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Chapter 2: Relations
Stacy happily sat down on the stool; she opened the package and pulled out the card, reading:
Stacy-
Happy Chanukah!
-Uncle Arvin
"Oh, fun!" thought Stacy, pulling off the wrappings. Inside, she found a hand knit scarf, along with a note that said, 'Come see me - knock and come in.'
Wrapping the scarf around her neck, she walked down to Sloane's office, unconsciously walking the "Sydney-walk". She knocked on the door, and without waiting for an answer, strode boldly in.
* * * * *
Sydney sat, staring dumbfoundly at the charm. Jack walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"For the tears I have shed," said Jack softly, "thinking about the time I have lost with you."
Sydney turned around. Standing up, she hugged her father. Jack looked at her, Sydney, his daughter, and saw something he had not noticed before. He hugged her back, saying, "Can we have dinner sometime?"
When Jack had turned the words she had once said back on her, the tears that had been pricking Syd's eyes almost spilled over. She swallowed, and managed to squeak out, "Thursday?" before her pager interrupted. Syd irately pulled it out and glanced at it. Her irritation turned to puzzlement as she identified the caller : Arvin Sloane.
Sydney turned to her father, saying, "Sloane. Thursday..6:00?"
Jack smiled - a rare sight. "I'll pick you up," he said quietly. "Now go see what Sloane wants."
Sydney nodded mutely and started down the hall towards Sloanes office, confused at why Sloane had paged her when she was already at SD-6.
* *Sydney POV* *
Something weird is going on. Why else would Sloane page me when I'm already here? Is he in trouble? That would be good. As I get to his door, I pause. I really don't feel like another mission....but wait - mission = counter mission = Vaughn! Well, any reason to see Michael - I mean Vaughn - any reason to see *Agent* Vaughn....what am I thinking? *Groan*
I push open Sloanes door and walk in - wait. Why is Stacy here? "Sydney, come in, sit down." Sloanes unctuous voice cuts through my thoughts. I sat down in the chair next to Stacy, who looked just about as puzzled as I felt.
"Uncle Arvin, what's this?" Stacy continued, but I couldn't get past the 'Uncle'. *UNCLE!* He was old enough to be her grandfather.
I managed to get myself under control. But I couldn't help it, and I burst out, "Uncle?!?"
Stacy grinned, and Sloane - Sloane!- smiled.
"Stacy's parents-"
"My *foster* parents," interrupted Stacy.
Sloane nodded, and continued. "Stacy's foster parents were good friends of mine. She grew up calling Emily and I 'Aunt' and 'Uncle'. She never thought that we were her *real* aunt and uncle." An odd look flickered over Sloanes face as he turned to Stacy, questioning, "Did you?"
Stacy frowned, saying, "No...of course no-"
*Ring* *Ring*
Sloane turned to his phone, telling us, "Introduce yourselves. I have a feeling that you'll be seeing a lot more of each other." What did he mean by that? Sloane then picked up the phone, saying, "Arvin Sloane here .....hello, Jack. How can I help you?"
Dad. Why was he calling? Whatever - I'd find out later. I smiled at Stacy. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow."
Stacy looked at me. Was that - relief? She slowly extended her hand, saying, "Stacy Derevko."
The room became dead silent. Suddenly Dad yelled - I could hear him even though he was on the phone - "WHAT?!?!"
Sloane sighed and said, Come in Jack, we'll wait for you.
In less than a minute, Dad came storming in. He stood behind me, waiting for an explanation.
Sloane looked at me, then Dad. Then he glanced at Stacy and back at me - this was starting to seem like Marshall! Finally, he sighed, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way. Jack please forgive me for not telling you. Sydney," he looked at me again, "Stacy. " this time she stared right back at him, and he looked down. He swallowed and repeated, "Sydney, Stacy," he paused for what seemed like an eternity, then said, "You two are half- sisters."
A/N: Are you starting to figure it out? Hehe!
Chapter 2: Relations
Stacy happily sat down on the stool; she opened the package and pulled out the card, reading:
Stacy-
Happy Chanukah!
-Uncle Arvin
"Oh, fun!" thought Stacy, pulling off the wrappings. Inside, she found a hand knit scarf, along with a note that said, 'Come see me - knock and come in.'
Wrapping the scarf around her neck, she walked down to Sloane's office, unconsciously walking the "Sydney-walk". She knocked on the door, and without waiting for an answer, strode boldly in.
* * * * *
Sydney sat, staring dumbfoundly at the charm. Jack walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"For the tears I have shed," said Jack softly, "thinking about the time I have lost with you."
Sydney turned around. Standing up, she hugged her father. Jack looked at her, Sydney, his daughter, and saw something he had not noticed before. He hugged her back, saying, "Can we have dinner sometime?"
When Jack had turned the words she had once said back on her, the tears that had been pricking Syd's eyes almost spilled over. She swallowed, and managed to squeak out, "Thursday?" before her pager interrupted. Syd irately pulled it out and glanced at it. Her irritation turned to puzzlement as she identified the caller : Arvin Sloane.
Sydney turned to her father, saying, "Sloane. Thursday..6:00?"
Jack smiled - a rare sight. "I'll pick you up," he said quietly. "Now go see what Sloane wants."
Sydney nodded mutely and started down the hall towards Sloanes office, confused at why Sloane had paged her when she was already at SD-6.
* *Sydney POV* *
Something weird is going on. Why else would Sloane page me when I'm already here? Is he in trouble? That would be good. As I get to his door, I pause. I really don't feel like another mission....but wait - mission = counter mission = Vaughn! Well, any reason to see Michael - I mean Vaughn - any reason to see *Agent* Vaughn....what am I thinking? *Groan*
I push open Sloanes door and walk in - wait. Why is Stacy here? "Sydney, come in, sit down." Sloanes unctuous voice cuts through my thoughts. I sat down in the chair next to Stacy, who looked just about as puzzled as I felt.
"Uncle Arvin, what's this?" Stacy continued, but I couldn't get past the 'Uncle'. *UNCLE!* He was old enough to be her grandfather.
I managed to get myself under control. But I couldn't help it, and I burst out, "Uncle?!?"
Stacy grinned, and Sloane - Sloane!- smiled.
"Stacy's parents-"
"My *foster* parents," interrupted Stacy.
Sloane nodded, and continued. "Stacy's foster parents were good friends of mine. She grew up calling Emily and I 'Aunt' and 'Uncle'. She never thought that we were her *real* aunt and uncle." An odd look flickered over Sloanes face as he turned to Stacy, questioning, "Did you?"
Stacy frowned, saying, "No...of course no-"
*Ring* *Ring*
Sloane turned to his phone, telling us, "Introduce yourselves. I have a feeling that you'll be seeing a lot more of each other." What did he mean by that? Sloane then picked up the phone, saying, "Arvin Sloane here .....hello, Jack. How can I help you?"
Dad. Why was he calling? Whatever - I'd find out later. I smiled at Stacy. "Hi, I'm Sydney Bristow."
Stacy looked at me. Was that - relief? She slowly extended her hand, saying, "Stacy Derevko."
The room became dead silent. Suddenly Dad yelled - I could hear him even though he was on the phone - "WHAT?!?!"
Sloane sighed and said, Come in Jack, we'll wait for you.
In less than a minute, Dad came storming in. He stood behind me, waiting for an explanation.
Sloane looked at me, then Dad. Then he glanced at Stacy and back at me - this was starting to seem like Marshall! Finally, he sighed, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way. Jack please forgive me for not telling you. Sydney," he looked at me again, "Stacy. " this time she stared right back at him, and he looked down. He swallowed and repeated, "Sydney, Stacy," he paused for what seemed like an eternity, then said, "You two are half- sisters."
A/N: Are you starting to figure it out? Hehe!