyes and her eyes only. She studied the envelope. There were no unnecessary lumps in it so she could be relatively sure that it wouldn't explode when she opened it or emit some kind of toxic gas. She decided against opening it and called Francie. It rang once before she heard her friends voice.
"Hello?" she asked, shakily.
"Francie, it's me," that was all she needed to say.
"Syd? Where are you? What happened? Why didn't you call?" Francie was asking question after question.
"I'm actually on a plane now about to take off. I should be home some time tonight. My flight got really delayed. I'm so sorry I didn't call but I couldn't use my cell phone in the part of the airport I was in, and--- It was a mess. What time is it there?" Sydney was so used to telling lies, that it was second nature to her. All she needed now was an excuse for Will, because that's what was coming next.
"Oh, it's four in the morning," she said, dissmissively.
"Oh, hon., I'm so sorry. Did I wake you up?" When ever Francie worried, sleeping was out the window.
"Are you kidding me? Of course I was awake! I thought you knew me better than that," she said, jokingly.
Sydney laughed and sighed and Francie added, as if as an after thought, "Hey, do you know where Will is? He's been gone for a while and he's not answering any of my calls," she sound worried, but she knew that I was probably nothing out of the ordinary. Probably locked up in his house trying to finish a story that was due two weeks ago.
"Oh he didn't tell you?" Sydney was buying time.
"Obviously not, Syd,"
"Oh, well, he went to Chicago to work on an undercover story. Very controversial. He made a deal with his boss, that if he came back in five days with this story, that he promised would kick major ass, he wouldn't get fired. We all know what thin ice Will is on with his boss. No one was supposed to know about it. I only know about it because he was typing it on his laptop one day and I read it over his shoulder and started asking a lot of questions. Give him a taste of his own medicine," Sydney hoped this would work. No, she didn't hope, she prayed. She had never had to make a lie like that to cover one of her own best friend's asses before. Now, she had to tell Will this story, and hope that he could tell a good lie.
"Oh. What was it about?" Francie loved being nosey, especially when it came to Will.
"I think it was about government. Something about voting scandals," Sydney knew this would get Francie uninterested. She hated government, politics, and anything that had to do with the running of the country. In her words, politics were all 'Really old guys with sticks up their asses trying to make laws to tell people what to do so they could get a nice paycheck every month'.
"Oh," she said, uninterested. "I don't know if anything in the world could possibly be more boring, but what ever. Whatever keeps Will his job, because without a job, he would be at our place all the time. I mean, more than he is now, and that is a scary thought. You'd think he'd have better things to do with his time than hang around with a very professional banker and an immature pre teen like me," she laughed. Francie always made fun of herself to get a laugh out of Sydney. Sadly, it worked every time.
"Francie, you are insane," Sydney said, laughing to herself. She loved being able to talk to her friends, even though she always had to watch what she said in front of them, knowing it could get them killed. All the same, it was always fun with Francie.
"Insane, no. Interesting, yes," Sydney could hear the smile in her voice. She hated making her friends worry like this, but her life came with consequences and perks. Too bad there were more consequences than anything else.
"I'm sorry Fran, I have to go. The fight attendant is giving me an evil look. I don't think I'm supposed to be on the phone. I'll see you later,"
"Okay, hon. Bye,"
"Bye,"
-Click-
She set the phone down on a nearby surface and took the envelope out again. She decided that it was now or never and she slowly opened the envelope.
A/N~ Okeedokee! I thought that was a good cliff hanger. I'm not very good at the whole typing ahead, so I sit down, type a chapter, and then post. My parents are growing suspicious of what I'm wasting all my time on, but I'll make up an excuse. Anyway, you know the drill. Review review review = chapters chapters chapters. Well, I gotta go. Much luuuuurrrrve~ Kate (