Author's Notes: Not much to say this time except thank you to all those who
reviewed the last chapter. Enjoy. I had fun writing this one!
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias do not belong to me, but to the wonderful J.J. Abrams and "his people."
**SYDNEY POV**
I quickly slink down to under the table. Luckily for us, we were sitting at a booth and I was easily able to hide under the table. There was no way I could even start to face Will yet. Heck, I could hardly face my father. What could I say to him? By the way, I was never really dead, I ran off with the man that tortured you that I fell in love with? I think he would hate me forever. I would rather have Will thinking me as an angel than what I really am.
I listened very carefully as my father and Will exchanged some quick small talk, a usual hello, how are you, etc. I waited a minute after I heard goodbyes said and heard my father say to get up. I carefully get up, back into my seat and breathe finally.
"That was close," I say to him. I glance around and see that Will was leaving. They must not have been able to get a table.
"Sydney, why are you so afraid to tell everyone and me about your new life?" he asks me rather bluntly.
"Why? I married a man that some view as a cold-blooded killer, he's tortured one of my best friends, but still, I love him with all my heart. I just didn't think you all could understand that," I say to him. It was the truth.
"Good," he says and takes a bite of his salad. Is that what he was looking for?
After we finished I heard my cell phone ring. I pulled it out of my purse and saw it was the one man I loved.
"Hey," I say answering the phone.
"You gotta get out of there," is all he says to me.
"What's wrong?" I ask with concern.
"Go to the back door, and jump in the car in the back, now," he says very hurriedly.
I take one look at my father, cover the phone and say, "I have to run to the bathroom."
I head to the back, figuring my father must have had to do with some part of this, if there was a "this" at all. I went out the back door, and sure enough, there was a black Cadillac, my favorite for espionage and jumped in. I recognized the driver from earlier and he peeled out of the alley. He didn't say anything, but I knew we were headed to Andrew's house.
When we pulled into the driveway, I quickly ran inside and found Andrew sitting in the living room playing with Delia. I had suddenly felt very fatigued and gently walked over to the couch and collapsed on it. Coming back to LA was very stressful, not exactly the best for someone who's 6 months pregnant.
I smile at the lovely sight that is my Andrew playing with Delia and he gets up and ushers me into the kitchen. Normally is a sign to "talk" about "the stuff". I walk in behind him and grab a glass of water as he begins.
"I think your father was going to nab you," he says to me.
"Then why would he allow me to go to the bathroom alone?" I ask him in reply.
"Didn't want to arouse too much suspicion. My guess, he'll do it again, if he can find you," he asks. "Did you check for tracers?"
"First thing, but if the CIA has a new undetectable one we're screwed," I tell him.
"True, but I doubt they would," he says with his I'm better than them attitude.
"Why would my father want me?" I ask him.
"My guess, to get information about me out of you," Andrew tells me.
I walk over to him and we both are standing side by side with our hands interlocked in front of the kitchen sink. We both look down, knowing the past is slowing coming back to us again.
"This sucks now, doesn't it?" I say to break the mood.
"Indeed it does," he says, getting back to his vague answers he was so famous for in the beginning.
"What's the plan?" I ask him, getting back into spy mode.
He sighs, admitting it's game time again, "Well, we have to go back to wherever. We can't go back to Australia, we know that that house was compromised. I have a great house on the Mediterranean that I know you would love," he tells me.
"Is this how it's going to be?" I ask him.
"How what's going to be?" he replies.
"You know, every time someone finds us we get up and move. What about Delia?" I ask him.
"It will be good for her, seeing the world at such a young age," he adds.
We both know that's the only answer we can come up with that could remotely make any sense, and once again, stare at our feet in defeat.
"I wish we could just be a normal family, with a suburbia home and a dog and a white picket fence," I say, dreaming off.
"Sydney, I'm afraid that your family has never been normal, and I don't think it was planning on starting now," he tells me.
I crack a smile at him and remember all the reasons I fell in love with this man. I lean up to him and give him a peck on the cheek.
"That was for being the greatest in the world," I tell him.
"The entire world?" he asks me, joking.
"Yes, the entire world," I tell him in half seriousness.
We both stop for a second, to get ourselves back in check, back to the real world. Then, he brings it up.
"Vaughn didn't seem too happy to see you with me and alive for that matter today," he says to me, almost as if he was jealous.
"What I might have had with Vaughn, in which there was nothing that actually materialized, will never happen because I now have you," I tell him and wrap my arms around his waist.
"Okay," is his only reply. He lips give off a small grin and I just chuckle inside. He wanted to make sure that I didn't have any feelings left for Vaughn, in which I didn't.
We both stood in each other's arms for a minute, but the clearing of a throat made us aware that we weren't the only ones left in the room. We both turned to see who it was, and was made aware of a gun pointing right at our heads.
~Please Review! I love to hear what you've got to say about it!~ Masquerade
Disclaimer: The characters of Alias do not belong to me, but to the wonderful J.J. Abrams and "his people."
**SYDNEY POV**
I quickly slink down to under the table. Luckily for us, we were sitting at a booth and I was easily able to hide under the table. There was no way I could even start to face Will yet. Heck, I could hardly face my father. What could I say to him? By the way, I was never really dead, I ran off with the man that tortured you that I fell in love with? I think he would hate me forever. I would rather have Will thinking me as an angel than what I really am.
I listened very carefully as my father and Will exchanged some quick small talk, a usual hello, how are you, etc. I waited a minute after I heard goodbyes said and heard my father say to get up. I carefully get up, back into my seat and breathe finally.
"That was close," I say to him. I glance around and see that Will was leaving. They must not have been able to get a table.
"Sydney, why are you so afraid to tell everyone and me about your new life?" he asks me rather bluntly.
"Why? I married a man that some view as a cold-blooded killer, he's tortured one of my best friends, but still, I love him with all my heart. I just didn't think you all could understand that," I say to him. It was the truth.
"Good," he says and takes a bite of his salad. Is that what he was looking for?
After we finished I heard my cell phone ring. I pulled it out of my purse and saw it was the one man I loved.
"Hey," I say answering the phone.
"You gotta get out of there," is all he says to me.
"What's wrong?" I ask with concern.
"Go to the back door, and jump in the car in the back, now," he says very hurriedly.
I take one look at my father, cover the phone and say, "I have to run to the bathroom."
I head to the back, figuring my father must have had to do with some part of this, if there was a "this" at all. I went out the back door, and sure enough, there was a black Cadillac, my favorite for espionage and jumped in. I recognized the driver from earlier and he peeled out of the alley. He didn't say anything, but I knew we were headed to Andrew's house.
When we pulled into the driveway, I quickly ran inside and found Andrew sitting in the living room playing with Delia. I had suddenly felt very fatigued and gently walked over to the couch and collapsed on it. Coming back to LA was very stressful, not exactly the best for someone who's 6 months pregnant.
I smile at the lovely sight that is my Andrew playing with Delia and he gets up and ushers me into the kitchen. Normally is a sign to "talk" about "the stuff". I walk in behind him and grab a glass of water as he begins.
"I think your father was going to nab you," he says to me.
"Then why would he allow me to go to the bathroom alone?" I ask him in reply.
"Didn't want to arouse too much suspicion. My guess, he'll do it again, if he can find you," he asks. "Did you check for tracers?"
"First thing, but if the CIA has a new undetectable one we're screwed," I tell him.
"True, but I doubt they would," he says with his I'm better than them attitude.
"Why would my father want me?" I ask him.
"My guess, to get information about me out of you," Andrew tells me.
I walk over to him and we both are standing side by side with our hands interlocked in front of the kitchen sink. We both look down, knowing the past is slowing coming back to us again.
"This sucks now, doesn't it?" I say to break the mood.
"Indeed it does," he says, getting back to his vague answers he was so famous for in the beginning.
"What's the plan?" I ask him, getting back into spy mode.
He sighs, admitting it's game time again, "Well, we have to go back to wherever. We can't go back to Australia, we know that that house was compromised. I have a great house on the Mediterranean that I know you would love," he tells me.
"Is this how it's going to be?" I ask him.
"How what's going to be?" he replies.
"You know, every time someone finds us we get up and move. What about Delia?" I ask him.
"It will be good for her, seeing the world at such a young age," he adds.
We both know that's the only answer we can come up with that could remotely make any sense, and once again, stare at our feet in defeat.
"I wish we could just be a normal family, with a suburbia home and a dog and a white picket fence," I say, dreaming off.
"Sydney, I'm afraid that your family has never been normal, and I don't think it was planning on starting now," he tells me.
I crack a smile at him and remember all the reasons I fell in love with this man. I lean up to him and give him a peck on the cheek.
"That was for being the greatest in the world," I tell him.
"The entire world?" he asks me, joking.
"Yes, the entire world," I tell him in half seriousness.
We both stop for a second, to get ourselves back in check, back to the real world. Then, he brings it up.
"Vaughn didn't seem too happy to see you with me and alive for that matter today," he says to me, almost as if he was jealous.
"What I might have had with Vaughn, in which there was nothing that actually materialized, will never happen because I now have you," I tell him and wrap my arms around his waist.
"Okay," is his only reply. He lips give off a small grin and I just chuckle inside. He wanted to make sure that I didn't have any feelings left for Vaughn, in which I didn't.
We both stood in each other's arms for a minute, but the clearing of a throat made us aware that we weren't the only ones left in the room. We both turned to see who it was, and was made aware of a gun pointing right at our heads.
~Please Review! I love to hear what you've got to say about it!~ Masquerade
