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A/N: This is Sydney's thoughts on Marshall after the one episode where they captured him and then he was tortured and stuff, and they were GOING to take him to the CIA, but didn't cuz he was stolen, and then they got him back, YEAH, and now is when I come in. So, yeah, like I said before, these are Syd's thoughts at about that time.
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The way the moon glinted off his eyes made me shiver. I didn't know what to think...
Or maybe I was thinking too many things at the same time.
I wasn't sure whether I was extatic, impressed, grateful, scared, relieved, shocked, bewildered, confused, amazed, or all at the same time. He was just beaming at me and suddenly the guns stopped-at least in my mind-and before I knew it, Marshall and I were floating to the ground in a jacket liner. The pride he has in his work astounds me to no end...I just wish he wasn't working where he is.
I'm actually surprised that he hasn't figured it out on his own yet. His mind both amazes and scared me. I hope that we can straighten him out soon. His head and heart are in the right place, I just wish his feet would follow.
And at the same time, I don't want him to be like me, always watching my back, and not wanting to talk for fear of letting something slip when even a whisper could cost me my life, covering tracks, and sometimes making them, constantly wishing and hoping and PRAYING that no one sees through you.
But Marshall, he's got a quick mind, he'd get used to it easily.
I just wish that for all the times he's saved my butt, if just this once I could help him. I have nothing else to give.
How else do you repay someone for your life?
A/N: This is Sydney's thoughts on Marshall after the one episode where they captured him and then he was tortured and stuff, and they were GOING to take him to the CIA, but didn't cuz he was stolen, and then they got him back, YEAH, and now is when I come in. So, yeah, like I said before, these are Syd's thoughts at about that time.
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The way the moon glinted off his eyes made me shiver. I didn't know what to think...
Or maybe I was thinking too many things at the same time.
I wasn't sure whether I was extatic, impressed, grateful, scared, relieved, shocked, bewildered, confused, amazed, or all at the same time. He was just beaming at me and suddenly the guns stopped-at least in my mind-and before I knew it, Marshall and I were floating to the ground in a jacket liner. The pride he has in his work astounds me to no end...I just wish he wasn't working where he is.
I'm actually surprised that he hasn't figured it out on his own yet. His mind both amazes and scared me. I hope that we can straighten him out soon. His head and heart are in the right place, I just wish his feet would follow.
And at the same time, I don't want him to be like me, always watching my back, and not wanting to talk for fear of letting something slip when even a whisper could cost me my life, covering tracks, and sometimes making them, constantly wishing and hoping and PRAYING that no one sees through you.
But Marshall, he's got a quick mind, he'd get used to it easily.
I just wish that for all the times he's saved my butt, if just this once I could help him. I have nothing else to give.
How else do you repay someone for your life?