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A/N: The song is Sweet Misery by Michelle Branch...I took out some of the lyrics cause' they didn't really go with the story....r/r!!!
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Fulfilling It
~ Chapter Two~
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I have found that being sure is a virtue. I wish I were sure that living here was right, but I just can't seem to let go of my old life. I miss Vaughn, my father, even the CIA. But I can't go back there now, I am no longer wanted.
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I was lost And you were found You seemed to stand on solid ground
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Another typical day. I am meeting my mother and Sark for lunch in 20 minutes to discuss a new mission. It is getting to be comfortable and routine to go to these meetings. I can't help but enjoy them.
Just as I finish my face off with a light coat of lipstick, there is a knock on the door. I open it, expecting to see Sark ready to take me downstairs. But instead of Sark, my eyes find Vaughn. And not just Vaughn, an entire army of men in black bullet-proof vests. Some suits are dotted with blood, all carry guns, pointed my way in warning.
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I was weak And you were strong Sweet misery you cause me That's what you called me Sweet misery you cause me
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I step back as I meet Vaughn's eyes as they glare at me. The love and care I used to see in them is gone, replaced by anger and hurt.
He comes toward me, handcuffs emerging from his vest.
My shoulders are shaking as he puts them on me. I do not struggle. I want to go back.
"Vaughn?" I ask hesitantly.
He says nothing as he pushes me out of my room. Guards surround me as I am rushed outside. Down the corridor I see two blood-soaked bodies. My mother and Sark. Tears roll down my cheeks at the sight of their wide-eyed, pale faces. I did this to them. For the CIA, it is a victory, for me, it is a disaster. I came here to be with my mother, with Sark, and now it was all a waste, and they are gone.
~*~ I was blind But oh, how you could see You saw the beauty in everything, everything and me I would cry And you would smile You'd stay with me a little while
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12 hours later I find myself in a glass-walled cell. Just like my mother's old one. Just like my mother, I am now considered a fugitive. Vaughn won't talk to me, my father won't talk to me, no one will talk to me. I am alone again.
~*~ Sweet misery you cause me That's what you called me Sweet misery you cause me And in my heart I see, oh What you're doing to me And in my heart I see, oh Just how you wanted it to be Sweet misery
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I just want to erase it all. I want to go back to the time before I saved Sark and broke Irina out. I want to be free. Free with Vaughn. Free to live. But I have already ruined each of those prospects.
~*~ Oh, whoa ~*~
Maybe I don't really need the spy life. Perhaps I was just afraid. Afraid that I would have nothing to do with myself. Nothing to believe in, nothing to live for.
I am floored by a memory from a childhood movie. A single quote really, 'A job is not who you are, it is just what you do.'
~*~ Sweet misery you cause me That's what you called me Sweet misery you cause me
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Tears pour from my eyes as I sit on the metal mattress. I want to go back in time. But I can't. I am stuck here in a cell, a captive of the US Government. With no hope of explaining myself, no one to talk to.
~*~ And in my heart I see, oh What you're doing to me And in my heart I see, oh Just how you wanted it to be Sweet misery
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"Ahemm.." Comes a grunt from the hallway outside of my cell.
"Will?" So maybe someone will still talk to me....
~*~ I was weak And you were strong
And in my heart I see, oh What you're doing to me And in my heart I see, oh Just how you wanted it to be Sweet misery
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A/N: Review!!! TBC~
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