A/N – Ok, this is now in the present… just read and I guess most questions will be answered… Thanks for the reviews.
The song is Love Song For No One – John Mayer. I don't know why I chose it, I think the first few verses go with it, but not really the rest.
Staying home alone
On a Friday
Flat on the floor
Looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes
Are faded
And all my wishful
Thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here
"Francie?" Sydney knocked softly on Francie's bedroom door. It was funny that they were still friends after ten years, considering that most friendships don't last that long.
Sydney pulled the door open slightly and watched as her friend cried, the silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Making her way into the room, Sydney took a deep breath. When she sat on the bed, she put her arm around France and gave a small smile. "Come on. David will never forgive us if we're late to his funeral."
This made Francie give a weak smile. "I just--" She stopped and took three deep breaths to keep from crying. "Why him?" She stated the question clearly, as if really asking for an answer.
"I don't know, honey. I don't know." But she did know. She knew all too well for her liking. And she remembered when her dad had told her.
Flashback
"Sydney." Jack pulled on her arm and she spun around. "I think—" He stopped abruptly, looking into an empty room.
Sydney followed him inside, watching as he flicked a switch on a little lighter thing.
"Your friend… David. I believe he's Francie's brother." He paused, waiting for confirmation of his guess. A nod greeted him, so he continued. "He knows about SD-6."
"What do you mean?": Sydney shook her head, not understanding, how let alone why David would know.
"He knows. He's been doing research and he found out what SD-6 is." Jack took a breath and knew she'd ask another question.
"So – he found out about a branch of the CIA, he's not—"
A beeping sound jeered then from the conversation.
"Listen, if we could meet somewhere and talk, that'd be good." Jack gave her a look that said 'the sooner the better'.
Flashback Ends
A knock on the door jarred Sydney from her thoughts.
"Hey Will." Francie got up and gave him a hard, fast hug. "We were just about to leave for the funeral." She smiled weakly again, making Will shiver slightly.
"You okay Francie?" Will put his arm around her as they all made their way out of the bedroom.
Searching all my days
Just to find you
I'm not sure who
I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then I'll hide
In my bedroom
Staying up all night
Just to write
A love song
For no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Michael leaned back in the hospital chair. He'd been there for two hours after Weiss got shot in a freak shoot out. Now, he was just waiting for Weiss to wake up.
"Mr. Vaughn?" The nurse nodded that he could go in now.
"Knew you'd wake up sooner or later." Michael muttered when he collapsed in yet another chair, yet this one was next to the bed.
Weiss smiled as he sat up, wincing slightly. "Well, I wouldn't leave my yo-yo with you, how could I?" Weiss ignored Michael's snort. "You'd throw him away the minute my funeral was over." He winced again when he stretched his shoulder. "Dam Sark, he's got good aim."
Michael nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Devlin already has an assignment ready for you when you get back."
Weiss looked up quickly, surprised. "Oh shit, that means I'm in trouble."
"There's a new double…" Michael trailed off. There was no use wasting his breath for something that Weiss already knew.
"No…" Weiss shook his head. "Mike,, you remember the last time I was a handler." He looked up with puppy dog eyes.
"No, I'm not-" Michael cut off when Weiss batted his eyes. "You look like a girl." Michael laughed, but got serious quickly as he sighed. "You owe me one… a big one."
"Yeah, I know." Weiss sighed in relief. "Devlin will probably give it to you no problem since he knows what happened last time…" Weiss paused and looked at Michael.
"You better get back soon. Jackie misses your jokes." Michael smiled when thinking of his 20 year old sister. She was a newspaper photographer now and she loved it. Everyone was proud of both of them.
Jackie the photographer. And Michael the CIA agent, taking after his dad.
At eighteen, Michael had moved into his own apartment in San Francisco and gotten small jobs working with the agency. At twenty-one he moved up a bit, with Weiss also.
When Jackie turned eighteen, they'd both decided to move back to Los Angeles. So, they packed and both of them ended up with great jobs, great apartments… and in "great" relationships.
"I better get going. Alive practically screamed when I told her I was missing dinner to be at the hospital." Michael muttered as he grabbed his coat and threw it on.
"Nice to know your girlfriend cares about me." Weiss leaned back, wincing yet again. "I'll see you later."
Michael left quickly muttering about the Weiss, Alice, the CIA, Devlin and "his" new assignment.
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away
Oh no way
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away
Sydney pulled her clothes down from her closet and started to fold everything.
"I still can't believe your gonna move in with Danny, let alone that he proposed." Francie leaned on the doorway. The funeral had ended about two hours ago, and now Francie was calm and peaceful, though in her mind she was going nuts.
"Neither can I." Sydney smiled as she quickly put the shirts and skirts in a suitcase then she started on the other things in the closet. Frowning again, she turned to Francie. "Hey, why don't we get pizza? Maybe it'll take our minds off the stress."
Francie nodded. "I'll get it, you keep packing." She left the room without another word and Sydney went back to packing.
Sydney opened one of the old boxes that she had kept. Playing with the silver chain around her neck, she pushed past some of the papers.
"Oh my god." Sydney sighed as she picked up the doodled on notebook, running her hand over all the drawings and words, stopping on the heart with I love you written in it.
She opened it slowly, reveling in the fact that she hadn't thrown it out before.
---I hate that the one guy who I say 'I love you' to (the one guy, cause I don't say it to my dad) is the one that is moving.---
Sydney slid onto her bed, reading all her old thoughts. Her opinions hadn't changed that much. Her dad was still a person it'd take a lot to open up to. Francie was still her best-friend. And Will was still in love with her.
But everything came back to Michael. She remembered writing that they were losing touch after he'd moved. How plans to visit became further and further apart.
Her last entry was full of angst and frustration, ending with:
---I'll always love him.---
And Sydney knew it was true. No matter what she did, she would love him. Even as she packed to move in with her fiancé, she felt her heart pound while thinking and reading about Michael.
"Syd!" Francie interrupted her thoughts. "I met Will at the pizza place, and he invited us to a movie. So, I didn't get the pizza, we'll eat there."
"I can't Francie." Sydney smiled as she closed her notebook and looked at her friend. "I'm expecting a phone call, that I really need to take." She wasn't lying, her father had told her that her handler (who knows who he is?) was going to call as 'Joey's Pizza'.
"Ok, well, I told Will I'd come with him." Francie watched as Sydney sat there. "I'll be back later." She smiled softly and left.
Sydney sighed as she threw the notebook in the box with her clothes. Keep it safe. She thought.
About half an hour later, Sydney collapsed on the couch, only to have to get up and answer the phone.
"Joey's Pizza?" A voice asked into her ear.
Somehow, the voice sounded familiar, but she crushed it off and replied, "Wrong number."
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
A/N – Cookie for anyone who gives a review.