Author's Note: Hey guys there's just a few things I need to say.
I really hope you like the story That you're reviewing And that you understand some chapters will be posted before I get 15 reviews and others when I'm not conflicted with my schedule (i.e. track, swim, school, tests, classic high school dramas and helping find my friend's lost shoe...
NOW ONTO THE STORY..
* * * Chapter 3 ..First Impressions * * *
***Present***
Sydney's eyes shifted from one end of the house to another. A slight draft from an open window crossed the stark room. She contemplated on closing it, but she wanted to feel alone and cold. She just wanted to give I and cry. She paused a moment before tears flooded from her eyes. Pulling up a piece of the floor, she sat down and tried to restrain the overflowing tears.
It's no use to bother trying to start over, she thought. Vaughn gave up on me. No, I gave up on myself, he just witnessed the fall of the 'Great Sydney Bristow.' "I didn't mean for things to happen!" she cried in anguished to the deaf walls, before succumbing to her pain.
* * * Flashback (picks up where we left off) * * *
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she questioned Vaughn.
He simply nodded.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Syd, it's just your friend," he reasoned with a flicker of worry as she asked again.
"No you don't understand. She isn't just MY friend. Francie will chew and spit you out just like that," she snapped her fingers to prove the point," She can waltz into your life and Francie, God knows Francie, she'll make you spill everything from your first pet to what you had for dinner last night. Quicker than truth serum. Actually, I'm amazed that SD-6 didn't hire her for interrogations."
"Syd, you're babbling. After all they can't be that bad," he reassured her.
"If you weren't so cute, I wouldn't keep you around," she teased. "I'm opening the door know, Michael, enter at your own risk."
The door hadn't opened more than inch, but Sydney knew what was there. Francie unmoving as she listened to our conversation.
"Geez, Francie you scared the crap out of me," Sydney exclaims as she pretends to dramatically faint.
"Well, you must be Michael Vaughn," she holds out her hands and points to Sydney with the other, " I see you met your adamant stalker, who just never shuts up about you until four am in the morning-"
"Francie." She blushes.
"Ok, ok. I exaggerated. It was more like 2 am." Sydney rolls her eyes and Vaughn tries to muffle a laugh. "Well, are you two coming in because you're keeping people waiting."
Sydney's face drained of color. "Oh, Francie tell me you didn't." She pleaded.
"Didn't do what?" Asked Michael, but its too late because Will and Vaughn were in complete eye to eye stared down.
"What's wrong, Syd?," whispered Francie as she nudged her from the nightmare taking place before her.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG! Both the guys who like me are beginning a death match. Couldn't you have at least warned me?"
"I thought Will was over you? I didn't know and her seemed pretty excited to me him, but that could have been the Martel talking," added Francie cautiously.
"He's drunk?" She kept her attention on the scene playing before her. Michael still standing a few feet from Sydney as if to jump in front a speeding bullet and will also standing, no swaying as he grasped the chair in front of him.
Just then Will burst out laughing as he spotted Syd. "Hey babe," breathed as he closed in on her.
"Will, are you ok?" she asked uncertainly.
Will pointed too himself and then to Vaughn, "Me? I'm fine. I see you're fine with super Agent Vaughn here to protect you. What happened to us, babe?" He swung his arm around her waist and pushed her into him.
The first thing she could think of was kneeing him in the groin, but then she remembered that this was Will, her best friend. Even if he was drunk, I wasn't Will Tippin's fault, it was the alcohol talking.
However, Michael noticed this interaction and shoved him into the bar counter. "Stay the hell away from her," he shouted the anger and bile rising in his throat. Sydney and Francie just froze to shocked to speak. Then, someone screamed. Sydney turned to see the commotion and saw Michael stumbling backwards into a table with Will grasping the collar of his shirt.
"Don't you tell me what to do!" His fist met with Michael's stomach only to have the favor returned by Michael with a punch into the jaw.
Nevertheless, Will kept inciting Michael as he slurred, "Man, how can you love her, after all her mom killed your dad!"
That was It, he not just insulting me, but Sydney as well. Thought Vaughn as he slammed Will onto the floor. Francie jumped in restraining Michael's new found strength as she shouted and screamed at the two nearly in tears. With the blood pumping in his ears, he never heard the door slam shut.
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Author's Note:::::: ooh a cliffhanger what next? * grins evilly *
REVIEW!!!
I really hope you like the story That you're reviewing And that you understand some chapters will be posted before I get 15 reviews and others when I'm not conflicted with my schedule (i.e. track, swim, school, tests, classic high school dramas and helping find my friend's lost shoe...
NOW ONTO THE STORY..
* * * Chapter 3 ..First Impressions * * *
***Present***
Sydney's eyes shifted from one end of the house to another. A slight draft from an open window crossed the stark room. She contemplated on closing it, but she wanted to feel alone and cold. She just wanted to give I and cry. She paused a moment before tears flooded from her eyes. Pulling up a piece of the floor, she sat down and tried to restrain the overflowing tears.
It's no use to bother trying to start over, she thought. Vaughn gave up on me. No, I gave up on myself, he just witnessed the fall of the 'Great Sydney Bristow.' "I didn't mean for things to happen!" she cried in anguished to the deaf walls, before succumbing to her pain.
* * * Flashback (picks up where we left off) * * *
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she questioned Vaughn.
He simply nodded.
"Are you absolutely sure?"
"Syd, it's just your friend," he reasoned with a flicker of worry as she asked again.
"No you don't understand. She isn't just MY friend. Francie will chew and spit you out just like that," she snapped her fingers to prove the point," She can waltz into your life and Francie, God knows Francie, she'll make you spill everything from your first pet to what you had for dinner last night. Quicker than truth serum. Actually, I'm amazed that SD-6 didn't hire her for interrogations."
"Syd, you're babbling. After all they can't be that bad," he reassured her.
"If you weren't so cute, I wouldn't keep you around," she teased. "I'm opening the door know, Michael, enter at your own risk."
The door hadn't opened more than inch, but Sydney knew what was there. Francie unmoving as she listened to our conversation.
"Geez, Francie you scared the crap out of me," Sydney exclaims as she pretends to dramatically faint.
"Well, you must be Michael Vaughn," she holds out her hands and points to Sydney with the other, " I see you met your adamant stalker, who just never shuts up about you until four am in the morning-"
"Francie." She blushes.
"Ok, ok. I exaggerated. It was more like 2 am." Sydney rolls her eyes and Vaughn tries to muffle a laugh. "Well, are you two coming in because you're keeping people waiting."
Sydney's face drained of color. "Oh, Francie tell me you didn't." She pleaded.
"Didn't do what?" Asked Michael, but its too late because Will and Vaughn were in complete eye to eye stared down.
"What's wrong, Syd?," whispered Francie as she nudged her from the nightmare taking place before her.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG! Both the guys who like me are beginning a death match. Couldn't you have at least warned me?"
"I thought Will was over you? I didn't know and her seemed pretty excited to me him, but that could have been the Martel talking," added Francie cautiously.
"He's drunk?" She kept her attention on the scene playing before her. Michael still standing a few feet from Sydney as if to jump in front a speeding bullet and will also standing, no swaying as he grasped the chair in front of him.
Just then Will burst out laughing as he spotted Syd. "Hey babe," breathed as he closed in on her.
"Will, are you ok?" she asked uncertainly.
Will pointed too himself and then to Vaughn, "Me? I'm fine. I see you're fine with super Agent Vaughn here to protect you. What happened to us, babe?" He swung his arm around her waist and pushed her into him.
The first thing she could think of was kneeing him in the groin, but then she remembered that this was Will, her best friend. Even if he was drunk, I wasn't Will Tippin's fault, it was the alcohol talking.
However, Michael noticed this interaction and shoved him into the bar counter. "Stay the hell away from her," he shouted the anger and bile rising in his throat. Sydney and Francie just froze to shocked to speak. Then, someone screamed. Sydney turned to see the commotion and saw Michael stumbling backwards into a table with Will grasping the collar of his shirt.
"Don't you tell me what to do!" His fist met with Michael's stomach only to have the favor returned by Michael with a punch into the jaw.
Nevertheless, Will kept inciting Michael as he slurred, "Man, how can you love her, after all her mom killed your dad!"
That was It, he not just insulting me, but Sydney as well. Thought Vaughn as he slammed Will onto the floor. Francie jumped in restraining Michael's new found strength as she shouted and screamed at the two nearly in tears. With the blood pumping in his ears, he never heard the door slam shut.
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Author's Note:::::: ooh a cliffhanger what next? * grins evilly *
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