Title: Wish List
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Ahah! This si the third that I have updated, 8000 words in one night, I'm quite proud considering I started at 8pm. Anyways, read and review and read all my others because they are all just as good as the next as far as I can see. Reviewing is all that keeps me going, I mean that and with four stories and at least 2000 words per chapter, it is rather difficult to find the time.
Chapter Eleven
Jack watched him as he waited for someone to pick up, he heard his daughter's voice muffled and hard to hear on the other end. She was obviously still upset, answering the phone with a "What is it?" before waiting for a response
Sadly, Vaughn was gob smacked for a moment too long and Jack listened as his daughter sighed loudly and clearly exasperated and hung the phone up. Vaughn could only pull the phone away from his ear and look at it in shock, the image of Sydney threatening to shoot the walls at SD-6 suddenly seeming more and more likely in his mind. Jack's eyebrows raised he looked at Vaughn before leaning over slightly to catch his attention. Looking more impatient by the minute, Jack watched as Vaughn dialled again, Sydney's voice coming out, even more upset. "What?"
Quickly, starting to speak almost before she'd stopped, Vaughn blurted the words out, "Joey's Pizza?" There was a pause, and Jack leaned in closer, thinking that she was speaking and he just couldn't hear her.
This was proven to not be the case when she replied, her voice, low and dangerous. "Get bent."
Hanging up the phone, Vaughn turned in his swivel chair and looked at Jack, his face down turned and discouraged. "I don't think she's going to turn up," he told Jack.
"Hmmmmm." Jack agreed, thinking the situation over as though it were an important CIA mission that had just encountered a hitch. "I'll go and see her." He told him, "The roommate, Francie, she knows everything?" he needed clarification just to be sure he didn't say anything he might regret. Vaughn nodded and he continued, "Good. Be at the warehouse in an hour's time." Vaughn nodded, dumbly and watched as Jack left, almost immediately standing up to start the drive.
Jack pulled up in his government (well that's what SD-6 said anyway) edition car out the front of his daughter's house. He put the break on and turned the car off. Sitting for a while, admiring how nice her house looked, he thought over the loose fitting plan he had devised on the way over. Hopefully it would all work out and Sydney would be back up to full standard by the end of the day.
Stepping out, he walked up the path, looking over Sydney's car which was parked, on a very bad angle, in the drive, its front wheel squashing a bed of flowers. Approaching the front, he nocked on the door of the house. Expecting Sydney to answer, he was somewhat put off when a women he knew briefly to be Francie open the door.
Her mouth dropped a little, showing that Vaughn had indeed told her of Jack's status as a double agent and she quickly looked around behind him. Checking for another agent, bad men, guns, anything and only finding a very nice looking, sleek, black car that she guessed would have cost him quite a bit. Motioning him in, she found her voice and said, "Nice to see you Mr Bristow," though she wasn't sure she meant it. "Come on in."
Francie had been aiming for welcoming and while Jack knew that, her voice appeared a little shocked and he had to smirk. Walking down the hall, he noticed that Sydney had taken down a few pictures and replaced them and had rearranged the furniture in both the hall and the lounge cum kitchen. Smiling at Francie, he waited for her to say something but she just stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and wonderment.
Raising an eyebrow, Jack coughed, loud enough to pull Francie form wherever it was she was and she said, "Take a seat, Sydney's in her bedroom."
Seeing his chance, Jack jumped in, deciding not to sit down, stopping her with a hand and asking her, his voice inquiring and interested, "How is she?"
Francie looked him weirdly for a few moments before trying to answer as best as she could, "She's been pretty upset lately." She paused before continuing, hoping that there wasn't a chance of Jack being able to kill her legally for her comment. "She said you'd be rapt with her decision to have Michael reassigned..." trailing off, she was clearly fishing for an answer and so, Jack gave her one.
"Well, Francie, obviously I'm not. She went into SD-6 this morning and threatened to shoot her way out of the place." Francie's mouth fell open and so Jack continued, "Apparently she went on a mission and she encountered some trouble Sloane hadn't warned her about either because he didn't know or because he's an evil megalomaniac that doesn't care." Francie nodded, showing that she'd heard this story while her eyes widened at the words he used to describe Sloane. "She asked for the week off," Jack continued, "and Sloane refused. So she told him to let her leave of she would shoot the glass door out."
"You're serious?" Francie asked, Jack again felt his patience wanning.
"Yes, she's in a lot of trouble over it and I think that it can be fixed if she's allowed to become...emotionally involved with Agent Vaughn." Francie laughed at the phrase but Jack ignored her. "I've had it passed, unofficially, and the CIA is making an exception."
Francie smiled, her whole face beaming, "Good, I thought the rule was pretty crap to begin with...so what?" Jack looked at her with a dull look.
"We have to convince her to go and meet Agent Vaughn." Francie stared at him. "Now."
"What do you mean 'we'?" Francie was obviously feeling as though she was about to become caught up in a mission and she was both excited and scared of the idea.
Seeing this, Jack explained, "I just need you to come upstairs with me and try to help," he pushed the word, "Me to convince Sydney that she should go to the warehouse and meet Agent Vaughn." Francie nodded and turned towards the hall that led to Sydney's bedroom.
Shaking his head, Jack followed her down the corridor, again noticing that some of the pictures had changed and stopped behind the young woman outside a door. Turning to face him, she looked unsure of herself and raised her eyebrows to make sure that Jack knew what he was doing. Nodding, Jack reached past her and nocked hard on the door.
Inside, Sydney recognised the nock as being foreign and not Francie's or Will's and repositioned herself on the bed so that it appeared as though she was reading over some Literature books from school. Of course, she hadn't been, she'd been staring, angrily at the ceiling, every now and then throwing a pencil with as much force as she could handle, up at the roof. Glancing up, she saw there were still a couple of dozen up there, each ready to fall at any moment.
For a second, she thought about quickly pulling them all down, but hearing the knock again, she couldn't be bothered and spoke loud enough for them to hear, "What is it?"
Hearing Sydney's voice still with tension and some anger in it, Jack opened the door and walked in behind Francie. Sydney looked up form her book and her eyes went round with shock. Startled, she quickly sat up properly, crossing her legs and balancing near the end of her bed, "Dad?" the word was both an exclamation and a question in one.
Nodding, he said, "Sydney." Looking to Francie, he continued quickly, "I hope you don't mind: Francie let me in."
Francie glared at him, looking slightly upset that he might have been setting her up for trouble with Sydney later on in the day. Sydney just smiled, Jack watching a mask fall into place easily, "That's fine. What is it you wanted?"
For a moment, Jack felt a pang of guilt that his daughter believed that he'd need a reason to visit her, and then, realising it was true, he looked down. Turning his voice to something more authoritive, Jack explained, somewhat in a gruff manner, "I was just wondering what caused your little outburst in front of Sloane this morning..."
Sydney raised an eyebrow and moved so that she felt more comfortable. Thinking quickly, she answered, "He has no right to make me stay there, I deserved the week off."
Cutting across her, Jack retorted, "You're right, you do deserve the week off, possibly a couple of decades, but nothing like that matters. I'm surprised you're not dead already," his words were harsh and cutting, but underneath Sydney sensed the concern that he was really feeling. "I have to wonder why you did it. You've been in the same position many times before and never acted that irrationally..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.
Sydney stared at him before turning to Francie and asking, "You think that I acted irrationally?"
Francie just looked from Jack to Sydney and then back again. She shrugged, weakly before commenting, "I can see why you'd be upset, but," she looked at Jack, trying to work out what to say. "But, I think that something must have set you off."
Sydney sighed and jack watched her as her temper flared in her eyes. "Also," he quickly interjected when he saw her about to speak, "I'd like to know why you broke CIA protocol." For a moment, Sydney thought that her dad had somehow found out about the whole fiasco between her and Vaughn. She had hoped that when he found out that he had been reassigned he would just take it as a blessing and leave it be, but... Her thoughts were cut off when Jack started again, "When an agent calls you, asking you to meet him or her, it's is your responsibility to do so."
Sydney only had a few seconds to ponder how her father had found out so quickly before she felt his hand on her arm, gentle, but forcing at the same time. "Devlin sent me to take you to the warehouse." A small lie, but not likely to be found out, Jack decided.
Sydney scowled her face turning into that of a young child refused something and with all the power in the world to change the future. She remained, unmoving, on the bed for a few moments before conceding and standing to follow her dad out to the car. Francie followed them, her eyes full of interest but her mind too scared to say anything.
Turning at the door, Jack told Francie, "Stay here," and while she felt as diminished as a five year old, she obeyed and went to sit on the sofa. Picking up a magazine, she watched over the top of it until they had exited her line of site. Snuggling into the sofa, she turned the magazine over so that everything was up the right way and started to read it half- heartedly, the seconds taking hours to tick over on the clock.
Walking out the front door, Jack stalked in the direction of his car, unlocking it via a little black button on his key chain; he walked around to the other side. Seeing that Sydney was heading for her own car he called her over, "Ride with me." It was almost a question as though he was leaving it up to her, but she read it as a demand and made her way over to the car without argument, slipping into the passenger seat and doing her seat belt up with angry smoothness.
Vaughn sat in his car parked just outside the warehouse, debating what to do now. He looked at his watch and saw that Jack hadn't wanted him there for another ten minutes. Undoing his belt, he climbed out and walked in through the little back door that the CIA had put in just for him. Listening to his feet as they clicked against the floor each step he took, he wandered into the cage that they usually used and took a seat, putting his feet up on the table and admiring the glittering dust that lay over everything, little slivers of dust filled air being lit up by the midday sun.
Looking about him, he searched for something to do, finding nothing he sat down to wait but almost instantly heard a car pulling up outside. Startled, he removed his feat and self coconsciously fixing the suit he was wearing, noticing that he'd left his tie in the office and his top buttons were undone.
Read and Review please oh please oh please!
Author: Donna donna__rose@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: They're not mine, if you think they are you are obviously either insane or a very dumb lawyer.
Summary: Syd wishes, Vaughn delivers, a happy ending. I dunno, read it and then you can write my summary for me.
Notes: Ahah! This si the third that I have updated, 8000 words in one night, I'm quite proud considering I started at 8pm. Anyways, read and review and read all my others because they are all just as good as the next as far as I can see. Reviewing is all that keeps me going, I mean that and with four stories and at least 2000 words per chapter, it is rather difficult to find the time.
Chapter Eleven
Jack watched him as he waited for someone to pick up, he heard his daughter's voice muffled and hard to hear on the other end. She was obviously still upset, answering the phone with a "What is it?" before waiting for a response
Sadly, Vaughn was gob smacked for a moment too long and Jack listened as his daughter sighed loudly and clearly exasperated and hung the phone up. Vaughn could only pull the phone away from his ear and look at it in shock, the image of Sydney threatening to shoot the walls at SD-6 suddenly seeming more and more likely in his mind. Jack's eyebrows raised he looked at Vaughn before leaning over slightly to catch his attention. Looking more impatient by the minute, Jack watched as Vaughn dialled again, Sydney's voice coming out, even more upset. "What?"
Quickly, starting to speak almost before she'd stopped, Vaughn blurted the words out, "Joey's Pizza?" There was a pause, and Jack leaned in closer, thinking that she was speaking and he just couldn't hear her.
This was proven to not be the case when she replied, her voice, low and dangerous. "Get bent."
Hanging up the phone, Vaughn turned in his swivel chair and looked at Jack, his face down turned and discouraged. "I don't think she's going to turn up," he told Jack.
"Hmmmmm." Jack agreed, thinking the situation over as though it were an important CIA mission that had just encountered a hitch. "I'll go and see her." He told him, "The roommate, Francie, she knows everything?" he needed clarification just to be sure he didn't say anything he might regret. Vaughn nodded and he continued, "Good. Be at the warehouse in an hour's time." Vaughn nodded, dumbly and watched as Jack left, almost immediately standing up to start the drive.
Jack pulled up in his government (well that's what SD-6 said anyway) edition car out the front of his daughter's house. He put the break on and turned the car off. Sitting for a while, admiring how nice her house looked, he thought over the loose fitting plan he had devised on the way over. Hopefully it would all work out and Sydney would be back up to full standard by the end of the day.
Stepping out, he walked up the path, looking over Sydney's car which was parked, on a very bad angle, in the drive, its front wheel squashing a bed of flowers. Approaching the front, he nocked on the door of the house. Expecting Sydney to answer, he was somewhat put off when a women he knew briefly to be Francie open the door.
Her mouth dropped a little, showing that Vaughn had indeed told her of Jack's status as a double agent and she quickly looked around behind him. Checking for another agent, bad men, guns, anything and only finding a very nice looking, sleek, black car that she guessed would have cost him quite a bit. Motioning him in, she found her voice and said, "Nice to see you Mr Bristow," though she wasn't sure she meant it. "Come on in."
Francie had been aiming for welcoming and while Jack knew that, her voice appeared a little shocked and he had to smirk. Walking down the hall, he noticed that Sydney had taken down a few pictures and replaced them and had rearranged the furniture in both the hall and the lounge cum kitchen. Smiling at Francie, he waited for her to say something but she just stared at him with a mixture of curiosity and wonderment.
Raising an eyebrow, Jack coughed, loud enough to pull Francie form wherever it was she was and she said, "Take a seat, Sydney's in her bedroom."
Seeing his chance, Jack jumped in, deciding not to sit down, stopping her with a hand and asking her, his voice inquiring and interested, "How is she?"
Francie looked him weirdly for a few moments before trying to answer as best as she could, "She's been pretty upset lately." She paused before continuing, hoping that there wasn't a chance of Jack being able to kill her legally for her comment. "She said you'd be rapt with her decision to have Michael reassigned..." trailing off, she was clearly fishing for an answer and so, Jack gave her one.
"Well, Francie, obviously I'm not. She went into SD-6 this morning and threatened to shoot her way out of the place." Francie's mouth fell open and so Jack continued, "Apparently she went on a mission and she encountered some trouble Sloane hadn't warned her about either because he didn't know or because he's an evil megalomaniac that doesn't care." Francie nodded, showing that she'd heard this story while her eyes widened at the words he used to describe Sloane. "She asked for the week off," Jack continued, "and Sloane refused. So she told him to let her leave of she would shoot the glass door out."
"You're serious?" Francie asked, Jack again felt his patience wanning.
"Yes, she's in a lot of trouble over it and I think that it can be fixed if she's allowed to become...emotionally involved with Agent Vaughn." Francie laughed at the phrase but Jack ignored her. "I've had it passed, unofficially, and the CIA is making an exception."
Francie smiled, her whole face beaming, "Good, I thought the rule was pretty crap to begin with...so what?" Jack looked at her with a dull look.
"We have to convince her to go and meet Agent Vaughn." Francie stared at him. "Now."
"What do you mean 'we'?" Francie was obviously feeling as though she was about to become caught up in a mission and she was both excited and scared of the idea.
Seeing this, Jack explained, "I just need you to come upstairs with me and try to help," he pushed the word, "Me to convince Sydney that she should go to the warehouse and meet Agent Vaughn." Francie nodded and turned towards the hall that led to Sydney's bedroom.
Shaking his head, Jack followed her down the corridor, again noticing that some of the pictures had changed and stopped behind the young woman outside a door. Turning to face him, she looked unsure of herself and raised her eyebrows to make sure that Jack knew what he was doing. Nodding, Jack reached past her and nocked hard on the door.
Inside, Sydney recognised the nock as being foreign and not Francie's or Will's and repositioned herself on the bed so that it appeared as though she was reading over some Literature books from school. Of course, she hadn't been, she'd been staring, angrily at the ceiling, every now and then throwing a pencil with as much force as she could handle, up at the roof. Glancing up, she saw there were still a couple of dozen up there, each ready to fall at any moment.
For a second, she thought about quickly pulling them all down, but hearing the knock again, she couldn't be bothered and spoke loud enough for them to hear, "What is it?"
Hearing Sydney's voice still with tension and some anger in it, Jack opened the door and walked in behind Francie. Sydney looked up form her book and her eyes went round with shock. Startled, she quickly sat up properly, crossing her legs and balancing near the end of her bed, "Dad?" the word was both an exclamation and a question in one.
Nodding, he said, "Sydney." Looking to Francie, he continued quickly, "I hope you don't mind: Francie let me in."
Francie glared at him, looking slightly upset that he might have been setting her up for trouble with Sydney later on in the day. Sydney just smiled, Jack watching a mask fall into place easily, "That's fine. What is it you wanted?"
For a moment, Jack felt a pang of guilt that his daughter believed that he'd need a reason to visit her, and then, realising it was true, he looked down. Turning his voice to something more authoritive, Jack explained, somewhat in a gruff manner, "I was just wondering what caused your little outburst in front of Sloane this morning..."
Sydney raised an eyebrow and moved so that she felt more comfortable. Thinking quickly, she answered, "He has no right to make me stay there, I deserved the week off."
Cutting across her, Jack retorted, "You're right, you do deserve the week off, possibly a couple of decades, but nothing like that matters. I'm surprised you're not dead already," his words were harsh and cutting, but underneath Sydney sensed the concern that he was really feeling. "I have to wonder why you did it. You've been in the same position many times before and never acted that irrationally..." he trailed off, waiting for an answer.
Sydney stared at him before turning to Francie and asking, "You think that I acted irrationally?"
Francie just looked from Jack to Sydney and then back again. She shrugged, weakly before commenting, "I can see why you'd be upset, but," she looked at Jack, trying to work out what to say. "But, I think that something must have set you off."
Sydney sighed and jack watched her as her temper flared in her eyes. "Also," he quickly interjected when he saw her about to speak, "I'd like to know why you broke CIA protocol." For a moment, Sydney thought that her dad had somehow found out about the whole fiasco between her and Vaughn. She had hoped that when he found out that he had been reassigned he would just take it as a blessing and leave it be, but... Her thoughts were cut off when Jack started again, "When an agent calls you, asking you to meet him or her, it's is your responsibility to do so."
Sydney only had a few seconds to ponder how her father had found out so quickly before she felt his hand on her arm, gentle, but forcing at the same time. "Devlin sent me to take you to the warehouse." A small lie, but not likely to be found out, Jack decided.
Sydney scowled her face turning into that of a young child refused something and with all the power in the world to change the future. She remained, unmoving, on the bed for a few moments before conceding and standing to follow her dad out to the car. Francie followed them, her eyes full of interest but her mind too scared to say anything.
Turning at the door, Jack told Francie, "Stay here," and while she felt as diminished as a five year old, she obeyed and went to sit on the sofa. Picking up a magazine, she watched over the top of it until they had exited her line of site. Snuggling into the sofa, she turned the magazine over so that everything was up the right way and started to read it half- heartedly, the seconds taking hours to tick over on the clock.
Walking out the front door, Jack stalked in the direction of his car, unlocking it via a little black button on his key chain; he walked around to the other side. Seeing that Sydney was heading for her own car he called her over, "Ride with me." It was almost a question as though he was leaving it up to her, but she read it as a demand and made her way over to the car without argument, slipping into the passenger seat and doing her seat belt up with angry smoothness.
Vaughn sat in his car parked just outside the warehouse, debating what to do now. He looked at his watch and saw that Jack hadn't wanted him there for another ten minutes. Undoing his belt, he climbed out and walked in through the little back door that the CIA had put in just for him. Listening to his feet as they clicked against the floor each step he took, he wandered into the cage that they usually used and took a seat, putting his feet up on the table and admiring the glittering dust that lay over everything, little slivers of dust filled air being lit up by the midday sun.
Looking about him, he searched for something to do, finding nothing he sat down to wait but almost instantly heard a car pulling up outside. Startled, he removed his feat and self coconsciously fixing the suit he was wearing, noticing that he'd left his tie in the office and his top buttons were undone.
Read and Review please oh please oh please!