A/N: Sorry this took so long! Major writer's block. Lol.
Chapter 10~ It Had To Be You
Josie's POV
Never had I been as shocked as I was when I received that phone call.
I'd often, more than often, wondered what had become of Michael Vaughn and how he was, but I never imagined I'd find out. At least until SD-8 was taken down. Similar to Sydney's goal, I guess.
We have a lot in common, actually. It was nice being able to share things with someone again. It's been years.
I know you've heard some of my story before. But what you know, what you heard from me, is such a small portion.
Think you know me? You know nothing. Like I said once, it's hard to pick me out of a crowd.
So how did I get myself into this mess that innocent people like Sydney had to clean up?
FLASHBACK "It took me forever to get here."
I nodded, tears streaming down. 'I know what you mean."
We kissed again, and I felt like I was in Heaven.
But a few minutes later, I landed back on earth and saw two people off to the side, giving Sam thumbs up and grinning.
"Sam? Who are they?"
"Josie. let's go somewhere. There 's something I need to tell you." END FLASHBACK
And I'd though my admission was good. I was an undercover reporter, and he was a damn CIA agent!
Was I mad? Oh, yeah, you bet I was mad. Not for long, though. I couldn't be, not after the lie I'd lived on for three months.
But I was so unprepared for that conversation.
FLASHBACK "Josie, I can't keep lying to you. After everything I put you through because of the lie you told for your job. I can't continue this act."
I looked up in confusion, shivering in wonder and the chilliness of the parking garage we were standing in. "Sam, what's going on?"
He avoided my eyes. "Don't call me that," he said softly.
I giggled quietly, nervously. "That is your name, isn't it?"
No answer.
"Isn't it?"
He took my hand. "Josie. I'm not an English teacher. I'm not Samuel Coulson. My name is Michael Vaughn and I'm a field agent for the CIA."
"W.what?"
"I know it's hard to believe, and I'm sorry I can't explain much to you. I can't give too many details. Hopefully some day I'll be able to tell you more."
I was speechless, completely unable to comprehend anything or think clearly. I angrily spat out the first full sentence that popped into my brain. "How. how could you do this?"
He shook his head, a gesture of sadness, regret, and apology. "I don't know. I had to. But please. forgive me."
"I have to think..I just have to think." END FLASHBACK
Not a day goes by that I don't think about that conversation, what it led to, or just him and what he's doing.
That's why I could have never anticipated Sydney's visit.
I'd heard about her. The agents watching me gave me updates on how she was doing and how much longer I'd be here.
The night after her stop here, I sat on the couch watching some sappy romance movie on Lifetime. It was quiet and dark, and for some reason the movie kept tracing my thoughts back to Michael. Maybe it was the way the main character looked, or acted or something.
A particular line by him especially. "She's a spy and we're planning on making love before we're both assassinated by the CIA."
Suddenly, as if planned, the ringing of my cell phone broke through my daze.
I jumped a little and reached for the phone, expecting an agent or maybe Sydney.
"Hello?" I asked quietly.
No one answered.
"Um. hello?" I repeated.
All I heard was heavy breathing.
I was about to hang up when I heard a voice, speaking in a soft, shaky whisper yet unmistakable. "Josie?"
The small black phone almost slipped from my hands. Shock shot up through my heart.
I took a deep breath, biting my lip to keep from screaming. Then, I clutched the phone so tightly that my knuckles grew white. "Michael."
A/N: Dun dun dun!!! Cliffhanger! Lol. But I'm like a machine that operates on reviews, so review and the next chapter comes faster. Hehe. :-D
Chapter 10~ It Had To Be You
Josie's POV
Never had I been as shocked as I was when I received that phone call.
I'd often, more than often, wondered what had become of Michael Vaughn and how he was, but I never imagined I'd find out. At least until SD-8 was taken down. Similar to Sydney's goal, I guess.
We have a lot in common, actually. It was nice being able to share things with someone again. It's been years.
I know you've heard some of my story before. But what you know, what you heard from me, is such a small portion.
Think you know me? You know nothing. Like I said once, it's hard to pick me out of a crowd.
So how did I get myself into this mess that innocent people like Sydney had to clean up?
FLASHBACK "It took me forever to get here."
I nodded, tears streaming down. 'I know what you mean."
We kissed again, and I felt like I was in Heaven.
But a few minutes later, I landed back on earth and saw two people off to the side, giving Sam thumbs up and grinning.
"Sam? Who are they?"
"Josie. let's go somewhere. There 's something I need to tell you." END FLASHBACK
And I'd though my admission was good. I was an undercover reporter, and he was a damn CIA agent!
Was I mad? Oh, yeah, you bet I was mad. Not for long, though. I couldn't be, not after the lie I'd lived on for three months.
But I was so unprepared for that conversation.
FLASHBACK "Josie, I can't keep lying to you. After everything I put you through because of the lie you told for your job. I can't continue this act."
I looked up in confusion, shivering in wonder and the chilliness of the parking garage we were standing in. "Sam, what's going on?"
He avoided my eyes. "Don't call me that," he said softly.
I giggled quietly, nervously. "That is your name, isn't it?"
No answer.
"Isn't it?"
He took my hand. "Josie. I'm not an English teacher. I'm not Samuel Coulson. My name is Michael Vaughn and I'm a field agent for the CIA."
"W.what?"
"I know it's hard to believe, and I'm sorry I can't explain much to you. I can't give too many details. Hopefully some day I'll be able to tell you more."
I was speechless, completely unable to comprehend anything or think clearly. I angrily spat out the first full sentence that popped into my brain. "How. how could you do this?"
He shook his head, a gesture of sadness, regret, and apology. "I don't know. I had to. But please. forgive me."
"I have to think..I just have to think." END FLASHBACK
Not a day goes by that I don't think about that conversation, what it led to, or just him and what he's doing.
That's why I could have never anticipated Sydney's visit.
I'd heard about her. The agents watching me gave me updates on how she was doing and how much longer I'd be here.
The night after her stop here, I sat on the couch watching some sappy romance movie on Lifetime. It was quiet and dark, and for some reason the movie kept tracing my thoughts back to Michael. Maybe it was the way the main character looked, or acted or something.
A particular line by him especially. "She's a spy and we're planning on making love before we're both assassinated by the CIA."
Suddenly, as if planned, the ringing of my cell phone broke through my daze.
I jumped a little and reached for the phone, expecting an agent or maybe Sydney.
"Hello?" I asked quietly.
No one answered.
"Um. hello?" I repeated.
All I heard was heavy breathing.
I was about to hang up when I heard a voice, speaking in a soft, shaky whisper yet unmistakable. "Josie?"
The small black phone almost slipped from my hands. Shock shot up through my heart.
I took a deep breath, biting my lip to keep from screaming. Then, I clutched the phone so tightly that my knuckles grew white. "Michael."
A/N: Dun dun dun!!! Cliffhanger! Lol. But I'm like a machine that operates on reviews, so review and the next chapter comes faster. Hehe. :-D