Interventions
Summary: Irina causes chaos between our two favorite agents and others.
Disclaimer: ... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc...
* * * * * *Chapter Five: Stronger Than Before * * * * * *
AN: Sorry for the long update. No flames please...
The rest of his vacation leave was spent pondering Sydney and her necklace. His mind replayed the image of her cradling it protectively in her fingers. And for once he felt threatened. Not by the necklace, but by the previous owner. It was time for him to confront his past to preserve his future.
He tapped his fingers against the glass, holding all restraint to smash it in. The rhythmic vibrations resounded through the holding cell and caught the ear of its prisoner. She outstretched her left leg supporting herself in a cat like perch. Then with a fluid motion to her bended knee, she snapped into a protective stance. Bearing into her clenched fists, she shook off her drowsiness.
"Dozing off on the job, Irina. Otherwise you would have realized my entrance minutes ago," he maliciously attacked.
"Tsk. Tsk. You know better than that, Agent Vaughn, if you want my help," she approached his stoic posture radiating with contempt, "My, my, Agent Vaughn seems we are highly perturbed." She languidly flicked her wrist and index finger at the wrinkled manila envelope.
"I'm not here to discuss business, rather personal involvement with a CIA agent," bile rising in his throat.
"Ah, my daughter. You know you and Jack are quite alike," she mused pacing back and forth, "He too thinks I have some ulterior motive to my reentry to your world. I simply want to help my only child, I'm sure your father was protective of you when you were little." A devious grin and squinting eyes stared straight at him waiting for the next move.
His gaze shifted to his tie and uneasily traveled to Irina, "As you probably suspect, everyone in this agency is hesitant to your intervening matters on Sydney's missions and prying into her personal life. Such as exchanging gifts for tidbits of information."
Irina's eyes widened and a astonished glaze played upon her lips, "So you noticed the necklace, now?"
He cleared his throat, "I saw her in the grocery that day. It seemed as if she had just receive it."
"So you notice what she wears now." She crossed her arms inquisitively.
Flustered he tried to explain his predicament with Sydney in a less awkward tone. "No, that's not what I mean. I meant to say, she was quite happy to engage conversation over it."
Raising an eyebrow, "So you rather have her forget that she even had a mother. Is that what you are suggesting Mr. Vaughn?"
Regaining some balance and dignity he continued, "I'm warning you from intruding on her life so quickly. After all these years of being independent and resourceful, you expect her to lean on your shoulder and cry."
"No, don't expect her to depend on me that's what she has you for," she replied coldly, her hurt eyes betrayed her superior image.
"So that's what it's all about. You want her to include you in her manifested life she's built," a mute and defiant stare paralyzed his insides. Daggers emitting from her eyes as her secret intention was revealed. Vaughn apparently seeing that conversing with her was like swimming upstream withdrew his position.
"I don't have to put up with this," he mumbled raising his hands in a sign of defeat. He retreated to the guard when he heard her speak up.
*
"You're stronger than him," she directed an intrigued smirk at his almost turned back. Vaughn returned her a quizzical look as if to ask who, but then again he knew whom she was referring to and that was one road he refused to travel.
Catching his exchange from both emotions she pushed her luck farther, "If he where in you place now, he wouldn't have taken any personal opinions from me. Yet, you Mr. Vaughn put up with my domineering behavior, do you know why?" Her smirk tightened into an amused smile.
Still rejecting to face his enemy, he whispered over his shoulder, "It's because I have something he never had."
"She's the one thing that keeps us living. Ironic that we share at least one thing in common," Disgusted by her comparison he stepped out from the overcast light, he forced his way through the security gates that barred his mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
If you didn't get the line ".It was time for him to confront his past to preserve his future."
Pair it up with these lines,
"..you expect her to lean on your shoulder and cry." (Vaughn)
"No, don't expect her to depend on me that's what she has you for" (Irina)
He doesn't want to be replaced get it! I hope so because someone else didn't so I had to clarify it.
~Stephanie~
Summary: Irina causes chaos between our two favorite agents and others.
Disclaimer: ... I own my coffeemaker, mirror, bed, tv, laptop, but not the whole Alias idea. Otherwise I'd own a car, a pool, a mansion, etc...
* * * * * *Chapter Five: Stronger Than Before * * * * * *
AN: Sorry for the long update. No flames please...
The rest of his vacation leave was spent pondering Sydney and her necklace. His mind replayed the image of her cradling it protectively in her fingers. And for once he felt threatened. Not by the necklace, but by the previous owner. It was time for him to confront his past to preserve his future.
He tapped his fingers against the glass, holding all restraint to smash it in. The rhythmic vibrations resounded through the holding cell and caught the ear of its prisoner. She outstretched her left leg supporting herself in a cat like perch. Then with a fluid motion to her bended knee, she snapped into a protective stance. Bearing into her clenched fists, she shook off her drowsiness.
"Dozing off on the job, Irina. Otherwise you would have realized my entrance minutes ago," he maliciously attacked.
"Tsk. Tsk. You know better than that, Agent Vaughn, if you want my help," she approached his stoic posture radiating with contempt, "My, my, Agent Vaughn seems we are highly perturbed." She languidly flicked her wrist and index finger at the wrinkled manila envelope.
"I'm not here to discuss business, rather personal involvement with a CIA agent," bile rising in his throat.
"Ah, my daughter. You know you and Jack are quite alike," she mused pacing back and forth, "He too thinks I have some ulterior motive to my reentry to your world. I simply want to help my only child, I'm sure your father was protective of you when you were little." A devious grin and squinting eyes stared straight at him waiting for the next move.
His gaze shifted to his tie and uneasily traveled to Irina, "As you probably suspect, everyone in this agency is hesitant to your intervening matters on Sydney's missions and prying into her personal life. Such as exchanging gifts for tidbits of information."
Irina's eyes widened and a astonished glaze played upon her lips, "So you noticed the necklace, now?"
He cleared his throat, "I saw her in the grocery that day. It seemed as if she had just receive it."
"So you notice what she wears now." She crossed her arms inquisitively.
Flustered he tried to explain his predicament with Sydney in a less awkward tone. "No, that's not what I mean. I meant to say, she was quite happy to engage conversation over it."
Raising an eyebrow, "So you rather have her forget that she even had a mother. Is that what you are suggesting Mr. Vaughn?"
Regaining some balance and dignity he continued, "I'm warning you from intruding on her life so quickly. After all these years of being independent and resourceful, you expect her to lean on your shoulder and cry."
"No, don't expect her to depend on me that's what she has you for," she replied coldly, her hurt eyes betrayed her superior image.
"So that's what it's all about. You want her to include you in her manifested life she's built," a mute and defiant stare paralyzed his insides. Daggers emitting from her eyes as her secret intention was revealed. Vaughn apparently seeing that conversing with her was like swimming upstream withdrew his position.
"I don't have to put up with this," he mumbled raising his hands in a sign of defeat. He retreated to the guard when he heard her speak up.
*
"You're stronger than him," she directed an intrigued smirk at his almost turned back. Vaughn returned her a quizzical look as if to ask who, but then again he knew whom she was referring to and that was one road he refused to travel.
Catching his exchange from both emotions she pushed her luck farther, "If he where in you place now, he wouldn't have taken any personal opinions from me. Yet, you Mr. Vaughn put up with my domineering behavior, do you know why?" Her smirk tightened into an amused smile.
Still rejecting to face his enemy, he whispered over his shoulder, "It's because I have something he never had."
"She's the one thing that keeps us living. Ironic that we share at least one thing in common," Disgusted by her comparison he stepped out from the overcast light, he forced his way through the security gates that barred his mind.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
If you didn't get the line ".It was time for him to confront his past to preserve his future."
Pair it up with these lines,
"..you expect her to lean on your shoulder and cry." (Vaughn)
"No, don't expect her to depend on me that's what she has you for" (Irina)
He doesn't want to be replaced get it! I hope so because someone else didn't so I had to clarify it.
~Stephanie~
