The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! No reviews to make me happy, but I've finished my
Spanish oral project and paper, my APA style paper for psych, did some research for my
research paper on the Brooklyn Bridge, and did research and wrote two pages of my
philosophy research paper. To make you laugh (this chapter's not gonna have many
laughs unfortunately) here's the title of my philosophy paper: Pythagoras and his merry
band of Pythagoreans. ? Got two papers due in a week so I don't see much writing
getting done outside of Psych, which is where I wrote this.
And still- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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"You want anything on your pancakes?"
"Cinnamon."
Will reached across her and grabbed the syrup. "Gross. How can you put
CINNAMON on your pancakes?"
Sydney pushed his arm out of the way. "Says the man with Canadian bacon on his
pancakes."
"Stop it you two."
Francie glanced over at Sydney, seeing her smiling. "How are you feeling?"
Sydney turned to her and smiled. "Great." She turned her head and showed
Francie her cheek. "See. Bruises quickly disappearing. They'll be gone buy tomorrow."
"How are they healing so quickly?"
Sydney shrugged. "I've always healed really quickly." She smiled. "My ribs
barely hurt. Of course that could be the heroin talking. That would explain the euphoria.
But hey. Whatever right. Thanks."
Sydney took her cinnamon pancakes from Francie and turned to eat, missing the
look Francie shot at Will.
Will ignored her and leapt over the line. "When do you think the withdrawal will
start?"
Francie looked pissed, but Sydney just shrugged. "I'd say two, maybe three days.
But then I don't know how much she gave me so I guess it could be any time. It's funny,
yesterday I was terrified. I don't seem to care now." She shrugged again and went back
to her pancakes.
The phone rang and Sydney jumped out of her chair. "I'll get it!"
She picked up the phone excitedly. "Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney's smile dropped from her face. "Wrong number." She put down the
phone.
It had been Weiss calling. Where was Vaughn? Why hadn't he been the one to
call? The euphoria swept through her again. He was probably getting chewed out by
Devlin but didn't want to wait any longer to see her so he had Weiss call.
She turned to Francie and Will, a huge smile on her face. "I'm in the mood for
chocolate. I'll be back." She pulled on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and headed for the
door.
Francie's eyes grew wide. "Sydney?! You were in the middle of eating and are
wearing your pajamas."
"Be back soon."
Francie looked at Will who shook his head. "I have no idea." He continued eating
then looked up. "What did she mean 'she'?"
Sydney skipped merrily into the warehouse. Even the sight of Weiss standing
alone didn't upset her, Vaughn must be running late. Man,. Devlin must be really mad.
Sydney bounded over to Weiss, giving him a big hug. "HI! How are you?
Me? I'm great. Where's Vaughn? How late is he running?"
Weiss's face, confused when she had entered, froze and then his
expression dropped. "You've got to be kidding me. He didn't tell you?"
Sydney looked confused. "Didn't tell me what?" She grabbed his arm.
"Did he get fired? Oh my God, I have to go talk to Devlin. I'll explain it. Get him
reinstated."
Weiss grabbed her as she started to pull away. "Sydney. I need you to sit
down here."
He guided Sydney to a chair and sat her down.
He knelt down in front of her. "Sydney. God, I'm sorry I have to be the
one to tell you this," he took a deep breath, "They found a body in Taipei. It was
identified yesterday. It was Vaughn. He's.he's dead."
His emotions overwhelmed him as her saw her falling apart. He ran his
hands through his hair.
The second his arms released her she jumped up and ran away from him.
"NO! He can't be dead!" She got deathly quiet. "I killed him. Oh God, I killed him."
"Sydney-" Before he could say anything she ran out of the warehouse.
"Damn." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed. "I need to speak with
Devlin. Sir, I was unable to talk to Bristow about what happened to her. When I told her
about Vaughn she freaked and bolted. I can't believe her father didn't tell her. What?
What do you mean he didn't want her to know? What do you mean he thought she
wouldn't make it through withdrawal if she knew? Why didn't anyone feel the need to
tell me this?! Yes sir. I'll try and track her down."
Weiss slammed his cell phone shut. "Damn." He rushed out of the
warehouse and jumped into his car, speeding off.
He was long gone by the time Sydney slipped back into the warehouse and
laid down on the table, sobbing.
I have a little more to type but my fingers hurt and I'm huingry. More when I'm done
with my papers.
So what do you think? Is it Vaughn? Will I EVER tell you? What's Sydney going to do?
REVIEW!!! Or my homework will begin to be more important than fanfiction. God forbid.
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! No reviews to make me happy, but I've finished my
Spanish oral project and paper, my APA style paper for psych, did some research for my
research paper on the Brooklyn Bridge, and did research and wrote two pages of my
philosophy research paper. To make you laugh (this chapter's not gonna have many
laughs unfortunately) here's the title of my philosophy paper: Pythagoras and his merry
band of Pythagoreans. ? Got two papers due in a week so I don't see much writing
getting done outside of Psych, which is where I wrote this.
And still- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"You want anything on your pancakes?"
"Cinnamon."
Will reached across her and grabbed the syrup. "Gross. How can you put
CINNAMON on your pancakes?"
Sydney pushed his arm out of the way. "Says the man with Canadian bacon on his
pancakes."
"Stop it you two."
Francie glanced over at Sydney, seeing her smiling. "How are you feeling?"
Sydney turned to her and smiled. "Great." She turned her head and showed
Francie her cheek. "See. Bruises quickly disappearing. They'll be gone buy tomorrow."
"How are they healing so quickly?"
Sydney shrugged. "I've always healed really quickly." She smiled. "My ribs
barely hurt. Of course that could be the heroin talking. That would explain the euphoria.
But hey. Whatever right. Thanks."
Sydney took her cinnamon pancakes from Francie and turned to eat, missing the
look Francie shot at Will.
Will ignored her and leapt over the line. "When do you think the withdrawal will
start?"
Francie looked pissed, but Sydney just shrugged. "I'd say two, maybe three days.
But then I don't know how much she gave me so I guess it could be any time. It's funny,
yesterday I was terrified. I don't seem to care now." She shrugged again and went back
to her pancakes.
The phone rang and Sydney jumped out of her chair. "I'll get it!"
She picked up the phone excitedly. "Hello?"
"Joey's Pizza?"
Sydney's smile dropped from her face. "Wrong number." She put down the
phone.
It had been Weiss calling. Where was Vaughn? Why hadn't he been the one to
call? The euphoria swept through her again. He was probably getting chewed out by
Devlin but didn't want to wait any longer to see her so he had Weiss call.
She turned to Francie and Will, a huge smile on her face. "I'm in the mood for
chocolate. I'll be back." She pulled on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and headed for the
door.
Francie's eyes grew wide. "Sydney?! You were in the middle of eating and are
wearing your pajamas."
"Be back soon."
Francie looked at Will who shook his head. "I have no idea." He continued eating
then looked up. "What did she mean 'she'?"
Sydney skipped merrily into the warehouse. Even the sight of Weiss standing
alone didn't upset her, Vaughn must be running late. Man,. Devlin must be really mad.
Sydney bounded over to Weiss, giving him a big hug. "HI! How are you?
Me? I'm great. Where's Vaughn? How late is he running?"
Weiss's face, confused when she had entered, froze and then his
expression dropped. "You've got to be kidding me. He didn't tell you?"
Sydney looked confused. "Didn't tell me what?" She grabbed his arm.
"Did he get fired? Oh my God, I have to go talk to Devlin. I'll explain it. Get him
reinstated."
Weiss grabbed her as she started to pull away. "Sydney. I need you to sit
down here."
He guided Sydney to a chair and sat her down.
He knelt down in front of her. "Sydney. God, I'm sorry I have to be the
one to tell you this," he took a deep breath, "They found a body in Taipei. It was
identified yesterday. It was Vaughn. He's.he's dead."
His emotions overwhelmed him as her saw her falling apart. He ran his
hands through his hair.
The second his arms released her she jumped up and ran away from him.
"NO! He can't be dead!" She got deathly quiet. "I killed him. Oh God, I killed him."
"Sydney-" Before he could say anything she ran out of the warehouse.
"Damn." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed. "I need to speak with
Devlin. Sir, I was unable to talk to Bristow about what happened to her. When I told her
about Vaughn she freaked and bolted. I can't believe her father didn't tell her. What?
What do you mean he didn't want her to know? What do you mean he thought she
wouldn't make it through withdrawal if she knew? Why didn't anyone feel the need to
tell me this?! Yes sir. I'll try and track her down."
Weiss slammed his cell phone shut. "Damn." He rushed out of the
warehouse and jumped into his car, speeding off.
He was long gone by the time Sydney slipped back into the warehouse and
laid down on the table, sobbing.
I have a little more to type but my fingers hurt and I'm huingry. More when I'm done
with my papers.
So what do you think? Is it Vaughn? Will I EVER tell you? What's Sydney going to do?
REVIEW!!! Or my homework will begin to be more important than fanfiction. God forbid.