A/N: I keep starting these different fics and not ever going back and
finishing them. I'll try to do that with this.
Summary: Just Irina's thoughts after Sydney told her that she might leave the CIA.
I keep seeing Sydney's face, like I have a picture of her in my hand. It was a different picture from when she was happy before the take down. I can match that face to one that she had when she was 4 and playing in a park. The same freedom, knowing that she didn't have any secrets to keep. I can tell that she finally told Agent Michael what she feels.
I don't regret that I said I wouldn't let her see me. Every time I see her I want to break the glass down and hug her. Everything in her life was so complicated without me in it and I just came and made it worse. I came back and she had all these things piled on her. She also found out about Project Christmas and her trust in her father was almost completely shattered.
Gosh how I hate that man.
I did the unthinkable to Sydney and then he goes and makes it worse. He couldn't have been supportive?
Gosh how I hate that man.
Gosh how I love that man.
All his imperfections, I don't care about them. I know he still loves me. I can see it in his eyes. I have trained myself to read other peoples feelings. Fear, lust, passion, hate, and love. It was startling at first to se love in someone's eyes after so long without it.
Gosh how I love that man.
If I could have one wish in the entire world it would be to have Michael's father be alive. I had to kill him on someone else's orders. It would make Michael so happy to have his father here with him. It would make Sydney so happy to have Michael be happy.
Maybe they could even have a normal relationship.
If Michael and Sydney didn't work for the CIA and we were all just normal people living our lives, I bet they would be engaged already. They would have a son and he would look just like Michael. Their son would have two normal sets of grandparents, all of whom were alive. There wouldn't be any secrets and my fantasy grandson would grow up to go work at the family company, whatever that would be.
Maybe.
Summary: Just Irina's thoughts after Sydney told her that she might leave the CIA.
I keep seeing Sydney's face, like I have a picture of her in my hand. It was a different picture from when she was happy before the take down. I can match that face to one that she had when she was 4 and playing in a park. The same freedom, knowing that she didn't have any secrets to keep. I can tell that she finally told Agent Michael what she feels.
I don't regret that I said I wouldn't let her see me. Every time I see her I want to break the glass down and hug her. Everything in her life was so complicated without me in it and I just came and made it worse. I came back and she had all these things piled on her. She also found out about Project Christmas and her trust in her father was almost completely shattered.
Gosh how I hate that man.
I did the unthinkable to Sydney and then he goes and makes it worse. He couldn't have been supportive?
Gosh how I hate that man.
Gosh how I love that man.
All his imperfections, I don't care about them. I know he still loves me. I can see it in his eyes. I have trained myself to read other peoples feelings. Fear, lust, passion, hate, and love. It was startling at first to se love in someone's eyes after so long without it.
Gosh how I love that man.
If I could have one wish in the entire world it would be to have Michael's father be alive. I had to kill him on someone else's orders. It would make Michael so happy to have his father here with him. It would make Sydney so happy to have Michael be happy.
Maybe they could even have a normal relationship.
If Michael and Sydney didn't work for the CIA and we were all just normal people living our lives, I bet they would be engaged already. They would have a son and he would look just like Michael. Their son would have two normal sets of grandparents, all of whom were alive. There wouldn't be any secrets and my fantasy grandson would grow up to go work at the family company, whatever that would be.
Maybe.
